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Wang Manchun of the Operations Division was promoted two ranks within two years of his employment, and because he focused on information science during his school days, he was transferred to a team of the Intelligence Division as the team leader and awarded the rank of captain.

People often only care about a person's promotion speed. A man's promotion speed is still unbelievable, let alone a woman?In this era, the speed of promotion is only related to ability, and it is all on the surface. As for what she has done in private, how many people care?

In 1937, the Battle of Songhu broke out, Shanghai fell, and government agencies retreated across the board.But Wang Manchun stayed and continued to work as a latent member of the military command.Picketing spies, strangling police officers, and helping the Japanese army intercept a large amount of information and war reports made her rise up and become more ruthless.

In 1938, his uncle Wang Fuqu returned to China and took up the post of Deputy Director of Nanjing Finance Department.

The relationship with Minglou gradually eased. After the long cold war period, the letters between them changed from one letter a month to one letter a week.He always said that he was very busy, and when he was too busy, he would get away and write her love letters like letters.

As if she had regained her love, she wrote back and asked, are you not afraid of being seen by others?

He replied, I'm not afraid, I never need to cover up my heart for you.

Minglou is the person who knows her best, so he advised her to have a good relationship with the family, to get along with colleagues, and even encouraged her to interact with people more, just like her big brother.

Ah Cheng also wrote frequently, quietly telling her about Minglou, including his recent situation and relationships, or reminding her to add clothes.

Others say that Manchun is too ruthless, but some people prefer this one. There are always gifts from suitors on the desk.

She had screened suitors based on the type of gift, trying to pick a few suitable people to associate with, but often to no avail.No one is better than her senior brother, Ming Lou can compare to a group of people in any matter.

What's more, after dating for a period of time, after digging out their hearts and souls, they found out that the other party is a jerk who eats and drinks.The final result, of course, was to be dumped by her, and then died in the gang fight.

In this era when human life is so trivial, it is not surprising that one or two people of no status die.Ever since she discovered this, it seemed as if a hole had been opened, and the dark side flowed out along the hole, flooding her whole body.

Then there is the endless fall.

What about falling?And no one will save.

Snow in Paris.

The cafe shooting had just ended when a man in black pinned a tall, thin young man to the ground with his backhand and put a gun to his head.

"Operation code." Minglou gritted his teeth and asked viciously.

Ah Cheng stared blankly at the snow-white ground, and his knees rubbed against the cobblestones painfully, but he didn't seem to notice.

The mission was successful.

However, all members of his team died.

except him.

"Operation code name!" Minglou's voice became more and more ruthless, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed against Ah Cheng's temple, leaving obvious marks.

Ash closed his eyes.

"Mingcheng. Speak up! Give me an explanation!" Water from the snow melted down Minglou's forehead and dripped into his eyes. Minglou's team, who had completed the mopping up work, was about to retreat. A person walked over and said something to him. What, Minglou said: "You retreat first, I have something to ask him."

He lowered his head and whispered in his ear, "I'll give you one last chance, Operation Code!"

"Brother..." Ah Cheng said tremblingly, "The operation code name is...Hawkeye..."

Minglou frowned, and finally took the gun away.

Ming Lou stretched out his hand in front of Ah Cheng, "Traveling in Europe three groups, Cobra."

Ah Cheng raised his eyes, with tears in his eyes.

"Five groups traveling in Europe, celadon."

A police whistle sounded not far away, and Minglou's eyes suddenly became sharp. He looked left and right, bent down and quickly pulled up his second brother who was kneeling in the snow in a thin shirt.

"Go home and talk."

Wang Manchun looked at the large bouquet of flowers on the desk, picked them up without blinking, and threw them into the trash can.

"Report."

"Come in."

Zhu Huiyin pushed the door in and handed her a report.

Then she saw flowers in the trash can.

"You like it?" Wang Manchun asked while flipping through the information.

"No... don't like..."

"If you like it, I will stop at your desk next time. I don't like these." She signed and handed the document back to Zhu Huiyin, "By the way, tell those people, I don't like boring people, and I'm not interested Play with them."

"Yes." Zhu Huiyin said.

The content of this report came from an elegantly dressed Chinese-Japanese mixed-race Shanghai woman. After she led someone to search the radio station, she voluntarily gave the address of another radio station.Wang Manchun immediately ordered that he lead people to search a radio station in the French Concession. He wore casual clothes in order to hide his eyes and ears, and when he knocked on the door, he met a person's face.

"You are?" the man said, with an elegant tone, with some doubts and haziness that hadn't woken up.

Her eyes swept him up and down, and put on a faintly charming smile.

"Didn't your husband ask me to come here?" Wu Nong said softly, and her hand gently put on his shoulder, "Mister also said that he wants to continue dancing with me."

The man's shoulders were a little stiff, but he relaxed immediately, and actively grabbed her body, which was about to lean on him, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Miss, I'm afraid I made a mistake. I'm not the person you're looking for. You still..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Manchun smiled, took out his gun from under the cheongsam, put it quietly against his waist, and whispered, "That's up to you."

The action team immediately put the man on the ground, and she went in to check it herself.

Sure enough, there was a transmitter hidden in the dark compartment deep in the closet.

The man looked at her fixedly: "What evidence do you have to prove that this is mine?"

"What evidence do you have to prove that this is not yours?" Wang Manchun squatted in front of him, looked at the man lying on the ground with his hands locked, blinked and said, "Do you know? You were betrayed, betrayed yours!" People are the closest people to you.”

The man's eyes widened.

"Hi, Venomous Bee," she said with a smile.

This year, she was 27 years old.

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