"Wuzhe, how are you?" Cui Minhao and Shin Mikyung sat in the ambulance, looking worriedly at their colleagues who had just woken up.

Park Woo-cheol looks quite miserable now. Not only is his face covered with scratches, but it is also swollen. His originally handsome face is almost unrecognizable. A fixed bracket is tied around his neck. The doctor in the car is conducting a preliminary examination on him.

In addition to extensive bruises and fractures, there was probably a concussion, but I don't know if it was serious or not. Fortunately, there was no internal bleeding and the person survived.

Park Woo-cheol's childishness gradually came into focus, and he looked at the boss in front of him, "Who are you?"

Cui Minhao's eyes widened, and the medical staff on the side quickly pushed him away, "Don't affect the patient. He may have a severe concussion now."

Shen Meijing was holding her forehead, secretly cursing this handsome but unreliable colleague, "Director Cui, what should I do now?"

"No traces of DC8 were found at the scene. It seems that we need to look for clues again. This matter may need to be entrusted to you, Miss Shen." The transaction between the buyer and the seller is definitely not completed. As an intelligence officer stationed in Hong Kong, Shen Meijing is very concerned about the local situation. The intelligence network must be much more familiar to him than he is.

"Yes, I understand." Shen Meijing looked sad. This matter is not easy to handle. The atmosphere in Hong Kong is very strange recently. All parties are involved.

…

In a five-star hotel, the so-called dc8 was placed on the bed. Xu Chuan looked at the two idiots in front of him. They were thinking of various ways to open this thing. Zhang Biao took the screwdriver and said, "Isn't that right?" I need to unscrew the casing first and see if there are any screws. Let me try."

The Geiger counter was on the side, ready to run if there was a radiation leak.

Is this something that humans do? Xu Chuan kicked Zhang Biao on the butt, causing the guy to lie directly on the ground.

"Is this too laborious for you?" Xu Chuan took out a hammer from the tool box and handed it over, "Wouldn't you just use it?"

Zhang Biao got up from the ground and grabbed his hair in embarrassment, "Boss, I just want to do some research."

"Crazy, with your IQ, can you understand this kind of high technology?" I'm not looking down on them, but this kind of scumbag who just graduated from junior high school should not have delusions. Alas, it seems that I also scolded myself.

He squatted in front of the bed, looked at the square box in front of him, looked up, down, left, and right, then stood up again with the hammer, "Okay, let's use the simplest method.", it fit perfectly, Not even a screw hole.

Wan Yang quickly stopped him and said, "Boss, what should I do now?" He said, "Boss, what should I do now?" He put what looked like a CD player into his bag.

Xu Chuan shrugged, "I haven't thought about it yet. I really didn't expect you two to snatch things away like this. By the way, there is no tail."

"Don't worry, our car has already sunk into the sea." Zhang Biao sat on the side with a can of beer in his hand. They had done this kind of thing of destroying corpses and eradicating traces countless times.

"Okay, then you can rest first and we'll talk about anything tomorrow."

After they had eaten and drank, they went back to their rooms to sleep. The chaos among people from all walks of life in Xiangjiang had just begun.

"What do you mean lost?" came an indifferent voice from the phone in Jin Xinian's hand.

Jin Xinian had already received simple treatment in a black clinic. Zhang Yijun was using alcohol to wipe his scratches. "He was robbed, boss. I've already asked someone to check again." The sting of alcohol made Jin Xinian The muscles on Xinian's body kept trembling.

It took at least a minute for the voice from the other side to come over, "Well, I will also pay attention to the police." After saying that, he hung up the phone. After that, Jin Xinian smashed the phone directly on the wall of the hotel.

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News from Tsim Sha Tsui was being broadcast on TV. The whole street seemed to have experienced a war, causing the citizens of Xiangjiang to be in an uproar.

The police crisis response team has exploded, and calls from all parties are coming in. Chief Inspector Wang Jianzhong's face is pale, and the drinking glass in his hand is almost crushed. "It's over, it's over." This matter is over. It was almost possible to declare the end of his career.

His phone calls never stopped. He, the chief inspector, is really a small role and nothing in the police force. He is only here to coordinate various departments and has no command authority. The specific actions are carried out by Li Yanming.

"What on earth is this bastard Li Yanming doing?" Wang Jianzhong really wanted to grab that guy's neck and ask him.

"Chief Inspector Wang, what is the situation now? Is DC8 safe?" Professor Zhao Zhiren, a crisis team consultant wearing a suit and tie, looked anxious.

Wang Jianzhong thought quickly in his mind. This was not only to answer Zhao Zhiren's question, but also to respond to inquiries from higher-ups.

"Sir Li said that no DC8 was found at the scene. They have killed most of the arms dealers and seized a large amount of arms but did not find any similar devices." Wang Jianzhong can only pray that this thing will not appear now.

Zhao Zhiren stared and asked, "Sir Wang, what do you mean? Does it mean that dc8 did not appear?"

"We don't rule out this possibility." Wang Jianzhong frowned and didn't pay much attention to the professor's attitude.

The muscles on Zhao Zhiren's face twitched. He understood what Wang Jianzhong meant. Since things were messed up, he had to find a way to get rid of the blame. Fortunately, no one saw the dc8, so he couldn't be sure whether this weapon existed or not.

In addition, a batch of arms was indeed recovered and more than a dozen gangsters were killed, which made the entire operation look better on the surface at least. However, there must be no such thing as the loss of a weapon of mass destruction. In this case, these things here now People might be able to survive.

After all, it may be that there is something wrong with the intelligence. For example, with such a large batch of weapons, there is no reflection in the intelligence.

At the same time, various intelligence agencies in Xiangjiang began to intensively collect information. The police did not need to admit it, but these people all knew that DC8 had been robbed.

Equator was in trouble this time. Equator, who had always made big moves, was actually hacked. This news spread like wildfire. Some people were gloating about the misfortune, and some were planning to find out the things. Before the underground world disappeared, The calmness that has been watching is like a drop of water falling into a pan of oil, crackling and exploding.

"Boss Xu, let me just say that this kid is very capable of getting into trouble!" Luo Jialing was reporting the progress of the matter to Xu Zhengyang, which had already deviated from their plan.

A dull word 'ha' came from over there, leaving Luo Jialing confused, "What should I do now?" At this moment, there was an undercurrent in Xiangjiang.

"What about the boy?"

"The three of them had a big meal and then went to bed." mmd These bastards really know how to enjoy themselves. I will definitely stay up all night today.

"It's okay. You continue to collect information. President Song will be here tomorrow."

"clear."

In Beijing, Xu Zhengyang hung up the phone. Sitting behind the desk opposite him was Song An, a member of the Ministry of State Security.