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Chief Chu and Chu Xun are just two groups of people, and there is another group, which was in Macau at the time.

Hou Jinjin protects the calf alone, and he ran away with his wife. He can ignore his father's life, but can he ignore his own son, the only precious son?

His son was not in Beijing at all.It was also because of the emergency, the hasty and embarrassing escape plan, and the phone at home was monitored, so it was inconvenient to contact and direct my son to escape.Hou Jinjin sat in a panic on the fleeing plane, diverted to Japan, and was picked up by CIA personnel to go to the United States.He tried to talk to his son on the phone again on the way, but he couldn't get in touch.

Where is a group of Hou at this time?

This man gambled at the Macau Hotel.

Hou Yiqun lived in Macau for a little while, visiting casinos and nightclubs all day long, and occasionally went to Hong Kong to deal with his company's messy and illegal business, so it was convenient to travel.

Ever since he was beaten up by his father last time, he felt that he had lost face and felt angry. He was molested by a few cronies, so he went to Macau to play.He rented a luxury suite in the hotel for a long time, got up in the afternoon every day, enjoyed expensive seafood in the afternoon, went to the casino in the evening, went to the table to gamble, and gambled until the early morning of the next day, living this kind of indulgent and corrupt life...

Hou Yiqun thinks so, dear father, if you don’t let me hang out with Chu Xiaoer, I’ll stay away from him; if you don’t let me gamble in Beijing, I’ll play money in another place, so I can’t just hang out there comfortable!It was only later that he realized how much he had stumbled.He can only hang out in the circle of Honggui children in Sijiucheng, relying on his special status, some people praise him, some people praise him, and some people even rely on losing money to bribe their old Hou's family to "confess".As long as he changes to a new place, can he enjoy it?

Hou Qunyuan lost money in the Macau Hotel that month, more than ten times what he lost to Chu Xun.

Chu Xun had backhands at the beginning, deliberately concealing his edge, humbly yielding to the little monkey, and did not really follow him.Once you leave the circle of influence in the capital, gamblers and predators from all over the world will gather in the Lisboa Hotel, and you will see the real chapter on the gambling table. A half-baked guy like Mr. Hou is not worthy to lift the shoes of those professional gamblers. .

In the beginning, he only lost tens of thousands, and occasionally won, which made his heart itch, and he fell into the trap of the casino more and more.

Later, when I started losing hundreds of thousands and hundreds of thousands, I couldn't hold on anymore...

He lost too much money, and the funds circulating in his own company couldn't fill this huge hole at all.He wanted to touch the company's account, but suddenly found out that the money in the bank account had been frozen. Who was messing with him behind the scenes?

Surnamed Chu.

It must be Chu Xiaoer who is playing tricks behind his back, plotting against his company, Mr. Hou thought to himself.

This matter was indeed done by Chu Xun.On the one hand, Director Chu sent people to monitor Mr. Hou, and on the other hand, he used the bank to pinch the opponent's lifeline and cut off his financial resources.

A group of shrewd minds like Hou started to figure out that they owe too much money, so run away.

However, if you want to run again at this time, you can't escape.Mr. Hou's car was robbed and he was beaten twice.The local gangsters who want debts don't even recognize you as a son or young master, and they beat you really hard.A group of men in black were holding axes and chasing Mr. Hou to hack in the street. One ax smashed the front windshield of his sports car, and the car was smashed. How dare you run?

When he was beaten for the first time, this person still dared to yell at the other party, you fucking dare to beat me, do you know who my father and my grandfather are, a group of farmers in a small broken fishing village, went to Zhongnanhai to inquire!

The second time, I didn't dare to yell anymore, and I played honestly.Hou Yiqun grew up so big, he had never been beaten so badly, his feces and urine were almost beaten out, he cried bitterly, and begged for mercy on his knees...

With cotton balls stuffed in his nose, his face smudged, and one arm dangling, he called Beijing to ask the housekeeper for money.

At that time, his own father was worrying about opening his brain to treat illnesses.Hou Xianjin was on the phone, his voice was tired and hoarse: "800 million?"

"Prodigal bastard... I don't have the money to pay you back the usury."

"2000 million, enough money for your grandpa's brain to get the tumor."

"Your grandfather is critically ill, he may be dying soon, Ma Lier, get the hell out of here and go back to Beijing."

