glory [rebirth]

Mu Qingtong didn't dare to delay, and kept moving in the building while talking, and he didn't dare to hang up the phone. The detective photos sent to him by Schwartz were quickly displayed on the screen, full of unfamiliar faces.

"They have already reached the gate of the hospital, can you rush there?"

"I'll try my best." Mu Qingtong panted heavily, not only his throat, but also his lungs began to hurt. When he went downstairs, he couldn't help coughing violently, and the feeling of vomiting followed. He suddenly grabbed the railing and covered it with his hands Shut up and suppress your voice.

When he opened his hand, the saliva on his palm was obviously bloodshot.

Mu Qingtong: "..."

"Are you okay?" Schwartz asked.

"It's okay..." Mu Qingtong swallowed back the blood foam, stood upright with force, and continued to run towards the elevator while stumbling while holding the stairs.

"Persist for a while, the boss said he will come over right away, and you will be safe."

I don't know if he was lucky, but Mu Qingtong never saw the two men in black inside the hospital building. At the moment when the elevator door closed, he braced his thighs and bowed his waist, closed his eyes, Keep breathing.

"Are you okay?" There was an old woman with gray hair in the elevator, seeing Mu Qingtong's pale complexion and strange movements, she asked with concern.

Mu Qingtong raised his head, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said with difficulty: "It's okay, thank you..."

The old woman frowned and looked at him for a long time, and finally said: "Are you here to see a doctor?"

At this moment, Mu Qingtong had difficulty speaking, every word he uttered caused his throat to suffer, he really didn't have the strength to answer her, so he just shook his head.

"Young man, I advise you to go and have a look, you look like this..."

"Ding--"

After hearing the notification that the elevator reached the first floor, Mu Qingtong regained his strength to prop up his body, nodded at the old woman, and the elevator door opened. Among the three agents he had seen in the photo, one was Standing not far from him, with his right hand stretched into his coat, he wore a bluetooth headset to scan the surrounding environment.

Mu Qingtong raised his left hand dejectedly as a signal, and the detective quickly spotted him and trotted over to meet him.

"A trainee agent from the Counterintelligence Intelligence Department of the Ministry of Intelligence...Mu Qingtong..." Mu Qingtong opened his mouth, his legs gave way and he almost knelt on the ground, and the agent quickly supported him.

"Hi, I'm Stephen from the Operations Department." The agent said, and then he reported the situation to his companions through the Bluetooth headset. Within half a minute, two other agents also rushed over from the side.

Mu Qingtong was in a very bad state of mind. Steven took his arm and carried him out, asking, "What's going on here?"

"There were two men who showed up. They were men with guns. They were both wearing black coats. They were about six feet three inches tall. One had short brown hair and the other had short black hair." Mu Qingtong said succinctly.

The other two agents immediately began to scan the hall tacitly after hearing this. Their hands were kept on the gun butts at their waists, covering Stephen and taking Mu Qingtong out of the hospital.

"How are you?" Stephen carried Mu Qingtong out of the hospital gate.

"Throat soft tissue contusion, coughing up blood; ribs were hit hard, there is a possibility of bone fracture." Mu Qingtong quietly stated his injury.

"Get in the car first." Stephen said.

First Military Intelligence Department.

Schwartz watched the four points on the screen finally meet together, and then received their synchronized real-time audio, almost crying with joy, he held his forehead and whispered a few prayers to himself, and sent a message to Jiang Yao.

[Schwartz: The mission is complete, Qingtong has already boarded the car. 】

This message has been in an unread state, and Schwartz speculates that Jiang Yao has probably boarded the plane.

"Sir..." The subordinate walked up to Schwartz with the tablet.

Schwartz typed out a line: "We continue to repair the system, and leave the next thing to the Operations Department... How about the data copy?"

"80% has been replaced."

Schwartz thought for a while, and ordered to his subordinates: "Don't block the virus too much now. After the data is replaced, change the update frequency of the last password line of defense to allow it to invade."

"You want to..."

"When it establishes a connection to download the data, find the transmission point of the signal and find out the person who invaded this time." Schwartz said.

King Yar City, Times Avenue.

Stephen drove the car all the way to the intelligence department. Another agent treated Mu Qingtong's injuries briefly. The air conditioner was turned on in the car, and he was half lying on the back seat, covered with his coat.

"No one followed?" Stephen looked in the rearview mirror while driving.

"No." The detective who had been investigating the situation replied.

Stephen speeded up the car and drove forward.

Mu Qingtong closed her eyes and rested, and slowed down her breathing rate to relieve the pain on her body.

Their communication has been kept unblocked, and suddenly a frequency band is inserted abruptly.

"I'm Lawson Green," said the other end.

Their supreme commander for this operation.

"How about Mu Qingtong?" Luo Sen asked.

"Slightly injured, but nothing serious. The task was completed smoothly, and I can rush back to the intelligence department in more than ten minutes."

"Well, hard work."

The detective sitting next to Mu Qingtong kept looking at Luo Sen while talking with him, with probing and curious eyes.

Mu Qingtong had noticed his gaze early in the morning, but it was difficult for her to speak clearly because of her own situation, so she just smiled awkwardly at him.

If Jiang Yao can really come to the intelligence department later, someone should have guessed why he was so mobilizing to rescue a trainee agent who has been suspended...

First Military Intelligence Department.

Mu Qingtong was escorted into the Ministry of Intelligence building. The decoration of this building was not gorgeous. There was a towering national flag at the gate. There were a dozen or so birds on the base of the national flag stand, happily jumping around on the tiles.

The interior decoration of the intelligence department is not much different from the place where Mu Qingtong worked before. They are all in a simple and rigorous style, but the building area here is larger.

"Where are you going now?" Mu Qingtong asked in a flowing voice.

"Take you for an examination." Stephen replied.

There are also medical facilities here?

The Operations Department is located on the second floor with emergency medical facilities in case of emergency.

After examination, Mu Qingtong had no bone fractures, but a blood vessel was injured in the throat, and the inner mucous membrane was torn, so she could not speak normally for a short time.

It seemed that Lyle had indeed withdrew his strength when he shot.Mu Qingtong thought unhappily.

At about twelve o'clock at noon, Mu Qingtong was lying in the lounge, and suddenly the whole building was under martial law. People from the operations department were pacing back and forth in the corridor, and he vaguely heard his superiors assigning positions for guards and patrols.

Mu Qingtong turned her head to the side and asked Stephen what was going on with her eyes.

Stephen poked his head out for a while and said, "His Royal Highness is coming."

Mu Qingtong: "..."

This Jiang Yao, it seems that since the National Day, the battle to go out has become bigger and bigger.