Portland Street.
The second floor of an old house.
Two bartenders, wearing suits and bow ties, stood behind the wooden bar.
They are white-skinned and blond-haired, shaking Boston shakers and mixing refreshing cocktails.
In the bar, a melodious jazz song was playing.
This is a standard British cocktail restaurant, and the boss, waiters, and bartenders are all white-skinned guys.
The guests are mainly ghosts.
Unlike most of the noisy dance halls, KTVs and bars on Portland Street, the style, mood and atmosphere are very good.
James Bond was wearing a black leather jacket. He walked to the bar and sat down. He confidently raised his right hand and snapped his fingers: "Hey, man, whiskey sour! Shake well, don't stir!"
"Hi! Sir! As you wish!" A bartender smiled and greeted him very gentlemanly.
…
The bartender starts mixing drinks.
An older lady with curly hair and a white suit walked over with a glass of cranberry wine and quietly sat next to James: "Bond, long time no see."
The bartender offers a whiskey sour.
James Bond sipped the wine and smiled: "Mrs. M, you are still as beautiful as your wine."
The bartender stood in front, raising his eyes to the ceiling.
He believed that if he were not forced by the pressure of life, the handsome guy in front of him would definitely not tell lies with his eyes open.
What if the other party has already started telling lies? oh! God! That must be a rich woman!
"I hope I can see you again next time, and meet every employee one by one." Mrs. M said this, leaning her head close to Bond's ear, moving her red lips lightly, and whispered: "Everyone of me Excellent CIA agent."
"They should not die on Hong Kong Island."
The bartender turned his back to mix drinks for other customers.
He really didn't want to witness a flirting scene between a handsome young man and an old woman.
It makes him feel like a pervert.
Bond also leaned into Mrs. M's ear and said: "As you know, I have also noticed that the Hong Kong Island police are investigating our precious agents, but we are ready and will not send any more agents for the next action." Agents appear. Even if they check now, they won't be able to find a few of our elites. At most, they can find a few peripheral personnel."
"I almost forgot, I took action once."
"They may find me, but I'm not afraid, just like you are not afraid." James Bond said.
Mrs. M picked up the exquisite wine glass in front of her and took a sip of wine: "But the operation to eliminate the traitors will continue!"
"I have already made a plan and will contact the people from Unit 701 to take action." James Bond mentioned another terrifying name, which was so terrifying that Mrs. M was a little surprised: "You mean those transformation projects that are secretly supported by the military?" Human troops?”
"Tch! What kind of human transformation!" James Bond was a little disdainful: "They are just some inferior experimental products that use drugs to cut off pain nerves. This kind of experimental products have been studied in various countries, but they are always inferior goods and are only qualified to solve some dirty work. .”
"Mr. Hong Kong Governor has some connections with the military, and can also mobilize people from Unit 701." James Bond raised his glass and took a sip of whiskey sour. He exclaimed and said with a happy face: "After executing this operation, the army The party will clear out Unit 701! Civilized society does not need them!"
Mrs. M showed some sympathy on her face, but as an intelligence officer, even a female intelligence officer.
She also understands reality.
The sympathy quickly faded from his face.
Unit 701 is still under the jurisdiction of the military, and has not launched a clearing plan, and has not yet experienced large-scale defections.
However, it is said that a defection has already occurred.
Of course, Unit 701 still has merit. It even received more brutal training and more powerful combat capabilities.
It's just that the side effects of drug modification make them prone to losing their minds, making them unable to perform high-level tasks, and will eventually be abandoned by the military.
James Bond looks down on them, but does not deny their strength, so they will execute the plan on behalf of the Military Intelligence Agency and eliminate the traitors. And he quietly hid behind the scenes with the MIDI agents, planned operations, and continued to serve the Hong Kong Island government.
As a human being...no matter which country you are in, eating your brain is the key.
"James! I look forward to your glorious return!" Mrs. M raised her wine glass, and James smiled like a gentleman: "Bond, please call me Bond."
"Ding!" The two of them clinked their wine glasses. James drank all the wine in one gulp and took a photo of the pound: "Qsir is waiting for me at home."
"You not only play with old rich women, you also play with men?" The bartender turned around and watched James leave, with some surprise in his eyes, and then he deeply regretted: "I should have asked for this gentleman's contact information... "
…
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The next day.
evening.
In Central, in front of a Western restaurant.
Mr. Chen Yingjie, the director of a certain department of the Education Bureau, took his family to the restaurant for dinner.
After finishing their meal, the family of five walked out of the restaurant door holding hands and smiling happily.
A six-man joint protection team, dressed in suits and armed, surrounded the family.
A group of people felt like a big boss dining, with people shouting in front and behind, and bodyguards in suits chatting with each other. It was a very grand scene.
But "Chen Yingjie" is not a big boss, and the joint protection team is not just for show. They appear because they are in danger!
At this time, several gunshots rang out in succession, and the petals of several flowers flew off the flower garden at the entrance of the restaurant. The elite protection team who smelled the danger responded quickly. Two of them pawned three bullets for the VIPs. Then gunfire rang out at the door of the restaurant, and the whole restaurant screamed and panicked.
