"One blow is a fatal technique, it is definitely a professional method."

Xu Guanqun pointed to the throat of the corpse and said with a serious expression: "The criminal's fingers are amazing. He can kill people in a downtown area in an instant, proving that he is not only bold and vicious, but also a master. But this technique is different from ours..."

"Yes." Lin Jiasheng reached out and touched his sunken throat, and thought to himself: "Why did this person kill the traffic police? Is there something wrong with it?"

Xu Guanqun re-covered the white cloth on the body, waved his hand and asked someone to carry it away, and said after standing up: "Witnesses proved that the criminal was driving a red Santana taxi, but the license plate was not remembered."

The case was reported. Since the 6-nan and 716 office attached great importance to it, Xun took over the traffic police's murder from the police and merged the two cases to investigate.

The entire Changsha City was overturned. Thousands of public security officers and armed police officers and soldiers dispatched to comb all the hotels, hotels, saunas, bus stations, train stations, and ship docks were closely monitored. Several highways and counties and township roads leaving Changsha City were set up. They were fully armed, with live ammunition, holding the facial portraits of Wen Zhonghui provided by 6 Nan and several others, and staring at each face vigilantly.

After struggling like this for a few days, I caught many thieves, scammers, and even a few unlucky fugitives. However, Wen Zhonghui fell into the sea and disappeared without a trace.

"It's inappropriate to do this." In the 716 office, Commander Hu frowned and looked at the case report, while listening to Jiang Jiaping's introduction to the Wen Zhong Association.

Wen Zhonghui has no record of any case, and no one knows where he came from. The police have no ID card record, and there are no files of suspects with similar characteristics in the office of 716. From a certain perspective, he can almost be regarded as a sudden emergence.

"War against the Eastern Turkistan elements is a long-term and arduous task. We must not only be persistent, fight tough battles, fight bayonets, but also have the qualities of enduring loneliness and being able to lie on ice and snow. The search with great fanfare is not only inefficient, but also makes us exhausted and we are all soldiers."

He looked at the photo of the traffic policeman who died in the file, took off his military cap, rubbed his gray head, sighed, and when he put it on again, there was a slight scent of perseverance and iron blood in his eyes.

"Our comrades will never sacrifice in vain! Their blood will not flow in vain! I order: all the cards will be withdrawn, and all the forces, whether they are the army, the police or the armed police, will all be in their respective departments. This case - transferred to a secret investigation."

Everyone stood attentively from their seats, and Qi Zheng responded: "Yes!" and then left the venue silently and quickly and began to arrange and execute.

After a while, there were only a few people left in the huge conference room. The room was filled with smoke, cigarette butts were stuffed with ashtrays, and teacups, documents and circulating volumes were placed on the table. A field staff member tiptoed in to come in and cleaned up. He looked at it, but was stopped by Lin Jiasheng with a stern gaze and immediately retracted his head. He closed the door lightly.

Commander Hu was kao on the back of the chair and rubbing his temples. After Xu Guanqun made a call, he came back from outside, sat back and took out his pistol and pulled out the bullets and pulled them out of the magazine, and then reloaded them one by one. Director Jiang put away his notebook and glanced at him. Xu Guanqun then took back his pistol and stared at his red eyes.

"Anaiqing. Turuer has an adopted son." After a long time, Commander Hu suddenly said something.

Lin Jiasheng opened the projector on the table with a "splash" and immediately an old man in prison uniform appeared on the screen. The old man's head was curled, his eyes were deep, and he had obvious Uyghur characteristics. He was about sixty years old. The sunlight on the plateau made his face appear a healthy red, but the years left a ditches on his face. His head was white, but his eyes were still as sharp and majestic as an eagle.

"He is Anaiqing Turur." Lin Jiasheng explained: "Everyone knows this person, I have seen this face countless times, right? He is the spiritual leader of the East Turkish Empire, and is also the strongest and most stubborn separatist. Before he was imprisoned, he planned or incited nearly 100 terrorist incidents. Among them, there were at least 200 casualties, and countless property losses..."

"In order to catch him, we sacrificed dozens of brave soldiers and police. He has been in prison for six years. But he has not repented. He still insists on his separatist proposition - we all know that this person is irreformable, but due to political needs, the central government is not ready to execute him. This makes the East Turkish elements outside even more crazy. They have not planned many cases in the past six years, and they even take the initiative to contact some of the U.S. and Europe to create public opinion and want to save him."

In fact, I know everything Lin Jiasheng said. The reason why he said it again was because he wanted to reorganize the recording of this meeting and collect more information.

"In the past six years, we have conducted 126 interrogations on him, and it can be said that the results are not small. Although he is a determined person, he is not familiar with anti-interrogation, so we also detect situations that we have not grasped before through interrogation, such as his adopted son-"

"He has never been married all his life. In fact, since he was eighteen years old, he has been determined to devote himself to the cause of the founding of the Eastern Turks. When he was 51 years old, he picked up a baby boy. We don't have the information about this baby boy, and we are also sure that this baby boy has basically left China since he was six."

