Espionage codename: Shen Gongbao

pier.

The night breeze was slightly cool.

Peng Sanhu took the suitcase handed to him by Boss Wang, unzipped it, and glanced at it.

US dollars and gold bars were stacked neatly.

The final payment was made exactly as requested.

He grinned, slammed his suitcase shut, and extended his right hand: "Boss Wang, you're a straightforward guy."

Boss Wang grasped his hand and shook it vigorously twice: "Brother Peng, you're too kind. The goods are good and the price is fair. What more could I possibly want?"

"If you need any more goods in the future, just contact us directly."

Peng Sanhu patted him on the shoulder, his tone very generous, "Buy large quantities get preferential treatment, we will never let you suffer a loss."

Boss Wang nodded repeatedly: "No problem, no problem. I'll report to Zhejiang Province later, and we'll have a long-term partnership."

The two let go of each other's hands.

Boss Wang, accompanied by his entourage, put the goods on hand.

Peng Sanhu turned around and waved to his men: "Fall back, let's go."

The voice just fell.

Whoosh!

Behind the container, to the left, to the right, and on the overhead metal frame, a large group of dark figures suddenly emerged.

The sound of the bolt being pulled back was crisp and piercing, coming in waves.

More than a dozen guns were pointed at Peng Sanhu and the men around him.

Peng Sanhu's pupils suddenly contracted, and his right hand subconsciously reached for his waist.

"Don't move."

A sinister voice came from directly in front.

The crowd parted, and a man in his early thirties with a hooked nose and slanted eyes slowly walked out.

A black trench coat with a bronze badge of the Special Higher Police pinned to the collar.

Liu Fabao, head of the Special Higher Police's secret investigation team.

Peng Sanhu knew him.

Liu Fabao, a cold smile playing on his lips, hands in his pockets, said mockingly:

"Old Liu, long time no see."

"I was wondering why the Imperial Army warehouses had been frequently burglarized and the accounts didn't match up. It turns out it was you, Peng Sanhu, who was behind it all."

Peng Sanhu's expression changed several times, but he forced a smile and said, "Old Liu, we're all brothers, what do you mean by this?"

Liu Fabao snorted coldly, his smile vanishing instantly.

"Who's on your side?"

"Stealing Imperial Army supplies and reselling strategic materials—once this charge is leveled against you, not even the Emperor himself can save you."

He turned his head and gestured with his chin to his subordinates behind him.

"Take them all away with me."

"Old Liu!"

Peng Sanhu stepped forward, wanting to say something more.

Click.

Liu Fabao pulled out a gun and pressed it against his forehead, lowering his voice and saying slowly and deliberately, "I've been watching you, you bastard, for a long time."

"hehe."

"If you have something to say, let's talk in the Special Higher Police's interrogation room."

With that, he snatched the box and tossed it to Old Wang: "Old Wang, you've worked hard. You take the brothers and get out of here first."

Peng Sanhu's face turned completely pale.

He realized he had fallen into a trap.

Liu Fabao is Bai Junqi's man.

Director Hu stole Bai Junqi's goods, and Bai Junqi is now launching a counterattack.

And Lao Wang is the bait he uses to catch himself!

When he came to his senses, several of his men had been pinned to the ground, their guns confiscated, their hands tied behind their backs, and they were being roughly pushed and dragged out.

Finished!

We weren't cautious enough.

Peng Sanhu's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

……

Not far away.

The port cargo manager's office, second floor.

Qingfu squatted by the window, holding up binoculars, watching the movements on the dock from afar.

In the footage, Peng Sanhu and several of his men are escorted onto a military truck and driven off the dock.

Qingfu put down his binoculars.

A cold smile appeared on his lips.

He turned and walked to the table, picked up the phone, and quickly dialed a number.

"Hey, the Special Higher Police have succeeded, it's your turn."

Just this one sentence.

He hung up the phone quickly.

Then he took the hat off the hanger, put it on his head, and pulled the brim down.

The lights were turned off.

I pushed open the door, hurried down the stairs, and disappeared into the dark alley by the dock.

……

New Asia Hotel

Room 210.

The lights are off.

The room was pitch black.

Bai Junqi buried his face in Fang Yao's waist, and Fang Yao's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

She felt that Bai Junqi had changed.

In the past, this guy needed the lights on to do things.

And he would take a camera and keep taking pictures of her from all angles and in all poses, like a pervert.

But now, he prefers to turn off the lights.

And he refused her foreplay.

This is very strange.

He used to rave about himself, and sometimes he would rather skip the main act than miss the service.

Now it's all free.

There's a problem.

Ugh.

Soon, Bai Junqi flipped over and climbed on top.

The two rolled around in the darkness.

Two minutes later.

Bai Junqi let out a long sigh of relief and rolled off Fang Yao.

He leaned against the headboard, took out his cigarette case, and lit a cigarette.

Whoa!

That was incredibly satisfying.

Fang Yao lay beside her, staring at the ceiling, a fire burning inside her.

That's it?

Bai Junqi has quite a reputation outside, being called a playboy and someone who is skilled in bed.

The results of it?

The food was awful.

It's not as effective as that old geezer Fujita Hajime.

Although he is old, he is at least patient and has a steady pace.

Unlike this young master Bai, who comes in with three sharp moves and then stops, he doesn't do that.

It started, and then it ended.

"cheap