…
night.
Seven o'clock.
In a high-end apartment in Kowloon District, a section chief of the Education Bureau was sitting in his study, holding a pen and thinking about a document.
Starting today, the Chinese people in the Education Bureau who planned to side with Zhuang Shikai have all come out with a clear-cut stance and intervened in the reform actions starting from the administrative level.
To be honest, the Hong Kong Governor is determined to implement education reform actions, and there is no need to vote or vote at all. Because the top officials of the Education Bureau are all ghosts, they are completely in the hands of the Hong Kong Governor, and they cannot stop it even if they vote.
Therefore, if the Chinese want to prevent education reform actions, they can only adopt the "three no's principle" of "refusing to cooperate, refusing to obey, and refusing to implement." Gui Lao's senior management can't approve every document and write every copy by themselves, right?
And under Zhuang Shikai's influence, now Gui Lao can't even find a printing factory! No Chinese printers on Hong Kong Island dare to cooperate with the Education Bureau. The funny thing is that due to the low profits of printing plants, there are no British-owned printing plants on Hong Kong Island.
Why do foreign adults think so much of this small business? The Education Bureau wanted to buy the printing factory at a high price but no one sold it, not because Sir Zhuang would pay a higher price, but because of what Sir Zhuang said.
It is said that the Hong Kong Governor's Government is considering purchasing printing equipment from abroad and re-establishing a printing factory on Hong Kong Island.
Of course, by the time he bought the printing equipment back, the educational reform initiative would have been scrapped long ago. No matter how much you buy, it's all for nothing.
Now the work of the Education Bureau has come to a standstill, and gradually other bureaucrats and even grassroots employees have begun to actively contact people around Mr. Zhuang in an attempt to respond to Mr. Zhuang's call.
The snowball slowly started to roll again, the cohesion became stronger and stronger, and the leading figures were already on their way!
Section Chief Zhao finished his thinking and finally wrote: "Respecting Chinese history is the first principle for Hong Kong people to govern Hong Kong and Hong Kong people to love Hong Kong..."
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" A burst of fierce gunfire rang out outside the apartment. The police officers of the joint protection team shouted loudly and exchanged fire with all their strength. However, Section Chief Zhao remained motionless and unfazed, and continued to write vigorously and criticize the current ills.
Some of the sentiments of Hong Kong from those days have reappeared.
the next day.
morning.
After Zhuang Shikai held a high-level meeting of the Operations Department, he immediately returned to the office with Zhuo Jingquan.
Zhuo Jingquan just took the initiative to come up to him, looking like he was going to report to him. It seemed that something was going on down there.
Zhuang Shikai sat back in his armchair thoughtfully, picked up his coffee, took a sip of hot coffee and asked, "Has someone from the Military Intelligence Agency taken action?"
"You're not one of them, are you?"
Since the Military Intelligence Agency's first assassination of Mrs. Faye could employ a hired killer, this method may also be used for the assassinations of most Chinese bureaucrats.
This is why Zhuang Shikai wants to divide the thorough investigation of intelligence personnel and the protection of political targets into two actions...
It would be easier if the opponent directly takes the field. The two actions are combined into one and the direct action is to kill.
Anyway, the mood is already in place.
There are also more supporters.
Zhuo Jingquan nodded: "Yes, the person who did it was not an agent of the Military Intelligence Agency."
"These are photos from the scene. Judging from their actions, they are more like professional killers." Zhuo Jingquan handed over a stack of photos and put them on the table: "They are still top international killers!"
Zhuang Shikai lowered his head to pick up the photo, and kept moving his hands, alternating, and browsing.
He looked at the pictures of blood on the ground and the bodies of the men.
He asked in a deep voice: "Did brothers sacrifice a lot?"
Zhuo Jingquan took a deep breath: "More than a dozen."
"I can still hold on!"
"The VIP didn't die?" Zhuang Shikai put down the photo and asked again.
"None!" Zhuo Jingquan replied: "There were six assassinations last night. One escaped through the back door of the restaurant, one protected the target and hid in a safe house, and the remaining four were held until the police and stormtroopers from the jurisdiction arrived. , successfully repelled the criminals.”
"Push to the street!"
"Gui Lao's military intelligence department really doesn't know how many killers they have!" Zhuang Shikai's eyes were filled with murderous intent and he asked in a rough voice: "Didn't you drag back the corpses of some killers?"
"Yes!" Zhuo Jingquan replied: "Senior Inspector Shi Qingyun, who was responsible for the serious case in Mong Kok last night, rushed to the scene to provide support. He led his men and killers to fight bloody battles and killed one."
"The key is...the key is that the autopsy report is very strange." Zhuo Jingquan saw the expression on Sir Zhuang's face...it was an expression of wanting to mobilize troops to kill the killer.
"What's strange?" Zhuang Shikai looked up at Zhuo Jingquan, looked him up and down, then picked up the phone and dialed the number: "Yazi, go to the forensic department to get an autopsy report."
