Wang Rong took the conversation calmly and finally raised his head.

For just a moment, the man codenamed "Poison Arrow" couldn't help but feel a thump in his heart when he met that cold, murderous gaze.

"I understand!"

He didn't dare to talk back.

Although Xiang Shenghui arranged for him to interact with Wang Rong, it does not mean that the status of the two is the same.

If he hadn't chosen a special route, he would be extremely adaptable to the abilities brought by the route.

Otherwise, a hundred or a thousand of them would not be as important as a hair on Wang Rong's head in the eyes of Xiang Shenghui.

"It's good if you understand. If you understand, you are a good boy."

The owner of the back hall came over with side dishes and rice porridge.

Wang Rong stopped talking, his cold expression returned to its usual warmth, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Poison Arrow breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly finished his breakfast, and fled out of the restaurant in a panic.

He had never seen Wang Rong show such a murderous expression just now, as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Fortunately I didn't ask further, otherwise I would have been in trouble."

I don't know what kind of information it was that made Wang Rong so nervous.

Poison Arrow muttered in his heart, and quickly came to the corner of Erxing Street, where his figure began to become blurry.

Two minutes later, a middle-aged man who looked a little rickety walked out of the corner and walked towards Qixing Street.

At the same time, Wang Rong also finished his breakfast and picked up a tissue to wipe his mouth.

"Minister Wang, does today's meal suit your taste?"

"Yeah, it tastes a bit spicy. I've been working overtime recently and have a bad stomach, so I can't eat such a spicy taste."

"Oh? Can I give you something lighter next time?"

The boss's expression remained unchanged, and there was indeed no overtone in the conversation between the two.

"That's okay. You can't eat until you have a stomachache and then think of something to do. That would be so uncomfortable."

"Understood, I've written it down, please walk slowly."

Watching Wang Rong leave the restaurant, the boss collected the tableware and put it in the pool in the back hall.

It's noon.

The hourly worker responsible for cleaning the dishes came to the door. He was a strong young man and looked full of energy.

"Boss, I'm here!"

"Everything is in the back kitchen. Just watch and wash it. I'll go up and take a rest."

"Okay."

The muscular young man nodded and turned to the kitchen.

The bowls and chopsticks in the sink have been piled half as high as a person, several thick piles, and the workload is obviously not small.

But at this time, the young man's attention was not focused on this. Instead, he caught a glimpse of the protruding wooden poles in the wood stove next to him.

Pulling it out slightly, only half of the wooden pole came out.

He lowered his head and looked inside, and it turned out to be an arrow.

The front was burnt black by charcoal fire, and the arrow shaft was broken by someone with external force, and lay in several pieces in the fire pit.

"Poison Arrow."

The young man's heart suddenly sank.

But what was even more horrifying was that when he turned around, the owner of the restaurant was standing at the door of the kitchen.

"Xiao Zhu, what are you looking at?"

"Let me clean the stove. There seems to be some unburnt wood in there."

"Oh, then clean up and do a good job!"

The boss looked up and down, nodded slightly, and walked upstairs.

It wasn't until the footsteps faded away that Xiao Zhu breathed a sigh of relief and walked quickly to the sink to wash the pots and dishes.

Damn Xiangshenghui, a group of traitors who believe in taking refuge with foreigners, are so ruthless that they even want to kill their own people!

Poison Arrow was their target that they had been tracking for more than half a month, but they didn't expect that they would be killed one step ahead before the net was confiscated.

If he hadn't been smart just now, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to get out of the back kitchen door today.

More than an hour passed.

After receiving today's salary, Xiao Zhu went out and hurried to a restaurant on Erxing Street.

The pay for dishwashing jobs is not high, but the advantage is that the wages are paid on a daily basis. For people like Xiao Zhu whose family members are seriously ill and in urgent need of money, it is indeed a good choice.

Standing in front of the small window on the second floor of the Flame Restaurant, the restaurant owner stared at the departing figure for a long time before slowly looking back.

"Is it my imagination?"

He carefully investigated Xiao Zhu's background, and Xiangshenghui also arranged for people to check it several times, but no problem was found.

"It seems that I have been too nervous recently. Fortunately, it will be the "Autumn Harvest" time in a few days."

In the evening, Tianxing Street is located in the military control zone of the main city.

In front of a black three-story building, two off-road vehicles completely painted black and covered with armor drove in.

The guard at the door stepped forward to check the ID, stepped back and saluted.

After passing six checkpoints in a row, the off-road vehicle finally arrived at the parking area of ​​the three-story building.

The car door opens.

Xiao Zhu, who was a dishwasher during the day, had already put on a black full-coverage combat uniform and jumped out of the back of the car.

"Go in, the director is waiting for you."

"yes!"

Xiao Zhu walked quickly towards the building and passed through several checkpoints before entering the building.

Under the leadership of two guards, we arrived at the conference room on the third underground floor.

The door opens.

A middle-aged man with a resolute face sat inside, flipping through information in his hands.

"Hello, sir!"

Xiao Zhu quickly saluted.

As the chief of the Longqi Special Operations Division, this big boss is definitely elusive, and only two people at the grassroots level have seen him.

"Come in."

"yes!"

Xiao Zhu walked in quickly and reported the report immediately after the door was closed.

"In the afternoon, after detecting that the codename 'Ghost Hand' was planning to silence 'Poison Arrow', we immediately took emergency action, persuading Poison Arrow to abandon the dark side and turn to the light, and used Poison Arrow's special camouflage ability to help him fake his death and escape from the surveillance of the Xiangsheng Association. Currently,

It can be found out based on the interrogation information.”

Speaking of this, Xiao Zhu hesitated.

"Don't worry, just say whatever you want."

"Yes, it has been found out that the superior of 'Poison Arrow' is none other than Minister Wang of the Information Transceiver Department, Wang Rong, codenamed 'Scorpio'. We have learned a lot about the interactions between Minister Wang and Xiangshenghui, and we have learned from several important points

Relevant evidence was found.”

"Is it Wang Rong?"

The chief was stunned, sighed, and didn't speak for a long time.

It's not that he can't accept this result, but he feels a little sad that humans who have reached this point will still choose to fall.

"I remember his precious daughter's funeral. It seemed like the funeral was held two months ago?"

"Yes, he was terminally ill and died without treatment."

"Did he die without treatment?"

"It is rumored that this is the case, but there is also news that when he was doing activities outside, he was targeted by a few unemployed gangsters who were new to the territory, and then"

Xiao Zhu said, his voice couldn't help but lower.

Confrontations in the dark are often more deadly than in the open, and Wang Rong's willingness to fall is probably due to this.

But can aliens really satisfy his desires?

The answer is yes.
Chapter completed!