the world is at stake

My father was originally an officer of the Kuomintang. He withdrew from the mainland in 49. Instead of going to Taiwan, he chose to live in the United States via Hong Kong.I am a second-generation Chinese who grew up in San Francisco.

I studied law at university and hoped to work in the government sector after graduation, but failed.

Later, I changed my job to be a trade agent. The mainland had just entered the WTO, and the trade volume with the United States skyrocketed.It was then that I met Guo Xiao.

At that time, Guo Xiao was a trade official from the mainland with a strong background, a wide network of contacts, and a huge order in his hand.I tried my best to get the order in his hand, eating, drinking, gambling, and getting him everything.

But Guo Xiao obviously does not lack these.He wanted to know the channels of American politics, he wanted to know members of Congress, state representatives.Not even ordinary local bureaucrats.

At the beginning, Guo Xiao didn't understand the United States at all, and thought that it would be enough to directly send money to build relationships like in China, so he suffered a lot of rejection.

At least I knew something, so I helped him contact the 'democracy movement' organizations, illegal immigrants seeking political asylum, and so-called 'anti-China' congressmen.

I told him what topics American congressmen like, how to bribe without breaking the law, how to transfer overseas assets to the United States, and how to avoid taxes. "

When Feng Ke said this, he yelled, "These are all business, high society business, is there anything wrong with doing business?"

The old man 'Judge' raised his finger and pointed at Funk tremblingly, "God, the United States was ruined by people like you. It is because of you that American officials have become depraved. No more nonsense, I sentence him to death."

Definitely.

The scene was quiet again.

The three of them were 'staring with big eyes and small eyes'.

It's the beginning of a good show, it can't end like this.

Zhou Qingfeng was crossing his legs, and found that the judge's sentence was so fast, he had to protest: "Uh...we still have to respect the suspect's human rights, let him finish at least."

The old man was stunned, then pointed at Funk, and said in a stern tone: "What kind of human rights does this kind of garbage have? They provide luxury yachts to congressmen, provide sexual bribes with young prostitutes, and donate funds to disrupt the presidential election.

Government officials are certainly happy, but our culture is being corrupted, our founding spirit is disintegrating, our economy is distorted, and the gap between rich and poor is widening.

They have the best lawyers, can find loopholes in the law, and even get the law to change for them.But the short-term benefits did not bring any benefits to the American people.

No, not at all!

As a patriot of the United States, I will say - these people are the lackeys of the politicians. "

The words are sonorous and powerful, and they are loud.

Sitting next to him in a daze, Zhou Qingfeng felt the urge to applaud the old man—this kind of anger from the heart was really well spoken.

It's just that in the current situation, it's a bit of a violation.

Seeing the old man's bearded and furious face, Funk under the light was even more stunned, thinking: "What the hell is going on? The old man is not on my side."

Feng Ke hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and said to Zhou Qingfeng: "Considering the judge's emotional agitation, it is difficult to remain neutral. For the prosecution, as a suspect, I have the right to ask for a change of judge."

The suspect has such powers?

Zhou Qingfeng pretended to think about it.

The old man flatly refused, "No. It's late, and none of my neighbors are free."

Chapter 071 came to an abrupt end

The 'trial' continued, but the suspect's mentality was a bit broken.I thought the 'judge' would favor him, but the 'judge' couldn't even be neutral, and he was as excited as an old cynic.

Feng Ke looked at Zhou Qingfeng sadly, hoping to win some sympathy.But the expression of this murderous god, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, was frightening.His scalp was twitching, with a dull pain.

"I have worked for Guo Xiao for nearly 20 years, and I can be regarded as his confidant. I help handle more than half of his financial accounts, but I am only responsible for money matters, and I don't know much about the rest, and I don't inquire about it."

Speaking of which, 'Red Sparrow' is not a simple intelligence officer, he is probably an agent of a certain force.As for who "a certain family" is, it is worth pondering.

Zhou Qingfeng asked, "What is the relationship between Guo and the Democracy Foundation?"

"Cooperation." Feng Ke said: "The United States has no fewer internal hills than China. Guo Xiao is good at dancing in the United States, and he will not offend anyone as much as possible.

The Democracy Foundation and Guo Xiao have very close financial exchanges, and the two sides help each other.For example, Guo Xiao got a huge amount of money from the mainland to invest in the United States.Stock market, bond market, real estate, business, everywhere.

An investment of more than one billion U.S. dollars can easily be swallowed up by people without any background.However, Guo Xiao still suffered a big loss half a year ago when he invested hundreds of millions of dollars in a California-based biopharmaceutical company, which resulted in a major accident.

