bright moon goes west

In a small French-style building not far from the Capital Hotel, the clock has not struck the last Morse code: mission failed.

Just a few keystrokes seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

Zhong Wei slumped on the chair weakly.His body was already numb, but his mind was strangely sober, supporting him to do the rest.

He got up, quickly disassembled the radio on the table, and hid it in the house.

Zhong Wei did not choose to evacuate at the first time as usual, but took out an "Old Sword" cigarette from the cigarette case on the table, slightly exerted force with his thumb, and with a "click", the lighter cover was screwed on. Open, bursting out orange flames.

The warm flame slowly licked the cigarette he held between his fingers, the shredded tobacco in the rolling paper was burned by the flame, and lit up with dots of orange light, and the room was filled with a unique aroma of tobacco .

Zhong Wei looked absently at a small open window on the east side of the attic.There, in the dark night, is the gleaming spire of the Metropolitan Hotel.The once luxurious place, tonight, completely turned into a Shura field.

A thick layer of gray-white soot had accumulated between Zhong Wei's index finger and middle finger. The scalding heat burned the skin between his fingers. His fingertips trembled lightly, and the thick soot bounced off in the air. Suddenly, there was a pungent smell, which made people's eyes sour.

Zhong Wei coughed, threw away the cigarette butt between his fingers, and covered his cheek involuntarily with the hand that was holding the cigarette just now.

A total of 120 people were dispatched for tonight's operation. Zhong Wei thought it was a foolproof plan, but in the end the entire army was wiped out.

At the appointed time, no flares were lit in the sky, not even after a 10-minute delay.

Even the "bat" cultivated by Zhong Wei with countless painstaking efforts, the best agent of the No. 1 team and Zhong Wei's closest comrade-in-arms, lurked in the heart of the enemy for seven years, during which time he intercepted more than a dozen The telegram of great value has influenced the situation of several battles, because the failure of tonight's operation is likely to be fatal.

It is unreasonable to bear the brunt of a bat at such a high level and such a dangerous position once it is exposed.

Although everyone, including Zhong Wei, had been prepared to put life and death aside before doing this job, when the day really came, those sacrificed comrades still made Zhong Wei's heart bleed .

There were three knocks on the door: "Boom, boom, boom" from outside the attic.

Zhong Wei's gaze was fixed, and the dejected aura on his body was instantly swept away, his whole body was like a bowstring stretched into a full moon.

"Team leader. Gao Ling has led people to surround the entire Siping Street and is conducting a carpet search. Please evacuate immediately."

The woman's clear and pleasant voice came in through a thin wooden door.

Zhong Wei picked up the pistol on the table and pressed his index finger on the trigger.

A slim and slender figure pushed the door open and entered.

The moment the woman came in, Zhong Wei pulled the trigger in his hand.

"Bang—" A bright blood flower bloomed at the heart of the woman's chest, her eyes widened in disbelief, and she fell limply against the wooden door.

The phrase "why" will never be asked.

Zhong did not put down the gun, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes: "I will never shoot at my comrades in arms, Mo Nanzhi, you are an exception."

Zhong didn't take off a badge pinned to his suit jacket. He knelt down, put on white gloves, and put them on Mo Nanzhi's left chest carefully. Then he moved his fingers to Mo Nanzhi's cheeks, using a little force with his fingertips. , and closed Mo Nanzhi's eyes that had never closed.

Before Zhong turned around, he walked to the small window in the attic, saluted the magnificent hotel in the night, and silently recited the oath he swore when he joined the organization: If there is a way in the world, die with the way; Martyrdom!

Afterwards, Zhong Wei didn't miss it anymore, turned around and went downstairs.

Siping Street has a radius of 1 miles, and a cordon has been set up. There are [-] soldiers with live ammunition on both sides of the street, and the surrounding buildings are tightly surrounded.

Before Zhong changed his clothes, he put Feng Jun's military plate on a Ford outside the door, and he sat in the back seat. The driver stepped on the gas pedal, and the four cars drove one after the other into the dark night. Headed in different directions respectively.

When the car drove to Shijiayuan, a roadblock was set up in front of it. Not only were there newly erected barbed wire, but also the ground was covered with triangular nails specially designed to tie car tires.

Seeing this, the driver knew that he couldn't get through, so he couldn't help slowing down.

"Team leader, what should we do?" The driver held the steering wheel with both hands, a thin layer of cold sweat oozing from the palms.

"Drive over as usual. Remember the code words I just told you." Zhong Wei calmly ordered the driver without any panic on his calm face.

Affected by Zhong Wei's emotions, the driver's beating heart gradually calmed down, and he drove the car straight past.

"Stand aside, stop and check!" The leading non-commissioned officer issued an order holding a horn.

The driver quickly drove the car to the side of the road.

A line of five soldiers trotted over holding their guns. The leading non-commissioned officer looked suspiciously at the vehicle that suddenly appeared at the intersection, and knocked on the window.

The driver quickly lowered the window and got out of the car.

