How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

minutes ago.

Just when Li Xiulan, Su Fenggu and their family of three were happily discussing the engagement of their two children.

The west unit on the top floor of the apartment building.

Wang Xu, deputy leader of the 13th National Security Action Team, opened the door and took a deep breath while standing in the stairwell.

"Hiss...it smells so good!"

"You guys are eating, it makes us feel uncomfortable when we smell it..."

Wang Xu closed the security door reluctantly and turned back into the house.

"Haha, brothers, everything is normal! Let's eat!"

He greeted with a smile and casually placed the gun in his arms on the entrance table.

"Oh……"

There were several listless voices coming from the room.

"Brother Chen! Yesterday we had fried bean cakes, and today we have braised bean noodles. Can we tell Mr. Liu on the second floor to change the menu? If that doesn't work, how about some cross-bridge rice noodles?"

Several members of the national security action team picked up their chopsticks helplessly and couldn't help complaining.

Chen Xu was too lazy to pay attention to them. He pulled a chair and sat down, then handed a bowl of braised noodles to the person next to him.

"Haha, Lao Yu! Please make do with it. This is the treatment our group receives. We can't compare to you guys!"

Yu Zecheng took the braised noodles and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Like Wang Xu, he is the deputy leader of the National Security Bureau's 13th Action Group.

As for the team leader, it was Chen Bu who had been promoted not long ago.

The mission of this group of people is to be stationed in Jiangcheng, Yun Province, and protect the safety of people around Ye Cheng at any time.

Wang Xu’s team is responsible for protecting the safety of Ye Cheng’s mother, Li Xiu Lan.

Yu Zecheng's team is responsible for protecting Ye Cheng's woman Su Qinghe.

The two groups of people usually do not live together. This time they get together for a rare meal, and the personnel responsible for protection can also meet and talk to each other.

At this moment, except for the personnel on duty downstairs, everyone else is eating and resting upstairs.

In order to protect Li Xiulan, the team rented this room for long-term residence.

"Haha! It's pretty miserable! We came all the way here, and you let us eat this?"

Deputy team leader Yu Zecheng picked up the chopsticks and flipped through the bean stewed noodles. Seeing that there were only a few pieces of meat inside, he smiled and joked.

"Hey, Wang'er, our team's budget shouldn't be that outrageous, right?"

"A few days ago, Team Leader Chen just applied for this month's food allowance."

"It's only been a few days. Could it be that your mother embezzled the money?"

Yu Zecheng made a joke, but still started eating the braised noodles in his hand.

be honest.

Although it doesn’t look very good, it tastes really good.

"Greedy ass... I'm so fucking..."

"Forget it! Beans can't stop Brother Yu from talking!"

Wang Xu was teased by the other party and rolled his eyes in anger, but still did not say the reason why the food was so bad.

But the man under his command couldn't help it and looked up and said something.

"Deputy Team Leader Yu! You can't wrongly accuse our Brother Xu!"

"Most of the food expenses, including Brother Xu's salary last month, were given to Team Leader Han's mother. Don't you know? Team Leader Han's mother was admitted to the hospital a few days ago!"

"what?"

Everyone in Yu Zecheng's group who were eating were immediately stunned.

Who is Team Leader Han?

The Thirteenth Action Group, former team leader Han Mingxuan!

When he and Chen Bu went to Canaan to carry out the intelligence gathering mission of the National Security Bureau, they were captured alive by Mossad.

After being tortured, he was blown to death in Tel Aviv while trying to rescue his teammates.

Although several months have passed, the thought of the heroic sacrifice of Team Leader Han still makes one feel a dull pain in the heart.

Yu Zecheng immediately put down his chopsticks and opened his mouth in astonishment.

"Wang Er, when did it happen? How come I don't know about it?"

Wang Xu glared at the talkative team member and sighed.

"Just last week, Brother Yu! The old lady and Brother Han's family didn't allow anyone to tell anyone, and our team leader didn't know either."

"I only found out about it when I went to visit him during my vacation!"

"The old man was already suffering from a terminal illness. After his son's death, he couldn't bear it anymore! This time... I don't think he can make it..."

The room fell silent for a moment.

Everyone understands that sometimes the elderly can survive a serious illness because they still have spiritual support in their hearts.

After Han Mingxuan's death, the Han family's sky collapsed. The old lady could not bear the serious illness, and it had nothing to do with anyone else.

"... Doesn't Mingxuan have a pension? Doesn't the National Security Agency know about this?"

Yu Zecheng felt very depressed and asked after a moment of silence.

Why do you still need to pool money to treat the elderly?

"Hey! I don't know if they know it or not, but I'll just do my best!"

Wang Xu shook his head and said something in a slightly bleak tone.

After Team Leader Han died for his country, the Han family received a generous pension, so money was definitely not a problem.

He took out one month's salary and most of the food expenses as a token of his appreciation.

Yu Zecheng understood immediately, nodded and stopped asking questions, sighed, took out his cell phone, and transferred 10,000 yuan to Wang Xu.

He is an old man in the National Security Bureau and is in his fifties.

It's just that I don't have the ability to handle things on my own that I haven't been promoted.

But he is old and kind-hearted, and everyone in the entire National Security Bureau knows him.

"This... this is... a little gift from our group! Wang'er, please accept it and help us pass it on to Mingxuan's family, hey..."

As he spoke, Yu Zecheng's eyes began to turn red.

