Late, a figure walked out of the luxurious villa in Repulse Bay. This was Zhang Hai after dinner. He smiled and waved at the second floor of the villa. Although he couldn't see what was wrong there, he knew that Zhuge Xiaowen He and Murong Xinluan will definitely watch him leave.
Hong Kong, the Pearl of the Orient, the global financial center, and a shopper’s paradise. Here, gold is everywhere, tall buildings are lined, and the sky can be illuminated by the brilliant lights on the ground. It is a freedom, romance, A splendid city, a city that countless people yearn for, a legend is being played here every minute.
"I don't know what kind of legend I want to perform?" Zhang Hai muttered to himself, and stopped a taxi casually.
"Go to Temple Street." Zhang Hai said in authentic Cantonese after getting off the car.
Hong Kong is no stranger to Zhang Hai. In fact, he is no stranger to every city on the earth. In some corners of these different cities, you can always find some memories of the past. In the crevices of skyscrapers, dark and unmanned paths, noisy. Among the noisy crowd and the brightly lit wine room, what was recorded was the thrilling battles, the confusing clashes, and the secret battles that were perplexing but dangerous.
Zhang Hai looked at the night scene out of the car window, but he didn't know where he was flying. At dinner, he had already bid farewell to Zhuge Xiaowen and Murong Xinluan. In the days to come, he will become another identity. , Living a different life, as if he had returned to his career as an agent.
What makes him a little regretful is that he really gambled on the boat and didn't say goodbye to that girl, but time is not waiting, he desperately needs to find Catherine to solve this matter completely.
"Mister is here." The reminder of the taxi driver awakened Zhang Hai, who was immersed in memory.
After paying the fare and stepping out of the car, there was an extremely lively but somewhat messy scene in front of him. Zhang Hai knew that the famous Temple Street in Kowloon had arrived.
"No change." Zhang Hai smiled faintly.
Four years ago, he performed a mission here. He knows the terrain well. He almost knows the small owners of many stalls here, and a dilapidated apartment at the back of this street is where he used to stay.
The night of Temple Street is always very busy and exciting. The sound of cries, music, Cantonese opera, and the sound of fried food make it easy for people to blend in. This is a place full of civilians and mixed with fish and dragons.
Zhang Hai walked easily, and the scent of fish balls came from the side of the road. An old man with some bald hair was greeting the tourists who came and went, and the heat lingered back and forth under the incandescent lamp.
"Here are two bunches of fish balls." Zhang Hai threw it all in wa
Under ten dollars.
"Good." The old man enthusiastically picked up two bunches of fish balls, dipped them in the secret sauce, and handed them to Zhang Haidao, "Little brother from the mainland, if you don’t taste my ancestral fish balls, it’s nothing. Hong Kong, this is a treasure of Hong Kong."
"Haha, Fu Bo, you are still so bragging, it seems that you will never throw away the name of Bragging Boss." Zhang Hai smiled and picked up the fish balls and walked into the turbulent flow of people.
"Lady, you know me? How come I haven't seen you." Fubo grabbed the white hair that was already scarce, and muttered as he watched Zhang Hai disappearing, "I'm old, it's useless, even My acquaintances can’t remember, I thought it was a mainland tourist, but who on earth is he, I even know my nickname."
"Brother's fish balls are still so delicious." Zhang Hai chewed on the fragrant fish balls as he walked, biting the fresh fish balls into his mouth, and the more fragrant he eats, the more powerful he eats.
As he walked, he turned into an alley on the side of the road. The alley was much quieter than the main street. There were few pedestrians. There were a lot of simple red light boxes standing at the entrance of the corridor on both sides, and it said "Beigu 200 Words like "Guimei 250", don’t read it, this is the last name service.
Zhang Hai came to Temple Street, neither revisiting the old place, nor did he come to eat fish balls to find service. His purpose was to find acquaintances.
Soon, he appeared in front of a clinic. The windows of the small clinic were bright and clean, with a peaceful white light emitting from it, which was in sharp contrast with the dark red light box next to it.
"Phoenix Clinic", this is a very ordinary clinic in Hong Kong that is so ordinary that people will not take a second look. This is only one of the thousand private clinics in Hong Kong. There is nothing special, but the residents around know that here There is a beautiful and kind hostess, and the only female doctor here, Fengxian.
But Zhang Hai knew that it was not that simple here, and that Fengxian was not just a female doctor.
She is an agent. To be precise, she is a senior agent of the British Intelligence Division. In an international financial center like Hong Kong, which country would not set up an underground reception desk for agents here? , Is the underground reception station set up in Hong Kong by the Yingqing Six Office, and Fengxian is the major stationmaster.
No one knows this secret. Except for the MI6 agents who came to Hong Kong to perform the mission, Zhang Hai knew that during this mission, the two sides had cooperated, and Fengxian owed him some favors for this.
"I'm looking for Doctor Fengxian." Zhang Hai opened the door and walked in, standing opposite the reception nurse at the front desk.
"Oh, please come with me." The little nurse answered with a smile.
"Okay." Zhang Hai followed the little nurse on the bright and smooth marble floor. The shiny black leather shoes and the mirror-like floor were dazzling.
"Please wait." The little nurse stood in front of a door, pressed the door intercom, and said, "Doctor Fengxian, there are patients."
"Invite him in."
When Fengxian's voice sounded, Zhang Hai clearly saw a camera turned towards him from the reflection of the marble floor.
She was still so careful. No wonder she hadn't been spotted in Hong Kong for so long. Zhang Hai opened the door and walked in. He lifted a curtain, and you could see a familiar doctor sitting in a white one with no age. Behind the desk.
"Please sit down." Doctor Fengxian smiled and motioned for Zhang Hai to sit down. Her appearance was not that stunningly beautiful. That kind of beauty is not suitable for a latent agent. Fengxian is the kind of woman who makes people look comfortable. , Gentleness, calmness, and a smile can dissolve the hostility of the other party. Seeing such a woman, people will always think of words like kindness, kindness, and weakness. If Zhang Hai doesn't know her identity, she will be confused by her appearance.
"Little brother, what is your last name?" Fengxian asked, picking up a pen.
"Surnamed Wang." Zhang Hai said nonsense.
"Oh? Really." Fengxian looked up at Zhang Hai's face again, and then smiled again, "Mr. Wang is in good health, not like a sick person."
Fubo who sells fish balls can see that Zhang Hai is from the mainland, let alone trained agents.
Zhang Hai smiled, "You haven't checked, how do you know that I am not sick? Some diseases can't be seen at a glance."
Fengxian's big eyes rolled around Zhang Hai's face and said with a smile: "So, it's a dark illness. Could it be that Mr. Wang suffered from inaction at a young age?"