Chapter 1 Dragon City, General Bureau Headquarters

Su Tianyu was gone, but Gu Baisun still had to work overtime for him, providing him with information support.

In the conference room of the Military Affairs Department, Gu Baisun, holding a large tea mug like a veteran cadre, pointed his finger at seven or eight liaison officers and instructed, "Secretly activate the level-two network call code. Secret order: B-level intelligence officers at the Second District Station of the Regional Affairs Section, enter a state of alertness and find out as soon as possible which department arrested Lu Feng and where he is currently being held. If necessary, you can risk exposing your identity, but be sure to ensure the safety of your team members and yourself."

"Yes!"

Everyone nodded. The liaison officers immediately turned on their computers, logged into websites or social media platforms where they could contact intelligence officers, and quickly initiated the secret code call.

These liaison officers don't actually know the detailed information of the military intelligence personnel in each district. They only have the secret codebook and are mainly responsible for communication, without any real power themselves.

Gu Baisun is currently the Deputy Director of the General Bureau and concurrently the Chief of the Military Affairs Department. His personal power is second only to Su Tianyu, and he personally arranged all the dispatched intelligence officers in the Second and Third Districts.

In short, Gou Liuzi thoroughly understood Gu Baisun, maximizing his gloomy aura.

While the liaison officers were making calls, Guo Zhengdao walked in from the outside and whispered to Gu Baisun, "Do you think the Director's brain was squeezed by the door? Knowing that the situation in the Second District has changed, why did he still actively drill into a dangerous place?"

"Sizzle!"

Gu Baisun took a sip of tea, leaned back in his chair, and replied, "Someone else wouldn't be enough weight, and the Sixth Bureau wouldn't take it seriously enough. This matter of Lu Feng can't be delayed, otherwise, once it's confirmed that he's engaged in espionage activities, no one will be able to save him. The Director is going to put pressure on the other party. After all, with the canal protecting him, as long as the other party isn't brain-dead, they definitely won't go too far. Otherwise, if Panama City restricts traffic, how many foreign trade companies in the Second District will jump up and curse?"

Guo Zhengdao leaned over and sat down, "That's true. Do you think Lu Feng might have been targeted?"

"It's hard to say. But his accident is the beginning of chaos for the Chinese folk organizations. The First, Second, and Third Districts are all battlefields." Gu Baisun said very precisely, "Watch, in the coming period, the slaughter surrounding this change will not be small."

Guo Zhengdao nodded.

"Report!"

Just as the two were talking, a liaison officer stood up and immediately shouted, "Second District, intelligence officer code-named 'Qingshan Rabbit' has responded. He said he understands the Bureau's orders and will start the investigation as quickly as possible."

"Reply, 'Wish him well'," Gu Baisun said, holding his teacup.

"Yes!"

"Report, intelligence officer code-named 'Third Production Team' has responded!"

"Same as before."

"Report, intelligence officer code-named 'Du Long' has responded!"

"..." Gu Baisun put down his teacup, stunned for a moment, and frowned, "Damn, this code-name is a bit suggestive! Reply, 'Wish her well.' Organization advises her to change her code-name, suggesting something more sunny and healthy."

In about an hour, six secret intelligence officers responded to the call and entered working status.

...

Late at night, a little after nine o'clock.

In a coffee shop in Manchester, a middle-aged man who drives for a Chinese leader in a municipal unit was sitting quietly by the window.

He is a B-level agent of the General Bureau, a military intelligence fighter code-named Pangolin. This person has been in the Second District for more than two years. He started working at the London Port Wharf, and later, through introductions, he came to the Second District to drive for a leader.

B-level military intelligence agents are generally people who can enter the system or have access to the system, directly managed by the local station leader, with a very high level of confidentiality.

Pangolin was wearing an ordinary, cheap suit, sitting in his chair, occasionally turning his head to look out the window.

He was waiting for a friend from the airport ground service management department to come. According to the information released by the higher-ups, Lu Feng was arrested at the airport, so the management department must have received advance notice. Therefore, inquiring from this line is likely to yield results.

Time passed by, and the time they had agreed upon had passed.

Pangolin felt anxious, lowered his head to look at his watch, took out his phone, and prepared to contact his friend.

"Creak!"

Just then, a young couple walked in from outside.

Pangolin glanced at them out of the corner of his eye, and then looked out the window. He saw two more cars parked outside the alley on the left.

This feeling was not good! Pangolin looked down at his watch again and finally chose to pretend to make a call, striding towards the restroom.

The essence of military intelligence work is actually walking on the edge of a knife. For a long-term sleeper agent, it is also very taboo to suddenly contact information targets, especially this kind of already revealed information target.

What is a revealed target?

The airport has already had an incident. At this time, a driver from a municipal unit suddenly contacted airport insiders to inquire about the situation, which in itself is very suspicious, even if the two are friends.

But there was no other way. The higher-ups needed the intelligence too urgently, and Pangolin could only make himself effective as quickly as possible.

But as he walked towards the restroom, Pangolin still felt some regret. He looked up at the sign in the corridor and saw the English sign for the back door exit.

"Swish!"

Pangolin put his right hand in his pocket, quickened his pace, and walked directly towards the back door.

"Tap tap!"

Immediately afterward, rapid footsteps came from the entrance of the corridor behind him.

Without thinking, Pangolin started running, and at the same time, he saw out of the corner of his eye that the young couple and four strong men were chasing after him.

"Stop!"

"Don't move, or we'll shoot!"

"..."

Shouts rang out from behind. Pangolin knocked over a large pile of miscellaneous boxes, staggered out of the narrow corridor, and came to the iron gate at the back of the coffee shop.

"Creak!"

The door opened, and just as Pangolin was about to rush out, he saw two men wearing tracksuits and baseball caps, each holding a Remington shotgun, squinting at him.

Pangolin was stunned, thinking they were local military intelligence personnel, and instinctively wanted to raise his arm and shoot.

"You go."

At this moment, the two men actually moved aside.

Pangolin paused for a moment and strode out.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

The two men simultaneously racked the slides, raising their guns and aiming at the narrow corridor.

"Bang!"

"Clang!"

"Bang!"

"..."

Gunshots exploded in the dark night, and a bloody mist rose in the corridor. Six unprepared Sixth Bureau agents were blown to pieces by the Remingtons, their bodies falling to the ground in bloody, fragmented pieces.

Pangolin was dumbfounded.

The two men reloaded and turned to leave, extremely decisive.

"You... are you from the Bureau's Action Department?" Pangolin thought he had met his own people and asked, looking up.

Next to him, a young man with a thin figure and a baseball cap on his head shouted at Pangolin from beside an SUV with its license plate covered, "They only sent six people. You've been exposed. Just go back to your hometown. Also..."

"What?" Pangolin asked.

"Tell Director Su that an old friend saved one of his men. He owes us a favor." After the young man finished speaking, he pulled open the car door and sat inside, waving his hand lightly and shouting, "Goodbye."

What old friend?

What favor?

The strongest special agent, Pangolin, was also confused.