Eight out of ten people who are not satisfied with their life!

Never expected that he would be so loyal to the empire, born and died, but in the end he would be abandoned?

Zhao Jinshan was wearing a black kimono, half lying on the tatami, staring at the ceiling with his eyes, humming an unknown Japanese folk song, and his feet wearing wooden clogs were stepping on the beat.

After singing a few lines, Zhao Jinshan stopped, picked up the wine glass on the short table, and drank it all in tears.

This is his last time. After dawn, he will go to perform his last mission to poison Lin Zi'an.

What follows is the ending of ten deaths without life, and it is likely to die at the hands of one's own people.

Zhao Jinshan remembered his white-haired old father, his virtuous and beautiful wife, and his son who was still learning to speak when he left home...

He was already in tears.

"I know death is coming, but I can still nourish it so well?" A familiar voice suddenly sounded in the room.

Zhao Jinshan's hair was standing up all over his body. He even went to find the source of the sound without flaws, and had no time to see who it was. His body rolled violently, reaching the pistol on the side of the tatami.

A spy is a spy, and his reaction ability is indeed super-class.

Fang Buwei sneered, swung his right foot suddenly, and a black dot flew out.

With a "bang", a leather shoe hit the pistol without any fault. The pistol flew out and landed five or six meters away.

Zhao Jinshan quickly stood up and touched a rope beside the wall.

Afraid of being eavesdropped on by others, this dark room has undergone special treatment and is not ordinary sound insulation. If you want to warn out, you can only use this bell connected to the rope.

Fang Buwei did not stop Zhao Jinshan, but looked at him with interest.

Zhao Jinshan pulled hard, but the rope fell off from the crack of the wall as he pulled it.

The rope head is neatly arranged, and you can tell at a glance that it was cut off by someone just now.

This person came prepared.

He turned his head slightly and saw that in the empty room just now, two feet suddenly appeared, one of them was still naked.

Zhao Jinshan took a deep breath and asked in a solemn voice, "Who are you?"

He said as he turned around, secretly accumulating force under his feet, preparing to take a tiger to pounce on food.

"I haven't seen each other for a few days, Brother Jinshan can't recognize me?" Fang Buwei said with a smile.

Zhao Jinshan, who had just bent down and was about to pounce on him, was shocked suddenly. When he raised his head, he saw Fang Buwei looking at his face with a smile on his face, he actually felt like he was seeing a ghost.

"You... aren't you dead?" Zhao Jinshan's eyes were almost bursting out, full of horror.

"It disappointed Brother Jinshan!" Fang Buwei smiled slightly, took off his other leather shoes, and sat cross-legged to the side of the shorter table.

Isn’t Fang Buwei burned to death in the small building?

He is here again now...

Zhao Jinshan's face was gone, and his body kept trembling.

Fang Buwei was orderly fiddling with the tea set on the short table, poured two cups of tea, and pushed a cup in front of Zhao Jinshan.

Zhao Jinshan looked at Fang Buwei in disbelief, and Fang Buwei was intact from head to toe.

Fang Buwei was definitely stunned by him that day, but why was he still alive and not even injured at all?

Fang Buwei sat down with a gesture of invitation.

Zhao Jinshan knew very well that in front of Fang Buwei, he had no chance to take action.

Zhao Shirui said when he was drunk that even Gu Zhenlong's personal guards, with eight against one, were not Fang Buwei's opponents.

Zhao Jinshan gritted his teeth and knelt down, but ignored the cup of tea in front of him.

"Don't worry, killing you is very simple, it only takes one knife!" Fang Buwei picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"When did you know my identity?" Zhao Jinshan asked in a trembling voice.

He understood everything.

Fang Buwei would not appear here for no reason.

"When I caught Tongmei and Saki!" Fang Buwei replied.

It's to catch, not kill!

Zhao Jinshan began to shake again.

"They... aren't dead?"

"Well, you live a good life!" Fang Buwei replied, "Commander Gu will chat with them every day to relieve boredom..."

Zhao Jinshan's eyes were so bloody that he had just bitten his teeth, Fang Buwei's hand reached over like lightning.

With a "click", Zhao Jinshan's jaw was removed directly.

"Ah...ah..." Zhao Jinshan screamed with great strength.

Fang Buwei sneered, picked up the teacup on the short table and poured it into Zhao Jinshan's mouth.

Want to die?

Not that easy!

...

Zhao Jinshan sat on the floor like a fool, his saliva flowed to the corner of his mouth, dripping down again, pulling out a waterline.

Fang Buwei sat cross-legged opposite Zhao Jinshan, feeling mixed feelings.

He never expected that the traitor was the person he believed in?

What exactly does he lack?

money?

I made a fortune several times, but never forgot my confidants.

It did not make them rich, but it was enough to allow them to settle their families and have no worries about food and clothing.

right?

He rose step by step, and several of his confidants also rose. In less than a year, he rose several levels.

And that's more than that.

I am now the lieutenant colonel chief of the spy. If I take another step forward, I will replace Gao Sizhong and take charge of the operation department.

In the Gendarmerie Command, I was already a colonel's staff officer. According to Gu Zhenlong's intention, he was preparing to gradually reduce the business of the Secret Service and slowly shift the focus to the Gendarmerie Command.

The position of commander of the military police was waving to him.

Fang Buwei never mentioned it, but he had long-term plans for what his subordinates would go.

But who would have thought that he would become a traitor by his confidant?

Fang Buwei was more sad than Zhao Jinshan now.

"How did he know that I was back with Yu Erjun?" Fang Buwei asked again.

Zhao Jinshan's eyes had a little glow, but there was no answer.

It seems that Zhao Jinshan doesn't know either.

Fang Buwei changed another way of saying, "He recognized me at the Central Hotel?"

Zhao Jinshan still had no movement.

Fang Buwei sighed again, "Since you have said everything you should say, then I'll send you on your way!"

He picked up the teacup and poured another cup of tea for Zhao Jinshan.

This is to prevent the extreme pain from happening. Zhao Jinshan would suddenly wake up and destroy the scene.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the effect of the medicine took effect, and Zhao Jinshan was on the verge of coma.

Fang Buwei reached out and pulled out a short knife from the corner of his pants.

Licha, also known as Huaijian.

Fang Buwei bit the short knife in his mouth, turned to behind Zhao Jinshan, helped him sit upright, and then put the knife into Zhao Jinshan's hands. He held Zhao Jinshan's hands in both hands, aimed at his upper abdomen, and stabbed him hard.

With a "puff", a blood arrow spurted out.

Zhao Jinshan let out a muffled groan.

Fang did not act unmoved, but pulled upwards with force.

According to the Japanese tradition, it was originally cross-cut, but it died too slowly.

In the extreme pain, who can control the force and direction of the hand?

"Ya..." Zhao Jinshan screamed in pain.

The blood flows out like flowing water so that you can't even hear the flowing sound.

"Ho ho..." Zhao Jinshan spitted blood foam in his mouth, and his throat roared like a wild beast.
To be continued...