Feng Bujue whipped his head around to look at the door.
At that moment, his mind was racing. So late at night … Who could it be? Has Arthas returned? Or is it the neighbor downstairs who came up to ask after hearing the explosion? If it is the latter, after I open the door, they will definitely notice the blood stains on me and the smell of blood in the room … But if I don't open the door, will they give up so easily?
Just as Brother Jue was hesitating, a familiar voice came from outside the door. "Bujue, open the door. It's me."
"Bao Qing?" Feng Bujue recognized the voice as Master Bao's, but that only increased the suspicion in his heart. Something is not right … He is a civil servant with a happy family and a successful career. Why would he appear at my door at 2 am? His eyes darted around. Could it be that he was chased out because he had an argument with his wife? No … Even if he was chased out by his wife and was planning to spend the night at my place … he should have given me a call first. And … the walkie-talkie did not even ring, so how did he get into the building?
With that in mind, Brother Jue walked toward the door and said, "Oh … Ol 'Bao, it's already so late. What's the matter?"
"I'm here to help you," Bao Qing replied in a serious tone.
"Huh?" Brother Jue played dumb to stall for time as he tiptoed to the door. He looked out through the peephole. "What are you talking about?"
"Bujue, I know you're watching us from behind the door." When Bao Qing replied, he and the ten people behind him had entered Feng Bujue's line of sight. "I also know that … a 'Neng Angel' died in your room." He paused. "In any case … open the door and let us in. We can talk."
Click!
Before he finished, Feng Bujue opened the door.
"Huh?" Bao Qing was startled. He thought he would need to spend more time to convince Brother Jue to open the door, but before he could finish, the man had already done so. "Why did you …"
"Why did you open the door so easily?" Feng Bujue continued Lord Bao's words and laughed, "Heh … there are two main reasons …" As he spoke, he opened the door and walked back to the living room with his back facing the door. "Firstly, you have a strong army. If you really want to barge in, my broken door … I'm afraid it won't be able to stop you. Now that you're using peaceful means before resorting to force, you're giving me face. Secondly … I don't have many friends. You and I have known each other for many years. I believe you won't harm me. "
"Hmph …" Bao Qing revealed a meaningful smile. This smile contained a trace of gratification, a trace of bitterness, and a trace of admiration. "What a good Feng Bujue."
As he spoke, he led the dozen or so strong men behind him in a single file and closed the door behind him.
"Then … where should we start?" Feng Bujue walked back to the living room and turned to look at Bao Qing.
"Let's start with my identity …" Bao Qing replied. "I, Bao Qing, have the military rank of lieutenant. I belong to the Supernatural Affairs Management and Supervision Bureau of the People's Republic of China … or 'Nine Sections'. The content of my mission in recent years … is to monitor specific targets and regularly analyze and report on their threat level. "
"Hahahaha …" Hearing this, Feng Bujue laughed. It was unclear what his laughter meant.
"Do you find it hard to believe or hard to accept?" Bao Qing asked in a low voice.
"No, no, no …" Feng Bujue stopped laughing and waved his hands. "I just realized that … recently … in my life, there have been too many disruptive changes, and they are very interesting to me." He smiled again. "Please continue …"
"Okay …" Bao Qing said. "Initially … I only had one target, and that was Wang Tanzhi …"
"Wait a minute …" Feng Bujue immediately interrupted him. "Are you kidding me?" He took a few tissues from the coffee table and wiped his face. There was still a lot of blood on his face, but Bao Qing and the agents from Jiu Ke ignored it. "I remember when you first started hanging out with us … you were only in kindergarten, weren't you? You were a spy when you were only five years old? "
"At first … I was just your playmate," Bao Qing explained. "I was recruited when I was in the fifth grade. When I was in middle school, I became an official agent and started to carry out missions. Considering my relationship with Xiao Tan, I was assigned a long-term surveillance mission. "
"Fifth grade … You started your career so early …" Brother Jue couldn't help but mock him.