"Following it, this child is now 25 years old. If Wen Zhonghui was this baby boy, then he is most likely wearing makeup..." Lin Jiasheng's face looked at the photos flashing on the screen in the shadow under the projector, and silently turned off the projector.

Commander Hu opened his eyes, looked around, and said, "The secret investigation is jointly responsible by Lin Jiasheng and Xu Guanqun, and the information and information are coordinated by the national security department. There are three directions for the investigation."

"One is what is the purpose of Wen Zhong's poisoning, two is whether he will rob the prison, and three is what he wants to do in the country."

After taking a shower, Shibihan sat on the bed wearing a large bath towel, checking the photos he took a few days ago. Suddenly, he picked up a front photo of 6 Nan and looked carefully.

After a few minutes, he finally confirmed that he was not wrong, "Ikez Almaty, you caught it!"

After putting away the photo, he shook off the bath towel, sat cross-legged on the bed and closed his eyes. After a while, he slowly raised his right leg from behind, and lifted it to his shoulders, then stretched out his left hand to hold the foot of his right leg and pulled it forward with force.

At this time, Spihan was like a mating snake, with his right leg and left arm twisted at an incredible angle and wrapped around his entire torso. This movement that is almost impossible for ordinary people to do has a very famous name, called "yoga."

However, the yoga poses performed by Spihan were neither used to slim down and shaping, nor were they learned to play popular roadblocks by young women. He was displaced from his foster father since he was a child, leaving footprints in Afghanistan, Myanmar, Sri Lanka, and Nepal. Later, he met a monk from India in Pakistan and followed him to India.

Spihan lived in the Jita Temple in India for ten years. In addition to practicing, he also accepted the study of art, philosophy, history, religion and language.

He is polite, handsome, fair skin that is completely different from the Indians, and because of his talent and indifference, he has become the most famous monk in the entire Gitarot when he is under 20 years old. Of course, he is in charge of practicing, and he obeys the call of his adoptive father at any time and anywhere in his heart, so he will definitely leave one day.

A Frenchman who came to visit Jita Temple saw Shibihan, who was dressed in a monk's robe and was reading. He looked over curiously and suddenly realized that he was reading a French version of Rousseau's "On the Origin and Foundation of Human Inequality".

"Do you understand French?" the Frenchman asked rashly.

Spihan's eyes turned to him, and after a few seconds of gentle and compassionate stay, he replied softly, but very clearly in French: "Yes, sir."

The Frenchman talked with Spihan all night and then talked with his master, and brought Shi Shihan, who was only 20 years old to France. Since then, Shi Shihan has begun to come into contact with another lifestyle that is completely different from India.

He began to receive all-round military and political training, and they taught him driving, shooting, fighting, blasting, and everything that the agents should master in the future. They told Spihan, "The French and the French government support you and are willing to do your part in your country."

Spihan is no longer the child who just came to India. He has his own thinking and has a lot of understanding of the international situation, especially China. He knows that the founding of the country in East Turkestan is a very ethereal thing. In his personal opinion, there will never be such a possibility under China's existing system and social environment!

But he was not a coward. On the contrary, he was filled with the same blood as his adopted father, Anaiqing Turur. So although he knew that the French had no kindness, he still accepted their help calmly.

The French then set up a timetable for him that was so detailed that it could be calculated in hours. He underwent more than a dozen plastic surgery, removed all the Uyghur characteristics on his body, and then the French made him a mask.

After that, in order to test him, or to train him, the French arranged several tasks for him, nothing more than tracking, assassinating or lurking.

After Shi Shihan passed all the training with perfect performance, the French realized that the time had come!

"Your father was arrested by the Chinese government six years ago, you have to help him!" Finally, the Frenchman gave him the identity of a Frenchman, a French passport, a credit card and a plane ticket, and sent him onto the plane.

Spihan's breathing was smooth and subtle. Although he needed to maintain the physical strength of this difficult movement of folding the body, he did not feel any fatigue. He slowly re-entered the meditation state, feeling the blood flowing through his limbs and spine, then gathered into his chest, and was pumped toward his whole body by the young, powerful and powerful heart.

His fighting skills are different from ordinary agents. He learned an ancient yoga that has been lost. He not only focuses on inner cultivation, but is more suitable for practical combat. Although he is also proficient in modern fighting, he is still more willing to use the yoga skills he is best at to restrain his opponents in entanglement and twisting.

Until dawn, Shi Shihan maintained this posture. He heard the birds chirping outside the window, and the road began to be noisy. Then he slowly opened his eyes and took the effort.

Shi Shihan did not have any qi and blood. On the contrary, he was full of strength and confidence. After a simple wash, he went downstairs to the front desk to check out and left the hotel with a small suitcase.

Since you have recognized you, then use your blood to do something for the warriors of the Eastern Turks!

The break is so long, it's really a bit shameless.

Now the update is resumed. To express your apology, I will add hundreds of words for you every day to express the guilt of the lights to all readers.
Chapter completed!