Belly Trojan

The picture on TV has turned to the bridge of the multi-party debate.The two chatted and looked at each other, Ling Yanzhi didn't seem particularly outstanding, but he didn't fail to keep up with the lagging behind.Subconsciously, Fan Shu exerted a little force on his hand and picked off a piece of blood scab.

"But, it's not a problem if you think about your wife like this all day long?" Brother Lu didn't pay attention to Ling Yanzhi, and while watching, he sewed up Fan Shu like a broken skin, "Hey, if the prince lets you go, it's okay I can take you to a good place to change your mind."

Every one of these neighborhoods must have "that place," and everyone knows it.Who hasn't come here for a change of taste and to relieve stress?Fan Shu's heart moved, but he gasped and hissed, turned his shoulders that had just been wrapped and asked, "What's the matter, can't you go now?"

"That place can let the police go, that's okay."

"I've been to so many places." Fan Shu didn't care, "Besides, I've been expelled." He shook his head, "Which drug-addicted agent have you ever seen who can continue to serve as a special agent?"

"I've never seen an agent, don't talk nonsense, I've only watched 007," Brother Lu continued to watch the debate show, "Besides, now that OMEGA can run on TV, there's nothing to be sure about."

On the screen, those people had already double-teamed Ling Yanzhi.Sparing no effort to attack opponents is one of the means.One of them asked unceremoniously: "Mr. Ling, you yourself once admitted in your public lectures that you have taken contraceptive drugs for a long time in order to prevent pregnancy, which eventually led to a miscarriage—"

Fan Shu's breath tightened suddenly.Then the question was thrown:

"—Excuse me, where did you get the contraceptive medicine? What channel did you buy it from?"

"Please don't evade this topic. To put it mildly, it is related to whether you are eligible to run for this position; to put it more seriously, this is an issue related to national security."

The host quickly interjected, "Isn't that too alarmist?"

"Really? We learned through certain channels that Mr. Ling's husband—should be called ex-husband now—is a national security worker with special professional attributes. Although the regulations are strict in our country, but with his job attributes From the looks of it, he has a lot of channels where he can easily get access to these illegal drugs—”

In the camera, Ling Yanzhi's face changed.He understood that on the surface, it was aimed at him, but in fact it was aimed at Fan Shu.If Fan Shu is suspected of law enforcement and breaking the law and carrying this kind of prohibited drug, then he will not be able to recover, not to mention this job, he may face prison.

Ling Yanzhi's gaze slowly scanned the instrument in front of him, as if he could see the person on the other side who was observing him through the lens.Who is it?What is it for?An agent who almost risked his life for the country, why should he slander him?Because what did he know that you don't?Or offended someone who shouldn't be offended?Those unknown passwords flashed quickly in his mind; he thought of Fan Shu rushing forward in his hospital gown, dragging him behind and blocking Yi Huazang.

Stay away from him.

If it wasn't just ALPHA's crazy and boring jealousy-

...Is it Yi Huazang?

He thought of the man's potbellied figure and his greasy fingers slipping the check into his shirt pocket.

... Is he a naturalist?Or take it a step further...was 'Moses'?

Is he approaching me on purpose?Why?Is it to test whether I can be used as a natural pawn, or is it because I... am Fan Shu's OMEGA?

There was a faint commotion outside the studio, and the live broadcast was disrupted. Someone broke into the debate camera and tried to cover the camera position with his hand; but the epaulets of their uniforms could still be seen; The director stepped forward to try to communicate, and the voice of the host asking was mixed with the noise, "What's going on——"

Brother Lu was amused: "What's the situation, the police are arresting people on the spot? Is it so crazy?"

Fan Shu explained: "That's not the police, it's the Security Committee."

"What is the Security Committee? Is it the same as the National Security Bureau?"

"The National Security Bureau is mainly responsible for overseas and cross-border organizations, and the Security Committee is mainly responsible for 'potential threats' within the country."

"You have so many establishments, they are all black dogs anyway." Brother Lu sighed, he suddenly jumped up and pointed at the screen, "Hey, hey, they took that OMEGA away? Why? Just because he took the contraceptive pill? "Taking birth control pills is morally condemned in this childless age, but it is not really illegal.At least, no regulations are really so hard-and-fast.