As a person in his line of work, he has seen too many separations of life and death.

But when he thought of Han Mingxuan's death, and the passing of both the elderly and the young, Yu Zecheng still felt very sad.

Not only him, but all his team members also took out their mobile phones to express their gratitude.

Seeing the silence in the atmosphere, Wang Xu smiled and waved his hand to stop it.

"Hey, hey, hey, that's enough! Just keep the money. This is a job that requires you to depend on your belt, and the salary isn't high!"

"Your team leader Yu has already paid the money on behalf of your team! You guys just stay out of this, okay?"

But everyone was stubborn and insisted on transferring the money, saying that Yu Group is Yu Group, we are us, and this is a little gift from us to Brother Han’s family.

Wang Xu was helpless as his phone kept ringing for a while.

He could only collect them one by one, and found a piece of paper to write down how much money each person took.

It's impossible not to have any details when handing it over to the Han family, right?

Who would have thought that twelve or thirteen people in a room could save more than 50,000 yuan.

Wang Xu looked at the balance on WeChat on his phone and said with a grin, "Wow, this is still the fastest way to make money!"

"Brothers, when I die, remember to make a donation like this..."

"Bah, bah, bah! What the hell are you saying, kid?"

Seeing that the boy spoke without thinking, Yu Zecheng was so angry that he slapped Wang Xu on the head.

"I'm telling you, even if I die, none of you will die!"

"Hahaha……"

Everyone in the room laughed when they heard this.

"Team Yu, you are about to retire to the second line and enjoy a peaceful life! What are you talking about? You are so outrageous!"

"Slap your face, slap your face quickly!"

"Hey, let's go back and drink tea and read the newspaper. It's so comfortable! Brother Yu, what unlucky words are you talking about!"

"From now on, you can't call me Team Yu anymore. You have to call me Uncle Yu. Have you eaten today?"

"Hey, what are you eating? Bullets!"

"Hahaha……"

The whole room burst into laughter.

Yu Zecheng is in his early fifties this year and is old enough to be transferred back to the General Administration to work in the office.

I heard that once Team Leader Chen Buchen returns from the capital, he will be transferred back to report on his work.

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone started joking around, and the dull atmosphere was swept away unconsciously.

Yu Zecheng saw that these people were becoming less and less reliable, so he smiled helplessly and waved his hands.

"Alright! Alright! Let's eat!"

"Wang Xu, it seems that our Chen team will be back soon? How about this, call the brothers who are not on duty tonight, I will treat you, let's find a restaurant and have a few drinks! Eat some meat, this damn bean stewed noodles, is it something that people can eat?"

"Long live Brother Yu!"

The atmosphere became more and more lively, and everyone was delighted.

They also heard that Team Leader Chen seemed to be almost done and would be back soon.

This time, Brother Yu is saying goodbye before leaving.

Only Wang Xu, remembering that he was on duty tonight, immediately frowned and was about to say something.

Unexpectedly...

Creak!

Sudden and inexplicable.

There was a creaking sound above everyone's head.

It's like there's a heavy object pressing on it and it can't bear the weight.

Ok?

"This is……"

They were all national security special agents walking on the line between life and death. Everyone immediately put down their bowls and chopsticks and looked upwards cautiously.

They rented the top floor, and the floor above their heads was the terrace of the entire apartment building.

This dilapidated old building has three units in total, sharing a terrace.

What happened up there?

"Look!"

Some team members even screamed and pointed at the cracks that suddenly appeared on the ceiling.

The crack was still expanding and continued to spread throughout the room.

Creak!

Creak!

The teeth-grinding sound continued to be heard.

"not good!"

Yu Zecheng had seen too many things in his life, so he immediately stood up and exclaimed, "This building seems to be about to collapse!"

"I'll go up and check the situation! Wang Xu, you immediately organize all personnel to evacuate and take the target away! Quickly..."

After saying that, Yu Zecheng took a step forward, opened the door of the unit and ran out.

There is a ladder leading to the rooftop outside the door. Only by climbing up can you know what is going on up there.

Why is there a sound of heavy object pressing down on top of my head out of nowhere?

Why did the whole building collapse out of nowhere?

To know.

These old residential apartment buildings were all built twenty or thirty years ago and use prefabricated panels.

The so-called prefabricated slabs omit the step of pouring concrete floors and directly use ready-made reinforced concrete slabs to build them.

The load-bearing capacity of this type of building is very limited, and its service life is far lower than that of current concrete buildings.

Once it carries too much weight, it may collapse completely.

The situation is extremely urgent!

Seeing Brother Yu running out of the door, Wang Xu, as the highest-ranking person in charge present, did not dare to hesitate for even a second.

He also roared.

"Quick! Quick! Xiao Liu, Xiao Qi, Xiao Song, lead the target to move immediately!"

"Xiao Wu, Xiao Feng, follow me! Go to the terrace to support Brother Yu!"

"Everyone else, evacuate the entire building immediately. Have everyone leave here immediately. At the same time, notify the local police station, fire department, and health department... Quick!"

While giving instructions, Wang Xu led everyone to run towards the door.

I just ran to the door...

Ta-ta-ta-ta!

The dull, harsh sound of assault rifle firing suddenly exploded in everyone's ears.

Everyone was shocked, with disbelief written all over their faces.

Assault rifle?

Who is this...

Called in? ! ! !