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Chapter 486 Nothing can be done if you are anxious

About half an hour later, the dark commercial vehicle slid past the bus stop and slowly parked on the side of the road.

The night became darker and darker, and the dark clouds remained, but there were no annoying raindrops as fine as hair. The light rain, which lasted for more than an hour, after lightly moisturizing everything, ended quite simply. What remained was the wet streets and the unique mixture.

The fresh smell of dust serves as evidence of its past presence.

Zong Qing got out of the car, turned around, and glanced across the street. Under the street sign, there was a commercial vehicle of similar specifications parked. It was the vehicle of the base branch. A team member came over first. It looked like he had just arrived.

The driver in the car also noticed this, waved hello, and pointed to the unit corridor behind them.

Zong Qing nodded clearly and looked away: "Aqing stays, Xiaoqing, okay, you go in with us... Miss Yang, Miss Yang?"

The so-called Miss Yang, of course, refers to Yang Wen, who came with her anyway. She was standing next to the car at this time, looking at the bus stop that she just passed with a slight change in expression. After hearing this, she came back to her senses, took a deep breath, and raised her finger.

He asked in the direction: "Is that the Beicheng District Night Market?"

"Yes." Zong Qing nodded subconsciously, and then he couldn't help being slightly startled, "Your two missing friends..."

Yang Wen was silent for a few seconds, her chest rising and falling: "The location they reported before was the night market."

Sure enough, Zong Qing silently estimated the distance from the night market to here, and it was really very close... He shook his head slightly and comforted softly: "Miss Yang, please feel relieved for now. Although it is true that Cyril died here, after all, there is no accurate news yet.

, not necessarily...well, why don't we go up and take a look first, maybe there will be any clues?"

The change of tone was a bit blunt, and there was nothing that could be done about it. Judging from the current situation, after excluding the rise of Kyushu, the person following the two members of the Opera House could only be Cyril. And although the latter is dead now

However, it does not mean that the two opera members are safe. After all, they have lost contact for nearly half an hour...

After gathering their spirits, several people filed into the corridor of the unit and went up to the rooftop in the dark.

"Team Zong, Xiaoqing, you are here... eh?"

After walking through the iron gate to the rooftop, the person who came to say hello was a familiar face. It was Shao Bai who secretly accompanied the Candy Tour Group to Europe years ago. The latter was also a team leader of the Operations Section of the Lingjiang Branch of Jiuzhou Rise.

The greeting arm was still in mid-air, and he stared blankly at Yang Wen, who was hurriedly passing by and was stopped by two team members a few steps away.

"Who is this……"

"It's okay, let her pass." Zong Qing waved his hand towards the two team members who were looking over, and then briefly introduced, "I am from the European Opera House, my surname is Yang. When I received your news before, we happened to be chatting, so we came here together.

Look...putting aside these things, um, have you confirmed your identity?" He raised his chin slightly to indicate the body bag on the ground not far away.

"Confirmed, it's the former CIA agent, Cyril!" Shao Bai looked at Yang Wen again curiously, and Shao Bai turned around and responded affirmatively.

Zong Qing nodded lightly, and then, as if he was unwilling to give up, he asked by chance: "Dead?"

"It has to be, it's transparent!" He raised his hand and raised his fingers to roughly mark the distance, "With such a long knife, it penetrated between the eyebrows and went straight into the skull. There is no way it could survive. Xiao Ren's shot is still safe."

Compared to Shao Bai's straightforward praise and emotion, Zong Qing's expression became much more complicated after hearing this. He made a sound in his mouth, but the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously, as if he had a toothache and a pain in his balls.

It's not difficult to understand. It should be noted that Cyril's identity is not an ordinary member of the underground world such as a killer mercenary, but a full-fledged intelligence agent. He has been in the industry for many years and has rich experience, and he is from the behemoth CIA. In this way, with

You can think of the huge value and countless secrets hidden in the latter with your toes. It is no exaggeration to say that it is treated as a treasure house.

But now, unfortunately, it is just a mediocre corpse. It cannot be said that it has no value at all, but it is very different compared to being alive... Suck your teeth and Hanako,

"Let's go over and have a look."

When he came to the body bag, Zong Qing subconsciously looked at Yang Wen. The latter was obviously not in a good state at this time. His eyes were lowered and he was staring at Cyril in the body bag. He clenched his hands and put them on his sides, tightly

, veins popped out on the back of his hands, as if he was trying to restrain something, causing his whole body to tremble slightly.

"Ahem, Miss Yang, you..."

"Ha! Good death!"

The sound of hatred interrupted, Huo De raised his head and met his gaze. Zong Qing's eyelids couldn't help but twitch. In just half a minute, Yang Wen's eye sockets and even the surface of her pupils were covered with red threads, making her heart palpitate.

Xiaoqing frowned slightly when she saw this, and took half a step forward calmly.

Fortunately, Yang Wen looked away at the next moment, obviously aware that something was wrong with her state, blinked her eyes, and barely pulled the corners of her mouth: "I'm sorry, Chief Zong, I lost my temper... It's him, this bastard, I can't

Admit your mistake!”

"It's okay, I understand." Zong Qing waved his hands indifferently. "Anyway, it's good to confirm. Congratulations to Miss Yang and your organization for getting their revenge. Well... it's not like that, it's not like that!"

