Chapter 657

Portland Street.

The second floor of an old house.

Two bartenders, wearing suits and bow ties, stood behind the wooden bar.

They have white skin and blond hair. They shake the Boston mixing pot and mix refreshing cocktails.

In the bar, there is a melodious jazz.

This is a standard British cocktail. No matter the boss, waiter or bartender, they are all white skinned ghosts.

The guests are also mainly ghost people.

Unlike most of the noisy song and dance halls, KTVs and bars in Lan street, the style, mood and atmosphere are very good.

James Bond was dressed in a black leather jacket. He went to the bar and sat down. He confidently raised his right hand and snapped his fingers: "Hey, man, the whiskey is sour! Shake well, don't stir! "

"Hi! sir! As you wish! " A bartender smiled and greeted him very gentlemanly.

……

The bartender began to mix wine.

A ghost lady with curly hair and a white suit, a little older, pushed a glass of cranberry wine and sat quietly beside James: "bond, long time no see."

The bartender brought a glass of whisky sour.

James Bond tasted the wine and said with a smile, "Mrs. m, you are still as beautiful and moving as your wine."

The bartender stood in front, raised his eyes and looked at the ceiling.

He believed that if he was not forced by the pressure of life, the handsome man in front of him would not lie with his eyes open.

If the other party has begun to lie? Oh! god! That must be a rich woman!

"I hope I can see you again next time and see every employee a lot." Mrs. m said this, put her head close to bond's ear, moved her red lips and whispered, "I'm every excellent CIA agent."

"They should not die on Hong Kong Island."

The bartender turned his back to blend the other guests.

He really didn't want to see a handsome young man flirting with an old woman.

It makes him feel like a pervert.

And bond also came to Mrs. M's ear and said, "as you know, I also noticed that the Hong Kong Island police are investigating our valuable agents, but we are ready and will not send agents in the next operation. Now even if they check, they can't find several of our elites. At most, they can touch several peripheral personnel. "

"I almost forgot that I did it once."

"They may find me, but I'm not afraid, just as you are." James Bond preached.

Mrs. m picked up the delicate glass in front of her and drank a sip of wine: "but the action to eliminate the traitors should continue!"

"I have made a plan and will contact the people of unit 701." James Bond mentioned another terrible name, which surprised Mrs. M: "you mean the reformer troops secretly supported by the military?"

"Cut! What transformation! " James Bond disdained: "it's just some inferior experimental products that use drugs to cut off pain nerves. This kind of experimental product has been studied in various countries, but it is always inferior and only suitable for solving some dirty work."

"Mr. governor of Hong Kong has some relations with the military, and he can also mobilize 701 troops." James Bond raised his glass and took a sip of whisky sour. With a sigh of surprise, he said comfortably: "after this operation, the military will remove unit 701! Civilized society does not need them! "

Mrs. m shows some sympathy on her face. She can be an intelligence officer, even a female intelligence officer.

She also understands reality.

The sympathy on his face soon disappeared.

The 701 unit is still under the jurisdiction of the military, has not launched a clearance plan, and has not defected on a large scale.

But it is said that there has been a defection.

Of course, the 701 army still has some merits, and even received more cruel training and stronger combat effectiveness.

Only the side effects of drug transformation make them easy to lose their mind, resulting in their inability to perform high-level tasks and will eventually be abandoned by the military.

James Bond looked down on them, but did not deny their strength. Only then would they replace the Mio to implement the plan and eliminate the defectors. And he took the agents of the military intelligence agency to quietly hide behind the scenes, plan operations and continue to work for the Hong Kong Island government.

Being a man... No matter which country, eating brain is the key.

"James! I look forward to your return with honor! " Mrs. m raised her glass. James smiled and said, "bond, please call me bond."

"Ding!" When the two glasses collided, James drank all the wine in one gulp and photographed Zhang pound happily: "Goodyear. M, qsir is waiting for me at home."

"You play not only the old rich woman, but also the man?" The bartender looked back and watched James leave. He was surprised and immediately regretted: "I knew I should have asked this gentleman for contact information..."

……

"Bang! Bang! Bang! "

The next day.

evening.

Central, in front of a western restaurant.

Mr. Chen Yingjie, director of a department of the Education Bureau, took his family to the restaurant for dinner.

After a meal, five people in a family walked out of the restaurant door, holding hands and smiling.

A six member joint protection group, dressed in suits and armed, surrounded the family.

A group of people have the feeling of a big boss eating. They are surrounded by suits and bodyguards. They have a lot of pomp.

But "Chen Yingjie" is not a big boss, and the joint protection group is not used for ostentation. They will appear because of danger!

At this time, several shots rang out in succession. At the flower garden at the door of the restaurant, several flowers were petaled. The elite of the protection group who smelled the danger responded quickly. Two of them pawned three bullets for the VIP. Then there was a gunshot at the door of the restaurant, and the whole restaurant screamed and panicked.