The two leading soldiers quickly raised their guns towards the driver, while the other two pointed their guns at the man sitting in the back seat.

"Who are you guys? What are you doing out so late?" the leading sergeant scolded.

"Force 4-3-2-0, Falcon Team, No. [-], is on mission." The driver uttered the code words he had prepared long ago.

The leading non-commissioned officer looked at the driver suspiciously, but did not make any rude moves.He turned his gaze to the man who hadn't gotten out of the car, knocked on the rear door with the butt of his gun, and yelled coldly, "Get off the man in the car!"

Zhong Wei rolled down the rear window, took out the ID from his coat pocket, and said in a colder tone than the sergeant just said: "Call your officers over here!"

After seeing the writing and seal on it, the leading non-commissioned officer quickly gave a military salute and trotted to call the officer over.

……

"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! Sir, it's all a misunderstanding!" The sergeant who was still extremely arrogant just now wiped the cold sweat from his brow while carefully sending him away.

When the car left just now, the face of the noncommissioned officer who was smiling flatteringly just now turned cold: "Damn, what the hell."

"Okay, if you meet someone who doesn't seem easy to mess with in the future, be polite to me." The sergeant's superior ordered.

It was a thrilling night.

Until the sky turned pale, Gao Ling knocked on the door of a presidential suite on the top floor with a tired face.

Chen Xi was sitting on the sofa in the living room. Although she hadn't slept all night, her tough face showed no trace of fatigue, and her pair of deep black eyes sparkled even more.

"How about it, did anyone catch it?"

Gao Ling punched the coffee table, and said bitterly: "Let him escape again. But...we found a disassembled radio station in the attic of a small French-style building near the hotel, but several All the key parts have been damaged. In addition, there is a fresh female corpse, which is the second miss of the Mo family——Mo Nanzhi."

After Gao Ling finished speaking this long series of words, his throat was almost smoking.

He grabbed the teapot on the table and couldn't even wait to pour it into a cup, so he poured the tea into his mouth directly at the spout.

After drinking more than half of the water in the teapot, Gao Ling rudely wiped his mouth with his arm, so he didn't have the slightest appearance of a handsome nobleman.

"Do you think Mo Nanzhi is a thousand-faced silver fox?"

Chen Xi hooked the corners of his mouth lazily, a pair of dark eyes flickered coldly, and the aura around him was like a lion ready to go, and he didn't know when it would explode and hurt people.

"I have another guess."

"It's true, a badge can't prove anything." Gao Ling took out a transparent bag from his suit pocket.

Inside the bag was a small badge.

The badge is made in the shape of a flower, with a total of seven petals, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple. Each petal is a different color, surrounding a red flower center in the middle, and the color represents the rising rising sun.

This is the most famous seven-color flower badge of the Southern Government.

This special badge represents a unique honor. It was awarded by the president of the southern government to the minister of their special forces. It is also the immediate boss of all the station chiefs of the underground transportation stations in the Democratic Party, the highest rank Agent, codenamed "Sharp Knife".

As for the title "Thousand-faced Silver Fox", it was given to him by the opponent of "Sharp Knife".Because this person is too cunning and too good at hiding his whereabouts, he is an immeasurable and terrifying opponent.

Gao Ling tracked down "Sharp Knife" for five full years, but he didn't even know whether he was a man or a woman. Now that he heard Chen Xi's words, Gao Ling couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and said in disbelief: "Don't tell me you have doubts. Candidates?"

If Bo Yu really guessed it right, Gao Ling felt that he had failed too much.After all, the outcome between him and this coquettish fox is often at the top of five or five. Gao Ling dares to say that no one knows this fox better than him.

"There is a candidate, but it is not confirmed yet." A smile flashed in Chen Ximo's eyes.His wife deserves to be his lucky star.

"Aren't you surprised, the timing of the sharp knife operation tonight?"

"What's so strange about this." Gao Ling said disapprovingly, "Tonight's Dai family's birthday banquet welcomes guests from all over the world. As long as there is an invitation card, anyone can sneak in. If it was me, I would also choose to do it today."

"Yeah, the most important thing is that I'm the only one present tonight."

When Chen Xi said this, his thin lips curled up in a sneering arc: "Have you heard about the painting? This is an emergency situation. No one thought that the Dai family would come up with a so-called "Fu Tu of Luoshen" "I asked someone to appreciate it, but it turned out that this painting was painted by Ah Heng."

What happened at the Dai family's birthday banquet tonight has already been told to Gao Ling by his subordinates in detail.Now even Gao Ling has a feeling in his heart that his good brother is not good enough for Cui Heng'e.

"Tsk tsk, look at your smug look, your tail is going up to the sky." Gao Ling said with a teasing smile, "Don't say it, this really echoes an old saying, a flower..."

Before Gao Ling finished speaking, he was kicked by Chen Xi with a smile and scolded: "Fuck you, I think you are just jealous."

"Okay, let's get down to business." Without waiting for Gao Ling to fight back, Chen Xi said.

Gao Ling also put away his joking expression, pretending to be listening attentively.