Chapter 411 (Returned to Hong Kong) Who dares them to secretly develop nuclear weapons? !

Chapter 411 (Returned to Hong Kong) Who dares them to secretly develop nuclear weapons? !

Late at night, the car was speeding on the empty and deserted road.

In the back seat, Zheng Jirong stared at the rapidly retreating scenery outside the window, a trace of deep thinking flashed across his face.

He returned to Hong Kong Island this morning. After reminiscing with his senior brother at the Peace Hotel, he returned to his home in Kadoorie Hill alone. He did not inform anyone about the whole process.

Jimmy, Tiedan Ayi and others only learned of his return when he showed up voluntarily afterwards.

He was not too surprised when the organization learned that he had returned to Hong Kong Island.

After all, as the only high-profile agent in the north on Hong Kong Island, he and the people around him must have been secretly monitored by many forces.

But to his surprise, less than a day after he came back, news came from Vinci that there was an urgent task that he needed to carry out immediately.

And from what Wenxi said, this incident has risen to the level of national security, and the level is extremely high.

A prominent figure has quietly arrived on Hong Kong Island, and Zheng Jirong is going to see him this time.

Half an hour later, outside a house in Kowloon Tong.

Zheng Jirong straightened his clothes and said to Amiao in the driver's seat: "Just stay in the car and don't come out. If someone comes to ask questions, be more careful when answering."

"I understand." Amiao nodded seriously.

After working as a driver and personal secretary for Zheng Jirong for so many years, he knew very well the true identity of his boss.

"It's hard on you," Zheng Jirong patted him on the shoulder and said apologetically: "I stayed alone in Peking for so long. Not only did I miss Xiaozhuan's birth, but I called him out before I even saw the baby when I came back. Drive, I will definitely give you a long paid vacation when you are done with your work these days."

"No way, how can you be happy with Brother Rong when you are with your wife?" Amiao smiled naively, then hesitantly said, "That Brother Rong."

"What's wrong?"

"I met a weirdo who looked a lot like me in Peking. He also gave me a book called Zhonghua."

At this moment, people in the house must have seen them. A man dressed as a bodyguard walked over from inside. Seeing this, Zheng Jirong raised his hand to signal him to shut up.

"You wait for me here first, and we'll talk when I come back."

"Oh, okay."

After Zheng Jirong got out of the car, the bodyguard happened to walk in front of the car.

"Is this Mr. Zheng Jirong?"

After looking at the person in front of him for a few times, he felt that this guy was somewhat similar to Xu Zhengyang from the security company. It seemed that the person in the room was indeed the big boss.

He immediately nodded and smiled: "Yes, I am Zheng Jirong."

"plz follow me."

After a while, Zheng Jirong walked deep into the house under the guidance of his bodyguards.

Contrary to his expectation, the decoration inside the house was extremely simple, just like an ordinary house, without any luxury.

Passing through the spacious door, followed by an elegant entrance hall, Zheng Jirong immediately saw the important person who arrived in Hong Kong secretly.

Wheel King? !

There was an old man in his sixties sitting behind the office, with bright eyes, holding a thermos cup, looking at him with a smile.

"Mr. Zheng?" the old man asked softly.

Zheng Jirong immediately saluted respectfully and said loudly: "Agent Ling Lingfa has met the chief!"

The old man smiled warmly, waved his hand and said: "This is not a military camp, and I am not your superior, so there is no need to be polite."

Then he stood up and walked over, shook hands with Zheng Jirong cordially, and then led him to sit on the sofa aside.

"I have always been paying attention to what Mr. Zheng did on Hong Kong Island. Not only did you live up to the organization's trust in you, but you also reached such a high position on Hong Kong Island in such a short period of time. You are really formidable. !” the old man praised.

"This all depends on the support of the motherland and the trust of the leaders. Without everyone's help, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to pass Peng Dingkang's test." Zheng Jirong smiled humbly.

"That's because you have the ability, and there are other leaders to lead. My surname is Song, and my last name is the word "an"."

"It turns out Mr. Song," Zheng Jirong quickly hit the snake with a stick and said, "Mr. Song, just call me Ah Rong."

