Chapter 118 They All Must Die

While Wanjia was washing up, Wang Xuesen reached for the phone and quickly dialed a number.

Dudu!

connected.

"Hey, Pingping, it's your brother Sen."

Wang Xuesen leaned against the headboard, speaking in a nonchalant tone.

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone; he clearly hadn't expected to receive a call from him at this hour.

Without waiting for her reply, Wang Xuesen continued speaking:

"Here's the thing, Director Ding has asked me to go with you to the Siberian fur shop tomorrow."

"Don't you hate me?"

"I'm giving you a heads-up beforehand, so that when I go there, you don't hurt me again in front of Director Ding."

He deliberately emphasized the word "harm".

He paused for a moment, then sighed.

"I don't want to go either."

"Nobody's buying it."

"Sigh... I must have owed you something in my past life."

"My entire year's salary has been spent on you."

"If you have any conscience at all, don't mess with me tomorrow."

That's fine.

"Hang up."

Click.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Xuesen rested his chin on his hand and stared blankly at the clock in the corner.

He had actually hinted to Zheng Pingping in their usual interactions that Ding Mocun did not trust her.

That girl is smart; she should be able to tell the difference.

But tonight's phone call is the last reminder.

"Don't mess with me"—a smart person understands these six words.

If she's smart enough, she'd better cancel the operation.

Otherwise, such a big commotion would alert Li Shiqun and Hu Junhe, and those guys would be able to find out her identity by following the clues.

Wang Xuesen even suspected that Li Shiqun already knew Zheng Pingping's true identity.

They haven't exposed it yet, they're just waiting.

Wait for her to reveal the secret herself.

Then, by doing so, they could deliver a fatal blow to Ding Mocun and completely drive out No. 76.

Zheng Pingping's life is in danger.

Wang Xuesen stood up, took a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table, walked to the balcony, and pushed open the door.

The December night wind brushed against my bare chest, making my skin crawl with goosebumps.

He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and squinted at the distant, dimly lit city.

After finishing one cigarette, he lit another.

I went over tomorrow's situation in my mind several times.

An assassin from the Military Intelligence Bureau (MIB) planned to "assassinate" him at a fur shop in Siberia, creating chaos and preventing the Central Bureau of Investigation (CBIS) from eliminating Ding Mocun.

The Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) was determined to kill Ding Mocun, and they definitely sent assassins to do so.

He was caught in the middle, with Dai Li's ironclad orders on his left and a chaotic battlefield with bullets flying everywhere on his right.

The slightest mistake could cost you your life.

But what about Zheng Pingping...?

Wang Xuesen flicked away the cigarette ash and frowned.

moment.

His eyes suddenly lit up.

A slight smile played on his lips; he already had an idea.

He stubbed out his cigarette and turned to walk back to his bedroom.

Wanjia had just come out of the bathroom when she saw him strolling in from the balcony, and immediately glared at him:

"Going to the balcony so late at night, you should at least put your pants on."

She glanced down and muttered, "It would be scary if someone saw this."

It was indeed quite frightening.

She wasn't talking nonsense.

Wang Xuesen lay down on the bed without a care in the world: "It's pitch black, who can see anything?"

As he spoke, he casually tossed the clothes off the bed, grimacing as he said, "These triangles are so uncomfortable to wear, they're so tight."

Wanjia looked at him, also looking worried.

"I bought it for your height of 1.9 meters, there are no larger sizes left."

She thought for a moment and said, "Tomorrow I'll get some scraps of fabric and have my mom make you a few loose, wide-legged ones."

Wang Xuesen rolled his eyes: "Could you be any lazier? Do I have to bother Mom with this little thing? Don't I have any dignity?"

Wanjia pouted and said matter-of-factly, "I...I don't know how to sew."

She rolled her eyes and added, "I'll just say it's a pair of beach shorts I plan to wear when I go on a beach vacation."

"Can't even afford beach shorts anymore?" Wang Xuesen was speechless.

"We, we're frugal, that won't do!" Wanjia's mouth was as sharp as it was in the morning.

"All right."

Wang Xuesen resigned himself to his fate and moved his pillow to the foot of the bed.

Wanjia disliked the smell of smoke.

He could only sleep with his wife's fragrant feet in his arms.

Within minutes, the snoring began.

Wanjia turned her head and glanced at him, feeling both annoyed and amused.

This guy has a really big heart.

Tomorrow I'll be facing a mountain of knives, so I can fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.

She sighed and turned off the light.

