Rong Qing felt a faint sense of excitement. Tonight, she was still the unknown hero who protected the people in the dark.
After checking his equipment to make sure there was no problem, he quickly came to a secluded corner of the yard, and the sound became clearer.
Bird language?
Birdsong every word!
I was thinking that I must hit them hard on the head. They are really rude. Don’t they know how to speak the language of the Flowering Country? Do you know how to adapt to local customs? They talk nonsense as if no one can understand them.
They were so bold that they even kidnapped the pillars of the country. Rong Qing could never tolerate this, especially now that the country is in a stage of development with a lot of work to do. Talents, especially high-end talents in various fields are the absolutely indispensable treasures of the country at this time, and none of them can be missing.
She pulled the black mask on her face, revealing only her charming eyes that contained murderous intent from under the brim of the mask. She took out a smoke bomb and threw it towards the source of the sound. It drew a perfect parabola in the air, then landed steadily and exploded. After a burst of billowing white smoke, there were several "bang, bang, bang" sounds of a heavy object hitting the ground.
Tsk
It hurts just listening to it
About ten seconds later
Rong Qing used his spiritual sense to make sure that all the spies had fallen, and the people tied up by them in the house had also fallen down at an angle. Then he brushed the non-existent dust off his hands and stepped in.
The same process, Dadao came out with a "swish" and gave them a new shape, tied them into human skewers, dragged them to the yard, and tied the ends of the ropes to the tree trunks.
He turned around and took a look at those eye-catching things. They had golden hair, high nose bridges, and tall bodies. It looked like they were all martial artists. He took out a wooden stick and hit the head of someone who was not there a few times, saying non-stop:
"It's rude, really rude. He's in another country and still speaks your language. He's not professional at all. Why would a good guy like him steal? It's really despicable."
First, he woke up their leader, asked him some questions that concerned him, and then hit him on the head with a stick. Then he laid them down in a neat row. A gust of cold wind blew, and a hint of impatience flashed across Rong Qing's eyes. He looked around and finally found some hay in a corner. He moved it over and covered them with it, leaving only their heads exposed as usual.
After doing all this, he returned to the house and covered his own countrymen with all the thick quilts and thick clothes that the spies had originally covered themselves with. He also considerately tucked in their quilts and moved the stove around them, controlling the distance well so that the clothes and quilts would definitely not be burned.
Taking two of the spies, Lao Cheng dropped them off at the nearest police station with a letter attached. The content was the same as before, except for the different events, people, and locations.
About five minutes later, the sirens sounded throughout the police station. This incident was quite large and urgent, and it was definitely a first-class merit.
Even the captain was not calm anymore and said with a smile:
"We really want to thank the unknown heroes for their enthusiastic support for the people. They have punished the traitors and brought us first-class merit. Everyone, please be alert and never let any enemy agent go. Our great country of flower-growing plants will never allow any other country to invade. Anyone who invades will be punished."
Rong Qing has already headed to the next destination. This night is destined to be extraordinary. Only she sighs and moves forward with a heavy burden, shuttling through the city. Even though the wind is cold and the temperature tonight has dropped to minus 20 degrees Celsius, the hot blood in her body is constantly boiling.
She will never tolerate spies and will definitely eliminate those who hinder the country's development one by one. She is willing to be a road sweeper. She does not want the people's praise, the country's rewards, or glory. She just wants to do her best to make the best possible contribution.
She didn't think this was so great, or anything to be celebrated. She was truly grateful to be reborn in this relatively peaceful era, so she wanted the world to speed up a little because of her and become a truly peaceful and prosperous world.
Then she would be able to truly enjoy life to the fullest.
That night, the sound of sirens resounded throughout the night sky of Kyoto. Hidden spy bases were destroyed one by one, and those spies who thought they were hiding well were captured one by one. Everyone had white lips and trembling bodies. Don't ask, the answer is that it was just too damn cold. It felt like if the police had arrived any later, they would all have turned into ice sculptures.
No one will sympathize with them. They will be taken away in police cars and interrogated in any way they want. There is no need for them to show the hospitality of our Chinese people.
After sending the last two people off, Rong Qing felt her limbs a little numb, and waves of fatigue came over her. She was tired. Even with the help of props, she felt that her body had reached its limit. There were eleven places, and the distance between them was not close, so her legs really never stopped.
I really want to give myself a banner!
Dragging her exhausted and freezing body back to the Jiang residence, Rong Qing didn't go straight back to her own room. Instead, she quietly sneaked into Jiang Yan'er's room, not forgetting to take out her private vault. As soon as she stepped inside, she was enveloped by a warm heat and a burst of fragrance. Looking around in the hazy moonlight, Rong Qing was honestly a little jealous!
The Jiang family really doted on her like a princess, with two oversized wardrobes, more than a dozen mahogany boxes, and a specially built dressing table filled with all sorts of popular vanishing creams, lipsticks, body lotions... and a three-layer vintage sandalwood jewelry box.
The big double bed was surrounded by pink gauze curtains, not to mention the luxurious furnishings everywhere. Incense was burning on the cabinet, emitting wisps of white smoke, and the fragrance filled the entire room.
The image of the real daughter suddenly appeared in his mind. He sighed softly. How could he have the nerve to enjoy these things? He was simply enjoying them by stepping on the real daughter's flesh and blood.
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