"But if it is obtained through illegal channels, it's a different story.... In order to improve fertility, domestic pharmaceutical companies have been banned from selling contraceptive drugs, so basically, the channels of acquisition must be illegal." Fan Shu listened. His calm voice seemed to be listening to another person.

Yi Huazang did it on purpose. He couldn't find him through the National Security Bureau, so he deliberately put pressure on Ling Yanzhi to force him to come out.

Fan Shu closed his eyes.

In a way, what I have to do...is no different from him.

"Brother Lu, pass me a message, just say that I want to see the prince."

"Hey, why, don't you think you don't live long enough?"

"No," the man rubbed the blood on his fingertips, looked at the stains on the floor, "I want to find a job under the crown prince."

"What's the matter, it's changed, and you don't plan to work for the authorities anymore?"

"You have seen the gunshots on my body. My drug addiction is not voluntary. I sell my life. But after being exposed, in order to protect other people on my line, my boss, when I was still unconscious, Just divorced my wife and me. In the end, it was done for them.” He laughed, “If they caught me and took me back then, it would be the same as going to jail now. If Yihua is not caught Hidden, pull up the line behind him and there will be no future troubles, they will not let me out. To this point, I still work hard for them, and it is too sincere."

Brother Lu snorted, "Oh, I can't see it, boy, you are actually pulling up the tiger's skin as a banner when you run here, and you run to the prince's feet, in fact, you are thinking that they will not dare to find out here. "

Fan Shu coughed. "Don't look at me like this, I'm in this business anyway."

"Then what are you going to do next?"

"Look at the prince." He said, "If he wants to make a deal with Yi Huazang, then I can't help it; but if there is a way for me to survive, I followed their line for a year and a half before, I am very clear about the transportation routes of Yihuazang and the entire southern area, the staffing, distribution of channels and codes inside."

On the night when he finished speaking, Wei Tianci finally didn't have to go out to 'walk the dog', and Wei Tianci saw him again; this time he finally didn't hang around talking and gave him a chair. "You said you have Lao Yi's material?" He narrowed his eyes, "How do I know you're not here to catch me?"

"I don't want to hide it from you, the prince. You can see it all for yourself." He said flatly, that not-so-elite appearance and not-so-smart speech skills always added to his lines. Reliability, this is also the reason why he has been able to be an invisible undercover agent for a long time, "I have been with the Southern District Line for more than a year, and I worked as an undercover agent inside. It is not an exaggeration to say that I know everything I need to know, so I just talked with the prince. You opened up and said, there is nothing to hide. I know that this area is our biggest source of profit, second only to the Lianghe District, and I also know that the actual control is in the hands of Yi Huazang, and you occupy a leading position in it. But he has no real power, so he can be used as an umbrella for him, but he can't get the first-class product."

The former agent clasped hands, thumbs tucked together, bent backwards. "Yi Huazang has become bigger here, and you will definitely be kicked out in the end, because your status is too special, and it will inevitably affect his overall layout blueprint. His move was laid out in advance."

Of course Wei Tianci knew what he said was right. Yi Huazang no longer listened to his control, but because he didn't want to let go of the southern region, he still maintained a precarious balance.When the face is torn apart, a tough battle is inevitable; at that time, if you blow yourself out, the gain will not be worth the loss, and the loss will be heavy, and both sides will suffer.Now someone unexpectedly presented him with a method to bring Yi Huazang down, it was like fishing with a straight hook, he wanted to bite but didn't dare to bite.

Fan Shu was straightforward, picked up a pen and wrote down all the passwords.

"You can check it yourself, and you will know whether I am right or wrong." He sighed, "He knows that I have this, and he also knows their process, map, and transaction scope. If you change it all at once, it's better to mess with me." Come quickly. I have no choice but to hide on your territory. There are people from the National Security Bureau, and they can’t protect me. The people from the Security Committee have captured my OMEGA now, trying to force me to go out and replace people. Me too There is no way, if you touch my bottom line, I have no choice but to touch yours. Reciprocity."

