The Secret Service Information Room at the Late Night.

The heavy freezing vault was probably only seen on TV. A man carrying a key walked in. The red dot on the camera was hitting him. He went in to get a document, glanced at here, and looked at the time.

At 12:30, the camera in the data room of the Secret Service suddenly became blurred. The two on-duty personnel guarding the surveillance tightened their pupils and hurriedly checked the route. Their face turned pale. When they got up and hurried to call the security guard, the surveillance video suddenly returned to normal. In the picture, the man was still flipping through the document he wanted to get, looked at it, took it out, and locked the cabinet door with the key.

The two people in the monitoring room looked at each other, wondering what happened just now!

It may be because of the large-scale snow melting in recent days and the signal failure.

Nothing happened. Seeing that the cabinets were locked tightly without any signs of turning, the two on-duty staff slowly felt relieved.

………joyous…

When I got the copy of the information, the snow-melting weather was so cold that people were trembling.

Yun Shang came out of get off work from the new company with air conditioning, sat on her silver Bentley, lowered the window, and knocked on it to get the copied information from outside the window. The confidential registration on it was marked with a red color, which made her heart tremble, clenched, and drove the Bentley out of the parking lot smoothly.

Along the way, she opened and watched.

"F country spies attempted to invade our borders", "in 20xx, they were swept to the point of being swept near Penglai Island by our radar", "The special mission team is composed of the Wild Wolf Corps of the Central Military Region's Special Forces", "Twenty people in a group", "The death toll of 13", "Diplomatic leaders helicopter negotiations, the army was ordered to evacuate Penglai Island immediately"...

She frowned slightly, and looked back. The last page of the sound of the paper was a unique information about a person, and the huge photos on it came into her eyes.

Gu Jingsheng.

Yun Shang's wrist trembled, and there was a dripping sound of horns from behind. She quickly turned the steering wheel to avoid trampling to the car behind.

Her breathing tightly and her face turned pale. She lowered her eyes and continued to look at the contents of the photo.

"Gu Jingsheng, traveled with his parents to the southern border with his parents on August 12, 20xx" "I disappeared for 4 days", "I was rescued by the wild survival emergency team on the 5th", "I was severely dehydrated and reached the edge of shock", "I was judged as an accidental disappearance and successful rescue case", "I later joined the sniper team of the special police force in C......

The last line.

"my country's spy intelligence team specially provided a set of video materials, confirming that in mid-August 20xx, Gu Jingsheng was under the control of enemy spies..."

The bitter cold wind blew violently from the unclosed window, making Yun Shang grit his teeth and tremble, and his heart was filled with fear and shock.

This stack of information is the biggest secret hidden by the old man of Lu Qing’s family in the Secret Service.

After a long distance of time, he finally calmed down. Yun Shang relaxed the accelerator, lowered the car window and blew the thin sweat off his forehead. He turned his head and drove towards the direction of the Central Military Region like lightning.

When Hosran returned home, as soon as he opened the door, he saw the tiny figure kneeling on the ground.

A bucket of water was quietly placed on the living room floor. She was wiping the floor with a rag, kneeling on the ground and wiping it bit by bit. The wooden floor had been wiped by half.

She trembled when she heard the sound of the door opening, and her movements slowly stopped, and her white little face slowly raised.

The eyes touch each other.

Hosran's eyes were very cold, and he slowly pushed open the door and walked in, threw the key on the coffee table. The ice and snow outside melted, and his military boots were covered in mud. He walked in and dirty the floor she had just wiped.

He fell on the sofa, closed his eyes coldly with a breath, endured the fact that he had a headache as soon as he entered the door, and took all the movements around him into his ears.

There was a heavy sound of lifting the bucket, rinsing the water and wringing it out, she was rubbing the floor stained by him little by little.

Inexplicably, a burst of anger came to his mind, his thin lips as sharp as a knife were pursed tighter.

She stood up, and her knees were probably kneeling for a long time and moaned in pain. She endured it and carried the bucket to the bathroom little by little, then moved it up, and poured it into the mop pool with a "slam".

Then he washed his hands, brought the prepared food to the dining table, took her ironed largest men's home cotton shirt from the master bedroom cabinet, walked behind him, and slowly walked around him, stuffing the shirt into his arms bit by bit.
Chapter completed!