However, Yang Wen suddenly took half a step back, avoiding Zong Qing's stretched out arm, bowed solemnly, stood up, her eyes were burning, and her tone was sincere: "This is my personal thank you! Sir Zong, I will give you more words of thanks."

I won’t say it anymore, but please believe that everyone at the Opera House will remember your organization’s help this time!”

This is a commitment, and it represents not only Yang Wen personally, but also the organization of the Opera House.

Don't underestimate this verbal promise. Although communication in the underground world never values ​​these things, and communication between organizations is full of all kinds of intrigues, despicableness, but if you look at it from another angle, it is precisely because of these existences that

It will become more and more precious and heavy!

No, Zong Qing grinned unconsciously and rubbed his hands together: "Oh, that's too serious to say. You see how troubled this is, so I just wanted to help out with a little help, something convenient..."

This chapter is not over yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading! Shaking her head silently, Yang Wen pursed her lips and said: "There is one more thing I would like to ask the sect chief for help. I hope he can agree."

"Please tell me, eh?" Following Yang Wen's line of sight, Zong Qing looked down at Cyril in the body bag at his feet. He instantly realized something and couldn't help but hesitate, shaking his head slowly, "This doesn't seem to work... Okay.

Well, it’s not a question of whether it’s feasible or not.”

He spread his hands and said, "I do believe you have channels to transport it back to Europe, but it shouldn't be a big deal over there, like raising your head to pay homage or something like that?"

Yang Wen was obviously stunned when she heard this. After she came to her senses, she waved her hands repeatedly: "The chief of the clan misunderstood, I didn't mean it like this, and I never thought about transporting this bastard back..."

After a pause, he looked at Cyril's body with a hateful expression, "That would be too cheap for him. Death in a foreign country is the end he deserves! I just want to take a photo, and, if possible, I

I also want to know how he died, so that I can give him an explanation when I go back."

"Oh, that's no problem, you can do whatever you want. And Xiao Ren..." At this point, Zong Qing was stunned for a moment, as if he just remembered it, and subconsciously turned around and looked around, "By the way, where did Xiao Ren go?"

"Didn't you meet him when you came up? He just went down." Shao Bai was startled when he heard this, "That may be a side trip. We just arrived not long ago. Xiao Ren has been staying here until we came to take over, and he

He left, saying he was going to pick up two people from a nearby building..."

"Carrying someone? Who are you carrying? Are there any outsiders tonight?"

"Two people?! Are you sure it's two?"

"I...I don't know. He just said that and then left. Yes, they were two people, right?"

Looking at Yang Wen, whose eyes widened for a moment, and Zong Qing, who looked uncertain, Shao Bai didn't know what happened, and his tone gradually weakened, feeling aggrieved. Fortunately, at this time, he glanced at the iron gate with his peripheral vision, and a low figure walked out, but

Is it Ren Buping? He immediately waved with great joy, "Hey, I'm back! Come here, little Ren, the clan team is looking for..."

Faster than the greeting, Yang Wen rushed out!

She couldn't help but be in a hurry. You must know that on the way here, she kept contacting York and the two, but there was no response. She also contacted her companions who were still in the safe house, but there was no message. If she didn't want to witness Cyril's death with her own eyes,

Zong Qing had also contacted the base to search for the body, and it was impossible for her to hold back her anxiety.

However, facts have once again proved that being impatient will not accomplish anything, and sometimes it will be counterproductive...

As soon as he stepped out of the iron gate, he looked at the strange woman rushing towards her and the arm grabbing her shoulder. Ren Buping remained motionless and had no intention of stepping back to avoid the sharp attack. He just glanced at the woman's face, and after confirming that he did not recognize her, he decisively

Step forward and raise your hands——

Seemingly slow but actually fast, the second move was the first to catch the probing wrist. The next moment, the bodies were staggered, swapping positions, and there was a bang. It was a simple, no-fancy but textbook-level counter-grab. Yang Wen

One hand was pressed behind the iron door...

It sounds complicated, but in fact everything happened in just a breath, so short that Zong Qing and the others behind him didn't have time to stop it.

In fact, as the person involved, Yang Wen didn't even react. She just wanted to stop the person to ask for details, but her eyes blurred and the person disappeared. Instead, there was a cold iron door with a strong smell of rust, which she directly photographed.

Half of my cheeks were numb on the spot, my head was buzzing, and my eyes were starry...

The rooftop was silent.



At the same time, the bathroom door on the tenth floor of an apartment building in Jiangyue Mansion opened, and a figure who had just returned and had taken a quick shower walked out, wiping his hair with a towel, and then quietly walked into the study.

.

On the slightly fluorescent computer screen, countless data streams swished down like waterfalls. Hasn't it been cracked yet... He raised his eyebrows, but he wasn't surprised. This is an email webpage, although it is not so niche.

Any reputation, but obviously not ordinary.

Of course, the most important thing is that he actually doesn't care much about whether it can be cracked.

The email address came from the mobile phone I brought back. The mobile phone was very ordinary. Except for a few messages, it didn’t store anything extraordinary. After confirming that the owner of the mobile phone only had a single line of contact with the group of airborne soldiers who were feeding fish at the bottom of the river,

, he no longer took it to heart.

As for cracking this email address, I just did it casually out of curiosity. After all, I am an intelligence agent, so I guess I have plenty to eat... Well, I guess?

This is probably the idea. I hit the keyboard, put the cracking program to run in the background, turn off the monitor, and go to sleep.

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