MTL - How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police-Chapter 115 Trapped Scotland 3

A wicked smile appeared on Ley's face, and his dark green eyes glanced at him coldly.

Down Valley Zero's mind was blank.

For a long time, he could only barely maintain a stiff expression on his face, but he could never say a word.

When Jingguang went undercover, he carefully prepared a new name and a new identity. But how could Lei in front of him know the name of Zhu Fu Jingguang?

Under what circumstances would an undercover agent reveal his real name?

Did something really happen to Jingguang? Is the person who was pushed down from a height in the video really Zhu Fu Jingguang?

No, not possible. Even if Jingguang is really on the verge of death, it is impossible to reveal his name to the people of the organization, which is likely to lead to the pursuit of the organization and hurt Jingguang's family. But since Ley can tell Jing Guang's real name, it means that there must be some contact between them.

What exactly is going on?

And the strange thing is why Gin forced him and Rye to stay in this safe house and not allowed to go out for three whole days. Is the other party trying to create a time difference?

Or... Gin wants to judge that the undercover is not between the two of them, but Jingguang by locking him and Ley together.

If this is the case, Jingguang has already died on the bright side, will Jinjiu let them out? In this way, he can contact the police and thoroughly investigate the apartment building!

"Why, don't you believe it? Do you want me to find more evidence? It's a pity that guy danced so fast at the time that I didn't ask for any information." Ley, who was still stalking in front of him, said Speaking provocatively.

The powerful acting skills that Jiang Gu zero has cultivated under undercover for many years forced him to continue to pick up the original script and play the image of a dissatisfied member of the organization. "Who knows if you didn't ask, or just let the undercover agent run away?"

"Whoo-hoo-"

Ley in front of him seemed to be planning to continue arguing, but the sudden sound of the phone vibrating interrupted them.

It should be a text message from Gin.

Gu Ling turned on the phone for the first time, and saw such a text message in the inbox—

[From now on, this mission officially ends. You are free to go wherever you want until the organization publishes the mission again. —GIN]

ended.

The inexplicable, three-day confinement was finally over.

Sure enough, Jin Jiu waited until the news of Jing Guang's death surfaced before letting them move freely.

"Okay, now you're free. If you don't believe it, you can go to the chemical factory and see for yourself." Ley tilted his head and said provocatively.

"Of course I'll take a look at that place in person, lest you let the undercover go away, and you're still asking for it."

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A black car was driving fast on the road. The blond young man sat in the driver's seat, staring at the road ahead with deep eyes, while tapping his headset.

"I have something to do for the past three days, and I haven't been in contact with you. How is the current situation?"

"Uh, Mr. Jianggu, I don't know what to say, but can you come here? We probably won't be able to stay here for long." The police officer on the other end of the phone was hesitant, unable to understand a word for a long time.

"What do you mean?" What does it mean to be unstoppable?

The blond young man frowned. He glanced sideways at the rearview mirror. Through the flat rearview mirror, he could clearly see that behind the black car he was driving, there was a gray car three cars away. The car is perseveringly following him.

Damn Ley, do you even have to follow him when he goes to the scene to check?

Right now, he must go to the chemical factory to check it out according to what he said before. If he goes straight to the apartment building, he will expose himself.

"You asked us to pretend to be Japanese police officers at the door, but we're not real police officers. We've been guarding this apartment for three days, and the apartment building is full of complaints. The department has reported us. If we use the name of the police, we can continue to guard the apartment, but if we continue to pretend to be the police of the Metropolitan Police Department, I am afraid that we will be driven away immediately.”

"Hold on a little longer." Jiang Guling lowered his head and glanced at his watch. "Just one more hour and I'll be at that apartment in no time."

In an hour, with his driving skills, he should be able to shake off the guy behind him.

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"Mr. Zhufu! Look at the police downstairs and leave."

Zhu Fu Jingguang came out of the kitchen with the last bowl of tomato dragon fish, and was about to put this dish on the table when he suddenly heard the voice of his junior.

His hands trembled, and a large drop of bright red tomato soup fell on the dining table, which was especially obvious against the snow-white dining table.

Withdrawn, what does that mean?

Did the cops finally give up? Can he leave?

He wiped the stains on his hands on his apron in a panic, walked quickly to the floor-to-ceiling window of the bedroom, and looked out cautiously—

The police officers who were originally stationed at the bottom of the building were now pulling each other with another team of similarly dressed police officers. Then they got into police cars one by one and drove away from the scene.

The downstairs of the apartment building became empty, and the skeptical residents tried to walk out, but they were not hindered by anything.

Is this a new trap, or can he really leave?

"Mr. Zhufu, you said, did the organization really believe that the person who claimed to be the FBI created a fake death scene?" The younger generation held the newspaper, leaned over to him, and asked.

Zhu Fu Jingguang took the newspaper and carefully checked the report on it.

This death scene is indeed faked and very real, except that there are no corpses left, there is no loophole in the logic. Could it be that that Ley is really a member of the FBI and is sincere and is helping him to fake a fake death scene?

The desire to regain freedom and the expectation of finding a chance to break the situation in the desperate situation are like seedlings breaking out of the ground in the mist.