……

It's 11 p.m.

Avenue Joffre.

Zheng Pingping, wearing high heels, hurriedly walked into an inconspicuous bar.

She wore a dark blue cashmere coat and her scarf was wrapped high, almost covering half of her face.

Pushing open the bar door, you're greeted by warmth and loud jazz music.

She walked straight to the bar and sat down, gently tapping the counter:

"A glass of whiskey, please."

The waiter wiped the glass and glanced at her.

"With ice?"

Zheng Pingping smiled and said, "No, add lemon juice instead."

The waiter nodded and said, "Please wait a moment."

Then he leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice.

"Second floor, private room number 3."

Zheng Pingping got up without making a sound and climbed the stairs to the second floor.

At the end of the corridor, the door to private room number 3 was ajar.

She pushed open the door and went inside.

The interior was dimly lit and filled with smoke.

A middle-aged man in a dark gray suit with a gloomy face sat on the sofa with his legs crossed.

He was Xu Zhaolin, the head of the Shanghai district of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

Hearing the door open, he suddenly looked up.

Hearing the door open, he suddenly looked up.

Upon recognizing Zheng Pingping, his tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

But then his expression darkened, and he frowned, saying:

"Why are you so late? What do you need me for?"

"Don't you know that Li Shiqun and Hu Junhe are hunting us down like madmen?"

Zheng Pingping closed the door tightly and locked it behind her.

She walked to the opposite side of the sofa and sat down, speaking politely but apologetically:

"I know."

That's why I absolutely had to see you.

Xu Zhaolin leaned back on the sofa and scrutinized her.

"Speak, what's the urgent matter?"

Zheng Pingping took a deep breath and said seriously, "I suspect that Ding Mocun has already guessed my identity."

"Tomorrow's assassination plan may be dangerous."

She raised her head, her eyes filled with earnestness.

"Can we cancel?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Zhaolin's expression changed instantly, and he said anxiously:

"Are you crazy?"

"It's rare for Dingmo Village to come out! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"Moreover, the district has already selected assassins and made meticulous plans."

"You're making me cancel such a significant operation just because you have a 'doubt' at this point?"

He stared at Zheng Pingping with a sinister gaze, his voice low and filled with pressure and anger:

"You think this is child's play? Is everyone just sitting around doing nothing?"

Zheng Pingping frowned and gripped the handbag on her lap tightly.

"But if I do that, I might be exposed."

Xu Zhaolin took a deep drag on his cigarette and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

He knew, of course, that this was very disadvantageous for Zheng Pingping.

He had even come up with two more plans.

If he could assassinate Ding Mocun on the spot, he would arrange for an assassin to take care of Zheng Pingping in the chaos.

One hundred.

To prevent her from being caught later and having her mouth pried open in the interrogation room of No. 76, thus revealing everything about herself and the district's organization.

If you can't kill Ding Mocun, then spare her life.

This will make it easier to get closer to the target next time and find another opportunity to take action.

In short, Ding Mocun must die, whether sooner or later.

This is Xu Zhaolin's only chance to turn his life around.

The defection of Su Chengde and Hu Junhe almost emptied the foundation of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics' Shanghai branch.

What made him even more uneasy was that he was one of Ye Xiufeng's four bodyguards.

Hsu En-tseng, the current head of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS), is at the height of his power, and even the two Chen brothers are finding it difficult to control him.

As a member of the Ye faction, he was repeatedly reprimanded and suppressed by Xu Enzeng.

The threat of Su Chengde and Hu Junhe's defection hung over his head, ready to fall at any moment.

Xu Zhaolin lived in constant fear.

There was always a fear that Xu Enzeng might abandon, judge, or even silence him at any moment.

Therefore, he urgently needs to make a contribution.

Fortunately, when his old friend Ji Yuanpu left Shanghai, he left him a good card: Zheng Pingping.

Young, beautiful, a top socialite in Shanghai, determined, and has already successfully gotten close to Ding Mocun.

If you play this card well, you can turn the tide.

Thinking of this, Xu Zhaolin's tone softened a bit.

He stubbed out his cigarette, feigned concern, and patted Zheng Pingping's hand.

"Pingping, don't be afraid."

"We have already arranged an evacuation plan."

"If you assassinate Ding, you will also be a victim. The customers and employees present can all testify to this."

"No one from the 76th Division could find any evidence."

His gaze was sincere, and his words were earnest.

"Besides, your parents are influential people in Shanghai."

"Li Shiqun has no evidence; he can't do anything to you."

