The cement floor of the exhibition hall gave Zuo Zhong a good environment for movement. At least he didn't have to worry about suddenly stepping on something and making a sound. Thanks to a special agent, the floor was cleaned very clean.

He didn't hide and walked straight over. One of the four sleeping agents didn't respond and continued to snore. The surveillance work was very tiring, and he often couldn't wake up after falling asleep.

Zuo Zhong walked up to the four of them, holding a dagger. Without hesitation, he bent down and covered the mouth of the first person. Before the other person could open his eyes, the dagger was stabbed into his temple.

The heart and head are the organs most susceptible to fatal injuries in the human body. If you want to silently destroy the enemy, the temple becomes the most suitable target, as it is the weakest part of the skull.

The thinnest part of the bone plate is only 1 to 2 millimeters thick, and there is the middle cerebral artery below it. If it is violently hit, it can easily cause blood vessel rupture and massive bleeding, cause intracranial hematoma, and make people fall into coma.

As for attacking the neck, that's very unprofessional.

The purpose of attacking the neck is to cause massive blood loss and death, but this takes time, during which the other party has the opportunity to issue an early warning, and the sound of coughing up blood is enough to wake up the other three agents.

Moreover, the arterial blood pressure of the aorta in the neck is very high. Once it ruptures, the amount of bleeding will be very large, and it can even spurt out several meters high. Zuo Zhong does not want to act with a head full of blood, which is unhygienic and can easily be exposed.

Besides, the agent at the secret service headquarters suddenly felt difficulty breathing while sleeping, and then suffered a sharp pain in his head. He instantly lost consciousness and fell into a coma without making any sound.

Zuo Zhong waited for a few seconds to confirm that the other person was unconscious, then slowly pulled out the dagger, and then twisted the person's neck forcefully, completely destroying the corridor of the human nerve center in the cervical spine.

Now even gods coming down to earth can't save him.

Injury to the cervical spine directly affects the whole body, especially paralysis of the limbs. In particular, high cervical spine fractures can easily cause respiratory and cardiac arrest. Not to mention this era, there will be no cure in the future.

Zuo Zhong covered the body with a quilt to prevent others from smelling the blood. This knowledge was not given to him by the Secret Service. Thanks to the Discovery Channel and the 24-hour medical advertisements.

The remaining two people didn't waste much time. They soon followed the footsteps of the first agent and died in their sleep due to injuries to their temples and nerves.

It's not a bad thing, it's easy for these beasts.

Compared to what they did to Xie Jiuwen and Gu Lan, what Zuo Zhong did was simply kind. If Wang Dingzhong hadn't been the first target, he would have been more willing to entertain these people.

There was only one last person left. This was the survivor he had left behind on purpose. He looked green on his face, and he must have just joined the secret service headquarters not long ago. His body was thin and he did not look like he had received strict training.

Maybe I came here to get gold plating because of my connections.

"It's your fate, kid."

Zuo Zhong secretly said something in his heart. He covered the other person's mouth with his left hand again and put the dagger on his neck with his right hand. He needed to get some information, such as how many spies there were here.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The little agent was touched by the cold dagger and immediately opened his eyes. He saw a black figure squatting in front of him. He was so frightened that he wanted to shout for help, but unfortunately his mouth was covered and he could not make any sound.

"Shh, shh, shut up if you don't want to die."

Zuo Zhong whispered something in his ear, and then wiped the dagger on the man's neck. The sharp blade immediately scratched the little agent's skin, and the pain made the man calm down immediately.

Not only did he give up calling for help, he also gave up struggling. The little spy completely forgot what the instructor taught him during the training. The best way to be kidnapped is to resist, because the enemy will not leave anyone alive.

Zuo Zhong smiled and nodded: "You're doing very well. As long as you cooperate well, I promise not to kill you. If you hear anything, just blink. If you dare to play tricks, the three people next to you will be your fate."

The little agent squinted his eyes and saw his three companions covered with quilts. He was so frightened that he peed his pants on the spot and blinked desperately. After all, the mission belonged to the agent headquarters and his life was his own.

"How many of you are there? I said, if you're right, just blink." Zuo Zhong said in a gentle tone.

The little spy didn't need to be reminded. He blinked smartly and learned to answer quickly.

Zuo Zhong liked this kind of smart people the most, so he asked: "Eight? Nine? Ten?"

When he mentioned ten, the little agent began to blink. It seemed that the agent headquarters had arranged eight surveillance personnel and two personal protection guards. This was already a very high-level protection configuration.

Zuo Zhong thought for a while: "Are you protecting Wang Dingzhong? Where is he?"

The little agent blinked and turned his eyes to the east of the Japan Pavilion, obviously giving directions.

To the east, there was a small Japanese-style room in the area where the Japanese pavilion displayed Japanese life customs. It was not too difficult to restore the environment. It was indeed much more comfortable than sleeping on the concrete floor.