The actual manager of that company was Alexei Goldman, who wanted to go bankrupt in the name of the company's losses, so as to swallow Guo Xiao's funds.

But Gaoman is calculating Guo Xiao's money, and Guo Xiao is also calculating his achievements.As a result of the fight between the two, Goldman was arrested, and Guo Xiao's shares of hundreds of millions of dollars were taken away by Congressman McConaughey.

American politicians are all masters of 'eating people without spitting out their bones'.I have met McConaughey several times with Guo Xiao, and the two sides talked and laughed happily every time.But when it's time to make money, the other party can be merciless.

Guo Xiao was forced to do nothing, and his money was not his own, but the entire force behind him.He could only find Bill from the Democratic Foundation again, and wanted to ask the big boss of the Democratic Party to help him get the money back.

I'm in Washington, D.C., to negotiate with Bill, and the laptop I'm carrying has what the Democracy Foundation wants.As a result, it was intercepted by you by mistake. "

Things were very dramatic, Feng Ke smiled wryly at Zhou Qingfeng.

But Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and said, "You can't say that it was a coincidence. I'm looking for you. What's in that notebook?"

"I don't know." Funke shook his head, "I'm a special envoy with a secret mission, and I'm only in charge of negotiations. That laptop has two hard drives, one of which requires a hardware key to drive.

The key can only be handed over by Guo Xiao himself after recovering hundreds of millions of dollars.If you don't have the key, you can only see the low-level content in the computer's non-encrypted hard disk. "

"Where is Guo Xiao?"

"Tell me where Guo Xiao is, can I still live?"

"No."

"Then why should I tell you?"

The two sides talked about the last key point.

The basement became quiet, and Feng Ke, whose hands and feet were bound, stared at Zhou Qingfeng in a daze.He didn't beg, pretend to be pitiful, or make a fuss, just quietly waiting for his own fate to be judged.

Zhou Qingfeng sucked his teeth, as if he had encountered a problem.

The old man waited for a long time without seeing any progress, so he interjected, "Is it time for torture? Should I take some more nitroglycerin?"

"no need."

Bang... Zhou Qingfeng shot Feng Ke's head off.

Oh...shit!

The old man was so frightened that he almost had a heart attack on the spot.Looking at the splattered brains and fallen corpses, he exclaimed, "Hey, I haven't pronounced my sentence yet."

"You have just been sentenced."

"Didn't you say you have to wait for him to finish?"

"I have no intention of letting this guy go. He knows he's going to die anyway, so he won't say anything anymore."

Before the blood could seep and flow, Zhou Qingfeng wrapped the corpse in a tablecloth, carried it on his shoulders, and threw it into the trash can on the side of the road outside the villa.When he came back, the old man complained: "My child, you are too cruel."

"You said I shouldn't have killed that guy?"

"No, it was too cruel to me. I was expecting you to have a torture session, but you shot the suspect's head. It's like a man who is about to shoot and then someone cuts it off with a knife. It's cruel ,too painful."

Fantastic idea.

But the description is very appropriate.

Zhou Qingfeng listened to the old man's complaints, took the key to unlock his handcuffs, and said, "Old man, take sleeping pills and go to bed. It will be another beautiful day when you wake up tomorrow morning."

"I'm in my eighties, and my wife is still in the ICU. I don't have a bright future." The old man criticized like a child: "You took away the last bit of fun from an old man before he died."

"It's a kind of psychopath who is happy to see others being tortured. If it happened to you, it's a pervert." Zhou Qingfeng took out the old man's sleeping pills, "Take the pills and go to sleep, stop fucking nonsense."

"It's not a psychopath, it's just a new experience."

The old man returned to the living room, took sleeping pills, sat on the rocking chair, covered himself with a blanket, and listened to the crackling sound of the fire burning in the fireplace, babbling endlessly.

When Zhou Qingfeng turned to leave, the old man suddenly asked, "Son, I feel like you are a secret agent. Do you want to find a safe place to interrogate criminals in the future?"

Uncle Zhou was amused by this question, "Do you want to do it again?"

"Why not?" The old man spread his hands, "I finally found some joy in my old age, and I don't want to lose it so easily."

"But the body was thrown in the trash can in front of your house."

"So what? I didn't kill the person anyway. There is no surveillance in our block."

The old man shrugged, and took off his hearing aid to show off. "Without this thing, there is thunder outside, and I can't hear it. The police came, and I can only say 'sorry'."

