"... I don't know if Chief Zong has heard of a code name called Pipe Organ. He is an excellent leader and conductor on the battlefield, and he was also my boss a few years ago. It was his introduction and recommendation that led to my entry.
Opera House, and several other excellent partners... because of a bastard and a wrong intelligence. They were buried on a deserted beach on the Mediterranean coast of Europe, and their bodies could not be found..."
"Actually, according to my organization, I was included in that operation, but I was stopped by the organ boss before departure. I had just joined the organization at that time, and I was still a rookie. Some basic training procedures in the organization had not been completed.
He didn't agree for me to follow him, saying there was no need to rush, and he also said he would personally teach me when he came back... Oh, of course, this opportunity disappeared. At that time, I never imagined that this seemingly ordinary farewell would actually be an eternal farewell.
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"Of course, this kind of thing is nothing unusual. It can even be said to be common. As the saying goes? Yes, there must be a cause and a result! Since you choose to step into the underground world, you should have such an awareness..."
"But then again, since there is a cause, there must be an effect, so people can die, and revenge must be avenged! Right, Chief Zong?"
Under the drizzle, inside the black business car, the conversation atmosphere was good.
There is nothing that can be done about it. As an intruder and a caught intruder, some attitude must be shown.
Of course, you can also choose to take it hard and refuse to cooperate. But as the host of the stronger side, his attitude is friendly from beginning to end, and he has no intention of killing everyone. Yang Wen, who is on the weaker side, naturally knows what to do.
What, not to mention that after the previous test, the probability of getting through was obviously very slim. She didn't have the confidence to hide it from the smiling and squinting person in front of her, so she simply changed her strategy and chose to be honest.
Of course, that's only a certain degree of honesty.
"I see... revenge is the most basic survival logic in the underground world. I think there is nothing wrong with it, it's very reasonable." After listening to the story, Zong Qing didn't think too much and simply nodded in affirmative.
"Thank you." Yang Wen nodded in thanks.
"Nothing." Zong Qing waved his hands carelessly, and then said thoughtfully, "So, that former CIA agent, Cyril, is the target of your revenge? Well, is he the bastard you just said?"
Sure enough, she came prepared... Yang Wen's eyes flashed slightly when she heard this, and she sighed secretly. She did say a lot just now, but after careful analysis, she found that there was no valuable information in it, and she was just telling the background.
That's it. Even the most important target, Cyril, was replaced by "bastard" and was ignored.
But now that Zong Qing has made it clear, there is no need for her to hide it anymore.
Nodding, "Yes! We spent more than two years searching almost every corner of Europe and the United States, but found nothing. It was only recently that we found out that he had come to Asia. The explosion in the western suburbs community you mentioned before
, was our first and only action, and it ended in failure."
"What a shame!"
"My skills are just inferior to others." Yang Wen's reaction was quite bland, as if she had accepted the result. Of course, only she knew what her true thoughts were.
"Miss Yang, there is no need to belittle yourself." Zong Qing shook his head seriously and said seriously, "I have been to the scene and consulted relevant professionals. The detonation device was very clever and the hiding place was even more concealed. It was such an emergency at that time.
Under such circumstances, Miss Yang, you can lead the team members to evacuate safely, which is no small miracle in itself."
This is not a deliberate flattery. After figuring out the detonation mechanism at the scene, Zong Qing put himself in his own shoes and asked himself. The result he got was that he might not be able to successfully see through it, let alone lead his team members to evacuate in time and survive.
This is the fact. Yang Wen didn't show any self-effacement this time, but she didn't say much because it was related to her special ability. The slit-eyed person in front of her had a really good attitude. She kept smiling, but the more she looked at her, the more she looked like a fox.
I can’t help but worry about being exposed if I talk too much.
Zong Qing naturally didn't know what the beautiful woman across from him was thinking. In fact, he felt quite good about himself now. He smiled and nodded:
"Now I roughly understand the cause and effect of the matter. This is very important, related to the quality of my sleep... Ha, just kidding, don't mind. In short, thank you to Miss Yang for telling the truth, and thank you to Miss Yang for restraining my partners.
