My spy diary

Chapter 10: Shocking Change (Please recommend, collect and read)

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Cheng Youjia lives in the south gate alley of Xifeng Road. In the ordinary alley, most of them are old houses that have gone through vicissitudes of a hundred years, and there are also yards with the sound of birds singing and the fragrance of flowers.

Most of the houses have gatehouses in front of the courtyard, and trees are planted in the courtyard. Although they are gray mud-tile houses, with ordinary gravel roads, and are full of vicissitudes and dilapidation left by the years, they still have a certain feeling that is hard to let go.

Such houses are connected together, recording the prosperity and changes over the years.

With a "stab!", two military jeeps suddenly rushed into the alley, and a few big men in black jumped out of the vehicles. The two old ladies who were peeling garlic and cooking homely at the door were so frightened that they quickly ran back.

Yang Wenxuan walked at the front with a gun. As soon as he arrived at the door of Cheng Youjia's house, he saw two men dressed as old farmers walking out.

Liu Kui quickly rushed to Yang Wenxuan with a gun in his hand and shouted: "Don't move."

The two people were startled and looked at Yang Wenxuan, "Team Leader Yang, one of our own."

Yang Wenxuan recognized that these two people were from the Intelligence Department, nodded, asked Liu Kui to get out of the way, and asked directly: "What's going on?"

One person said: "Half an hour ago, someone was wandering in the alley. He was spotted by the gambler Sun Dazhuang next door. He recognized that he was not a resident here and wanted to blackmail him. Unexpectedly, this person directly took out a gun."

"and after?"

"Sun Da pretended that he was not afraid of death. He rushed up and struggled with this person, and then he was shot in the leg. The gunshot woke us up. Unfortunately, when we came out, the person was gone."

"Where is Mr. Sun Dazhuang? Can you describe his appearance?" Yang Wenxuan asked eagerly.

"Just inside the house." The man from the Intelligence Department nodded and continued:

"We have already invited the portrait artist to come over. Once the portrait comes out, you can take the person according to the picture."

"That's great. Your intelligence department is professional and expert, haha." Yang Wenxuan complimented excitedly, handed the two cigarettes, and asked:

"Can I go take a look now?"

"Of course, Team Leader Yang, please come this way."

The people from the Intelligence Department led the way, and soon they arrived at Cheng Youjia's house. They saw a painter in his thirties sitting on the steps of the main room. He was tracing with an easel. There was also a wretched man lying on the chair opposite.

This man has a bandage on his leg, sweat on his forehead, a cigarette in his mouth, and talks to the painter from time to time.

Zhang Yi followed Yang Wenxuan and took a look at the portrait that was gradually taking shape. His heart skipped a beat. Although the portrait was a sketch, the artist's level seemed to be very high and lifelike. That look was clearly that of Wang Naiqi.

"Do you think it's him?" At this time, the painter stopped his painting and turned the portrait over to show Sun Dazhuang.

"It's him. Even if this old guy turns into ashes, I won't admit his mistake."

When Sun Dazhuang saw the portrait, his eyes were red and he jumped up from the chair. Then he screamed and fell to the ground, baring his big yellow teeth and screaming.

"Sir, you must catch this grandson to avenge me, ouch."

"Sun Dazhuang, right?" Yang Wenxuan walked over and helped Sun Dazhuang up with a pleasant look, and said with a smile:
"Not only are you brave, but you are also blessed with great fortune. Don't worry, as long as you catch this person, you will be rewarded."

"Hey, thank you, sir, thank you, sir."

Yang Wenxuan smiled and waved his hand. Just as he was about to praise the portrait artist, he heard the sound of a car coming from the door, and then the captain of the second team, Hu Ningtong, came in with a few people.

"Team leader Yang, since there is an action, why didn't you inform us? Our second team is still a member of the fourth team, right?"

Seeing the sudden appearance of Hu Ningtong, Yang Wenxuan was slightly unhappy, a cold light flashed in his dark eyes, and he snorted coldly:

"Now that we're here, let's help arrest them together."

He turned to Liu Kui and said, "You should immediately contact the police station to assist in the investigation. Also, print out the portrait and send it to every branch. This person is wanted throughout the city."

"Yes." Liu Kui responded, picked up the portrait, and was about to take action when Yang Guanghui, the deputy captain of the second team, suddenly stared at the portrait and said, "No, I know this person."

"Great, who is this person?"

Everyone's eyes were attracted to Yang Guanghui, looking at him eagerly, waiting for the next step. But Yang Guanghui, who had taken the portrait, suddenly tore the portrait apart, stuffed the shredded paper into his mouth with one hand, reached into his arms with the other hand, took out a pistol and shot Sun Dazhuang.

"boom"

At this moment, Sun Dazhuang was stretching his neck and pricking up his ears to listen. He was shot in the forehead and fell off the chair.

If you are lucky and bold, you will not be able to stop a bullet.

All of this happened so fast, it was so imminent that no one had time to react.

Seeing that Yang Guanghui had pointed his gun at the portraitist, Liu Kui next to him suddenly kicked Yang Guanghui over.

"Bang" the shot hit the portrait artist on the shoulder, his body staggered and he fell on the steps.

"catch him."

"Fuck, get down quickly."

"Yang Guanghui, I will fuck your uncle."

"Do you want to go crazy?"

Everyone present was confused by Yang Guanghui's sudden outburst. Some people stood still, some rolled on the spot, and some ran away to find cover.

The calmest person might be Zhang Yi. He already suspected that Yang Guanghui was a Red Party member. He was alert when he got close to the portrait, and had already hid in the house by the time he fired.

At this moment, Yang Guanghui rolled on the spot, knelt on one knee, ignored the flying bullets, held the gun in both hands, and shot directly at the portraitist again.

"bang bang bang"

Three consecutive shots knocked the portrait artist to the ground as he staggered to escape.

"boom"

"bang bang"

During the interlaced gunshots, Yang Guanghui was hit by two bullets and fell to the ground.

Zhang Yi saw that everyone was shooting, so he also fired two shots at Kong Chu...

While Yang Wenxuan was careful with his gun, he shouted to Liu Kui, who was eager to try: "Keep him alive."

"Bang" Another shot hit Yang Guanghui's arm, and the pistol fell to the ground.

Two team members pounced directly on Yang Guanghui and held him down.

Yang Wenxuan stepped forward and kicked Yang Guanghui in the face, with a fierce light in his eyes.
"You bastard, how dare you ruin my good deeds? I will make your life worse than death."

"Bah", Yang Guanghui turned his head stubbornly, sneered and spit out a mouthful of blood, looking at Yang Wenxuan mockingly.

"Take him down, Liu Kui, Zhang Yi, you have someone to guard him and send him directly to the interrogation room."

Yang Wenxuan's face was full of gloom, and after he said this through gritted teeth, he looked at Hu Ningtong and Pan Wencheng, who looked at each other with complicated expressions, and said sternly:
"Now, as the acting team leader, I order you to hand over your guns and return to Corey immediately to cooperate with the investigation."

"By"

The pretty boy Pan Wencheng wanted to resist, but was stopped by Hu Ningtong. There was a traitor among his men, and his superior was to blame.

Although he claimed to be more capable and more senior than Yang Wenxuan, the Secret Service always emphasized obedience to duties. If he dared to resist at this moment, Yang Wenxuan had every reason to shoot him.

The two men handed over their guns in cooperation.

While Yang Wenxuan breathed a sigh of relief, he looked at the mess on the ground and felt like crying.

Let alone getting promoted and making a fortune this time, it would be good to keep your current position.

(End of this chapter)