A battered van was parked on the side of the grass. Shi Qinghai, who was wearing a gray hat, looked at the house across the street and subconsciously licked his dry lips. After lighting a 37 brand cigarette, he picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"Who is it?" The other end of the phone was busy, like a market or something.
"It's me." Shi Qinghai leaned against the car window, holding the cigarette with three fingers and swinging it gently.
"Oh, what's up?"
"I'm going in."
"Go ahead." The other end of the phone paused and added, "Be careful."
Shi Qinghai hung up the phone and crushed the cigarette. He carried the professional cleaning company's standard box, whistled, and walked to the house across the street with his head down. He glanced at the barbecue stall hundreds of meters away and couldn't help but smile.
It might not seem too difficult to find the house that Ximen Jin used as a transit station, but in fact, it was quite difficult. Shi Qinghai used his skills as a certified public accountant, a computer expert, and a burglar to find this place in one night.
As the old saying went, Mr. Shi was omnipotent, except for having children.
He had been secretly investigating this case for many years, so all he needed to do was find the relevant evidence and hand it to the President's Residence through Xu Le. He didn't have to worry about the follow-up issues. As for what the Ministry of Justice or the District Prosecutor's Office would do, it was none of his business.
The house in the grass was getting closer and closer. Shi Qinghai glanced at the thickness of the dust on the window lattice and confirmed that the stronghold had not been abandoned. He raised his eyebrows in the shadows and glanced at the barbecue stall hundreds of meters away.
He was used to working alone, but because he was facing a senior officer of the Iron Seventh Division today, he threw a wind chime outside the block for extra security. The wind chime was his subordinate in Green Dragon Mountain. The two had worked together for many years, and it was probably the only person in the world that he trusted besides Xu Le.
He quietly pushed the door open and quickly found what he needed. He also found the dust scattered in the crevices of the bed and the reddish-brown hair in the dust. It was very old hair. Even though the house had been swept many times, it was still stubbornly left behind.
The decoration of this house was very simple, but the materials used were very expensive. As Shi Qinghai put on his gloves, he frowned as he sized up the environment of the room. He couldn't help but shake his head. He thought to himself that if a field officer could get so much allowance, the Federation would no longer need to send out money to recruit soldiers.
After the matter was settled, Shi Qinghai didn't leave in a hurry. Instead, he whistled and really began to clean the room for Ximen Jin. He cleaned very seriously. He didn't miss a single corner. He clearly told the owner of the room that someone had been here. However, he completely cleaned up all traces.
This kind of behavior was actually a bit arrogant, but the investigation of the past few years had finally come to an end, and he didn't need to do anything anymore. Shi Qinghai was in a very good mood, especially after seeing Ximen Jin's wine cabinet.
More than a dozen of the most expensive wines of the Federation were displayed in the dark wine cabinet. Among them, there was his favorite Brandi Campanile No. 3, Oak Pearl Red, and even a bottle of his favorite Qingshou Hard Liquor.
Shi Qinghai took out the Qingshou Hard Liquor from the innermost part of the wine cabinet, poured it into a cup, and said with emotion, "I was wrong. If the officers of the Federation could get such a high allowance, we would have to worry about too many young people rushing to join the army."
"To my amazing self, to the tasteful Ximen Jin."
After drinking the light blue wine in the cup, he sighed contentedly. After getting rid of the wine cup, he calmly turned around and left, just like a real cleaner.
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Shi Qinghai, who had more than 30 professional certificates, naturally had the judicial certificate of the Federation. Based on his legal knowledge and in-depth research of dozens of cases of the Federation, he confirmed that the evidence he had collected so far was enough for His Excellency the President and Xu Le to send Mr. Byron and those angry middle-aged men to prison, and they would never be able to come out again.
So he happily found a small wine glass, ordered a glass of wine, and began to relax and drink. He began to think about whether he should find a girl when he flew back to the south coast tomorrow, or continue to try to persuade Zou Yu to take the child on a secret vacation together.
Thinking about that minister's daughter, he frowned and shrugged his shoulders in self-mockery. After confirming that no one in the bar was paying attention to him, he took out his phone and dialed Xu Le's number.
Because the West Woods region was too far away, there was no way to guarantee instant communication like the three administrative planets in Shanglin. Shi Qinghai habitually laughed at Xu Le a few times, and then when he was about to get to the point, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his voice came to an abrupt stop.
He thoughtfully stared at the transparent wine glass in front of him, gently licked his upper lip, and his left eyebrow arched like a mountain peak. His thin lips slightly raised, and he said, "The taste of this wine is really bad."
He could clearly feel that the coating on his tongue was getting thicker and thicker, and he could faintly feel that there was a slightly salty taste between his teeth. It seemed like he was suffering from excessive heat, but in fact, it was not excessive heat. If this situation continued to develop, the bleeding symptoms at the root of his teeth would become more and more severe, and his taste buds would completely lose their function after six hours.
Shi Qinghai stared at the transparent glass expressionlessly, confirming that the poison was not applied to the glass, but hidden in the green wine that he drank in that private house.