I did not act haphazardly in Lingjiang. On behalf of the Jiuzhou Rise Lingjiang branch, I would like to sincerely thank you!"
After he finished speaking, he suppressed his smile, tilted his upper body slightly, and gave a solemn greeting.
Yang Wen couldn't help being stunned when she saw this. She came to her senses and said seriously: "Sir, there is no need to be like this. Although I was born in the United States and hold a passport of another country's nationality, my father has always taught me the meaning of the word "huaxia". In addition, this is my first contact.
The Zong Chief may not know me, but he should have heard about what I did behind the scenes to organize the Opera House. We are not people who are afraid of the world being in chaos."
"Of course! It's just a personal attitude. I personally admire your organization's stand in the underground world." After a pause, he spread his hands and said, "To be honest, this is also the prerequisite for us to sit down and communicate face to face."
"Thank you, Chief Zong, for your candor and recognition, sincerely." Yang Wen thanked us again, and then said calmly, "Please continue to tell us your final attitude towards us."
"That's right, it's getting late." He glanced at the dark rainy night outside the car window. Zong Qing withdrew his gaze, thought for a while, and said, "First of all, we deeply sympathize with you and your organization for what happened to you, Miss Yang... Okay.
Well, I won't say these words. Of course, my regret just now is true. At this moment, Miss Yang, you have missed the best opportunity for revenge. I hope you can understand this, and I hope you can understand."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Hearing this, Yang Wen pursed her lips and did not say anything about it, but her eyes couldn't help but dim.
Some things don't need to be put on the table. Just like now, if Yang Wen and the others could get rid of Cyril and succeed in revenge without causing any big commotion or innocent casualties, then they would be dug out later.
, it is not impossible to have a double issue without the possibility of turning big things into small things and turning small things into nothing.
But it is naturally impossible now. Now that Zong Qing and others have come to the door, it means that their actions in China are completely over. This has nothing to do with personal friendship and attitude, but a position and principle that a host and a local snake must adhere to!
After a moment of silence, she breathed softly, and Yang Wen nodded slowly: "I understand, my friends..."
"This mainly depends on your own wishes." Zong Qing shrugged easily, "You can leave at any time. Of course, if you want, you can also walk around and have fun. Although Lingjiang is not a famous tourist city,
The natural scenery and special food in some surrounding places are quite good. Specifically, we can send you a guide to ensure that your trip is worthwhile. Of course, these will be carried out under our arrangements, including the presence of our personnel when you come and go.
Accompanying me, I hope you will understand and cooperate with me..."
"No, thank you." Yang Wen interrupted in a deep voice, shaking her head decisively, "We will pack everything up in the shortest possible time and leave China tomorrow, okay?"
"Well, actually there is no need to rush...well, of course. By the way, what I just said is only for Miss Yang and your friends. As for Miss Yang yourself, just do whatever you want."
This is not treated differently, well, it is treated differently. However, this so-called difference is naturally not because of Yang Wen's gender or beauty, but because she has followers in China, such as Mr. Yang who lives in Jiangyue Mansion not far away.
couple.
After thinking about it, Zong Qing smiled and added lightly, "Oh, except for Chunjiang Road. I don't mean anything else, but Miss Yang had better not go there again, as it will embarrass us."
Chunjiang Road is the street where Tang Yunqin Pavilion is located. Of course, Zong Qing specifically pointed it out here, not because of someone, but because the museum where a certain young monk works is also on this street.
In addition, even if these are not involved, the information hidden behind these words is worthy of careful consideration. Whether it is a hidden warning or an open and honest display of strong intelligence capabilities. In short, since we can know that Yang Wen has been to Chunjiang
Road, does that mean that all her whereabouts after entering the country have been easily mastered by the Rise of Kyushu?
