High-profile King

The National Bureau of Internal Affairs had a reputation in Nanyang. After listening to the worries of the men in black, Zhang Jiao's face became obviously more ugly. Suddenly he closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, drew a cross on his chest, and then opened it, Eyes have become very clear.

The man in black said firmly: "Adult, no one can force a devoted disciple of a heavenly father to admit that he has not committed crimes. No one can."

"Code, do you become "adults" when you draw the crosses?" These superstitious guys are really divine, and they don't know where they came from.

It's no wonder that the captain of Bing 9523 kicked him out when he got the money. "The man in black thought secretly in his heart, but nodded on the surface. "I almost forgot the identity of your heavenly father as a monk. That should be fine. "

Afterwards, he pulled out a silver metal vial from his pocket and slid from the round table to Zhang Jiao's front. "However, the white crow, sometimes some means of confessing drugs by drugs, cannot rely on human willpower.

Drink this sober medicine that neutralizes most of the true vomiting agent, and cooperate with the power of your faith to ensure foolproof. "

"Thank you, Master." Zhang Jiao said very gratefully. He directly picked up the metal bottle on the table, lifted the stopper and drank the viscous green potion inside.

The man in black nodded with satisfaction, tilting his head and said to the Liao column: "Okay, arrange for someone to send the white crow to the Internal Control Bureau."

"Yes, there are seats." There was a strange color in the eyes of the Liao column, secretly sighed, got up and led Zhang Jiao out of the meeting room, and arranged for his own car driver to send him to Xiangbei, known as the'Tiger Cave' Bureau.

In the twilight, the courtyard alone is more than 10 acres in size, and the tree-lined Xiangbei Inner Bureau looks exceptionally gloomy.

At the entrance of a three-story office building with a very large footprint and a stronghold like a bunker, after completing the handover procedures, Zhang Jiao was accepted by the cadres of the Internal Control Bureau.

Two expressionless middle-aged men escorted them into the elevator leading to the underground.

I didn't know how deep he went to the ground, he got out of the elevator and was led into a dark room with dizziness.

Then a ceiling spotlight suddenly lit up on the ceiling of the basement and shone on a wooden chair placed on the ground.

Then, a slightly hoarse voice sounded obviously through the transformation of the voice change system, "Please sit down."

Zhang Jiao wandered to the chair and sat down. He was so shocked and said directly, "I'm going to die."

"Oh, why?" the voice-changing voice asked unsurprisingly.

"Your Internal Control Bureau grabbed the night watchman's braid," Zhang Jiao shrugged. "The Director of District 5 felt that instead of being taken by Xiangbei Internal Control Bureau, it would be better to poison me and let me be interrogated by you. Suicide.

In this way, although the Xiangbei Internal Control Bureau seized a few vigilant night watchmen, an innocent night watchman who entered the Internal Control Bureau as an aid to the investigation also died inexplicably.

Everyone is equal to 1:1, is not everyone happy.

So if you want to use this opportunity to suppress the night watchman, it is best for you, the Internal Bureau, to help me find a doctor for a blood test to see if there is any rescue. "

The voice fell to the ground, the voice of the voice changed and said: "I don't feel so troublesome, you won't die."

Zhang Jiao Wen Yan suddenly had a subtle feeling, rolled his eyelids and said: "Don't you believe me?"

"It's not that I don't believe you, but that I have confidence in you," the voice-changing voice smiled and said, "If a district director of a Xiangbei night watchman in every district, if you can harm you Zhang Lingjiao.

The Nanyang government had already recovered the entire territory, eliminated Nippon, and entered the eastern continent. "

Zhang Jiaowen heard a shock all over his body, feeling that the cold hairs on his back were all erected, and said with a smile: "I don't know what you are talking about, what Zhang Lingjiao, my name is Qiao Sheng..."

"Qiao Sheng, is it a disguised life," Zhang Jiao's voice was interrupted by that voice-changing voice: "There is a philosophical saying that life is made of coincidence.

I didn't believe it.

Unexpectedly, because he maintained his political position and investigated the background of an intimate suspect in a tricky murder case, he actually discovered a strange person who had died for 20 years.

At the end of the tail of the Nanyang Golden Age, this strange man suddenly appeared beside Moses, the creator of the Nanyang Heavenly Father, and became his most important disciple.

Suddenly fainted afterwards, and had been vegetative for 17 years under the care of Moses. After returning to the Vatican, Moses was comatose for another 3 years and finally ran out of lights and died.

Because the people walked away, the body was thrown into the underground crematorium in District 3 without being taken seriously.

By the way, did you know that when you first woke up, you saw the body burner, not Du Bo at all, but Xie Guang, because I was afraid of you..."

"Enough is enough," Zhang Jiao said coldly: "The key point is, how do you know that Qiao Sheng is Zhang Lingjiao?"

"Spirit light flashes." The voice that changed voice slowly said: "My son is currently choosing the road of Jin and Wu Shuangxiu.

It's always said that military force is clearly related to the sword technique, but it is very different from the one used, and what you Qiao Sheng is best at is the sword technique.

According to the survey, I only practiced in a civilian ordinary martial arts hall for two months, which is better than those who have practiced swords for decades..."

Zhang Jiao heard a sudden and quiet interjection here: "Sister Zhou, haven't you seen your son in 20 years?"

Let him choose to practice military martial arts. I have a whole set of enhanced exercises compiled by close mythical strongmen that can be passed on to him. "

When the words fell, all the lights in the basement suddenly turned on, reflecting the low-key and luxurious decoration and furnishings in the room.

Behind an antique desk, Liang Xiaozhou whispered with a red eyes and smiled at Zhang Jiao: Sure enough, it was indeed a wise man. Zhang Lingjiao, by the way, guessed it was the color of me.

Welcome back. "

"Sister Xiaozhou, UU reading www.uukanshu.com. Among the people close to me, only you may be in the north of the Bureau of Internal Affairs of Xiangbei. How can you not guess?

Your appearance hasn't changed much, you just smiled with a trace of crow's feet in your eyes," Zhang Jiao looked back at Liang Xiaozhou and said with a smile: "But still so beautiful and smart.

But for 20 years, I was still only rolling in the Xiangbei Bureau of Internal Control, which surprised me. "

"I am the deputy director of the General Administration of Xiangyuan Internal Affairs and the director of the Capital Bureau," said Liang Xiaozhou. "In accordance with the actual power, it is also among the top 100 in the entire Nanyang region.

Not as bad as you think. "

The setting of the chief of the intelligence agency has always been a disdain and weight. The deputy director of the General Administration of Xiangyuan and the director of the capital bureau are not worth mentioning in the Nanyang government sequence. It seems that even the ordinary deputy minister of the central department is not as good, but the actual power is great. amazing.

Zhang Jiao understood this and nodded: "That's the case too. It's not in your character to take advantage of it and toss out your name."

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