Hou Yiqun was so unlucky that drinking cold water made his teeth hurt: "Dad, I can't go back now, please help me. If you don't help me fill this hole, they will kill me! I can't go Oh me! Dad..."

It was also in the early morning of the Hou family's accident that a group of Hou ran away.At this time, he didn't know that their home was ransacked in Beijing, shaking the city.Then call those cronies and friends, all of them disappear without answering his calls, and he can't borrow a penny.He climbed high and fell hard, and no one supported him, supported him, or made him "offer".

Hou Qun lowered the brim of his hat, dressed low-key, and looked alert.He only carried a small suitcase and his personal belongings, and took the first boat from Macau to Hong Kong in the early morning. He wanted to enter Shenzhen through the Hong Kong gate to escape the pursuit of loan sharks.The car was only halfway through, and at a certain intersection in Tsim Sha Tsui, three or five cars suddenly appeared from all directions, surrounding him back and forth!Two dozen thugs wearing green dragon tattoos and holding sharp axes got out of those cars, their eyes turned white, and without saying a word, they came towards Mr. Hou's car with a murderous look!

Hou Yiqun huddled in the car, motionless and didn't shout, a pool of donkey urine slowly leaked out from the crotch seam, and flowed all over the car, and he was going to be decapitated today.

The side window was split with an axe.

The glass shattered and splashed, covering the head and face, watching the ax being chopped into the car...

In the nick of time, two black cars turned out of the intersection and slammed on the brakes. Seven or eight men in black windbreakers and sunglasses got out of the car.The leading man had short black hair, was tall and thin, and was agile. He knocked out an ax with a stick, and then swung it with one arm!A thug with a face full of flesh followed the direction of the man's force, as if being pulled by a force, and flew out...

On the same day, the citizens of Tsim Sha Tsui witnessed a thrilling armed fight on the street, comparable to a gangster blockbuster.

The seven or eight mysterious men in black seemed to have descended from the sky and rushed into the crowd without drawing guns, axes or long knives to scare the citizens.Each of them holds a steel telescopic stick, one stick after another is beaten down, blood splashes, and the bald head and green dragon tattoo bloom...

Hou Yiqun saw the savior in the car: "Chen...Chen Huan."

Mr. Hou recognized that these people were the agents of the Ninth Bureau of National Security, and they must have come to rescue him.He had heard of the big name in the lead and recognized him, Director Chen, a ruthless character in the Ninth Bureau.

Chen Chu was wearing a black windbreaker, with his usual handsome style, striding on the hood of the car and jumping on the roof.This man rode alone to occupy the commanding heights, and with a condescending aura, he slashed at the head with a swinging stick, and the attack was ruthless.The opponent's eye sockets burst instantly, and a horrible bloody gash protruded from his face. The ax in his hand was picked up by the swinging stick, and he was knocked into the air...

The front and rear windows of the car were smashed, and a group of Hou rushed out of the car with their suitcases in their arms, trying to run away.

He ran in front, and a small leader of the Qinglong Gang chased after him with an axe.Hou Yiqun turned his head, thinking of a fierce Taekwondo move, he turned around and kicked!

The other party was not polite, and stretched out his hand to show a sharp axe!

Human feet against axes?The fifth-degree black belt couldn't cover it anymore, Hou Yiqun's face changed drastically, he retracted his legs, turned around and fled.

He was wounded in one arm, his steps were disorderly, and he fell all at once, with the ax chasing after him.He hid in panic, the ax cut on his calf, and he felt heart-piercing pain immediately, and he was extremely embarrassed.

With another ax coming up, Hou Yiqun raised the suitcase to block it.The box was cut and exploded, and the banknotes leaking out of it were like flying snowflakes, and also like the scattered paper money that sounded the death knell for his old Hou's house, dancing all over the sky, cold and desolate...

The battle lasted only three to five minutes, and seven or eight national security agents quickly repelled the gangsters with clean tactics.

Chen Chu walked over slowly, looked at Mr. Hou who was howling on the ground with his chopped leg, stared at him a few times, and laughed out loud.

He reached out to grab the collar of his clothes, dragged the man, and got them into the car.

Hou Yiqun was dragged away with his arms hanging, one leg covered in blood, and the domineering look of the little Houye was still in his eyes.