Zhou Qingfeng shook his head with a 'defeated' expression, "I don't know how to answer you, but..."

"My name is Fuhrman." The old man pointed to the table at the entrance of the living room, "There is my business card, call me when you come. I can prepare a new tablecloth.

If you need a jury, I can recruit it for you.But the position of 'judge' must be reserved for me.I'm going to get a professional mallet, it hurts too much to use my hand as a 'gavel'. "

The old man is still in good spirits.

"Sleep, Mr. Fuhrman."

Zhou Qingfeng didn't take his business card, waved his hand as farewell, pushed open the door and walked into the night.Behind him, the old man was still talking.But as he talked and talked, his eyelids drooped and he fell asleep.

Walking about 500 meters in the dark, Zhou Qingfeng, who wanted to hail a taxi, crossed a street, but felt that the street lights were dim.After carefully observing the roadside buildings, he walked to the poor area.

Walking and walking, there was a car parked on the side of the potholed road.

A few black brothers leaned against the car, smoking marijuana, and talking about rap, when they saw a man appeared... in cold weather, but with a bare upper body and a pair of stockings.

"Hey, brother. Did you just rob a bank?" a black brother asked curiously.

It was so dark that Zhou Qingfeng realized that he hadn't taken off Katya's long silk stocking.He reached out to pick it up, but stopped and pulled out the gun, "Sorry, can this car drive?"

It’s too unexpected!

"what?"

The black brothers were not happy, very unhappy.They all had guns on their waists.The person who asked the question yelled even more strangely: "You are wearing a stocking and showing off, just to rob five of us for one person?"

"It's normal." Zhou Qingfeng took it for granted, "Your leather jacket seems to be pretty good too. If you have no objections, lend me to wear it."

Fuck!

"Fuck him."

Several black brothers were impulsive.

Several black brothers went up.

Several black brothers fell.

Chapter 072 Hospitals and Reports

Newington, southwest of Washington, DC.

Katya drove outside a 24-hour private hospital.The hospital's security and medical staff have long been waiting in the driveway, even the stretcher and first aid equipment are ready.

Just as the car stopped, Katya pushed the door open by herself, staggering.The mobile stretcher was pushed in front of her, and the medical staff helped her to lie on it.

The nurses were busy attaching emergency equipment to Katya, monitoring blood pressure and heart rate and so on.The attending doctor gave Katya a physical examination to make sure she didn't have some internal injuries that would have killed her immediately.

"The wound on your face is not serious, it looks bloody, but it's just scratches from broken glass. It's a small problem, I promise you won't even leave a scar after you heal."

"You have a wound on your back. The preliminary judgment is that it doesn't look like a bullet, it may be a fragment of a projectile. X-rays will determine its location. It is unlikely that it entered the heart."

"You still have some superficial contusions. It's not sure if there are fractures or internal bleeding. But don't worry, you've arrived at the hospital and you won't die."

The stretcher bed was quickly pushed into the hospital, and the doctor skillfully gave a preliminary diagnosis.

Kajia drove all the way here, and when she heard that her aching back was fine, she felt much more at ease.While administering painkillers, she grabbed the doctor's sleeve and said, "Don't tell anyone I'm here."

Wearing a face shield, the doctor nodded slightly and said, "Of course, we provide patients with complete privacy and confidentiality, and we will never disclose any information."

The injured were taken to the hospital, while security personnel were ordered to deal with Katya's car.With flashlights on, they counted the bullet holes on the car body one after another, marveling.

At least ten bullets were shot in the body, mainly at the left engine and driver's seat.The window glass was shattered, the left front wheel was also blown off, and the car was forced to drive all the way.

"Who did this?"

"A dozen bullets missed. Is the person who fired the shot blind?"

"I think you're the one who's blind."

"What do you mean?"

"You have no idea who was just brought in."

"There are not many situations where she can escape in embarrassment."

The car has been scrapped, and it will be driven into the hospital's garage first, and will be removed and disassembled later.The security guards kept gossiping, most of them were "half buckets of water" veterans pretending to be profound.

Three hours later, after finishing the debridement and bandaging, Katya took a nap on the hospital bed.When the nurse's footsteps approached, she opened her eyes alertly.

"Your condition is not bad. What shot into your back was neither a bullet nor glass shards, but a small piece of metal fragment from the car body that was blown away by the bullet. Since the wound is not deep, the doctor has already taken it out for you."

"The injury on your face has also been treated, and the problem is not serious. It will be fine after two or three months of recuperation. We have already made an appointment for you to remove the postoperative scar."