The old man pointed at him with a smile, and then recalled: "Speaking of which, Vincent and I are old friends. It's just that he is in the military zone and I am in the National Security Bureau, so we don't have many opportunities to meet each other. This incident on Hong Kong Island was originally what we wanted to do. Another agent was sent to solve it, but Wenxi has been recommending you, and considering your current status in Hong Kong Island, we unanimously decided after discussion that you should carry out this mission. "

"Of course." At this point, Song An paused for a moment, looked at Zheng Jirong and said seriously: "This is not mandatory. If you are too busy, Arong, we can send another manpower."

Hearing this, Zheng Jirong narrowed his eyes slightly and thought for a moment, then took out his cigarette case and turned to look at Song An.

"Please." Song An smiled.

Then Zheng Jirong lit a cigarette and thought for a while.

To be honest, he really doesn't want to worry about these things anymore. With his current status in Hong Kong Island, although he cannot be said to be inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people, he is at least a well-deserved underground emperor, not to mention in Hong Kong Island, even in Hong Kong Island. The whole world has its own influence.

After that, as long as he develops his business empire step by step, focusing on logistics and the Internet, he will have the opportunity to be the world's richest man. He is indeed a little tired of those political struggles. .

only.

From what Song An meant, Wenxi took the initiative to help him win this mission. Others might harm him, but Wenxi definitely wouldn't.

Moreover, judging from what he just said, this Song An is a big leader in the national security bureau. To be able to send someone of his level to come to Hong Kong in person, is it really like what Wenxi said that there has been an incident that endangers national security?

Thinking of this, he put out the cigarette butt and looked at Song An aside, "Mr. Song, please tell me, as long as it is within my power, I am absolutely responsible!"

Song An secretly nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that Wen Xi was right. Although Ah Rong acted too perversely and wantonly, his party spirit and loyalty had never changed and he was absolutely reliable.

He stared at Zheng Jirong in front of him and slowly said: "The night before yesterday, a South Korean plane disguised as a civil aircraft crashed."

Hearing this, Zheng Jirong's eyes suddenly became sharp.

Song An then revealed even more shocking news, "According to our investigation, this aircraft is equipped with a hand-held device of the DC-8, a nuclear weapon privately developed by South Korea!"

"Nuclear weapons?!" Zheng Jirong was suddenly shocked.

"That's right." Song An nodded with a gloomy face, and then continued: "This portable device is equivalent to the shell of a nuclear weapon, and now it has mysteriously disappeared on the territory of our country. At the same time, we have intelligence that shows , that night, the factory producing DC-8 raw materials in South Korea was attacked, and sixteen raw material balls were taken away by terrorists! "

He stared at Zheng Jirong and said solemnly: "The entire DC8 is composed of portable devices and raw material balls. Our overseas intelligence officers received news that the terrorists will trade with the buyers the next night, and the location is exactly on Hong Kong Island! "

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After Zheng Jirong digested his words, he raised his eyes and asked, "How powerful is this DC8?"

Song An looked out the window at the bustling night view of Hong Kong Island, and then slowly said: "As long as the raw material balls are loaded into the portable device and activated, three of them are enough to destroy the entire Hong Kong Island, and such raw material balls are in the hands of terrorists There are sixteen in total.”

Hold!

Zheng Jirong couldn't help but cursed secretly when he heard this. These bastards can't trade anywhere, so why do they have to trade on Hong Kong Island!

He took a deep breath and asked him: "What do you mean, Mr. Song?"

Song An did not reply directly when he heard this, but instead said: "As far as I know, intelligence agents and agents from South Korea have arrived on Hong Kong Island, and the Hong Kong Island Police Department has also set up a temporary crisis team here. Just to get back the DC8 during the deal with these terrorists and return it to South Korea.”

"So." Zheng Jirong asked tentatively: "My task is to secretly protect DC8 and successfully deliver it to the hands of South Korean personnel?"

After Song An was silent for a while, he suddenly said: "Arong, Asia is not peaceful. First, there is a rebellious white-eyed wolf in the south, and then the neighbor in the north is secretly developing such weapons of mass destruction."

Then, he turned to look at Zheng Jirong and said slowly: "As the leader in Asia, we have the responsibility to maintain regional peace and stability."

After listening to his words, Zheng Jirong's lips curved into a pale smile.

"I see."