"Our district will also try its best to help you."

He squeezed Zheng Pingping's hand and said firmly, "Don't worry, you'll be fine."

Zheng Pingping frowned even more deeply.

She was not comforted by these words.

On the contrary, the more confidently Xu Zhaolin assured her that "nothing will happen," the more uneasy she felt.

Having spent some time with the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS), she had come to know these people to some extent.

They talk about principles, but their hearts are full of calculations.

They say they'll keep you safe, but then they can turn around and throw you away like a expendable pawn.

But there was another big reason why she risked exposure to come here in the middle of the night: Wang Xuesen would also be there.

Wang Xuesen was not as famous as Ding Mocun.

But he was the second young master of the Wang family, and also a notorious "traitor" who defected from Chongqing.

Given Xu Zhaolin's ruthlessness, killing one person is the same as killing two.

He will definitely include Wang Xuesen on the assassination list as well.

Killing one more traitor would bring another credit to the report.

Zheng Pingping was extremely anxious at that moment.

She knew that Wang Xuesen was not a bad person.

They genuinely care about themselves.

In the den of iniquity number 76, only he would privately tell her to "be careful."

He was much gentler with progressive figures like Mao Liying and Xu Fang than with other secret agents.

He was simply dragged down as a scapegoat by Ding Mocun.

A sucker who carries other people's bags and pays their bills.

What's more, that phone call just now... "Don't mess with me."

Zheng Pingping is not stupid.

She could tell.

Wang Xuesen was warning her.

This reckless guy, using his thuggish way of speaking, sent her one last signal.

He probably had a premonition, or already knew, about the Central Bureau of Investigation's plans for tomorrow.

She raised her head and looked directly into Xu Zhaolin's eyes.

"District Chief, there's one more thing I need to say."

"District Chief, there's one more thing I need to say."

Xu Zhaolin, with a cigarette between his fingers, raised an eyebrow: "Speak."

"I won't be going to Dingmo Village alone tomorrow."

"Wang Xuesen, the director of interrogation room No. 76, will also be present."

Zheng Pingping said seriously.

Xu Zhaolin's pupils contracted slightly, then a cold smile appeared on his lips:

"Wang Shizhong's grandson?"

Zheng Pingping pursed her lips and pleaded, "Could you... not touch him?"

Xu Zhaolin paused for a moment, his hand holding the teacup still.

A chilling glint flashed deep in his eyes, but vanished in an instant.

You shameless hussy.

Is she dating Wang Xuesen?

Women are naturally passionate; they can't resist falling for pretty boys, they're really unreliable.

However, now is not the time to provoke her.

We've managed to stabilize the situation.

Xu Zhaolin cursed inwardly, but his smile became even more amiable and gentle:

"Pingping, don't worry."

"In this operation, only Ding the traitor will be executed; the rest will be spared."

Zheng Pingping stared into his eyes without saying a word.

She was trying to distinguish between the real and the fake.

But Xu Zhaolin's face was too good at acting. His sinister features were now filled with concern and certainty, and she couldn't read the answer at all.

Seeing that she was still hesitant, Xu Zhaolin added fuel to the fire, his tone becoming somewhat impassioned:

"Pingping, do you know?"

"Commander Xu has already prepared a celebration banquet for you in the mountain city."

"Once this great undertaking is accomplished tomorrow, you, Zheng Pingping, will become a national hero and a source of glory for the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics."

Zheng Pingping lowered her gaze, staring at the handbag resting on her lap, her tone dejected:

"I don't care about any glory."

"It would be good if we could get rid of Ding Mo Village."

After saying that, she stood up, straightened her coat collar, and bowed slightly: "It's getting late, so I won't bother you any longer."

Walking in the dark stairwell, Zheng Pingping felt increasingly uneasy, her heart filled with gloom.

Her intuition told her that Xu Zhaolin might not keep his promise.

But she had done everything she could.

I'll try my best to protect Wang Xuesen then.

The rest is up to fate, whether we live or die.

Zheng Pingping's footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Inside the private room, Xu Zhaolin's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a sinister and cold sneer as he cursed:

"Stupid hoof."

"You're calling me in the middle of the night, just for some pretty boy."

"You're wasting my time."

As he spoke, he crushed the cigarette butt to dust and gave a sinister laugh:

"Tomorrow's operation will result in your deaths."

What a joke! A swan offered to us, how could we let him get away?

Even if the King of Heaven himself came, he wouldn't survive until tomorrow!

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