Chapter 151 The Power of Faith

"The situation is a bit wrong," Oahu, Zeng Fei frowned and put down the newspaper, with a gloomy face. "Although the disclosure of the Al Shabaab is reasonable and well-founded, I always feel that there is a conspiracy here. This strength is not as good as the emperor should have."

"You mean...what is the emperor waiting for?"

"I'm not sure about this, but it's very likely." Zeng Fei gently tapped the table with his right hand, and after a while, he said decisively, "Immediately notify the Propaganda Department and start all channels to expose the inside story of the Al Shabaab, publicize their betrayal of the revolution, and firmly draw a clear line with it!"

Lin Jian was shocked: "President, if this happens, we will be isolated! Although we and the Al Shabaab have always been in trouble, we still have a tacit understanding after all. But now this way, Leng Qiu may be going to attack us!"

"What are you afraid of?" Zeng Fei snorted coldly, "He will be unable to protect himself soon! At this time, not only can we not get involved, but we must also step on the ground with a few strokes! Otherwise, we will be dragged into the water by him!"

"How could this happen?" Lin Jian asked in confusion.

"Why can't it? The emperor is just waiting for the Al Shabaab to deny it, and even wants us to come out to support it. When we fall into the trap, he will reveal the conclusive evidence and witnesses, so that we will all be doomed!" Zeng Fei said coldly, "This will attract snakes out of the hole. The emperor has already been able to perfection! Even if we don't jump by ourselves, he will arrange a bunch of witnesses, make up a bunch of stories, dress us up as accomplices of the Al Shabaab and even the mastermind behind the scenes. And Leng Qiu, the madman, who is really about to finish playing, will never mind dragging us in and slapping the shit basin on our heads!"

Lin Jian looked at Zeng Fei in amazement, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"It seems that although the emperor is old, he still has the power of a tiger." Zeng Fei murmured with a serious expression, "At any time, you must give this person the maximum overestimation to avoid a big mistake."

Beijing, General Information Bureau Headquarters.

Deputy Director Ding Qiming is a standard clerk who is diligent, loyal and willing to do things. In the most commonly used adjective of the General Information Bureau, it is "Tai Sui". This person does not know how to adapt to his work, and he will just support him to the end whatever the emperor said. Sometimes it makes the emperor and the secretary laugh and cry. The director has no good way to deal with this person. He can only say a few words without any pain after something happens. The man then does his own way.

However, Ding Qiming is not a brainless confused person. He knows what role he is playing and what role he should play. He has a precise calculation of his words, actions and actions. He believes that his biggest advantage is to see the emperor's psychology about the General Intelligence Bureau, so he has a very clear understanding of his affairs. Over the years, he has been in a state of ups and downs outside the world, and he knows that in terms of the emperor's position, he may not be inferior to Qin Guang, an old partner.

Of course, he never thought Qin Guang would underestimate him. The two people's open unhappiness did not hinder the tacit understanding between each other. He knew Qin Guang, Qin Guang also knew him, he knew Qin Guang knew that he knew Qin Guang, and the other way around. The most important thing is that they both need each other. But today, he could no longer suppress the panic and shock in his heart, and hissed and asked, "Is it really him?"

"I can't go wrong." Xiao Feng, the director of the department, nodded with a serious expression, "I know this is incredible, but it is indeed the fact. This man sold His Highness's intelligence in Siberia to the islanders, who took action."

"But you have to know the identity of this person." Ding Qiming stared at Xiao Feng and said word by word, "I'm nothing. I'm just a business person. At worst, I can't be a director. You can live a good life if you don't work as an administrator on the street. But he was an old qualification from the Second Department, and he was... Zhan Xiang's partner, and he was also promoted by Lao Qin. You should know what it means if he has a problem."

"I understand." Xiao Feng was silent for a while and still nodded firmly, "It is precisely because of this that I want to know you. You should be very clear about what I mean. I can't wait, otherwise there may be variables. I will naturally report to Director Qin and Your Majesty later."

Ding Qiming was silent.

After a long time, he said coldly: "Do as you said. But don't touch Zhanxiang, and don't touch Lao Qin's line. This matter must have nothing to do with them. You can check any other related people."

Zhang Chunlai has been in the General Intelligence Bureau for twenty years. As a veteran of the Second Department of the General Intelligence Bureau, he has complex relationships with all the leaders and many backbone leaders in the bureau. He does not have the extremely precise analytical ability as Xiao Feng, nor is he as talented as Ge Shaojie in planning, and is not as good as Li Zhong in the Three Departments, but he has his strengths. He treats people humbly, acts calmly and is good at coordinating and mediating, but he has become an indispensable figure in the General Intelligence Bureau. Since four years ago, he became Ding Qiming's assistant, he soon complemented Ding Qiming, who was too tough in doing things, which greatly improved the deputy bureau's popularity in the bureau.

Today, he had already smelled the unusual smell and knew that the thing he had been worried about was finally going to happen. He smiled bitterly, looked at the photos of the family of three on the table, his eyes were a little red. But he didn't regret it. He knew that he had a good reason. The bloody storm in his early years had already hurt him and was sick, but a little flame in his heart had never been extinguished.

He swayed the photo frame, tears fell on his son's bright smile and his wife's happy face. Finally, he took a nostalgic look, hugged it tightly in his arms, and drank the already a little cold water from the teacup. After a while, his eyes turned white and his whole body twitched and fell on the floor, swallowing his last breath in this world.

More than ten minutes later, Xiao Feng looked at the corpse with a gloomy face, and his face suddenly turned unhealthy red, without any warning. A heart-wrenching cough sounded inside the room. His waist bent down like a shrimp, and his shoulders were shaking violently, as if he was about to cough through his entire lungs. The assistant beside him quickly handed over the handkerchief and helped Xiao Feng follow his back. After a long time, Xiao Feng gasped for a moment, opened the handkerchief that covered his mouth. The assistant saw the dazzling blood red at first sight, and screamed in shock: "Doctor! Doctor!"

There was another violent cough, a messy step, and a crying cry.

A tall figure standing at the window, looking pale at the group of people who were rushing toward the exclusive hospital with a stretcher, and then looking at the completely covered stretcher lifted out of the side door and rushed to the forensic building. The agents in black who were in a hurry slowly closed their eyes with a complicated expression.

After a while, he raised his head and looked northward, staring at the horizon with faint mountains and layered dark clouds. His emotions were a little ups and downs, and his eyes were faintly moist. He firmly believed that there were some ideals and beliefs in this world worth sacrificing, and he was by no means a secular person who was afraid of life and death. But at this moment, when he witnessed this scene, his heartstrings were still involuntarily tugged.

In an instant, he was a little dazed and his body was a little hunched.

When he closed his eyes again, his heart gradually calmed down. He began to let his thoughts fly, slowly and clearly, scenes and images were rising and falling in his mind. I don’t know how long it took, when he opened his eyes again, the world in front of him returned to the bright black and white of the past, light and dark, right is right, wrong is wrong. He let out a long sigh, his expression was particularly firm and serious. He straightened his back, which had just been slightly hunched, like a straight javelin, as if he was about to pierce the thick and suppressed sky and let the long-lost sunlight shine.
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