There was silence for a moment again in the car, until Yang Wen took a breath and said in a somewhat dry tone: "Please believe me, believe in the Opera House. We have no ill intentions towards Lord Dadu, we are just collecting basic information. If there is any offense,
, we are willing to formally apologize and assume corresponding responsibilities."
This is the truth. Even if we ignore the fact that the Opera House has always claimed to be a righteous position, just judging from its influence and scope of activities, the Opera House is mainly active in Europe and the United States, and there is indeed no intention or necessity to provoke the rise of Kyushu.
In addition, Venerable Dadu...if someone is here now and hears this title with respect and awe, he will be a little emotional.
In his previous life, the young monk received the title of Lord Dadu only later. At that time, when the Kyushu Rise faced external attacks, he took action several times and turned the tide many times. Only then did he fully establish his name and crown in the underground world. And this
The reason why I am so far ahead of schedule is also very simple. It is because I broke a certain melee myth last year...
"Oh, that's not necessary. I said it, and I don't mean anything else." Zong Qing didn't care about spreading his hands. Again, there are no secrets in the underground world, even if the rise of Kyushu has been consciously controlling and reducing the existence of the little monk
However, this can only slow down the speed and scope of transmission, and it is impossible to achieve a complete blockade.
Since the little monk moved into the museum, there have actually been many organizational forces like Yang Wen who came to do basic information collection. As long as they don't go too far, Zong Qing and the others basically don't care about it. Of course they can't control it even if they want to. The little monk has his own problems.
As for the legs. They are in charge of those hostile forces who not only collect basic information, but also want to conduct more in-depth inquiries or even test.
The formal communication was basically over here, and then there was casual chatting. Of course it was chatting, but in fact there was no interest in talking, especially for Yang Wen. But when it was about to end, Zong Qing suddenly thought of something and spoke.
Asked: "By the way, Miss Yang, I have a question about Cyril. I wonder if it's convenient..."
"Sir, please speak, but I may not know what you have said."
"It's okay, just ask... Well, judging from the information we both have now, Cyril should have left long ago after the explosion in the western suburbs. This is also consistent with his identity and behavior as an agent.
It's just...as to why he entered China, passed through Lingjiang, and chose to leave through a certain channel here, is there any news from Miss Yang's organization?"
Yang Wen frowned slightly when he heard this, pondered for a while, and slowly shook his head: "No, we just inquired that he might pass through Lingjiang and turn back to Europe and the United States... But listening to what Chief Zong said, there may be some problems here. After all, turning around
There are many channels in Europe and the United States, especially in the surrounding coastal countries, which are safer. There is absolutely no need for him to take risks and enter China. It is obviously illogical to leave from here..."
"That's the truth. It seems that Cyril has a lot of secrets. It would be nice if I could meet him in person and ask... Ha, what am I thinking about." Zong Qing raised his hand and rubbed his temples, shaking his head mockingly.
"As expected, it's time to take a rest. I have everything in my dreams."
"Then why don't we stay here tonight?" Yang Wen took the opportunity to say goodbye, then thought of something and said, "By the way, since the sect leader has no intention of making things difficult for us, then my two companions..."
"Didn't I just say this? They can leave at any time... Well, Miss Yang doesn't just have two partners, or are these two partners a little special? It doesn't matter. You can make any requests. Everyone who comes is a guest.
We will try our best to satisfy you." Zong Qing spread his hands and acted very generously.
But when Yang Wen heard this, she was stunned. When she realized what she was saying, she couldn't help but sway slightly, and she took a deep breath: "Sir Zong, a wise man doesn't tell secrets. My two companions may be impulsive, but they are by no means evildoers.
If they have offended you in any way, please forgive me. I just hope they can leave China safely."
"Ah?" Zong Qing was stunned when he heard this. He looked at Yang Wen, who had a solemn face with a hint of pleading, and blinked inexplicably, "Where do you start with this... Wait, don't worry, it's a bit confusing.
