Swallowing the Seas

The aftermath of the bomb blast reverberated in the void for a long time, shielding all sounds from the invisible barrier. After a few seconds, a leader of the Jinhai Municipal Committee squeezed out his voice:

"What... what do you mean? Isn't he a 'painter'? Who is Agui?"

Lin Hao suppressed his emotions and was about to speak, but Zhang Zhixing preempted him: "Do you know Thayer, the drug lord in the Golden Triangle? If you know Thayer, you will know who the most loyal bodyguard around his only daughter is." He maliciously asked Wu Yu took a look and said with a smile: "Look, no one has known about you for ten years. What a pity—I think back then even King Jinjie had to call you brother, didn't you?"

Diamond Jack? !

No one knows who Ah Gui is, but when it comes to Diamond J, everyone knows everyone. It is conceivable what role Jin Jie can call him.The face of the leader of the municipal party committee became even uglier in an instant, and he pointed at Wu Yu with livid eyes and trembled for a while: "But...but that doesn't make sense? You Yundian couldn't find out that you came back from undercover in 12 years and changed people? You really——— "

Lin Hao's voice was tense: "It's not what you think."

"Why isn't it what we thought?! What's going on here?! You put people from drug lords in our Jinhai as meritorious undercover agents, what on earth are you trying to do—"

"Captain Wu." At this time Song Ping interrupted in a deep voice: "Don't you have anything to say?!"

The whole room fell silent in an instant, and in full view of everyone, Wu Yu looked down at the stagnant air in front of him, not looking at anyone, let alone Bu Chonghua.

After a while, he finally took a breath and said, "No."

"you……"

"It's me who replaced Zhixing."

——I took the place of understanding.

Every word of his was very plain and clear, but like a red-hot steel needle, Song Ping's expression changed suddenly: "Captain Wu!"

On the other side, Lin Hao finally couldn't take it anymore: "I said it's not what you think!"

Everyone was startled by Lin Hao's unusually anxious voice, and then he took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions again: "The undercover plan is more complicated than everyone imagined, and I also slowed down after Zhang Boming died. Slowly figuring out the clues, but I am sure that the artist for the past 12 years has been Wu Yu. Counting from the time when he was imprisoned in the Jinkang District Detention Center, to the hunt for sharks a year ago, there was no one else from the beginning to the end, it was him!"

"Fart!" The leader just now was extremely angry: "You Yundian dare to use a drug lord's pony as an undercover agent?!"

"Don't call him that!" Bu Chonghua, who had been silent all this time, shouted suddenly.

The leader was dumbfounded: "You, you, you..."

"Everyone be quiet!" Song Ping scolded, then turned to Lin Hao with a frown: "Then who is Xie Xing?"

Lin Hao glanced at Wu Yu.

Even though he was the center of all the chaos, this person was extraordinarily silent, as if all emotions, all expressions, and even all sensuality had faded from him, as silent as a pool of stagnant water.

"Xie Xing is an undercover officer officially registered by the special situation, code-named 'painter', but he is not the only undercover in the special situation team. We sent out many people in batches 13 years ago, all of whom were selected after various assessments. The same loyalty and excellence." Lin Hao paused, it seemed that it was difficult to find suitable words to modify his meaning, and finally he had to give up: "—Xie Xing is just the last link in a huge plan."

Although the truth is ugly, it is actually understandable.How could an infiltration operation with such a long span, such a dramatic intensity, and such a huge investment of resources put all the bets on one person, and let a 20-year-old young man take the lead alone?

"The infiltration plan back then was called selecting undercover agents. In fact, the requirements in all aspects were the same as training agents. Otherwise, the people sent out would not be able to infiltrate the core of drug trafficking in the Golden Triangle. Xie Xing is indeed outstanding, but he is just an intern who dropped out of junior high school. Under normal circumstances, he shouldn’t have been recruited as a policeman, but Zhang Boming privately recommended him to Hu Liangan, the head of the special affairs team, and then Lao Hu gave him an exception.”

Speaking of this, Lin Hao's expression is also a bit complicated: "Every undercover agent sent by the special situation team has its own operation code, and Xie Xing's initial operation code is called Tanli."

The pearl of the husband's daughter must be in the abyss of nine layers, and Li Long's beak.If you want to seize the rare pearl under the nine layers of the abyss, you have to take advantage of the short opportunity of the evil dragon's rest, and risk your body and bones to steal it from under its chin.

"Zhang Boming's plan was to ask Xie Xing to persuade Agui, who had already penetrated into the core of the drug gang, to turn him into a real spy of the special intelligence team. But doing so violated the principle of confidentiality, because no one knew about Xie Xing. Between the two of them, Agui and who will eventually instigate who, so Zhang Boming's private plan only got the verbal approval of Hu Liangan, but the special case team has no written record, and the others are completely unaware of it."