The crown prince propped his cheek and raised an eyebrow. "It's just an OMEGA, baby's like something....Let's do it! If you want to get rid of your body smell, you can mix with me, but your dog skin is too clean, so I don't worry about it." He beckoned He waved and called Huzi Daxia over, "Take Officer Fan to wash up."

There are several types of "washing".Washing with poison washes one's temperament; washing with blood washes one's qualifications; and washing with fornication washes one's bones.A knife on the head of the word color, no matter what kind of tough guy you are, if you find the right key, it can grind you to melt.As an invisible agent with considerable qualifications, Fan Shu took over the dirty work and broke into the interior as a last resort. He has experienced everything that should be experienced, and he cannot escape.If you want to keep yourself clean in the dye vat, you can't be invisible, and you can't be an agent.

But for no reason, he crazily relied on this profession, like the only anchor he could hold on to among all he had lost; he stubbornly believed that it was a fate imposed on him, and thus became a Crazy gamblers have invested too much and can't withdraw long ago.

He was led through the iron gate to the back of the disused underground railway, and he glimpsed vaguely as he passed behind the densely packed pigeon cages.Behind the electronic lock, you can vaguely see the light-colored gray-yellow ceiling, and an expert can tell that it is densely covered with pinhole probes.They stepped through the mouth of the pipe, and the pungent smell came from the dark depths.

"Our rules here start from the bottom." Da Xia said to Fan Shu, "It's not that we treat police officers special; but our prince said that everyone must know what they are."

Open the two coded doors, the air inside is getting colder and colder, like entering a freezer; the people inside seem to be part-time workers, wearing a layer of extremely inferior and thin plastic protective clothing, standing on a dirty assembly line to work In front of the stage, his hands were numbly operating.Fan Shu approached mechanically, momentarily unable to understand what he saw.They arranged him at the very end of the assembly line, a "special seat" for novices, with a long knife in front of him and a continuously rotating shredder underneath.Let's do something simple first, get rid of them, clean them, and be careful not to curl your hands," the foreman seemed to have no idea of ​​his origin, and continued to order with a blank expression, "Half of the newcomers will lose their fingers or Half of the palm; the most serious lost half of the arm. "

Fan Shu stood there, looking at the things processed all the way on the transmission line.It was not bright red, but black, and there was even a circle of yellow pus around the edge, seeping down the corner of the table.

The water workers skillfully cut open it like a large piece of meat in the kitchen, and searched inside: the front one picked out a small piece of something useful, picked it out with tweezers and put it into the next container, and then sent it to another container after inspection. An assembly line; someone then removes some remaining tissue, puts it in another glass dish, and is sent aside for cleaning.The remaining useless parts, after processing, will eventually be transferred to him for final decomposition.

Fan Shu knew this move.And that's just the lowest level.When you do the worst thing, everything else is easier to live with.But he still has to ask: "How to deal with it?"

"It's divided, and it must be divided finely, otherwise the grinder will be stuck, especially the part of the skull," the foreman said pouted, "if it's ok, and if it's qualified, old man Gan will guide you."

He glanced at an old man standing quietly behind him at some point, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, his thin skin was all wrinkled together, like a handful of dry wood, and he seemed to be a hundred years old, without saying a word. stared at him as if staring at a ghost.

They left after talking.Fan Shu didn't move, the thing came to him along with the teleportation belt, it was already out of shape, it looked like some kind of disembowelled beast.Old man Gan waited there, not in a hurry. "To cut it from the head, first remove the limbs," he said slowly, his voice sounded like gravel, bumping back and forth in the circular vault.

Reason told him that these were dead "angels".But the edge of the field of vision becomes blurred under the light, as if the boundary between man and ghost is also swaying and blurring together.He used to be an undercover agent and had access to the entire upper-level sales network, but they were all "special products" and "first-class products". He had never seen an "angel" of this quality, nor had he seen such Such as "garbage classification", the final disposal method of such "defective products" after they are consumed.

"What are you going to do with them...?"

"Dead is dead... what to do... is it important?"