, let’s sort it out first. I think there may be some misunderstanding here... Well, Miss Yang, your two companions, what happened to them? "
It has to be said that Zong Qing is indeed quite sensitive in terms of emotions and details. Fortunately, he did not let the situation develop in a bloody direction. Yang Wen also managed to suppress her emotions: "They are outside now and are being followed. Is this possible?"
Isn't it your fault?"
"Well, it's really not true. Except for the three of us, no one else was sent..."
"What?!"
"Calm down, Miss Yang, we don't need to lie."
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When she first received the news that York and the others were being followed, Yang Wen immediately targeted Cyril, thinking that the latter was trying to fight back. However, after leaving the community and being stopped by Zong Qing and the others, Yang Wen's thoughts naturally changed.
Then it changed. This is also normal thinking. After all, her whereabouts and address have been exposed, so her friends can't escape.
This is also an important reason why she was willing to sit down and talk with Zong Qing before, instead of choosing to fight to the death in the first place.
But now... Looking at Zong Qing, whose expressions and movements didn't look fake, Yang Wen suddenly realized something. Her mind went blank, her beautiful face instantly turned pale, and she subconsciously raised her hand and put it in her coat pocket. The next moment,
The roar of the wind, mixed with the cold rain, suddenly rushed into the car. The tips of her hair swayed, and her throat was choked. Yang Wen, who was sitting on the seat, was frozen for an instant like a sculpture. Immediately,
"Farewell, Xiaoqing -" the exclamation came from Zong Qing, who was sitting opposite. His expression changed drastically, and he pressed his palms down repeatedly, "Calm down, calm down, don't move! Xiaoqing, go out, and Ah Qing, you also have the gun."
lay down!"
Glancing at the cell phone that Yang Wen was about to take out of his pocket, Ah Qing raised his eyebrows, put away the pistol he had just pulled out, turned around and sat back in the driver's seat. In addition, Xiao Qing, who had jumped into the car at some point, was also condescending.
He glanced at Yang Wen's coat pocket, slowly retracted his palm from Yang Wen's throat, and stepped out of the car.
"Sorry, Miss Yang. They are, um, a bit sensitive. Are you okay?"
"Huh...huh..." Although it was only a few seconds, it seemed like a century had passed. Yang Wen, who had regained the right to breathe, took a few quick breaths and shook her head silently. Then, she looked at the name outside with lingering fear.
A feminine and indifferent young man, Xiao Qing.
The latter was just like before, silently guarding the car door, as if it wasn't him who had just charged in with a murderous intention like a cheetah... Sure enough, the previous intuition was right, as long as there was a slight movement, the other party would be there.
Can kill her instantly...
At this moment, a cheerful ringtone, which if I heard it correctly should be a funny melody called Onion Song, suddenly sounded, breaking the silent atmosphere in the car. Oh, it didn't come from the mobile phone in Yang Wen's hand, music magazine editor
The taste is not that good.
It was Ah Qing in front of me. He picked up the phone and communicated in a low voice, but after saying a few words, his tone suddenly rose, "...What did you say? Xiao Ren killed someone! Who did he kill... No, it's late at night, you are talking in your sleep.
... Xiao Ren called back to the base to say that? Are you sure? How did Xiao Ren recognize the person? He had seen the surveillance video... No, are you really not joking..."
After hanging up the phone, Ah Qing smacked his lips in confusion, turned around, and looked at Zong Qing who couldn't help but turn around to look inquiringly, "Um, Captain Zong, if there is a situation..." He glanced at Yang subconsciously.
Wen, the latter understood and stood up,
"Sir Zong, this is the end of tonight's meeting. I need to contact my partners immediately!"
"Okay." Zong Qing pondered for a moment, "In this way, although I still don't know what happened, but... I will give you a number, if you need help..."
"Uh, wait a minute!" Ah Qing interrupted, "Captain Zong, and this Miss Yang, maybe you should listen to what I have to say first, and then make a decision..."
As he spoke, he shook the phone in his palm and scratched his head, "I haven't received confirmation yet, but - I just received the news that Cyril is dead. He was beaten to death by Xiao Ren."