What troubled Wang Hui was that he could not speak English, and the British did not understand German or Chinese. He took out his passport of the Republic of China and military officer's ID card, and wanted to ask the workers on the dock if they knew about the Chinese Embassy in China. Where is the embassy in London, but people don't understand what he means at all. He walked back and forth on the dock several times with his precious leather bag, regretting that he had not written down the phone number of the Chinese Embassy in London.
What turned out to be a twist of events was that a car with a diplomatic license plate flying the national flag of Blue Sky and White Sun drove straight towards him. Wang Hui was so happy that the embassy actually sent a special car to pick him up.
A young man in plain clothes stepped out of the car. He took off his top hat, took a step forward, took Wang Hui's hand, and introduced himself: "I am Zhuang Hailong, the Army Attaché of the embassy. This is my ID. I am from the embassy." The ambassador made a special trip to greet you." Seeing his relatives in the motherland, Wang Hui put down his suitcase excitedly and held Zhuang Hailong's hand tightly, "Get in the car, the ambassador is waiting to see you."
After getting into the embassy's car, Wang Hui eagerly asked about the departure time of the Hailong, "We are going to see the ambassador right away. When will the Hailong depart?" Zhuang Hailong drove the vehicle attentively: "The Hailong is still loading It is estimated that some supplies will not be able to set sail until the day after tomorrow." "Well, I really feel like returning home now." "It is still some distance from the embassy. If you want to sleep, there is a pillow next to it." Wang Hui actually still He was really a little tired, because he hadn't been able to eat well or sleep well these days, and was in a state of extreme excitement. Now that he was in his embassy's vehicle, his tense nerves were relaxed, and the sleepy man jumped out in time, Wang Hui fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. After Zhuang Hailong saw Wang Hui sleeping in the rearview mirror, a strange smile appeared on his lips.
When Wang Hui woke up again, he was already lying on a dirty and smelly straw mat, with his hands tied behind his back. Wang Hui's brain was buzzing. What was going on? "Boss, don't use your brain like that. You have to know that I also have a part in this brain." Wang Hui then found a translucent shadow-like person standing next to him. It was actually Hahn. How could he come out? Wang Hui just thought Here, Hahn cursed: "What the hell, I'm just an image reflected in your brain. In fact, I'm talking to you in your head. Do you know that your shock just now almost made me lose my mind?" , our great Germany still needs me to save it!" Wang Hui said: "Do you know what happened? Why am I tied here?" Hahn said proudly: "While you were carelessly sleeping, I Hahn, Germany's greatest warrior did not sleep. I heard everything. This Zhuang Hailong is not the real Zhuang Hailong at all. He is the second secretary of the Japanese Agency in the British Empire. His actual identity is Matsui Kazuki, the head of the Ministry of Intelligence's secret service in the UK. Lang's assistant, Captain Hirata Furuo, the suitcase I used to save Germany has been taken back to the Japanese agency by Hirata Furuo. They plan to open the suitcase to see the intelligence value inside before deciding whether to keep you alive. If you don't think about it quickly If we can't escape, our suitcase may be forcibly opened by the Japanese and blown up." Wang Hui also realized the seriousness of the matter. The fate of the entire China rested on that suitcase. Why was he so careless that he fell into the trap of the Japanese agents? Wang Hui was so anxious that he wanted to hit his head with his fist, but unfortunately his hands were tied behind his back and he couldn't move. Hahn sighed, "I think Germany's fate is over. I wasted my body in vain." Wang Hui sneered: "That's not necessarily the case. Just watch with your eyes wide open." A miracle happened, and Wang Hui saw Hui shook his body a few times, and his hands were automatically released from the noose. Hahn was stunned and said, "Is this the so-called miracle?" "You are so big, Miracle, this is called bone shrinking skill." Wang Hui laughed at Hahn's ignorance. . Hahn blushed and said, "There are three Japanese agents in the room next to you. Deal with them as soon as possible, rush to the Japanese agency, and get the bag back." Wang Hui nodded: "I will, don't keep reminding me what to do." , I am also a soldier." Hahn pursed his lips and smiled secretly: "You are still a soldier. If it weren't for me, you would have been killed by the Japanese. Go quickly."
Wang Hui stretched his muscles and slowly walked out of the room. He secretly observed the furnishings and personnel distribution in the next room, and saw two of the three Japanese agents drinking Japanese rice wine, while one was dozing off on the bed. , Wang Hui made up his mind, preparing to deal with the two drinking men first, and then kill the guy on the bed. Just as he was about to jump out and take action, Hahn shouted: "Wait a minute, you plan to kill them all, no, you need to One person will take you to the agency, otherwise you know where the agency is?" Wang Hui gave Hahn a thumbs up: "You are really good." Hahn muttered: "Didn't I tell you? I was on the Eastern Front and the The Russians have been fighting veterans for four years." Wang Hui said, "Okay, veteran, just watch it."
