The mask was shot off, my husband, you are the king of spy wars

at night.

In a small woods in the southern suburbs.

"Dig! Dig for me!"

"Director Wu! Director Wu, I was wrong! I was really wrong! You have to believe me!"

"That Lin Xia is so cunning! He lied to you! He really lied to you!"

......

Fatty Wu, with a cigarette in his mouth, was digging a hole in the grove with a few people. After a while, a two-meter square hole was dug out.

Li Daoyuan was thrown into a pit by two secret agents and tied up with ropes.

Shovels of dirt were thrown down, and within a few minutes it had submerged Li Daoyuan's thighs.

He struggled desperately, tears streaming down his face, "Director! Listen to me! That Lin Xia really is a trick!"

Fatty Wu gritted his teeth in anger and said fiercely, "Bullshit!"

"There are witnesses here, and you still dare to quibble!"

"If it's true, then why didn't you bring that Military Intelligence Bureau agent back with you?"

"And you said you jumped into the water and swam away in one breath?"

"I was a little puzzled when I heard that. How could he run with his hands tied? Now I finally understand.

"So it was all your bullshit!"

"You almost killed me this time! How can I let you live?"

"Keep burying!"

......

Not long after, Li Daoyuan was suffocated to death in the pit.

The next morning, Fatty Wu's world...collapsed.

Chen Feng personally delivered the transfer order from his superior to Fatty Wu's office.

Transfer him to the warehouse control department as a director...

Fatty Wu finally couldn't help but panic when he got the transfer order.

"No...the warehouse..."

"That crappy place wants me to go?"

Chen Feng patted his shoulder while smoking a cigar and said, "Old Wu, this is also a transfer order from our superiors. There's nothing we can do about it."

"Okay, pack up and go."

"Deputy Director Lin will be moving in soon."

Fatty Wu was startled. "Who?"

"Deputy Director Lin? Lin Xia?"

"he..."

He clenched his fists tightly. Was this little brat Lin Xia really going to climb over his head?

"Old Chen, we are colleagues, you..."

Before he could finish, Chen Feng suddenly interrupted, "Old Wu, you should also know that this is what the superiors want."

"I can't make the decision."

"Chen Feng!"

"You wait for me!"

"I, Old Wu, have been soaring for over a decade. If I were to be outdone like this, I wouldn't be Old Wu!"

After saying that, he took the transfer order and walked out of the office.

Chen Feng showed a sinister smile on his face and waved his hand, and the black man came over.

"Section Chief, your orders."

"Find an opportunity to kill him within two days!"

"Clean it up."

"Yes, Chief."

......

Ever since Fatty Wu stepped down, the entire Secret Service Bureau has undergone a complete overhaul of personnel appointments.

Director Chen Feng, Deputy Director Lin Xia (also Director of the Logistics Department), and Zhu Jian.

Detecting a black ghost

Huang Tianxiao from the Second Investigation Division.

Archives Office clock.

Translation department: Hu Meir.

Inspection Office White Dove.

There are three temporary vacancies in the investigation.

After Fatty Wu left, Lin Xia was truly at the peak of his career in the Secret Service Bureau, and everyone in the bureau treated him with respect.

He is truly second only to one person and above hundreds of people in the Secret Service.

As Lin Xia's position gets higher, the intelligence she receives becomes higher level...

For example, now...

Lin Xia couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end when he knew what Chen Feng was investigating.

......

At this moment, Chen Feng was in the morgue with Bai Ge, the director of the Inspection Department.

Bai Ge, the current director of the Patrol Department, is famous for his extraordinary lightness skills, vigilance, and detective abilities.

Wearing a white suit and occasionally a white tall hat, he looked a bit like Kaito Kid to Lin Xia.

When Fatty Wu was in office, he was just a section chief in the inspection department. Now he was promoted by Chen Feng. His main task on weekdays is to patrol the city and arrest suspicious elements.

Or he may be responsible for security tasks within the Secret Service.

There were a total of twelve bodies placed on the beds in the morgue, all of them were Military Control Commission personnel who fell during the battle in the Nanjiao Hotel that day.

Chen Feng planned to start from the corpse and trace the clues step by step.

Take photos of them as soon as possible and track down their clues throughout the city.

"Still no clues?" Chen Feng said.

"Head, I've already sent people all over the city to search for clues."

"As long as there are photos, we will definitely be able to find clues."

Bai Ge said affirmatively.

Just as he finished speaking, a little spy suddenly ran in.

"report!"

"This is the latest batch of inspection information."

Bai Ge took over a whole stack of information, which recorded the information about these corpses before their death, mainly their traces of life.

Such as address, family, daily activities route...

Chen Feng patted Bai Ge's shoulder and said, "I'll leave it to you."

"Don't worry, Section Chief."

After Chen Feng left, Bai Ge began to record each corpse, trying to find something...

......

On the other side, in the woods at night.

The driver is taking Fatty Wu out of the city...

"Stop! Stop!"

"This isn't right!"

"This isn't the way home! Stop the car!"

Fatty Wu sat in the back seat of the car. It was a dark and windy night. He looked at the dense woods on both sides and became more and more scared.

"You are not my driver, Xiao Wang!"

"You! Who the hell are you?!"

"Stop it!"

With a hiss, the driver stepped on the accelerator, and with a bang, Fatty Wu's head hit the seat.

"Ouch! It hurts so much."

"Asshole!"

"Knock me to death."

The driver in the driver's seat smiled coldly, "Director Wu, but you asked me to stop..."

When Fatty Wu heard the sound, his eyes suddenly widened.

This familiar voice...

"You...you're a nigger!"

Fatty Wu was so frightened that he immediately opened the door and got out of the car, trying to escape into the distance.

The driver took off his hat, revealing a familiar face, it was the black man!

"Director Wu, why are you running?"

"Stop, wait for me."

As he spoke, the black man smiled evilly and a scimitar appeared in his hand!

laugh!

Suddenly flew towards Fatty Wu!

Fatty Wu naturally didn't want to die, so he pulled out his gun and knocked the flying knife away.

This made the black man frown, "Hey, there are these two tricks..."

"Okay, I'll play with you."