(It's okay if you haven't watched a movie, it won't affect reading)

Shanghai,

A manor in the suburbs.

Xu Zhongwu, director of the Eighth Section of the Shanghai Investigation Office of the Party Communications Bureau, sat on the sofa panting, and took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose.

More than a dozen small spies were crazily destroying several iron hooks on the roof, an oil painting and several blood-stained walls.

In the dust, he looked at the eight men and women controlled opposite him with interest, like a lonely wolf looking at his prey.

"This is all evidence."

"stop!"

"Did you protect the three chaebols who wantonly humiliate and kill women?"

One of the long-haired men questioned regardless of the danger, and the other seven people around him pretended not to hear or showed anger.

Xu Zhongwu glanced at him with appreciation, and then was stimulated by the dust to his fragile respiratory tract, coughing while explaining lightly.

"I'm just working, I have to do it clean without any consequences.

Do you know what is the most terrifying thing? It is memory. If a person says it, it will become a memory of millions of people. Do you think I am right?

So in order not to let this happen, it will be burned here. Unfortunately, I can't buy such a house in my life with my salary."

After sighing, he stood up with difficulty and waved his hand. Someone brought a field oil barrel and then opened it and splashed it in the house at will.

"No, we are just here to make movies, we will never talk nonsense, and we don't see anything. Just treat us as a fart."

In the crowd, a middle-aged fat man with curly hair shook his head quickly, and he desperately pulled the man with long hair and told the other party not to say anything more.

The other men and women were panicked when they saw this and wanted to escape, but they could only stand in place without moving in the face of the black muzzle.

The long-haired man was not afraid. After breaking free from the fat man's restraint, he pointed to the beard that was pressed by the spy and roared.

"Did you know that there are more than one girl dead in this room, who should have had a perfect life and a bright future.

Because of your protection, the chaebols are domineering in Shanghai and do everything they want to deceive young females into doing bad things.

The man you arrested was once a member of the Expeditionary Force, and one of the girls who were abused was the orphan of his life and death brother.

These are living lives. As the government, should you find out the truth? You are not a dog for the chaebols and powerful people."

"Find out the truth?"

Xu Zhongwu smiled, nodding in agreement while smiling: "I know, I know, but when handling a case, you have to tell the evidence and know how to attack?

Now, there is no evidence, I can only speculate, for example, the murderer who killed three celebrities and several filmmakers died together."

He smiled and said chilling words, then nodded to his subordinates. There was no meaning here, it was time to go back.

The eight men and women closed their eyes in despair. They knew they could not leave today, but unfortunately no one announced the matter here.

"Smack and fuck."

Suddenly, there was a burst of applause from outside the door, and the heavy door was pushed open by someone, and a team of fully armed mermaids in black entered in a row.

Finally, a young man clapped his hands and walked in slowly, his face full of smiles, and there were several guards with serious expressions beside him.

"Md, the Party Bureau is doing business, who dares..."

"Bang!"

A small spy wanted to stop him, but before he finished speaking, half of his head was shot and blood mist splattered everywhere in the house.

Xu Zhongwu immediately touched the pistol at his waist, but the gun was pressed against his forehead. Not only him, but all the agents of the Party Affairs Bureau raised their hands.

"hehe."

The young man who applauded chuckled and shook his head helplessly: "You guys from the agent headquarters, surrender so quickly.

What was like ten years ago? Ten years later, this kind of virtue is still the same. The person with the surname Xu and Ye Xiufeng is also like this. It is really disappointing."

Agent headquarters?

Xu Zhongwu's heart moved. This title was too long and was the name of Zhongtong, the predecessor of the Party Tongji Bureau. How could this person know?

Judging from the other party's age, he is only in his twenties, how dare he call Director Ye's name directly? Could it be a second-generation ancestor?

He no longer pretended to be sick and stood at the right time and bent down and asked in a low voice: "Is it Xu Zhongwu, the eighth place in Shanghai, the Wushu Party."

"Why, are you going to get the place back?"

The young man smiled and took out his cigar and sat on the sofa, lit it and vomited a puff of smoke under the servitude of a bald guard.

In the smoke, the man crossed his legs and said, "My name is Zuo Chong. I am a little famous in the national palace. You should have heard of this name.

I don’t like to go around in circles. You are dead. What I said, Ye Xiufeng is useless to come. I’ll give you a minute to think of your last words.”

"Left....Left heavy..."

Xu Zhongwu trembled and repeated the name, and almost fainted when he saw a black look in front of him. Why is this devil coming? It's over now.

At this time, the beard that was released heard these two words and opened its eyes excitedly. When he saw the left Chong, the tiger's eyes cried with tears in his eyes.

"Director Left!"

"Okay, stop peeing, everything is over. I'm here to make the decision for you. I said, let's live and die together!"

Zuo Chong sighed, came to beside Beard and patted his shoulder, handed a pistol, raised his chin.

"Yes, live and die together!"

The moment the beard took the pistol, the warrior who was elusive in the Indian-Myanmar jungle and made the Japanese frightened, came back.

A few minutes later,

The seven people who were walking out of the manor heard gunshots behind them. Everything today was like a nightmare. Fortunately, the dream finally woke up.

Perhaps, many years later, they will shoot a movie with this story, but there will be no mysterious man named Zuo Chong...

8.21st at 5:24

When I get to the place where I drink, I write and post it now, it’s free.
Chapter completed!