Zuo Zhong was silent for a while, and asked in the fear of the little agent: "Where are the people who used to live here, were they all killed by you? Have you killed many beggars these days?"

The little agent nodded subconsciously, and then reacted and wanted to resist. He knew that if the other party asked this question, it meant that he was dead. Only by resisting or calling someone in could there be a glimmer of hope.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Zuo Zhong stabbed his temple with a knife. However, he did not look at the other party. Instead, he raised his head and looked forward, feeling the shaking of the little agent. After a few seconds, everything calmed down.

People who kill people always kill them, and they all take it for themselves.

Zuo Zhong let go of his hand, stood up and walked around the first floor. He found a telephone line in the corner and cut it off. This should be a temporary phone line pulled from the Central Party Headquarters.

After doing this, he walked to the stairs calmly. There were four armed agents on the top. It was difficult for him to kill them all at once, so he might as well wait for the agents upstairs to come to his door.

Moreover, Liu Dingzhong's personnel who can be sent to protect by Xu Enzeng, except for the little spy just now, must all be good operators at the secret service headquarters. They must not underestimate the enemy at any time.

Zuo Zhong didn't wait too long when a conversation came from upstairs, it was the same two people from before.

"Why is there no movement down there? It's not time to change shifts yet. Lao Qi and the others are sleeping like dead pigs. Something's not right. Do you want to take a look?"

"TMD, what big thing could happen? How could four living people be dragged away by female ghosts? If I want to go to you, I have to keep an eye on what's going on outside."

Zuo Zhong raised the dagger to his chest with his backhand, slowed down his breathing, and pressed himself against the wall, waiting for the opponent to come down. After killing this person, there would be only five people left on the opponent's side. If they were willing or unintentional, they would have a great chance of winning.

Just as I was thinking about it, there were heavy footsteps on the stairs, and the pace sounded a bit slow. In the absence of much lighting, normal people would test the steps of the stairs with their feet, and spies were no exception.

When the other person just walked down the stairs and breathed a sigh of relief, Zuo Zhong emerged from behind the other person, strangled his throat with his left hand, and stabbed the dagger directly into the back of the person's neck with his right hand.

His central nervous system was instantly severed.

The opponent lost all his strength in an instant and was about to fall down as soon as his shoulders relaxed. Zuo Zhong grabbed his arm, carried him to the corner and put him down gently, then walked towards the second floor.

A man came down and there was no movement. It was impossible to wait and wait, so he had to take the initiative. Zuo Zhong changed the dagger to his left hand, pulled out the Browning M1911 from his waist with his right hand, and opened the safety.

“Ding-deng-deng.”

His footsteps were particularly harsh in the quiet early morning. The three agents on the second floor didn't pay too much attention, thinking that the person who had just come downstairs had returned. The lack of movement downstairs did not mean that something had happened.

How could something happen under their strict surveillance? It's simply impossible.

Zuo Zhong quickly rushed to the second floor and instantly determined the positions of the people. One person was standing at the nearest left transom, one was standing at the opposite transom, and the last person was huddled in the far corner on the left.

There was no room for hesitation now. Without thinking, he swung the dagger at the agent closest to him and shot four .45 bullets at the surveillance personnel on the opposite side wall with his right hand from a standing position.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom."

The agent from the Secret Service Headquarters on the opposite transom was caught off guard and was hit in the back by .45 bullets with a caliber of 11.43 mm. He had no time to shout and fell to the floor of the second floor.

Zuo Zhong fired the four bullets without pausing for a moment. He retracted his right hand and pressed it close to his chest. He pressed his left hand on his right arm and fired four shots sideways, hitting the agent with the dagger.

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After finishing the shooting, he quickly returned to the stairs and pressed the release button. The old magazine was put back into his pocket. He loaded the new magazine and pulled the slide with a calm expression. There was only one enemy left on the second floor.

"Ah! Bang bang bang..."

The last person seemed to be frightened, and fired wildly at the stairs, causing dust to fly on the concrete wall. Zuo Zhong raised his gun and leaned against the wall, silently counting the shots fired by the opponent.

He could tell that the other party was using a Browning 1911. This gun could hold eight rounds of bullets with the chamber and magazine. If the other party fired like this, the bullets would be exhausted in a few seconds.

"Bang bang bang..."

"Click click click."

His guess was correct. After finishing eight rounds of ammunition, the agent from the Secret Service Headquarters found that the bullet was gone. With a look of horror on his face, he reached for the spare magazine and tried to load a new magazine.

Unfortunately, Zuo Zhong would not give the opponent this chance. He exposed half of his body and fired all seven bullets from the magazine to ensure that no one was left alive.

In less than a minute, all four surveillance personnel were shot dead. The traitor Wang Lizhong only had two security personnel around him. He could not escape this time.

Zuo Zhong replaced the magazine again, walked quickly down the stairs, rummaged in the sack on the ground, took out something and held it in his hand, glanced at his watch and walked east. He didn't have much time.
Chapter completed!