Hou Yiqun yelled in a low voice: "Fuck it, dare, dare to do it, you guys from the Ninth Bureau will wipe out the Qinglong Gang instead of me."

"Hey, Chen Huan, where are you taking me?"

"Stop, stop, why are you handcuffing me!"

……

Chen Chu turned his head suddenly, and pressed a slender and slender steel rod against Hou Yiqun's throat in his hand, pushing the little Hou Ye so hard that he couldn't speak immediately, his throat trembling.

Chen Huan's eyes under the sunglasses were cold: "Be honest, don't mess around on the road."

Hou Qun judged the situation and did not dare to resist. He asked in a low voice, "Chen, do you fucking want to rebel?"

Chen Huan sneered: "We didn't rebel, it was your family who rebelled."

"Your father ran away, you can't run away."

"We are ordered to arrest you and go back."

Hou Yiqun's complexion gradually changed...

This person suffered a severe blow mentally, and a thunderbolt appeared in front of his eyes, causing the sky to shatter.

His dad ran away.

The dignified General of the Military Commission, a high-ranking military official, ran away...

After all, Hou Yiqun's brains are not wooden, and he immediately understood what the word "run" meant, and this was a defection.His shoulders collapsed, he couldn't believe it, and couldn't say a word...

Chen Huan also ordered dishes when he saw people, so now, can he have a good face towards the people of the Hou family?They are all in this line of work, and the traitors and scum in the team are the most taboo and contemptible. If they see one, they will do it one by one, and they can't wait to be executed on the spot.Chen Chushi was dispatched by his superiors to assist the military in arresting people by using Guoan's eyeliner.They have been watching the little monkey in Macau for a long time, spying secretly, watching Mr. Hou get his arm chopped off by the debt-collecting underworld.

Chen Huan didn't move at that time, and deliberately ignored it. He watched a group of people being beaten coldly in the dark... The superior only said that he wanted to keep alive, and it didn't matter if his arms and legs were disabled.The tide ebbs and flows in the officialdom, the world is hot and cold, and it has been like this from ancient times to the present. When a big tree falls, there will never be a lack of people around to watch the excitement, and no one will sympathize.

The old monkey ran away, but the little monkey was caught.

Chen Chu made a report to Beijing and said on the phone: "The target is obtained, we will withdraw immediately."

Chu Xun replied: "Xiao Chen, thank you for your hard work."

The corner of Chen Huan's mouth twitched: "Hey, it's a small thing to run an errand for the brother department. But let me tell the truth first, the little monkey was cut off with one arm and one leg."

Chu Xun said very impersonally: "It's okay to have a club left after the arms and legs are cut off, as long as the life is still alive."

Sitting in the car, Chen Huan was blowing the sea breeze, chatting a few words: "I said, Young Master Chu, I have to call you from now on, Director Chu?"

Chu Xun snorted, noncommittal.

The two also held the positions of department-level cadres.Units like the National Security Bureau are more aggressive than other state agencies, with higher pay; the Second and Third Departments of the General Staff are even more powerful than the National Security Bureau. They are the highest-level intelligence agency in the country, with a mysterious identity and higher pay.Therefore, the status of the director and the director is very different.Chu Xun was five years younger than Chen Huan, and when he opened his mouth, he just said "Xiao Chen", and he could smell that coquettish smell through the telephone wire eight thousand miles away.When Chen Huan talked to Young Master Chu at this time, his tone was different. Knowing that the other party was a character, he wished he could pounce on Chu Xun's thigh and rubbed him fiercely a few times.

Chen Huan said: "I really didn't know before, but it turned out to be you, my colleague, please take care of me in the future."

Chu Xun's tone was neither salty nor weak, and his attitude was neither warm nor angry: "I'll see you later in Beijing. I'll have dinner with you when I'm free."

Chen Huan was very active, and quickly responded: "That's a good idea, we brothers and sisters can agree on this!"

Chu Xun hung up the phone, stood in the light and shadow of the wall lamp in the bathroom, and looked at himself.

In the mirror is a big bald head with green stubble, his eyes are calm and calm.

Twenty hours later, even before Hou Xianjin was escorted by the CIA to detour into the United States, the New York airport customs immigration was crowded with people. Two men in black clothes and black trousers in the long snake formation, with their chests on their backs, followed silently. The flow of people queuing for entry paced forward.