"It's not that early." Bao Qing replied calmly. "Our country's agents are trained from nine to fourteen years old. We're not a brainless organization like the CIA that likes to secretly recruit people from the Ivy League (American League of Elite Schools). We are the kind of organization that allows agents to enter the Ivy League and wait to be recruited by the CIA. "
"Hey hey … That's not right!" Feng Bujue suddenly raised his voice. "According to what you said, someone like me … I should have been interviewed by the National Security Bureau when I was nine years old, right?"
"I saw your file … When you were eight years old, they wanted to interview you …" Bao Qing's bitter face showed a strange expression. "But a year later, you were added to another … Erm … A 'list' that I still can't check, and you were monitored."
"Huh? Didn't you say that when you were in middle school, Xiao Tan was the only target to be monitored? "Feng Bujue asked again.
"At first, you were not under my surveillance," Bao Qing said. "I don't know why … Your surveillance level was higher than Xiao Tan's … It was always an adult agent monitoring you."
"Huh? Who? "Brother Jue asked with his eyes wide open. He really didn't feel like he was being monitored.
"Up until high school, all of your homeroom teachers … were from the National Security Bureau," Bao Qing replied. "After graduating from high school, I took over … because I was an adult."
"The f * ck?" Feng Bujue's eyes flashed with the faces of his homeroom teachers. "They are professionals, after all. They could hide it from me for so long!"
"In fact …" Bao Qing gulped. "After they finished their task of monitoring you, they all applied for a transfer because they were under too much pressure. They never did field work again. By the way, our junior high school's homeroom teacher went to Mount Wutai to be a monk the second year after you graduated."
"What's with that 'it's all your fault' tone?" Feng Bujue shouted. "It has nothing to do with me! Also … What is the 'list' that you still can't check? "
"I've heard some rumors …" Bao Qing replied. "Rumor has it that … the people on the list are 'extremely dangerous, but they seem to be useful in times of need.'"
"Mm …" Feng Bujue lowered his voice and said, "Mm." He didn't say anything else, because he couldn't refute it.
"Okay …" At this time, Bao Qing looked serious. "If you want to catch up, there will be time in the future. Right now … I still have a mission." His eyes became sharp. "Feng Bujue, I have to ask you to come with me."
"Where are we going?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Of course … to Jiuke," Bao Qing replied.
"Erm … Can you give me the address? I'll take a shower and call you myself. How about that?" Feng Bujue asked with an attitude of "trying won't get me pregnant."
"The address … Don't you already know it?" Bao Qing replied with a blank expression.
As soon as he said this, Feng Bujue was shocked. Two seconds later, he smiled bitterly and said, "Ha … You knew … I was investigating you all this time?"
"Yes." Bao Qing was straightforward.
"Then why didn't you arrest me earlier?" Feng Bujue tilted his head and asked, "Did you want to see how far I could go?"
"These questions …" Bao Qing said, "I can't answer you." After he finished speaking, he took out a pair of handcuffs and a black balaclava from his shirt pocket. "Everything was ordered by the higher-ups … Right now, right here, right now, I'm standing in front of you, and I'm telling you these things. It was all arranged by the higher-ups …"
"It looks like I have no other choice?" Feng Bujue looked into his old friend's eyes and asked with a smile.
"I'm sorry." Bao Qing's three words contained too much.
He was a person who was far more complicated than he looked. His friendship with Feng Bujue and Wang Tanzhi was not fake. It was the purest of emotions, without any impurities. It was a bond that was extremely difficult to establish in the adult world. However, his values and his loyalty to the country forced him to take on a role that even he himself hated …
"Okay, I'll go with you." At this moment, Brother Jue seemed very relaxed and cooperative. He quickly scanned the Jiuke agents in the room and laughed. "Ha … There's no need to mobilize so many people just to catch an ordinary person like me."
Bao Qing walked forward and handcuffed Feng Bujue, "Don't misunderstand, they … are here to clean up the scene."
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