Fifteen minutes ago, in the director's office of Lin Hai's HTD Bureau.
The gray-haired director ended his recording and began to destroy the data in his computer. After a phone call last night, all the uneasiness he had for the past few days became reality. The director left his home, which had been closely monitored by the Federation's agents. As usual, he arrived at his office half an hour early and began to do what he was doing.
His expression was very calm, and the wrinkles on his face were as meticulous as the striped tie on his neck. Since many years ago, when he became a member of the anti-government army, he knew that his life would end in this way. Whether it was as a psychology professor in the First Military Academy, or later when he was transferred to the Federation's department, he had always been mentally prepared for this.
The director didn't know why he was being watched by the Federation's Investigation Bureau. The operation against him must be very confidential, because Shi Qinghai was in the Fourth Section, but no abnormalities were found … It seemed that Shi Qinghai was also in the surveillance area.
After destroying all the call records in his computer, the director opened the safe, bent down with difficulty, and took out a stack of papers from the compartment. These papers recorded some codes and code names, which were the foundation of the entire network he was in charge of. In the current era of technology, anything recorded in a smart tool could at least be partially repaired afterwards. The anti-government army's spy network had always been very cautious in using this most primitive method of recording.
After stuffing the papers into the shredder and putting the shredded papers in a wastebasket, the director walked into the attached bathroom of his office. After covering the smoke temperature sensor with a wet towel, he lit a lighter and began to burn the codes and codes that were related to the lives of many people.
After flushing the ashes into the water, the director let out a long sigh of relief. He secretly felt lucky that the Federation's Investigation Bureau officers had left him some time to deal with the aftermath, probably because they wanted to get more information.
Walking back to his office, the director's thick fingers subconsciously played with the lighter, which was a 50th birthday gift from Shi Qinghai. He took a deep breath and took out his phone to look at the time. He confirmed that there were still a few minutes before his appointment with Shi Qinghai. That kid shouldn't have entered the cafe yet. Only then did he feel relieved.
His clumsy fingers pressed a button on his phone. After encrypting a prepared recording, he uploaded it to a temporary file storage on the Internet.
The bureau chief turned around and quickly locked the thick office door. Then, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and carefully observed the gradually increasing number of pedestrians on Shuanghui Street and the quiet side alley under the window.
She didn't know what he saw, but he calmly swallowed a pill, took out a pistol from the drawer, and pulled the trigger. After a few crisp sounds, a few small round holes appeared on the sturdy windproof French window, but the arrangement was somewhat inappropriate.
The bureau chief shrugged. When he was training in the mountains, he always thought that marksmanship was not the most important thing. Now, it seemed that he was wrong.
Panting, he lifted the heavy swivel chair and smashed it against the floor-to-ceiling glass. The swivel chair bounced back, but the glass window cracked to his delight.
At this moment, there was the sound of someone pounding on the door.
The bureau chief held the phone in his hand again. Looking at the glass window full of spiderweb-like cracks, he slammed his head into it!
The door was forcibly smashed open by the agents. At the same time, the bureau chief's fat body broke through the glass and began to fall to the ground.
The wind whistled. The bureau chief in the air saw his subordinates eating breakfast downstairs and couldn't help but laugh.
Then, he died.
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At the intersection of Shuanghui Street and the side alley, there were screams and screams. In the early morning, no matter who saw such a tragedy, seeing the deformed body and the spurting blood, they would be too disgusted and scared to say anything.
Shi Qinghai tightly held the sandwich bread in his hand and walked into the crowd unobtrusively. He stared at the bureau chief's white hair, and his face quickly turned pale. His face was not much different from the people around him.
On the ground not far from the car, there was a smashed mobile phone, which was difficult to put together in a short time.
Snow white, blood red. Shi Qinghai's eyes widened, as if he couldn't stand the contrast of bright colors and blinked.
The snow in Linhai had stopped today, but people were still used to wearing windbreakers with snow caps. He was no exception. He was like a pedestrian occupied by fear and disgust. He lifted the snow cap to cover his face and walked quickly, but not too quickly, through the main entrance of the HTD Bureau building, and walked into the distance.
Shortly after he left, seven or eight agents from the Capital Federation Bureau of Investigation rushed out of the building, rushed to the car, and began to anxiously call for something through the communication device.
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"This is a pre-recorded recording."
"If you can hear this recording, it means that you haven't been exposed, or you haven't been caught by the government. All of my communication devices have been monitored, so I can only use this last method to talk to you. "
"I once contacted Deputy Minister Yang Jingsong of the Ministry of National Defense. I wanted to use our old friendship to try to get some information from him. But not long ago, he died, and I seem to have been exposed. "
"My contact with Deputy Minister Yang has always been within the scope of contact between a dean and a professor. He was also a top anti-Green Dragon Mountain soldier. So I don't understand why his death would expose me. "
"Yang Jingsong's death should be related to the Linhai Gymnasium incident. If someone wants to connect that incident to the organization, then the contact between Yang Jingsong and me is the best way."