The man standing in front has a handsome face and a broad back, wearing a punk-style black leather jacket covered with iron nails, black leather pants, viewed from the back, his hair is scratched with hairspray on the top of his head, and he holds a A guitar case with a stern face.Behind the man with the cockscomb head, leaning against a handsome bald guy, he was dressed in tight black clothes to set off his figure, because his head was shaved, his black eyebrows and bright eyes were more prominent, he was quite handsome...

The strange names and fake identities written on the air tickets and passports held by the two of them.The makeup and attire of the two of them are completely different, as if they are completely different people. If they stand in front of their parents at this time, it will take a long time for the parents to recognize their son!

Before Chu Xunlin set off, he picked up the clippers by himself, looked in the mirror, and without hesitation, pushed off the soft brown hair on his head, and shaved his head bald.As soon as the hair fell out, I saw a thin and handsome face in the mirror, with bright eyes, and the head was not shaved too shaved, leaving a layer of stubble.

Chuanwu stood behind and commented: "The eyes are big."

Chu Xun: "Is it okay?"

Chuanwu: "Well... like a little monk."

Chu Xun: "Is there such a good-looking monk?"

"I'm like this, it's a pity to be a monk."

Chu Xun added in an extremely narcissistic way, turning his chin sideways, admiring from left to right.

He turned around and changed his family's Er Wu's face, but he was merciful to Er Wu, and he didn't want to shave his head, because he didn't think he was handsome.He dyed the cold and handsome Comrade Xiao Huo's hair purple, and pulled out a mohawk.Then he lowered his head to tidy up someone's underwear and outer pants, even squatted down to check his boots, and tied the shoelaces for the other person with his own hands... just barely hugged Er Wu's thigh and rubbed hard a few times.

The two were shirtless, standing side by side in the bathroom, silently packing for the people around them, just like before every expedition.Chu Xun concentrated his head and embedded a miniature communicator under the collarbone on Chuanwu's side, then turned his head to face the mirror and asked Chuanwu to help him put on the earrings.

Chuanwu's fingers were thick, and he carefully touched Chu Xun's ears.Chu Xun's auricles were translucent and light red, and the earrings were obviously red and swollen.

Chuanwu frowned: "It's swollen again, you're still allergic to foreign objects, it didn't heal when you had inflammation last time."

Chu Xun rolled up the corners of his mouth and comforted the other party: "For the last mission, I don't need to wear this stuff anymore."

Chuanwu didn't talk nonsense anymore, he pinched Chu Xun's waist from behind, his palm was rough, and his hand was thick and steady.Unable to hold back, Chuanwu suddenly leaned forward, put his lips on the back of Chu Xun's smooth head, kissed him, and let Chu Xun's new stubble pierce his mouth...

Last mission.

set off.

Time is running out, and every second is racing against time. It takes only half a day to set off to attack, and every step of the plan must do everything possible to get ahead of the opponent.

What Chu Xun had to do at that time was not only to go deep into the tiger's den to catch a bald bird, but to mobilize the offline of the entire North American Regional Intelligence Bureau of the Second Department of the General Staff to notify and cover the relevant personnel to transfer and retreat.He is the head of the Special Affairs Department of the Second Department. He has a list of all the subordinates in his hand. He doesn't need to print it out in black and white to leave traces for the opponent. Everyone's information is recorded in his mind.He won't leave his men to opponents.

Within a day, there were turmoil and undercurrents surging in all states across the United States.

Two international students from the local University of Washington in the capital were picked up by mysterious people with their luggage...

A Chinese teacher at a university very close to the CIA headquarters in Langley left with a large number of documents, and his whereabouts are unknown...

A Chinese engineer in the Kennedy Space Center left with computer chip data, and the responders quickly took him away from the border, and took a boat to Cuba to return home...

The two sides are fighting for time to see who moves faster.

Hou Jinjin himself was still sitting on the special plane that the CIA picked him up at this time.The plane is about to land, surrounded by several CIA agents.

Onboard TV screens scrolled through the latest news.U.S. TV stations were fast-talking and rushing to publish news, quoting news from China: "According to Beijing sources, since a senior Chinese military official left the country and was suspected of defecting, it is said that the only son of the senior official has been arrested in Macau and has been arrested. The Chinese State Security Department has captured..."

Hou Jinjin suddenly raised his head and stared at the TV screen, his face turned ashen for an instant, and he was completely inhumane.

