Chapter 95

The thin man's face became very ugly. He opened the remaining half of the cigarette carefully and almost scolded. What's so special about it? It's white powder!

The boy is overdose!

In his business, it's OK to swindle people for money, but if he gets poisoned, no one can protect him. At this time, where can a thin man care about money? It's the most important to think about how to break away from the relationship. For fear of being seen sitting in his own car, he opened the door and pushed Zhang Fan down. With the engine buzzing, he drove away.

When the car is far away, Zhang Pingping, lying on the ground, suddenly opens his eyes and laughs.

He wiped the white foam on the corner of his mouth and spat

"Bah, you helped the old lady across the road when I was cheating, white powder? You've never made dumplings with me

Throw the flour bag into the dustbin, pat the dust on the body, and then take out a wallet from the pocket. What's in the wallet is the thin man's ID card and a stack of banknotes. Look at the thickness, there are thousands of pieces..

"Well, someone's going to pay for it."

Take out the money, throw away your wallet and drive away in a car on the road.

Not long after Zhang Pingfan left, the black Jetta came back. On the way back, the skinny man found that his wallet was gone, thinking about whether it had fallen to the ground. As soon as he got out of the car, he found that the person lying here had disappeared.

"Why? What about the kid? "

Looking around, he saw his wallet. At this time, it was empty except for the certificate, which made him have a bad feeling. After turning it again, he found the bag with "white powder".

When I opened it, I suddenly sneezed!

"Sneeze! Shit! Flour, damn it

Zhang ordinary did not know that the driver of the black car still had the courage to go back. Even if he knew, he didn't care. What he did was not once or twice. At this time, he has come to the red flag building.

Looking at the building with more than 50 floors in front of me, I was amazed.

Look at other people's intelligence station, which is actually open in such a busy street. If you think about the signboard of Yingcheng strange people's office, you can't even see it.

The intelligence station belongs to a special branch of the Institute, which is close to the Intelligence Department of the Institute, but has a larger system. Except for the general station in Kyoto, the rest can only set up branch stations in municipal cities. The intelligence station and the Institute have the same root, but they belong to different departments. Both of them are at the same level. Even in some aspects, the local institute depends on the face of the intelligence station.

According to the information in the document, the Fengtian intelligence station is on the first to fifth floor of the red flag building, which is more than ten times the area of Yingcheng.

Entering the building, a bright sign appeared at the front desk.

"It's a great law firm. Ha ha, it's not low-key." Tucao make complaints about intelligence, and Zhang Pingfan walks towards the front desk.

The front desk is a little girl with a mushroom head, wearing a professional uniform. When she saw him, she said with a smile, "excuse me, sir, are you here for legal consultation? If you have an appointment, you can register here. "

"No, no, no, I'm looking for someone."

"What's the name of the man, sir?"

"Cold crisp."

The little sister at the front desk operated on the computer a few times and said apologetically, "excuse me, sir. There is no one surnamed Han in our office. Would you like to ask upstairs?"

Zhang Pingfan took out his work certificate from his arms and said in a low voice, "I'm looking for your chief stationmaster. Please give me a notice."

The front desk girl's face was stiff. She looked around and nodded: "yes, sir. Please wait for a while. I'll make an appointment for you."

Then he went to the corner with his walkie talkie, which should be reporting.

Zhang ordinary is standing at the front desk, idle look around, observe the surrounding terrain.

On the other side, in a room on the fifth floor of the red flag building, there is a big bed with a delicate girl sleeping on it. Beside the bed sat a graceful woman.

Yingying's waist, slim and plump legs, and three thousand green silk in a bun look noble and mysterious. If you look closely at the similarity between her and the girl on the bed, you may think that they are sisters.

But people who know this woman well know how much energy there is under this beautiful appearance.

She is the youngest intelligence stationmaster in history, the proud daughter of ferrets, Han Tianxiang.

This woman was once the dream lover of the whole alien Bureau. Her cold and noble temperament is hard to approach. You can hardly see any shortcomings in her. If you have to say that, then her marriage is the stain of her life.

The girl lying on the bed is naturally her daughter hansu. At this time, hansu is not in a coma, but in a coma. Even so, she can still be heard vaguely talking in her sleep.

It's very quiet, but close up you can hear a few words:

"Ordinary... Ordinary... I won't go..."

"Alas..." a long sigh echoed in the room. Han Tianxiang stretched out his hand like a work of art and gently pulled down the hair between his daughter's forehead.

"Silly child, what did that boy do to make you so worried? Is the tragedy of mother not enough to wake you up? Don't blame mom. You have to leave this time. Camp city is a place of right and wrong. Don't stay long. "

"When the storm of these days is over, you will know mother's hard work."

"You know, when my mother heard that that bastard hurt you, my heart was like being broken. I wanted to cut that bastard to pieces, but my mother was incompetent, and my mother couldn't do it. I can't protect others, but I have to protect you, whether you hate me or not, it's the only choice. "

Han Tianxiang said to himself, these words seem to be for Han Su, but more like for himself.

At this time, a sudden knock on the door interrupted the atmosphere in the room. Han Tianxiang's face was straight, and his previous sad appearance was swept away. Instead, it was a kind of solemn majesty.

"Master Han, there is a man named Zhang Pingfan from Yingcheng strange people's office who wants to see you? Look... "

Zhang Pingfan?

A light flashed from his eyes and said in a cold voice, "lock him up!"

"Yes

People outside the door did not ask why. Unconditional execution is the first criterion of the intelligence station. Intelligence work depends on urgency and urgency. Any bit of nonsense will delay the transmission of information.

The footsteps outside the door leave. Han Tianxiang stands up. Good boy, he has come here. Jin Yue, you can rest assured. Do you really think I have a bad temper?

Hall, Zhang ordinary is leisurely, after all, is the chief stationmaster, some shelves are normal.

Just as he thought about it, two big men in black suits came towards him under the guidance of the little sister at the front desk.

Can you finally get in?

incorrect!

Zhang ordinary found that the two men how fierce, stop, just want to retreat, heard the front desk younger sister called: "that's him!"

Shit! It can't be true! Again!

History is always amazingly similar. No accident. Zhang Pingfan was once again carried into it by two big men. He didn't struggle on the road. Anyway, he was also useless. He was just curious. Is it necessary for other people to carry people? He is always two big men. His posture has not changed. The trouble is a little new. He even doubts whether the same two people are carrying himself these times.

Since he can't escape, Zhang ordinary simply focuses on his surroundings. He can feel that the road... Is always downward.

oh Intelligence stations have dungeons, too? I don't know if I will live in a more advanced place this time.

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