Can't leave.

what to do?

It can only be served cold.

Now is the time to test Shi Bingdao.

I hope that he, an old underground party member, can use some skills to bring the situation under control.

As long as it dawns tomorrow, Zhang Yong can rush back.

As for tonight, there's no point in being anxious.

Facts have proved that he cannot conquer the world.

No matter how powerful you are, you always rely on the help of others.

What's more, he's not powerful enough.

So, calm down.

Take a deep breath. Calm down. Calm down.

Where you are unable to do anything, you will be dealt with by "comrades".

Turn back.

Back to the photo studio.

By this time, the photos had been posted. The boss’s skills were pretty good.

When taking the photo, Zhang Yong noticed that the boss's expression seemed a little strange. He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't dare to say it.

So, he just crossed five oceans. "Do you know this person?"

"I've seen him with Mr. Huang," the boss said in a low voice, "He came to our place once. Everyone else took pictures, but he didn't."

"Who is Mr. Huang?"

"It seems his name is Huang Sheng. I've seen his ID."

"how to write?"

"let me see."

After thinking about it for a moment, the boss wrote two words.

Huang Sheng.

Zhang Yong frowned secretly.

Huang Sheng? Is he the friend Lin Wan went to visit?

He actually got together with a Japanese spy?

This Japanese spy actually tried to assassinate himself from a distance?

No. It might be an assassination attempt on Lin Wan.

Or kidnapping.

The key is that this spy actually has a sniper rifle.

This is not something that ordinary people can achieve.

Even among the Japanese invaders, sniper rifles were not widely available.

Thinking of Huang Sheng's identity and his father's identity, the hidden purpose of this spy is self-evident.

The senior secretary of the Executive Yuan should be serving Lao Wang. There is a high possibility of being bribed.

In other words, their father and son have already been bribed.

Look at the time. It's twelve o'clock in the evening.

Need to make a phone call.

Find the phone number. Then call back to the attendant's room and ask for Director Lin.

Not long after, Director Lin answered the phone.

"Director, it's me, Zhang Yong."

"What's the matter? Just tell me."

"I have something that I need to report in person."

"Come here!"

"good."

Zhang Yong put down the phone.

Leading the team, they quietly rushed to the Presidential Palace.

No need to lead the way. Go in by yourself. If you are familiar with the road, come directly to see Director Lin.

Sure enough, Director Lin hasn't rested yet.

Involution!

It’s all thanks to Zhang Yong’s good leadership.

It is estimated that many people have cursed Zhang Yong ten trillion times in their hearts.

Let’s get straight to the point. Just take out the photo.

"This is……"

"There are some things..."

Zhang Yong’s simple explanation.

Of course, some details are not necessary to describe.

Director Lin listened patiently.

"Huang Jun?"

"Yes."

"I see."

"Then I'll take my leave."

"Go find Lin Wan and show her the photos."

"good."

Zhang Yong obeyed and agreed.

He left this matter completely to the superiors.

Because the water inside is too deep.

"Take the photo and go find Lin Wan. Show her the photo."

"yes."

Zhang Yong said goodbye and came out.

He looked at the time and then slowly came to the bungalow where Lin Wan was.

I found her there. She didn't seem to be sleeping either. There was still light.

Parked the car, got off the car, and found the door open. She was standing beside the door.

The clothes have been changed. Beauty is beautiful. However, he has no feelings for her now.

It's purely business.

"You are so capable." Lin Wan said coldly, "Why do you go to my brother to complain about such a trivial matter?"

"What a trivial matter?" Zhang Yong's face was expressionless.

"I didn't know the rickshaw driver was a spy!" she said angrily.

"That's not the case." Zhang Yong shook his head.

It was probably Director Lin who called to educate her, but he didn't say anything clearly.

After all, phone calls are not secure. They might be monitored.

It may be monitored by Japanese spies. It may also be monitored by one of our own people. One, two, three, undercurrents are surging. Director Lin cannot be completely trusted.

"Tell me what's going on."

"sit."

"This is my home. Not your home..."

"sit."

Zhang Yong mainly turned against guests.
To be continued...