He couldn't speak, holding his file box tightly in his arms...

Washington...Virginia...Florida...Texas...Nevada...

At night, the casino city of Vegas is brightly lit, and there are many tourists and gamblers on both sides of the long street.Imitating the magnificent lights of the Eiffel Tower in the night, the artificial fountain pool in front of the Belleji Hotel is performing a moving opera.

In the private room of the Belleji Hotel Casino, several elderly men, well-dressed, were playing Texas Hold'em.

Among the old men, there was a Chinese-looking man named John Wei.

By the way, why did John Wei happen to be here?This man retired and moved to San Francisco, bought a mansion and a yacht on the Sunshine Coast of California, and enjoyed himself and his life.His wife passed away two years ago, and his son went to college and lived away from home. The old man was usually alone, and he came to Vegas every autumn and winter, and lived in the casino for half a month to play cards.

Gambling in Vegas has been John Wayne's 20-year non-stop hobby.He also used this method to cover up more than 100 million annual unidentified income in his bank account, the reward for his hard work.

With a cigar between his fingers, John Wei turned over two hole cards.The same news was rolling on the TV in the private room: "China and the United States have renewed diplomatic disputes, and China issued a protest...According to Beijing sources, a high-ranking military official is suspected of defecting, and Beijing accused Washington..."

John Wei's fingers holding the cards paused for a moment, and then stabilized. He looked at the cards expressionlessly, his eyes fixed on the cards, but his flickering eyes clearly revealed his complicated state of mind, and he tightly twisted the cards with his fingers...

This was Chu Xun's discussion with He Cheng in advance: "The news of Lao Hou's defection should be released as soon as possible. Sooner or later, everyone will know it. Why don't we release the news first and inform people to hide or move."

Chu Xun said: "There is also the matter of Hou Yiqun being arrested. Let's release the news first, force the opponent to negotiate, and buy time from it."

Before leaving, He Cheng told Chu Xun: "I'm not worried about others, it's easy for the people below to get around... I'm worried about Big Pineapple."

Chu Xun thought quickly: "The one surnamed Hou only knows my identity, he doesn't know Daboluo's real body, he doesn't know Daboluo at all."

He Cheng thought about it and said, "Yes, he didn't know him, but he took away some documents, which contained the information we got from Big Pineapple, the information that a specific person could have access to within a specific time range, and the other party saw it. Get it... that's the biggest exposure."

Chu Xun's brows slowly tightened, his expression extremely solemn.

He Cheng said in a hoarse voice: "It's like the file that Big Pineapple provided us. It never mentioned who the vulture is, but it's enough for us to follow the clues to find out the real body..."

Chu Xun almost bit his lower lip to bleed.

After 20 years of lurking, the two big moles are both a knife stuck in the opponent's chest, digging holes in the opponent's heart, digging food, sucking blood and eating meat! "Pineapple" and "Vulture" have fought openly and secretly for so many years, could it be the end, because a careless move put Pineapple in a critical situation of exposing his true body and surrounded by all sides? !

Chu Xun said: "Boss, I know what to do. I'll take the pineapple home this trip."

A helicopter landed at a small airport in Vegas. Secret agents in black rushed off the plane and went straight to the target hotel.The arrest operation looks imminent.

At the same time, a man with a purple cockscomb head carried a guitar case and contained mints, and stepped into the magnificent lobby of the Belleji Hotel. He was wearing black clothes and sunglasses, and his figure cast a shadow on the marble floor.

Behind Huo Chuanwu, Chu Xun had a bald head and a handsome face with black eyebrows.He quickly walked past the hotel lobby covered with glass lotus leaves, and the multicolored glass cast an unusually calm brilliance on his face.

Chu Xun's disguise was exquisite and wonderful.It's clearly him, but it's not like him at all.He even shaved his eyebrows, and he didn't hesitate to ruin his face to the end.He re-drawn the two raised eyebrows for himself, the eyeliner was hooked at the corners of the eyes, the pupils were swirls of luster, and his expression was calm.

Chu Xun came, and the agents arrested by the other party were also coming soon.

People from both sides gathered in the hotel, and a number of black cars blocked the front and rear doors.The spectacular fountain in front of the Belleji Gate is sublimated in the opera aria, and the curved water column rises to a height of [-] meters...