A tattered truck, parked by the grass. Shi Qinghai, wearing a gray hat, looked at the house across the street, licked his dry lips subconsciously, lit a Sanqi brand cigarette, picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"Who?" The other end of the phone was very lively, like a market or something.
"Me." Shi Qinghai leaned against the car window, holding the cigarette butt with three fingers, shaking it gently.
"Oh, what's the matter?"
"I'm going in."
"Go." The other end of the phone paused and added, "Be careful."
Shi Qinghai hung up the phone, rolled out the cigarette butts, put on the standard box of a professional cleaning company, whistled, lowered his head and walked towards the house across the street, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the barbecue stall hundreds of meters away, he couldn't help it. smiled.
It may not seem that it is too difficult to find the residence that Ximen Jin once used for transit, but in fact it is quite difficult. Shi Qinghai used his three skills as a certified public accountant, a computer expert, and a burglar expert to spend all night finding this place.
As the old saying goes, Mr. Shi is omnipotent, except for having children.
Regarding this case that he has been secretly investigating for many years, all he needs to do is to find the relevant evidence chain, and then hand it over to the presidential residence through Xu Le's hands, without worrying about the follow-up execution issues, as for what will happen to the Ministry of Justice or the District Attorney's Office Do it, none of his business.
The residential house in the grass was getting closer and closer. He glanced at the thickness of the dust on the window lattice, and confirmed that the stronghold had not been abandoned by those people. Shi Qinghai raised his eyebrows in the shadows, and looked at a few hundred meters away. A look at the BBQ stall.
He was used to working alone, but since he was facing a senior officer of the Seventh Iron Division today, he threw a wind chime outside the block to strengthen security. That string of wind chimes was his subordinate in Qinglong Mountain, and after working with him for many years, he was probably the only guy in this world that he could trust besides Xu Le.
He quietly pushed in the door and found what he needed very quickly, as well as the dust scattered between the bedside and the reddish-brown hair in the dust, very old hair, even if this room The house has been cleaned many times, but it still stubbornly stays.
The decoration of this house is very simple, but the materials used are expensive and inconsistent with the appearance. Shi Qinghai frowned while looking at the environment in the room while wearing gloves. He couldn't help shaking his head. Officers can take so many allowances, and the Federation will no longer have to worry about conscription work.
After finishing the matter, Shi Qinghai did not leave in a hurry, but whistled and really began to clean the room for Ximen Jin. He cleaned the room very seriously, not letting go of every corner, and clearly told the owner of the room that someone had been there. , but the traces of the future are completely cleaned up.
This kind of behavior is actually a bit arrogant, but the investigation of the past few years has finally come to an end, and there is no need to do anything by himself, Shi Qinghai is in a pretty good mood, especially after seeing Ximen Jin's wine cabinet.
More than a dozen of the most expensive wines in the Federation are displayed in the dark wine cabinet. Among them are his favorite Wenjun Brandi Xianzang No. 3, oak pearl red, and even a bottle of his favorite green hand brew.
Shi Qinghai took out the green hand liquor with difficulty from the innermost part of the wine cabinet, poured it into the glass, and said with emotion: "I was wrong, if the federal officers can get such a high allowance, what we need to worry about is that there will be too many young people. Rush to join the army."
"Respect the great self and the tasteful Ximen."
After drinking the light blue wine in the glass, he sighed comfortably, and after disposing of the glass, he calmly turned and left, just like a real cleaner.
Shi Qinghai, who has more than 30 professional certificates, has a federal judicial certificate of course. Based on his legal knowledge and in-depth research on dozens of federal precedents, he confirms that the evidence he has collected so far is enough for His Excellency the President and Xu. Le, put Mr. Byron and that gang of angry middle-aged people in jail and never get out again.
So he happily found a small bar, ordered a glass of wine and drank it relaxedly, and began to think about whether to fly back to the south coast tomorrow, should he find a girl, or continue to try to persuade Zou Yu to take the child on a secret vacation.
Thinking of the daughter of the minister's family, he frowned beautifully and shrugged self-deprecatingly. Out of the corner of his eye, he confirmed that no one in the bar was paying attention to him, so he took out the phone and dialed Xu Le's number.
Because the Xilin Region is too far away, it is impossible to guarantee instant communication like the three administrative stars in Shanglin. Shi Qinghai habitually laughed at Xu Le for the time-lapse recording, and then when he was about to get to the point, his pupils were blank. For some unknown reason, the voice stopped abruptly.
He stared thoughtfully at the transparent glass in front of him, licked his upper lip lightly, the middle of his left eyebrow arched like a sad mountain peak, his thin lips were slightly raised, and he said, "This wine tastes really bad."
I can clearly feel that the tongue coating is getting thicker and thicker, and I can feel a faint salty taste oozing out from the middle of the teeth. The worse it is, the taste buds will be completely inactive after six hours.
Shi Qinghai stared blankly at the transparent glass, confirming that the poison was not smeared on the glass, but hidden in the green brew he drank in the house.