"In the following three years, some infiltration plans of the special forces team made great progress, but most of them stagnated, and a few undercover agents died heroically. Among all the people who were released at the beginning, only Xie Xing's line was worthless. Called it a miracle, not only overcame obstacles all the way, but even assisted the border anti-narcotics to set up a surveillance station and an intelligence network. So in the third year, Lao Hu asked the special intelligence team to devote most of its resources to the line of knowing the line , The painter has become the most important and critical blade for the special situation team to go deep into the enemy's line."

Song Ping glanced at Wu Yu: "But in fact, the person who worked for the special situation team in the name of a painter is Agui?"

Lin Hao said, "Yes."

"Old Hu dared to let Zhang Boming do this, where did he have the courage?" Song Ping narrowed his sharp eyes, "Could it be that Ah Gui and Xie Xing are twins?"

The loyalty and love between the twins is even stronger than that of brothers. It is indeed possible to persuade Hu Liangan, the head of special affairs, to take a little risk for this. Song Ping has got the point.But the question is how could one of the twins go to the public university and the other become a pawn for the drug gang?

Everyone at the scene showed dazed and confused expressions at the same time, only Bu Chonghua kept staring at Wu Yu closely, and the group photo of the military training emerged in his mind like lightning - the young students who were as tall and straight as poplars, and the lonely and silent student in front of him. The silhouettes of the two gradually overlapped, but gradually staggered, finally showing the extremely subtle differences in the corners of the eyebrows and the ends of the eyes.

But those slightest doubts at that time were all subconsciously persuaded by him to ignore them on the grounds that the pixels of the group photos were blurred and 12 years of training.

It wasn't until now that he realized, all too sharply and stingingly: No, it wasn't.

It wasn't the same face, it couldn't be twins.

"...No." Lin Hao replied dryly, turned slightly to Wu Yu and asked in a low voice, "If I'm right, you should be cousins, right?"

Wu Yu didn't make a sound at first, but after a few seconds, he abruptly turned his face slightly towards the shadowy side.

This movement was so light that no one at the scene noticed it. Only Bu Chonghua saw through his most secret thoughts in the blink of an eye—he wanted to avoid his own sight.

He didn't even want to say anything in front of his own face.

"Wait, you surnamed Lin, what are you doing?" At this moment, the leader of Jinhai City on the other side couldn't help it, and asked anxiously and angrily: "You are not even twins, you can't tell the difference between cousins. The fuck is he deliberately stuffing people into us?!"

"Teqing's rules back then did have loopholes, but those undercover agents are all on the point of death, so it would be nice to leave a few file photos. Do you want them to take a few high-definition close-ups of each of them and hang them on the office wall before they leave?" Lin Hao's attitude is also not very good: "12 years of high-risk lurking, you know how many injuries and accidents you will encounter, and it is normal for your appearance, body and even facial features to change a little! Besides, except for Zhang Boming, we don't even know that there is A Gui Such a person exists, where can I think of such things as being an undercover agent and changing someone?!"

The old leader was at a loss for words for a moment, and then he became suspicious: "No, what about Hu Liang'an? Zhang Boming is dead, and the person in charge is blinded?"

As soon as the words were finished, the surroundings fell into an eerie silence. Lin Hao hesitated to speak, and slowly revealed absurdity, sarcasm, helplessness, and various complex expressions that were difficult to describe in words.

Wu Yu closed his eyes silently.

"...Old Hu had a stroke." After a long while, Lin Hao finally said helplessly, "Sudden cerebral infarction, there is no time to explain anything, that was two years ago."

It was so quiet that even Song Ping was speechless.

The bottom of Bu Chonghua's heart was hit hard, with a stabbing pain of numbness.

Fate mostly tricks people, but when it comes to A Gui, it should be that fate has never had even the slightest kindness towards him.

Hu Liang'an was an old man, worked hard for many years, and his brain was overloaded, so it was unexpected and reasonable that he suffered a stroke in the end.But if this had happened earlier, Zhang Boming might have realized the need to take precautions, and would have immediately reported Agui's existence to Feng Ju, who was later in charge of the special intelligence team; unfortunately, almost two years ago It happened to be the critical moment when the special situation team was preparing to collect the sharks, and the dust would settle in a few months.

Zhang Boming wouldn't feel that there were any changes in the few months left, and he wouldn't be in a hurry to bring up Agui's matter immediately.After all, in his perception, Agui died in the torture chamber of Hongshan, and he has been dead for a full ten years, so why rush these few months?

More importantly, if Xie Xing returns with honor, the two of them will report Agui's secrets to their superiors together. For the sake of the artist's many military exploits, who else will be stingy and unkind about Agui's reputation and martyr treatment? Criticism?