……

night.

Seven o'clock.

In a high-end apartment in Kowloon District, a section chief of the Education Bureau sat in his study, holding a pen and thinking about a document.

Starting today, the Chinese in the Education Bureau who intend to stand on Zhuang Shikai's side have taken a clear-cut stand and intervened in the reform action from the administration.

To tell the truth, the governor of Hong Kong is determined to carry out education reform. There is no need to vote. Because the top level of the education bureau is a ghost, completely in the hands of the Hong Kong Governor, even if the vote can not be stopped.

Therefore, if Chinese want to prevent educational reform, they can only adopt the "three no principles" of "refusing to cooperate, refusing to obey and refusing to implement". Ghost guy executives can't approve every document by themselves, and write every copy by themselves, right?

And under the influence of Zhuang Shikai, now ghost guy can't even find a printing factory! There are no Chinese printers on Hong Kong Island who dare to cooperate with the Education Bureau. Interestingly, there are no British funded printers on Hong Kong Island because the profits of the printers are low.

What do foreign adults think of this small business? The education bureau wants to buy the printing factory at a high price, but no one sells it. It is not because Zhuang Sir will pay a higher price, but because Zhuang Sir has spoken.

It is said that the Hong Kong Governor's government is considering plans to buy printing equipment from abroad and re-establish printing plants on Hong Kong Island.

Of course, when he bought back the printing equipment, the educational reform action would have been scrapped long ago. No matter how much you buy, you buy for nothing.

Now the work of the education bureau is at a standstill, and gradually other bureaucrats and even grass-roots employees begin to take the initiative to contact the people around Mr. Zhuang and try to respond to his call.

The snowball began to roll slowly again, the cohesion became stronger and stronger, and the leading figures had set off!

After thinking, section chief Zhao finally wrote: "respecting Chinese history is the primary principle for Hong Kong people to govern Hong Kong and Hong Kong people to love Hong Kong..."

"Bang! Bang! Bang! " Outside the apartment, a burst of fierce gunfire rang out. The police officers of the joint protection group shouted loudly and fought hard to exchange fire, while section chief Zhao remained motionless and remained calm. He continued to write quickly and criticize the current disadvantages.

Some of the feelings of Hong Kong Island have reappeared.

the second day.

Morning.

Zhuang Shikai finished a high-level meeting of the action department and immediately returned to the office with Zhuo Jingquan.

Zhuo Jingquan just took the initiative to come up with a picture to report to him. It seems that something has happened below.

Zhuang Shikai sat back in his armchair with a little thought, picked up his coffee, drank a mouthful of hot coffee and asked, "did the military intelligence department do it?"

"Not one of them?"

Since the Mio's first assassination of Mrs. Faye can take the form of hiring killers, it may also be used for the assassination of most Chinese bureaucrats.

This is also the reason why Zhuang Shikai should divide the thorough investigation of intelligence personnel and the protection of political objectives into two actions

If the other party plays directly, it's simple. Two actions are combined into one. It's good to kill directly.

Anyway, the mood is in place.

There are more supporters.

Zhuo Jingquan nodded: "yes, the person who did it was not a military intelligence agent."

"This is a picture of the scene. Judging from their actions, they are more like professional killers. " Zhuo Jingquan handed out a stack of photos and put them on the desktop: "it's still a top international killer!"

Zhuang Shikai lowered his head, picked up the photos, kept pulling and inserting his hands, alternating and browsing.

He looked at the blood and the bodies of the guys in the picture.

He asked in a deep voice, "do brothers sacrifice a lot?"

Zhuo Jingquan took a deep breath: "more than a dozen."

"Still hold on!"

"VIP didn't die?" Zhuang Shikai put down the photo and asked again.

"None!" Zhuo Jingquan replied, "there were six assassinations last night. One escaped through the back door of the restaurant, one protected the target and hid in a safe house, and the other four were supported until the police and stormtroopers arrived in the area and successfully drove the criminals back."

"Jump on the street!"

"The military intelligence department of the ghost guy really doesn't know how many killers he keeps!" Zhuang Shikai's eyes were stained with killing intention, and he asked in a rough voice, "didn't you drag back the bodies of several killers!"

"Yes!" Zhuo Jingquan replied: "last night, senior inspector Shi Qingyun of the serious case in Mong Kok rushed to the scene to support, led people to fight with killers and killed one."

"The point is... The point is that the autopsy report is strange." Zhuo Jingquan saw Zhuang Sir's expression... It was to mobilize troops to kill the killers.

"What's strange?" Zhuang Shikai raised his eyes to Zhuo Jingquan, looked at him up and down, and then simply picked up the phone and dialed the number: "Yazi, go to the assurance department to get an autopsy report."