Yanzhi covered her head and dodged, but her eyes were still focused on the fight. She was most concerned about the mysterious person who had just helped her.
She had a feeling that this person was familiar.
The panicked crowd scurried around in front of her. Black Panther was picking up scraps and walking through the scene, but in front of Yanzhi at this moment, it was as if they did not exist.
Her mind was replaying everything about You-Know-Who, from his appearance to his departure. She did not miss a single thing. She replayed, slowed down, and paused the scene as if she was watching a surveillance video.
Suddenly, he frowned and tears flowed down his face."No, no,"
"It's not you. I was wrong. It definitely wasn't you. You are definitely not a traitor."
As soon as he finished speaking, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and ran wildly home.
As soon as the iron gate of the Zhao Residence opened, the butler welcomed him warmly with a smile."Young Miss is back."
"Young Miss!"
The butler was confused. He didn't inform his family that he was coming back and didn't ask for a car to pick him up. The young miss, who was usually quite polite to the servants, actually ignored him.
Peng ~
The moment he returned to his room, the door was tightly shut.
She lay down on the bed and covered her head with the blanket. Darkness, darkness, darkness could make her memories more accurate.
"No, I must be wrong. You have a reason, right?”
"There must be some detail that I missed. You're not, you're not."
At the headquarters of the National Salvation Association in Shanghai, the director of the National Salvation Association was a shrewd and hot-blooded middle-aged man named Wan Zhichao.
He sat in his office chair and looked at Song Mian and the others who were in a sorry state.
Pa ~
He placed them on the table. "Awesome? What's so awesome about that?"
"Usually, everyone brags about how amazing their skills are.”
"Why, are you listless?"
"President, we've already got the big female fish, but someone came out of nowhere to bite the golden egg." Song Mian raised his head and said. Too powerful, I was completely suppressed.”
Wan Zhichao was about to lose his temper, but after thinking about it, only the others left. Only he and Song Mian were left in the office.
"Little Song, sit down and talk."
Song Mian sat down on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and handed one to the president.
whew ~~
"Speak! What happened?"
"On this routine fishing trip, you met two experts at the same time. What a coincidence!”
Song Mian stood up and leaned against the windowsill. His eyes were sharp and full of question marks.
"That's right! The first was a woman called Zhao Yanzhi. She was quite good-looking. He was skilled and meticulous, especially in terms of hearing. Through the three millimeters of iron plate, he could hear everything the other party sent.”
"When I reviewed it, it was not wrong at all.”
Wan Zhichao was so surprised that his cigarette burned his hand.
"This is too terrifying! Human ears surpass dog ears."
"Yes, that's right." Song Mian nodded. Her appearance reminded me of someone.”
"Who?" Wan Zhichao asked with his eyes wide open.”
"My instructor."
Before the mysterious man appeared, Song Mian's skills were considered one of the best in Shanghai's secret agent world. He was known as a pistol marksman and a rifle marksman. He was on par with the Sakamoto Special Higher Police and Ichiro Watanabe, who was known as Sakamoto's number one shooter.
Wan Zhichao had asked him many times who his instructor was, but Song Mian had never mentioned a word. Old Wan was an expert, so he understood. However, the curiosity in his heart was once again raised to the highest level.
"Little Song, who is your omnipotent instructor?”
"Hehe, don't ask. The seven days he taught me are enough for me to use for a lifetime. I've learned combat, marksmanship, and scouting.”
"The only thing I lack is talent. Scene replay, hearing, no talent.”
"But this girl reminds me of him.”
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.
Dong dong ~
"Come in."
"President, I've found it. Zhao Yanzhi, the president of Jinxin Bank, Zhao Changming's daughter.”
Wan Zhichao looked at the information and said with a deep gaze,""Xiao Song, since you know each other, please invite me over tomorrow! Her ability couldn't fall into the hands of the underground party, let alone in the hands of herself.”
"Yes, sir!"
Wan Zhichao closed Yanzhi's information and said with bright eyes,""Then, what about the mysterious person who helped him?”
When Song Mian heard about the mysterious person, his gaze became even more profound than when he mentioned Yanzhi. As for Yanzhi, he at least knew who she was. As for the other stories, he could slowly understand them.
As for the mysterious person, he closed his eyes and the process of fighting with him appeared.
"Suppress. I feel that he can kill me.”
"Are you giving in on purpose?" Old Wan frowned.”
"I don't know, I don't know."
Old Wan was anxious. "Who is it? The people of the Celestial Dynasty are still you."
Song Mian took his coat and walked out of the office.
"Where are we going?"
"Monitor the Fuji Chamber of Commerce closely. We need to understand the importance of the information and its influence on us.”
"The war is about to break out. General Zhang Zhizhong's Ninth Army has already begun to deploy.”
"The calm before the battle is the precursor to the outbreak of the war.”
"Information is especially important."
As soon as he finished speaking, he called his men and dressed up as a rickshaw driver, newspaper seller, etc., and went to the vicinity of the Fuji Chamber of Commerce.
Meanwhile, in the headquarters of the Fuji Chamber of Commerce, Kumoko Minamizo's eyes were like an angry she-wolf as she pointed her pistol at Aoki Takeshi's forehead.
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