——Zhang Boming's idea was not wrong, what was wrong was that he didn't know that the artist had changed ten years ago, and he never thought that his life would end abruptly that afternoon, just like Hu Liang'an, he didn't have time to leave a word!

"That is to say, only three and a half people knew about the inside story 13 years ago, Hu Liang'an, Zhang Boming, Xie Xing, and half of Zhang Zhixing." Song Ping paused, and his sharp knife-like eyes sized Lin Hao up: "Then And you, who told you?"

Lin Hao smiled bitterly: "Zhang Boming."

"When you took the note to his ward to question him that afternoon?"

"...No," Lin Hao said with sadness in his eyes, "it was No. 15 days after he left."

Song Ping was startled.

"That morning I received a call from the investigation team, saying that Xie Xing firmly denied being involved in the murder of Zhang Boming, and my accusation against the painter lacked evidence. I was very angry and was about to go out to meet the leader of the investigation team, but someone rang My office door..."

"Jinkang District Detention Center?" Lin Hao, with his coat on his arm, kept walking, his tone was inexplicable and impatient: "When did I tell you that paper files would be destroyed, and this kind of thing has something to do with me? "

The person who came was the person in charge of the electronic information department, and his face was equally puzzled and inexplicable: "The internal order issued by you yourself, look at the date, fifteen days ago, isn't it?"

fifteen days ago.

As if an invisible hook was stretched at the nerve endings, Lin Hao stopped suddenly.

"You asked the Jinkang District Detention Center to destroy some of the designated old paper files to cooperate with the construction of the electronic data archive, and it must be completed as soon as possible within half a month-you see that the signature is correct, it is you The backstage account, right? The old files that were requested to be destroyed have been destroyed in accordance with the principle of confidentiality. Let me report to you the current operation of the electronic database, starting with the server architecture..."

The visitor was still talking about what to report, but Lin Hao was already in no mood to listen.He raised his hand in a daze and shook at the other party, walked back to his office like sleepwalking, and slammed the door behind him.

There is only one person in the entire special case team who knows his key code, but that person died fifteen days ago.

A certain kind of cold guess gradually surfaced in Lin Hao's mind like a dark shadow at the bottom of the water.

He hurried back to his desk almost in a panic, turned on the computer and logged in to the background to check the historical operation traces; rows of data on the screen were reflected in the depths of his pupils, then stopped suddenly, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

——Fifteen days ago, at 5:39 p.m., his key logged into the intelligence network and modified a detention document in the electronic archives.

The detainee is called Xie Qianshan.

All the twisted fates of that afternoon were explained in that moment.

At five o'clock, Lin Hao took a note and knocked on the door of Zhang Boming's ward. The disheartened Wu Yu no longer cared about what they were going to do with him, and turned around from the corner of the corridor and went upstairs to his ward;

At [-]:[-], Zhang Boming burned the note, saying that he wanted to be alone, Lin Hao, who was full of suspicion, had to leave and go out, and came to the lobby on the first floor of the hospital;

At [-]:[-], Zhang Boming logged into the backstage with Lin Hao's key, and quickly issued an internal order for the Yundian Jinkang District Detention Center to cooperate with the construction of the electronic archives and destroy the old paper archives as soon as possible;

Then Zhang Boming did the last thing in his life.

He brought up a photo of Xie Xing wearing a prison uniform from the custody file of the Jinkang District Detention Center, and made minor corrections to facial features, making the part of Xie Xing's features blurred, the overall image was thinner, and the eye sockets were slightly deepened. It is closer to Agui when he was young.

Xie Xing sacrificed, Hu Liangan was incapacitated, and Zhang Boming was not a single person.No one in this world can prove his innocence for the "drug dealer horse boy" who has been dead for ten years, so he simply let the name that has never been treated kindly by fate disappear forever, and let him walk in the bright light for the rest of his life in the name of Xie Xing The majestic world.

This seemingly redundant move was actually very meticulous, and it was the only way Zhang Boming could think of in his desperation.At that time, the reason why he used Lin Hao's key was because he was not sure how much his own key had been exposed to his father over the years, and he didn't want Ah Gui's safety to become a bargaining chip for his father to threaten him in the future.

At nearly six o'clock in the afternoon that day, when Zhang Boming stepped onto the roof of the hospital, he was probably still thinking about how to explain it to Lin Hao.Can you win Lin Hao's help and cover?But what he didn't expect was that he couldn't get off that rooftop again. Just a few minutes later, he fell from a high altitude, splashing blood and staining the hazy sky red.

