Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

The fifth day of the Lunar New Year is commonly known as "Po Wu".

According to tradition, firecrackers must be set off on this day to "ward off poverty," making the streets already lively.

But today, Nanluoguxiang is unusually bustling.

"Thump! Tap! Thump thump tap!"

A strange, exotic, and intense rhythmic sound.

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard at the entrance of the alley.

Yan Bugui, who was shoveling snow, was startled and almost dropped the broom from his hand.

"What's that noise? Who's banging a foreign drum in the alley so early in the morning?"

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and curiously peeked out.

Upon seeing this, he froze completely, his jaw nearly dropping to his feet.

On the spacious main street of Nanluoguxiang, one can see...

A military green convertible jeep drove slowly ahead.

Inside the car, Director Zhou Jianguo held a large tin megaphone, his expression solemn.

But behind the jeep.

The person who followed them completely overturned everyone's understanding.

He was a blond, blue-eyed foreign man, wearing a sophisticated black trench coat and handcuffs.

This person is not walking.

He's jumping!

Moreover, he danced with such enthusiasm, so unrestrained and wild!

Paul Smith was under the control of a second episode of "Tremor Mantra".

My legs felt like they were wound up, frozen in the snow.

She was wildly twisting her hips, dancing an extremely hot Brazilian samba!

His hands, which should have been used to send telegrams, were now handcuffed.

Yet it still traces all sorts of enchanting arcs in mid-air.

What's even more amazing is...

That intense rhythmic sound wasn't coming from any musical instrument at all.

That was Paul himself unable to control his mouth; he was jumping and humming the accompaniment loudly!

"Thump! Tap! I'm a spy, tap tap tap!"

This bizarre scene instantly drew the attention of the entire street.

"My God! What's wrong with this foreigner?"

"Swaying your hips in the street on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year? This foreign custom is so indecent!"

"Look, look! He's not only dancing, he's shouting too!"

Less than ten minutes.

The entire Nanluoguxiang was filled with over a thousand local residents, including older women, older men, and children, who came to watch the spectacle.

It was completely surrounded!

Everyone stared at Paul, who was writhing wildly in the snow, as if watching a spectacle, and began to discuss it animatedly.

Paul felt like he was living a life worse than death.

His clear-headed reason was frantically resisting, but his body and mouth were terrifyingly honest.

"I'm an American spy! I deserve to die!"

Paul twisted his fat hips violently and made a fancy turn, almost straining his back.

He shouted at the assembled middle-aged women in broken Chinese, his voice hoarse:

"I came to China to cause trouble! I not only stole blueprints, but I also pretended to be a wealthy businessman to freeload!"

"I'm not human! I even burned out our headquarters servers! I'm a super stupid pig!"

boom!

This mind-blowing "confession" is like a depth charge.

It exploded in the crowd.

The people's patriotic enthusiasm was instantly ignited.

"Down with American imperialist spies!"

I don't know which old lady shouted it first.

Followed by.

The crowd erupted in cheers.

"Kill this foreign spy!"

"How dare you come to our country and cause trouble! You shameless bastards!"

The angry neighbors threw whatever they had in their hands.

Rotten cabbage leaves, frozen coal ash, and even half a frozen cornbread left over from a child's meal.

Like a torrential downpour, it rained down on Paul.

"Snapped!"

A rotten tomato hit Paul squarely in the face, its red juice running down his high nose and smearing his gold-rimmed glasses.

But he just couldn't stop!

He also had to continue dancing the sexy samba while loudly confessing his crimes.

"I'm shameless! I even used my femininity! I'm despicable!"

This is an extremely strong contrast.

A high-ranking Western spy who usually appears aloof and civilized in a trench coat.

Right now, in a hutong in China.

Surrounded by thousands of onlookers, he danced a ridiculous dance while being pelted with rotten vegetable leaves by elderly women, leaving him bruised and swollen.

This is the ultimate scene of social death!

The surrounding laughter, curses, and cheers converged into a sound wave powerful enough to lift the roof off.

"Hahaha! I'm dying of laughter! This foreigner's dancing is even more energetic than Cuihua's!"

"This is absolutely the most satisfying scene I've ever seen in my life!"

Just when the crowd was excited and overjoyed.

The main entrance of Hongxing Courtyard.

Zhang Huaimin was wearing that blue cotton-padded jacket, with his hands behind his back.

Protected by Chen Bing, he stood at the top of the steps, watching the spectacle with a detached, indifferent eye, like an outsider.

And huddled in the corner of the courtyard gate.

It was Qin Huairu and Yi Zhonghai.

The two of them had come out to see what was going on after hearing the commotion outside.

But when they saw the foreign spy dancing in the snow, his face smashed beyond recognition by rotten vegetable leaves.

Their blood seemed to freeze completely in that instant.

Qin Huairu covered her mouth tightly, her legs as weak as noodles, unable to stand up at all.

Yi Zhonghai's face turned deathly pale, and his whole body trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind.

They didn't know who this foreigner was.

But they saw the five-and-a-half-year-old baby standing on the steps, calmly watching as if he were watching a play.

They understood everything instantly.

Even such powerful and arrogant foreign spies.

In front of this five-year-old child, they were all turned into such ridiculous clowns who were worse than dead and had lost all their dignity!

Those are just ordinary people who only know how to use petty tricks.

What am I in their eyes?!

If they dare to have even the slightest wicked thought again.

This fate of dancing the samba and being scorned by thousands is definitely their tomorrow!

fear.

A deep-seated, bone-chilling, and utterly terrifying fear.

Like a venomous snake, it tightly coiled around the hearts of Qin Huairu and Yi Zhonghai.

They watched Zhang Huaimin's thin back.

He could no longer muster even the slightest thought of resistance.

"take away!"

Zhou Jianguo saw that the time was right; this foreign spy had completely lost face.

He waved his hand.

Several police officers stepped forward and, like dragging a dead dog, put Paul, whose face was bruised and swollen and who was still convulsing involuntarily, into the police car.

As the sound of sirens faded into the distance.

Zhang Huaimin clapped his hands, turned around and went back to the east wing.

Meanwhile, in a secret meeting room at the Hongxing Police Station.

A massive, sweeping operation targeting all spy networks lurking in Beijing has been quietly launched.