"You are the person who has the closest contact with me, and you know Xu Le, so you should be part of this plan."
"I can confirm that there is a traitor in the upper management of the organization. From now on, you can't trust anyone except him. If you are exposed, you can try to find someone in Harbor City. That person's address is … "
On the side of a quiet street in Linhai, under a cold birch tree, there was a small phone booth covered in thin snow. In the phone booth, Shi Qinghai carefully listened to the last words the director left for him. He fell into silence, and his eyes became wet.
He walked out of the phone booth, raised the cold sandwich bread in his hand, and took a bite. The sweet and sour ketchup made his stomach twitch, and he almost vomited. He threw the bread into the trash and waved his hand to call for a taxi.
Dozens of minutes later, the taxi passed by the Linhai Field Office building. Shi Qinghai looked through the glass at the strange silence on the floor where the four departments were located, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes gradually narrowed.
He smiled at the driver in the lower row and said, "Brother, how much would it cost to rent a car to go to Shangye?"
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A line of cars stopped on the tarmac of the Linhai Airport. Tai Zhiyuan, wearing a brown windbreaker, walked out of a brand-new black car without a logo. His face was as pale as usual. He stared at the document in his hand, and a trace of anger gradually appeared in his paleness.
He hurriedly read the document in the car, but it successfully destroyed his calmness. Tai Zhiyuan angrily threw the document into the snow, and said to Butler Jin, "What bullsh * t is this! Yang Jingsong, the director of the HTD Bureau, and then Shi Qinghai … What are those useless people in the government trying to do? Are they trying to tell me that the soldiers who did the assassination got the information from Shi Qinghai? "
Butler Jin quickly followed his footsteps and whispered beside him, "The evidence is conclusive. The Federation Investigation Bureau found records of frequent calls between Deputy Director Yang and the director of the HTD Bureau. Although it didn't involve the stadium incident, who knows if they have any other methods of communication?"
Tai Zhiyuan suddenly stopped in his tracks, looked at Butler Jin and said, "You believe this so-called evidence?"
Butler Jin was silent for a moment, and then shook his head, "Deputy Director Yang, the director, Shi Qinghai, Xu Le … It does point to a certain possibility, but the problem is that this evidence chain is too weak."
"Not only is it weak, there's no evidence at all, so where did the chain come from?" A rare sneer appeared at the corner of Lie Zhiyuan's lips. "Some people are just trying every possible means to link this matter to the anti-government army."
"At least now we have evidence to prove that the director of the HTD Bureau, who used to be a professor at First People's Hospital, was Shi Qinghai's teacher when he was at First People's Hospital, and these two people are … spies for the anti-government forces."
"We've known for a long time that Shi Qinghai is a member of the anti-government forces." Tai Zhiyuan calmly looked at Butler Jin, "And the government doesn't know. Since that's the case, the problem must lie with the director of the HTD Bureau. Some people know his identity, and he can link Yang Jingsong and those tough soldiers to Shi Qinghai, Xu Le, and me."
"I don't care if there's something wrong with the anti-government forces." Tai Zhiyuan stared at Butler Jin and said, "I only know that some people are trying to take advantage of the fact that I almost died to stir up trouble."
"I won't allow anyone to break the agreement between Mr. Pabre and Green Dragon Mountain." Tai Zhiyuan emphasized, "I don't want those dogs of the Investigation Bureau to look at my friend Xu Le with suspicion … Shi Qinghai can't die, at least not now. Since the Federation has started to arrest him, think of a way to help him."
"There's very little we can do in this regard," Butler Jin insisted. "And the Federation government is only responsible for providing a logical answer. As long as Madam can't question the reasonableness of this result, we can only accept it."
"The twelve special agents of the Special Task Force only found out about Young Master's destination that day. Even if the spy among them was able to send out information, it's impossible for the soldiers to be prepared in the middle of the night."
Butler Jin continued calmly, "The internal investigation of the family has also been completed, and there are no suspicious points. From the looks of it, the only suspicious point is that Mr. Xu Le might have told his friends about his whereabouts … I'm very sorry, I didn't specifically instruct Mr. Xu Le on this matter beforehand, and made a mistake."
Tai Zhiyuan frowned slightly. After a long silence, he said, "It can't be Shi Qinghai. No matter how much the anti-government forces want me dead, they wouldn't do it now … It's just like how I hope that they all disappear, but I wouldn't push the Federation to send troops to Green Dragon Mountain at this time either."
Tai Zhiyuan tightened the scarf around his neck in the wind and snow stirred up by the airflow of the plane. He walked up the gangway and stepped on the journey to visit Xu Le, and said his last words.
"Although Xu Le doesn't have many friends, Shi Qinghai isn't the only one."
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