Wang Hui jumped up to the dining table with a quick stride. Before the two agents who were drinking could understand what was happening, he had already pushed the head of one agent into the steaming hot pot with his hands, and held it back with an elbow. It hit the throat of another agent who was shocked and at a loss. The agent rolled his eyes and lost his breath. Hahn once again reminded Wang Hui, "The bastard on the bed is going to have a gun." Wang Hui didn't bother to fight the agent. He quickly came to the bed and hit the agent on the bed in the ear. The agent rolled his eyes and passed out. . The Japanese agent, whose head was burned off in the boiling water, howled like a ghost. The sound was so loud that it really sounded like a pig squealing. Another agent also regained his breath, picked up a chair and threw it at the back of Wang Hui's head. Wang Hui listened to the wind and quickly ducked to the left. The chair passed by with a sound of wind and clicked on the floor. Shattered, Wang Hui did not wait for the agent to react, he had already arrived in front of the agent. With a lucky move from his Dantian, he punched out with both fists. The agent was knocked out more than a meter away and hit the big closet with his legs. ,died. In addition, the pig squealed so that the agent knew something was wrong, but he couldn't see anything. He started running around the room, bumped into the wall, and fell to the ground. Wang Hui didn't spare his life. He hit his knee with a click and broke the Japanese pig's neck. Hahn saw Wang Hui's clean and neat skills and admired them very much: "Not bad. If our investigation company had your skills, I believe we can get more information from the Russians."
Wang Hui was afraid that the pig's braying just now would attract the police and expose his secret. He stretched his head and looked out the window. He saw that this was an isolated and divided building with no lights around. It seemed that he was in the suburbs. Wang Hui dragged the unconscious agent out of bed, asked him to sit on a chair, found a glass of water and poured it on his face. The agent had a cold war and woke up. As soon as he saw Wang Hui, he said in Chinese: "Don't kill me. I will tell you everything you want to know?" Wang Hui asked in confusion: "You are Chinese ?" The agent shook his head: "I am Japanese, but I have been active in China for a long time, so I know some Chinese." Wang Hui showed him the Japanese pistol in his hand, which the agent was about to take out just now, "Qian Don't do anything stupid. I think you will look better if you have an extra hole in your head." The agent said with a sad face: "If you think you look good, I will die. Just ask, I will tell you no matter what. ." Wang Hui said: "Aren't you Japanese very tenacious? What's your name?" The agent said: "Actually, I'm not a real Japanese, we are Koreans, and my name is Park Jong-il." Wang Hui knew North Korea After being occupied by Japan, many Koreans were forced to join the Japanese army as cannon fodder. "North Koreans, okay, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. Let me ask you, how did Matsui Ichiro and Hirata Furuo know that I was coming to London today, and where did they get the Chinese diplomatic vehicles and documents?" Park Zheng Il poured out all his money in order to survive: "Yesterday at noon, someone from your Chinese Embassy sent information to Matsui Ichiro, saying that you would arrive on the 'Atlantic Star' at noon today, so Hirata Koo came up with this idea. I will pretend to be the real Zhuang Hailong to confuse you and kidnap you." "Another damn traitor." Wang Hui said harshly. Hahn sneered behind him: "We have never had such a traitor in Great Germany. You Chinese are truly traitors." Wang Hui did not fight back because what he said made sense.
Wang Hui dragged Park Zheng Il into a car where they were hiding behind the building. He told Park Zheng Il: "If you plan to survive, then you will lead me to Matsui Ichiro's hiding place, as long as I get my things back." , I will spare your life." Park Zheng Il knew that he could only take one step at this time. If he didn't obey, he would die immediately. The gun was in Wang Hui's hand, and Wang Hui was no match for him in combat. He sighed. Resigned to fate.
Matsui Ichiro did not hide in the Japanese agency. Instead, he rented an apartment locally and was occupied by the local sleeper agent Yamada Hanako to cover up the secret of Matsui Ichiro's spy lair. Some of Matsui Ichiro's shady activities were conducted in this apartment. Planned.
Behind a small wine table placed on the tatami, several sake bottles were swaying here and there. Matsui Ichiro let go of his left hand holding Hanako's shoulder, and withdrew his other hand from Hanako's plump breasts. Hirata Guo He pushed the suitcase in front of Matsui with a nonchalant expression, "Hirata-kun, you have once again made meritorious service to the Empire of Japan. Congratulations." Hirata Koo returned the courtesy politely: "It's nothing, Major. Your Excellency, it is the bounden duty of our soldiers to serve the Empire of Japan as best we can. I have already studied this suitcase. It is equipped with a password device. If you open it without the correct password, it is likely to destroy the documents inside." Matsui said anxiously. Hanako vented his long-simmering desire, and he interrupted Hirata impatiently: "If there is a password, then I will get it to the agency tomorrow and let the Empire's professionals open it. Hirata-kun, you have worked hard today. , go back and rest early." "Yes, Mr. Major, I'm going back first, so I won't disturb your rest." He exchanged an ambiguous look with Hanako unnoticeably, stood up and left the room.
Matsui Monkey was so anxious that he put his hand into Hanako's clothes again and caressed her undulating body at will. Hanako also made seductive moans in response to his hand. Matsui suddenly pushed Hanako down on the tatami. , with both hands, he took off Hanako's kimono, shouted: "Long live the emperor", stabbed Hanako into her body, and crushed Hanako over and over again.
While the couple was having absurd fun, Park Zheng Il drove the car near the apartment. He told Wang Hui that the second floor of the small building in front was Matsui's lair. Wang Hui tied him up with a rope and stuffed him into the back room. He put the pistol on his waist and quietly approached the lair with the dagger he found from the Japanese agent in his right hand. In the dark corner of the small building, there were three Japanese agents with live ammunition. Wang Hui had already He found out their locations one by one and approached them quietly.
An agent hummed a tune from his hometown and stared at the surrounding environment in boredom, cursing in his mind Matsui who was having fun in a warm and comfortable room, and then he fantasized about the charming Hanako squirming under his body** At that moment, a big hand covered his mouth, and a cold sharp instrument had cut deeply into his throat. The Japanese agent whose trachea was cut off lost all his strength and wanted to open his mouth wide to breathe air, but His brain had lost consciousness due to lack of oxygen.