The poison is called Xenogeneic Angelica. It is colorless and odorless. After entering the human body, it will cause great damage to the nervous system and circulatory system. Moreover, because of the wonderful gap between the absorption speed and the attack time, it is difficult to be discovered and reversed. This drug is also There is a very significant feature, that is, expensive, expensive to unimaginable.
Like his ACW.
This is what Shi Qinghai learned in the first hospital, in the FBI, and in Qinglong Mountain, but he never imagined that someone would kill himself with such an expensive poison.
"It's careless." He put down the glass gently, shrugged self-deprecatingly, and said, "And it's too wasteful."
He took out the banknotes and put them on the table. He seemed to be stable, but he actually left the front hall of the bar very quickly, walked into the kitchen where there were not many people, opened the refrigerator and took out a bucket of milk, grabbed a piece of ginger, and turned to the toilet.
Walking into the toilet, he could feel the tendency of his leg muscles to relax a little, and the most troublesome thing was that his vision was obviously blurred.
He picked up the milk pail and drank, then turned on the faucet, gulps clean water, then ran to the cubicle, forced the door open, politely asked the waiter who didn't have time to lift his pants to leave, and looked down at the toilet feces, and stuck his finger in his throat.
With a wow sound, a mixed liquid of water mixed with milk was spit out, and Shi Qinghai struggled to straighten his body until he spit out all the contents in his stomach, until he spit out a bluish-yellow disgusting stomach acid.
He immediately stuffed the ginger into his mouth and chewed it vigorously, letting the spicy ginger juice pass through the severely injured throat and enter the empty stomach. The pain instantly filled his body.
Some stumbled out of the back door of the bar, Shi Qinghai raised his right arm, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a delicate formal sleeve, and stumbled against the wall and walked out of the alley.
There seemed to be two drunks in front of them tearing at something, and then they wrapped Shi Qinghai's body in one place, and before they entangled for too long, they heard two dull puffs.
The federal agent who pretended to be drunk fell to the ground, blood gushing from his body, holding a cold H12 pistol in his hand.
Shi Qinghai combed his wet hair with his left hand, and held a wet pistol in his right hand, squinting at the tall building over the wall, knowing that the sniper was there.
In a quiet street in the north city of the Capital Special Administrative Region, there are flowers blooming on the green space full of spring. Occasionally, a few weak petals are blown off by the gentle wind, rolling slightly on the ground, and coming to the cafe next to the street, there is a unique scenery.
In addition to the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, General Lee Jae-do officially took over the post of Commander of the First Military Region from General Miles at the end of last month. Today, he is still used to drinking afternoon tea in a cafe at the back door of the courtyard, as he has done for many years in the past, to let his busy brain rest for a while, but his status is different after all. Not many regular diners.
"The news I just received, the target has entered the rhythm." The director of the Special Forces War Office of the First Federal Military Region, sitting somewhat cautiously opposite Commander Li, reported in a low voice: "In order to avoid loopholes in the charter records, our office used special funds, Choose to use the drug, for which no antidote is currently produced."
General Li Zaidao, who was wearing glasses, slowly raised his head, looked at the loyal subordinate calmly, and said in a low voice, "Do you need to report these details to me?"
"Sorry, Commander." The director of the special operations room stood at attention in panic, and left immediately after salute.
"Most people in the association don't take Shi Qinghai seriously, thinking that he is just a small person, and can't even remember his name."
Cui Judong, acting director of the Charter Bureau, stirred the coffee gently and said softly, "But I never thought so. This is a very dangerous person. Knowing that he is about to die, I feel very relieved."
General Li Zaidao did not look up, and continued to read the newspaper quietly.
"But there is no way to be completely relaxed. Even thinking of what might happen after Shi Qinghai's death, my heart suddenly became extremely heavy. How would Colonel Xu Le react? What, he's in Xilin, and it won't take a few days to get back to S1."
Cui Judong quietly looked at the swirling brown liquid in the cup and said, "Yes, Mr. Byron is right, we are the Federation, and we shouldn't focus on a natural person, but... Colonel Xu Le is not an ordinary person. Colonel."
"Don't forget, he has the first-order authority of the Charter Bureau."
Cui Judong raised his head, stared at General Li Zaidao and said, "As a person who has worked in the Charter Bureau all his life, I have the responsibility to remind you and others that, based on the calculations over the past few years, I confirm that Colonel Xu Le's authority even exceeds that of Colonel Xu Le. Mr President, this is terrifying."
"I don't want Colonel Xu Le to be too conceited and go down the wrong path because of this kind of authority, so I suggest that Director Cui should start from the inside, figure out why the central computer has granted him such a high authority, and find out why the authority may be released at any time. The method of his first-order authority."
"It's very difficult." Cui Judong answered directly.
General Li Zaidao raised his head, looked away from the newspaper, looked at Cui Judong calmly, and said, "Well, if that day comes, and if my guess is correct, I will be responsible for handling this matter."