He probably didn't expect that half a month after he passed away, Lin Fang discovered the clues from an inexplicable work report in the Jinkang District Detention Center, and then deduced the whole truth, which made the mentally broken man who had almost collapsed during the intensive interrogation Wu Yu finally got the last chance of life; the time was pushed back a year, and the detention document revised by him was faxed to the Nancheng Branch of Jinhai City. Qianshan escaped from prison. On the desktop of the office in the interrogation room, Xie Qianshan in the photo is still a young man with short black hair, fair skin, and wearing a blue prison uniform.

Only unwinding thousands of mountains to call travelers, who knows that the body is the soul that has not returned.

A Gui and Xie Xing 13 years ago stood in the same body, their eyes traveled through the raging war and chaotic time and space, and Bu Chonghua 13 years later looked at each other calmly, without any cover.

"That is to say, everything you just said is deduction and speculation, without written evidence?" Song Ping asked deeply, frowning.

The neon lights of the city reflect unfinished buildings from a distance, and rows of scaffolding cast vertical and horizontal shadows in the hall.Lin Hao swallowed, and finally said in a low voice: "There is no written evidence that has been stamped with the official seal."

"What do you mean?"

"...I got Zhang Boming's letter records more than ten years ago, investigated and understood the intelligence exchanges of the special intelligence team in the first three years after he was sent out, and went to secretly visit Hu Liang'an. At that time, Lao Hu heard the words 'Agui' There was still a reaction to the two words, he opened his mouth and yelled, his temper became very bad, and he struggled to throw things at people. The doctor said that it was actually because he was anxious, and his brain was reminding himself that he forgot an extremely important thing but he couldn't say it, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't say a word."

Lin Hao lowered his head and covered his mouth with a fist. After a while, he recovered his hoarse and steady tone: "But that was more than a year ago. When I visited him last month, Lao Hu was slumped in a wheelchair and laughed. , Smile when you see people, birds, and cars on the street. He is peaceful and happy, and has completely disappeared into the world that we can't touch."

Lin Hao looked at Wu Yu, who lowered his slightly red eyes.

"I am emotionally true," Song Ping said in a hoarse voice, but suddenly stopped.

He controlled his emotions, then changed the subject, and said, "But logically, I must bring Captain Wu back to cooperate with the investigation. This matter involves too many aspects, and we may need to take some measures against the person involved..."

Lin Hao's expression changed suddenly, and just as he was about to raise his voice to say something, the anxious old leader said angrily, "What is Captain Wu, come and take him back for me! Old Song, don't be confused, you know about this matter How bad is the nature, how serious is it?!"

Song Ping said: "Old Ji, don't..."

But the old man surnamed Ji didn't want to hear it at all: "Don't what?! Do you know which words this surnamed Lin said were true and which were false? If he said that this man surnamed Wu was a real undercover agent, you would believe it? He said that Xie Xing died at ten You believed it years ago?! Who knows if this is a nonsense they accidentally let drug dealers infiltrate the special forces team to cover up the facts?!"

Song Ping was also angry: "You are purely a conspiracy theory, you can't—"

"Nothing, do you know what it means to us to report such a big event? Ah?! Do you think you can still wear that official hat on your head?!" The old man surnamed Ji was so angry that he pointed at two An old subordinate pointed at Wu Yu again: "Pull him away! Use force!"

"Old Ji, what do you want!" Song Ping roared angrily.

"You're the one who wants to do it!" Leader Lao Ji roared louder than him.

Secretary Weng patted Song Ping on the shoulder: "Take it back first, and think about it in the long run. This matter is too big. We Jinhai really can't make the decision..."

"Take that Wu away! Put him in handcuffs and take him away!!"

--boom!

The loud noise shook the eardrums, and the chaos froze abruptly. Everyone turned their heads in astonishment.

Bu Chonghua raised the gun in one hand towards the outside of the building, smoke was still curling from the muzzle, and his voice was short and tense: "I'll see who dares to handcuff."

The old leader blushed furiously: "You—"

Bu Chonghua raised his eyes and stared at him, then slowly repeated: "I'll see who dares to handcuff."

In the dark, his eyes were cold, completely different from when he was a criminal policeman, and there was something shocking faintly.The old man surnamed Ji felt a splash of ice water in his pocket, and he couldn't help feeling chilly. At this moment, Bu Chonghua depelled the bullet from the non-standard black gun, and threw it away, slap!

The pistol fell to the ground, and several people shrugged back at the same time as if they were electrocuted.

Bu Chonghua faced the crowd, took a few steps back slowly, stopped half a meter in front of Wu Yu, turned his head and asked in a hoarse voice, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Wu Yu looked at the long dark night beside him, without saying a word.

"Wu Yu, no matter what you say, I will believe it." Bu Chonghua looked at his pale and indifferent side face, his tone was suppressed but frighteningly steady, and he paused every word: "As long as you speak now, I will believe everything you say. "