The off-road vehicle sped along and after passing through several streets, it finally stopped outside the door of a courtyard and stepped out of the cab. Liao Hongbo raised his head, looked at the two closed doors, and then climbed up the steps.
Knocked on the door knocker.
In this silent night, the sound of knocking on the door sounded particularly clear, and could be heard far away, making the empty streets even more silent.
After a pause, there was the sound of footsteps in the yard, followed by the sound of someone opening the door latch, and then the door was opened with a creak.
A delicate face appeared in front of him, with surprise on her face. It was his wife.
Liao Hongbo's wife, twenty years younger than him, was once a student at Fengtian Women's School. Later, she fell in love with this man who was more than twenty years older than her and followed him without hesitation.
More than twenty and a half years have passed, and the two of them have a very good relationship with each other.
"You're back -" When she opened the door and saw that he was covered in blood, the joy on the woman's face disappeared in an instant, replaced by deep shock and fear, and she stepped out from behind the threshold.
, grabbed him hurriedly, "What's wrong with you? Why are you bleeding so much?"
Liao Hongbo reached out and pushed her arm away, then walked towards the yard with a faint look of indifference on his face, "It's okay, this is not my blood, it is the blood of the Japanese spies I killed. You don't have to worry."
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The woman chased after her and said angrily, "How could I not be worried? You are so hurt."
Liao Hongbo frowned slightly, looked around the courtyard, then turned and walked towards the study on the west side, instead of heading towards the bedroom for the two of them.
The woman stopped him with her hand and persuaded him, "Don't go to the study. Go back to your room and I will apply medicine on you and check whether your injury is serious."
But Liao Hongbo ignored him at all, instead pushed his arm away and walked into the study without looking back. This made the woman stunned, wondering why her husband had become so cold.
However, she didn't think much about it, but thought that her husband must be in a bad mood because he was injured, so she ran to get him medicine.
After entering the study, Liao Hongbo closed the door, took off his torn clothes and put them on a chair. He then pulled out two pistols and placed them on the table next to him, and then sat down on the chair.
The door curtain opened, and the woman came back with his knife wound medicine and returned to the study, "This is the knife wound medicine you use every day. It is very effective in treating bleeding."
Taking the small box of knife wound medicine from the woman's hand, Liao Hongbo waved his hand towards her and said, "You go to bed first. I'm fine. After applying the medicine, I need to read some information. I'll sleep in the study tonight."
The woman's face clearly showed disappointment, but since Liao Hongbo had business to do, he couldn't say anything and could only retreat quietly.
After closing the study door and bolting it, Liao Hongbo breathed a sigh of relief and walked back.
There is a chandelier hanging in the study room, which casts bright light. The study room is filled with books and other collections, which looks very rich.
Liao Hongbo sat on the chair, then opened his sleeves, revealing a bloody mark on his wrist, and then grabbed the knife wound medicine.
Liao Hongbo couldn't help but frown as the medicinal powder was sprinkled into the wound, and then he continued to sprinkle the medicinal powder on the wound.
After working for about ten minutes, powder was applied to more than a dozen wounds on Liao Hongbo's mountain. Bandages were also wrapped on some important parts, and one arm was even hung up.
After everything was packed, he came to the bookshelf and looked up and down their value, looking for something useful.
The bookshelf was very messy. He looked through it for a long time and didn't see anything useful, so he had to give up and sit on the chair again.
There was silence in the room. Liao Hongbo closed his eyes slightly and quietly enjoyed the tranquility. His fingers subconsciously tapped on the armrest, making a crisp sound.
In this way, Liao Hongbo maintained this posture, sitting motionless on the chair for a long time, and then turned off the lights and there was no movement.
Outside the window, the woman stood there, watching what was going on inside the house until the lights were turned off. Then she returned to her residence, turned off the lights and went to sleep.
The next day, Liao Hongbo greeted Peng Yun and said that he was researching some information and would not go to the Public Security Bureau today. He was given full authority to preside over the investigation of the case and must not relax.
Peng Yun naturally agreed wholeheartedly. He also hoped that the old master could take a rest at home to refresh himself. Otherwise, Peng Yun was really worried that he would be exhausted.
Peng Yun was very busy on this day. When Liao Hongbo was here, Liao Hongbo had dealt with many things in advance, so he was not under much pressure. But now that Liao Hongbo is at home and does not come to work, Peng Yun feels that he
It's like being a monkey under a tight spell. The feeling is unbearable.
By the time the last case analysis meeting was held in the evening, Peng Yun was as tired as a dead dog. He sat down on the sofa in the conference room and then collapsed.
The sofa was soft. As soon as he fell down, he groaned in comfort and stretched out.
Putting his hands behind his head, Peng Yun closed his eyes, but his mind was analyzing the recent events to see if there was any connection.
One by one, as Peng Yun thought, many things were connected together. A clear thread gradually appeared in his thoughts, making him more and more confident.
Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and Peng Yun frowned, "What on earth is going on?"
What he was thinking of was the attack on Liao Hongbo. It happened too suddenly, and the end was too incredible.
More than a dozen Japanese agents with special skills lurked in the alley, using the terrain to ambush Liao Hongbo. It was obvious that they had planned carefully in advance, and the plan was rigorous, and the heat was just right. Peng Yun would be scared into a cold sweat just thinking about it now.
But even such a strict plan could not do anything to Liao Hongbo, and all Li Hongbo received were minor injuries, and the opponent was indeed completely destroyed.
Peng Yun knew Liao Hongbo's skills, so he was always a little puzzled, "How did the master wipe out all these agents and avoid being injured himself?"
Is he a traitor?
This idea was vetoed by Peng Yun as soon as it came up, because Liao Hongbo has worked conscientiously since he entered the Fengtian Public Security Bureau. It can be said that most of the spy cases in Fengtian were solved under his command, and no fewer than dozens of Japanese spies died directly in his hands.
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If he is a traitor, then doing this is simply poaching himself and sending his own people to the gallows, which no fool would do.
But if it wasn't a traitor, then who was the traitor, and how did he wipe out all those Japanese agents? Peng Yun was caught in a conflict and couldn't figure it out for a while.
At this moment, the phone on the table rang. He hurriedly turned over and grabbed the phone, "I'm Peng Yun."
"Peng Yun, this is Sun Jian." Sun Jian's voice was on the other end of the phone. He sounded very calm. "Tomorrow is the wedding day of the regiment commander. You and Mr. Liao are both going to attend. You must not be absent."
After being reminded by Sun Jian, Peng Yun remembered that tomorrow was the day of Luo Xiao's wedding. He couldn't help sighing, "I am so busy that I have forgotten such an important day."
Holding the phone, Peng Yun responded repeatedly, "Don't worry, Commissar Sun, we will definitely be there when the time comes."
"Okay, I'll be waiting for you then, hahahaha." Sun Jian's hearty laughter came from the other end of the phone, and then the call was hung up.
Peng Yun put down the phone, then grabbed his coat and walked out the door. He wanted to tell Liao Hongbo the news and decide what gifts to bring tomorrow.
The wedding of a legionnaire is a very important matter. You must give a suitable gift, otherwise it will be unreasonable.