Snow fell on the ground outside the window.
The pen in his hand fell on it.
It makes a rustling sound.
Zeng Yue's expression was focused and solemn.
The content he wrote in his hand seemed to others to be a bunch of meaningless gibberish, which required a corresponding set of code words to be translated. Everything he said was about the situation in Qiushui City.
His thinking was smooth and clear, and he wrote without any pauses.
The North Sea he likes is the North Sea in Central China.
The coldest time is destined to be before the spring flowers bloom. If this coldness can be borne by the North Sea and exchanged for a better Central Continent and future, it will definitely be worth it.
He can't represent anyone, and he can't make decisions for Beihai.
But this is his personal thought and will, just like the letter he is writing now, it is only his personal thought and will.
In more than twenty years, the top spy disguised as an electrical engineer has had nearly thirty loyal dead soldiers in his hands. He himself is a master at the peak of the Thunder Realm. He uses the power he has in his hands to All his resources formed a detailed network of contacts, and this network of contacts occupied most of the content of his letter.
He really likes Beihai, which belongs to Central Continent completely. This game has nothing to do with right or wrong, justice or evil, majesty or despicability, only victory or defeat, only the result. He thinks that such an outcome is right, so he tries his best Go ahead without reservation.
If they can succeed, when they grow old in a few decades, they may be proud to tell future generations that it was they who led the future direction and path of Beihai.
The letter is very long.
Zeng Yue changed several pieces of stationery.
The hibernation plan is over.
This should be the last report before the awakening plan was launched, so Zeng Yue took out all the chips in his heart.
He had nearly thirty dead soldiers.
There are two colleagues around him who participated in the hibernation plan with him. Now one of them is a mid-to-high-level official in Qiushui City Government, and the other is a well-known doctor in Qiushui. The two of them also secretly cultivated Because of excessive caution, the scale of such a team is not large. The three of them combined, the number of people available at hand is about eighty, but also because of caution, these dozens of people can be completely A trusted confidant.
As the deputy leader of the seventh team lurking in Qiushui, Zeng Yue has spent a long time studying what kind of role these people can play together. From the very beginning to now, more than twenty years later, The countless combinations Zeng Yue pondered in his mind can all play an extremely huge role.
And that's exactly what he's writing now.
If he gave it a go, he and his two colleagues could assassinate two second-level targets, five third-level targets, and some other people in key positions in Qiushui City in six hours. Qiushui City fell into the greatest chaos immediately.
The so-called secondary assassination targets are Zeng Yue's own standards. In his mind, there are six secondary targets in Qiushui City. The mayor and speaker of Qiushui are both secondary targets, as well as several core members of the Qiushui Huangfu family. High-rise.
The first-level target is the patriarch of the Huangfu family.
Zeng Yue was confident of assassinating the two secondary targets. One was the mayor of Qiushui, and the other was a core member of the Huangfu family.
Once these two people die, within a few hours, the entire Qiushui City will be in complete shock. In order to track down the murderer, the Huangfu family must take a series of measures, and there is no time to cooperate with Dibingshan's actions.
As for such a latent group, Zeng Yue can be sure that there is at least one group of people in Qiushui City.
Other cities in Beihai Province should also have such latent groups.
As soon as they take action, the entire North Sea will be darkened.
Zeng Yue took a deep breath and thought of all the things he had lived in Beihai for more than 20 years.
A flash of intolerance flashed in his heart, and then he became firm again.
He picked up the pen he had put down again, and instead of using code words, he wrote four words directly at the end of the letter.
For Middle-earth.
He looked at the signature on the letter, carefully recalled the contents, and said with some satisfaction: "Not bad."
Behind him, someone also said with satisfaction: "Not bad."
It's quiet at night.
There is only the sound of falling snow outside the window