The poison was called Heterogeneous Fairy. It was colorless and tasteless, and once it entered the human body, it would cause great damage to the nervous system and circulatory system. Moreover, because of the wonderful difference between the absorption speed and the onset time, it was very difficult to detect and reverse the effects. This kind of drug also had a very significant characteristic, and that was that it was unimaginably expensive.
Just like his ACW.
This was the knowledge that Shi Qinghai had learned in the First Hospital, the Federation Investigation Bureau, and Green Dragon Mountain. However, he had never thought that someone would actually use such an expensive poison to kill him.
"I was careless." He gently put down the wine glass, shrugged self-mockingly, and said, "And it was too wasteful."
He took out the money and put it on the table. He seemed to be calm, but in fact, he quickly left the bar's front hall and walked into the kitchen, where there were not many people. He opened the refrigerator and took out a bucket of milk, grabbed a piece of ginger, and then went to the toilet.
When he walked into the toilet, he could feel that his leg muscles had a tendency to relax, and the most troublesome thing was that his vision was obviously a little blurred.
He picked up the milk bucket and gulped it down, then turned on the faucet and gulped down the clear water. He then ran to the cubicle, opened the door with force, and politely asked the waiter who did not have time to pull up his pants to leave. He looked down at the feces in the toilet and stuck his finger into his throat.
With a "wah" sound, a mixture of clear water and milk was vomited out. Shi Qinghai did not straighten his body until he had vomited all the contents of his stomach and vomited out the disgusting yellowish-green gastric acid.
He immediately stuffed the ginger into his mouth and chewed hard, letting the spicy ginger juice go through his severely injured throat and into his empty stomach. The pain instantly spread throughout his body.
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Shi Qinghai staggered out of the bar's back door. He raised his right arm, wiped the sweat on his forehead with the delicate sleeve of his suit, and staggered out of the alley, sticking close to the wall.
In front of him, there seemed to be two drunkards tearing at something, and then they wrapped Shi Qinghai's body in a corner. Not long after, he heard two muffled thuds.
The Federation agent who pretended to be drunk fell to the ground, blood gushing out of his body. He was holding a cold H pistol in his hand.
Shi Qinghai combed his wet hair with his left hand and held the wet pistol with his right hand. He squinted his eyes at the tall building on the other side of the wall, knowing that the sniper was there.
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On a quiet street in the northern part of the capital special zone, flowers were swaying on the green field. Occasionally, a few weak petals would be blown off by the wind and roll slightly on the ground. It was a different kind of scenery when you came to a cafe on the street.
In addition to the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, General Lee Jae-do officially took over the position of Commander of the First Military Region from General Miles at the end of last month. Today, he was still used to drinking afternoon tea in this cafe at the back door of a courtyard, as he had done many years ago, to let his busy brain rest for a while. However, his status was different after all. Fierce armed guards were watching from the side, so there were not many ordinary diners around the parasol.
"We just received the news that the target has already entered the rhythm." The director of the Special Forces of the Federation's First Military Region sat across from Commander Li cautiously and reported in a low voice, "In order to avoid loopholes in the charter, we used a special fund to choose to use this drug. No antidote for this drug has been produced yet."
General Lee Jae-do, who was wearing glasses, slowly raised his head, calmly looked at this loyal subordinate, and said in a low voice, "Do you need to report these details to me?"
"Sorry, Commander." The director of the Special Forces stood at attention in fear, saluted, and left immediately.
"Most people in the association don't take Shi Qinghai seriously. They think that he is just a small figure, and they can't even remember his name."
The acting director of the Bureau of Proclamation, Cui Judong, gently stirred his coffee and said in a low voice, "But I never thought so. This is a very dangerous person. Knowing that he is going to die soon, I feel very relaxed. "
General Lee Jae-do didn't raise his head, and continued to read the newspaper quietly.
"But I can't be completely relaxed. Even thinking about what may happen after Shi Qinghai's death, my heart suddenly became very heavy. How will Colonel Xu Le react? He directly refused the appointment to go to the empire, which means that he has already felt something. He is in the West Woods, and it will only take him a few days to return to S1. "
Cui Judong quietly looked at the brown liquid swirling in the cup and said, "Yes, Mr. Byron is right. We are the Federation, and we shouldn't pay attention to a natural person. But … Colonel Xu Le is not an ordinary colonel."
"Don't forget, he has the first order authority of the Bureau of Proclamation."
Cui Judong raised his head, stared at General Lee Jae-do, and said, "As someone who has worked in the Bureau of Proclamation all my life, I have the responsibility to remind you and other people. According to the calculations in the past few years, I am sure that Colonel Xu Le's authority is even higher than Mr. President's. This is very scary."
"I don't want Colonel Xu Le to be too arrogant because of this authority, and thus walk on the wrong path. So I suggest that Director Cui should work from the inside, find out why the Central Computer gave him such a high authority, and find a way to remove his first order authority at any time."
"It will be very difficult," Cui Judong's answer was very direct.
General Lee Jae-do raised his head, looked away from the newspaper, and calmly looked at Cui Judong, and said, "Well, if that day really comes, and if my speculation is not wrong, I will take charge of this matter."
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