He put his hand on the glass window, looked at the empty floor, and said hesitantly: "What that person said may be true. But it can't be ruled out that this is a play that he jointly organized. Go downstairs now. There is no one to guard underneath, I should take this opportunity to escape." He couldn't stay at the junior's house all the time.

"Mr. Zhufu, are you leaving now?"

"Time waits for no one. If the other party is only temporarily evacuating and misses this opportunity, I may not be able to wait for the next one." Zhu Fu Jingguang looked back at the young junior, and said in a sullen tone: "These three days Since you have been in and out, it has not been seriously affected. It means that the undercover agent of the Metropolitan Police Department may just heard your voice, but did not find out who you are."

"Generally speaking, you are safe. I will leave here immediately. From now on, we will have nothing to do with each other. You will treat me as if you have never seen me. Even if you have a chance to see me again in the future, please don't call me. out my name."

Xin Haikong raised his head with a blank expression. His amber eyes gleamed with shreds of water, and his lips parted slightly.

"Mr. Zhufu, I understand. But if you go on like this, there is still danger. I will help you go downstairs to confirm it again! If there is a problem, I will come up to you again, if there is no problem, I will directly Get out of this apartment."

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On the wide street, a black car swayed left and right, passed quickly through the crowded traffic, occasionally turned into a narrow alley, and quickly took another exit and drove into the main road.

After following it back and forth for a few times, the gray sedan gradually became weaker, unable to defeat it, and disappeared from the sight of the valley zero.

Finally got rid of it.

The blond-haired youth sighed in relief, adjusted the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, knocked on the headset, and asked, "How's the situation over there? I'll be able to get to the bottom of the apartment building in half an hour."

"Mr. Jianggu, we were kicked out." The police officer on the other end shrank, and said with some guilty conscience.

"What did you say?"

Jiang Gu zero stepped on the brakes with one foot, and the black car stopped firmly in front of the traffic light.

"What do you mean by being kicked out? Did the Metropolitan Police come to you? Wouldn't you delay a little longer?"

"Mainly because they've been reporting us for days, at least we can't stand at the door as police officers anymore."

"But please don't worry, although we evacuated, we still arranged for two plainclothes to stay there to monitor the situation at the exit of the apartment in real time. Although there is no way to stop the residents there and prevent them from coming out. But, but we Who can be identified."

Who is the identified person, and what is the use of this?

The police have just withdrawn, I hope he can still have time. Down Valley Zero stepped on the accelerator with one foot.

"Wait! Mr. Gugu!" On the other end of the headset, the police officer's voice suddenly became impatient. "A very weird person came out of the apartment!"

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Downstairs in the apartment, a young man in a black coat hurried out.

A peaked cap was buckled on top of his head, and messy black strands protruded from the brim of the hat. There is also a black mask under the hat, covering most of his entire face, and no one can see his entire face from any angle.

With a long package on his back, he rushed out in a hurry, looking around, as if searching for anyone else around the apartment.

The whole person looks hidden and sneaky.

The two plainclothes guards at the bottom of the building looked at each other, and couldn't help but sneak up.

I saw this black-haired young man with a strange whereabouts hurriedly walked to the side of the road and stayed there for nearly a minute. One last look back at the apartment building. In the harsh sunlight, his amber eyes glowed with shreds of gold.

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Next to the floor-to-ceiling window in the bedroom, Zhu Fu Jingguang's hand was clenched unconsciously. His muscles tightened slightly, his eyes fixed on the situation downstairs for a moment.

This junior took the initiative to invite Ying, disguised as him and went out to test. At present, it seems that there is no particularly big problem, except for the two sneaky middle-aged men who follow behind the younger generation.

He watched the junior walk out of the apartment step by step, and then step by step to the side of the road. The younger generation estimated that in order to better find out the situation, he stayed on the side of the road for nearly a minute before turning back to confirm with him.

With a distance of more than ten floors, he was temporarily unable to see the specific expressions of the younger generation. But the younger generation's firm, trusting and anticipating eyes still appeared in his mind.

This time his identity was revealed, and it was really thanks to the younger generation that he was able to escape the pursuit of the organization.

Zhu Fu Jingguang raised his eyes, finally confirmed the position of the junior, and then slowly turned around, preparing to leave the apartment building where he had only stayed for three days.

"Thorn-"

An extremely harsh braking sound ripped through the air, forcing Zhu Fu Jingguang to stop.

!

It was an indescribable premonition. His heart seemed to be grabbed by a pair of big hands, and the blood all over his body stopped flowing.

On the dining table not far away, the pool of tomato soup that had not been cleaned up was still bright and dazzling.

Zhu Fu Jingguang turned back suddenly, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows covered with a layer of dust, he saw the back of a black car receding away.

Just a few seconds ago, the young man who was standing on the side of the road, looking up at him, was nowhere to be seen.

The streets in the morning are empty and desolate.

The vacancy on the side of the road was so dazzling that it was frightening.

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"Mr. Fall Valley! The sneaky man in a black coat was pulled into a black car."

"Do you remember the license plate number?"

"...No, they were too fast."