Manchester, the temporary work location of the Central Bureau.
Zhang Baofeng sat in the small reception room, slowly put down the information Wu Taiyong brought, and said softly: "I think there is no problem with these conditions. You can agree to the senior management of the association."
"That's good, that's good." Wu Taiyong smiled like an old eunuch, and said to the other party: "You have to be a big leader, so it's convenient to communicate. If there is something, you don't need to report it, you can make the decision yourself."
"Haha." Zhang Baofeng smiled and said, "I'm not a big leader. Your role far exceeds mine. Maybe one day in the future, your rank will be higher than mine."
"How can that be possible?!" Wu Taiyong patted Zhang Baofeng's thigh in a very feminine way, and said in a mean way: "No matter what time, you are our Brother Feng..."
Zhang Baofeng pulled his thigh back somewhat unnaturally, and changed the subject, saying, "Okay, that's it, you go back first, I still have work to do here."
"Okay, Brother Feng, I'll leave first then."
The two stood up, Wu Taiyong gently held Zhang Baofeng's right palm with both hands, and said with gritted teeth: "Brother Feng, there is still the issue of funding... As you know, my father is an old-fashioned man. He called me a traitor and stopped giving me money. The senior management of this activity association also needs some business expenses..."
"It's okay. I'll ask the higher-ups to approve one million for you and you can withdraw it tomorrow." Zhang Baofeng replied with a smile.
"Okay, okay, you are so considerate. It's really a pleasure to work with you." Wu Taiyong was so excited that he almost grabbed the one in Zhang Baofeng's crotch with both hands.
Zhang Baofeng felt that this person was too effeminate, and he unconsciously took a step back and said, "It's just a small matter, a small matter!"
"Then I'm leaving, Brother Feng!"
"Well, go ahead."
After the two finished their communication, Wu Taiyong took the documents and happily left the building.
Zhang Baofeng felt that the other party was a little perverted, so he went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and then walked to the interrogation room: "Xiao Han, how is it, did Lao Yang vomit?"
"The interrogation drug is working. We are guiding him and will get a confession soon," an officer replied.
"Let's go and take a look." Zhang Baofeng stepped into the observation room.
In the interrogation room, after Lao Yang was injected with military intelligence interrogation drugs, his consciousness began to blur. The guide who was responsible for communication beside him kept asking him questions tentatively.
…
Around 1:50 in the morning.
In a branch building of Division 6, Area 2, a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes walked into the dormitory and opened a bottle of strong liquor. He was going to drink a little, have a midnight snack, and then go to sleep and rest.
The high-intensity and high-risk military intelligence work made this man develop insomnia. He had to rely on alcohol to numb himself almost every day so that he could fall into a drowsy sleep.
“Crash!”
As soon as the wine was poured into the glass, the middle-aged man's phone rang. He frowned, looked at the caller ID, and walked to the window.
"Hello? Jessie!"
"Oh, my God! Little Leon is sick again, he has a high fever... Where are you, Richard?" The voice of my father-in-law came from the phone.
"Does he have a fever? Damn it, wait for me to come back!" Richard replied in a distracted manner, picked up the car keys and left the dormitory.
…
Around 2:30 in the early morning, an SUV stopped at the door of a villa. Richard opened the door and ran into the house quickly.
"Jessie, what happened to my daughter?!" Richard called out as he entered the hall.
“Squeak!”
The door of the villa was suddenly pushed shut, and two figures blocked the entrance.
In the dim hall, Yao Doudou sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and looked at Richard.
Richard was stunned. He looked at his father-in-law, wife, and three children kneeling on the ground in disbelief, and his right hand instinctively reached for his waist.
"I'm... sorry! I can't bear to see others hurting my daughter." The father-in-law lowered his head and said with guilt: "Please cooperate with them, Richard, family is more important...!"
Yao Doudou didn't say anything, but slowly picked up the dagger and placed it on Richard's wife's neck.
The two looked at each other.
Yao Doudou increased the force of his right hand, and the blonde woman with her mouth covered began to struggle in fear, and blood slowly seeped from her neck.
Yao Doudou held the knife, stared at Richard, and raised three fingers.
"Oh, no!" Richard had a mental breakdown and immediately gave up drawing his gun. He raised his hands and shouted, "OK, OK! I'll cooperate with you...!"
Five minutes later.
Yao Doudou walked out of the villa and whispered to the brother next to him, "Lock them all in the cellar, destroy the communication equipment, and make sure they don't escape within ten hours."
"I understand!" the brother nodded.
When Yao Doudou pushed the door and left, the two brothers behind him had already destroyed all the surveillance systems outside the house.
Standing in the courtyard, Yao Doudou dialed Su Tianyu's number and said quickly: "Richard vomited. According to him, the place where Brother Feng is imprisoned is in the Dunshini District. I'm going there now."
"How many people are around you?" Su Tianyu asked.
"Nine." Yao Doudou replied: "Richard said that in order to keep the operation secret, only a few people from the Central Bureau of District 1 came, and few people know their temporary office location. The brothers I have here should be enough."
"be safe!"
"Well, if the opportunity is good, I will just do it."
"We can't force it. If we don't have a chance, we can find another way." Su Tianyu warned.
"Yes, Chief!" Yao Doudou replied in a relaxed tone and hung up the phone directly.
…
In the early morning, around 2:40.
Old Yang lay leaning on an iron chair, his eyes slightly closed, his expression dull, and his head shaking slightly.
"Is Lu Feng your friend?" After two rounds of communication with Lao Yang, the guiding technician began to ask key questions.
“Yes…” Old Yang nodded slowly.
"What is his purpose for coming to District 2 this time?" the guide asked again, "Is it to reminisce about the past?!"
“No…,” Old Yang survived the torture, but not the scientific drugs. He replied in a low voice: “He came to me… to discuss recruiting… ”
In the observation room, a smile finally appeared on Zhang Baofeng's face.
"Mad, it's done!"
“Overtime is finally over, thank God!”
“…!”
A group of staff members showed joyful expressions and even high-fived each other.
Outside the detached building, a man wearing a baseball cap, a triangular bandanna on his face, and carrying a shoulder bag walked towards the main building.
This person was the young man who rescued the pangolin in the coffee shop halfway through the night.
"Brother Qiu, Group 2 is in place." A voice came from the headset.
“Swish!”
The young man called Brother Qiu pulled out a Remington shotgun from his bag and walked directly into the main building.
"Hey, you can't come in!"
The security guard in the guard room immediately stood up to stop them.
Brother Qiu turned the muzzle of the gun and pulled the slide.
“Bang, bang, bang…!”
Suddenly, muffled gunshots echoed throughout the main building.