Chapter 420: The Most Crude Way of Communicating Secret Codes

"Well, I understand."

"You go back and take a rest first. I will send someone there to continue watching."

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After hanging up the phone, Zheng Jirong waved to Li Wenbin, who was directing police officers to clear mines.

"Something happened?"

Seeing that he looked a little strange, Li Wenbin couldn't help but asked nervously.

"Just a minute ago, the place where we placed DC8 was attacked. The attacker was a foreign ghost guy. He was equipped with various micro-weapons and high-tech. He didn't look like a person from the equator. He looked more like a man from the equator. Agent."

"What?!"

Li Wenbin's eyes widened in astonishment and he asked hurriedly: "What about DC8?"

"Don't worry," Zheng Jirong shook his head confidently and said, "My people have forced him back, and DC8 has no problem for the time being."

"That's good, damn, it seems that apart from arms dealers like Equator, even other countries are interested in DC8!"

"It's just a matter of time."

Zheng Jirong then put his arm around his shoulders and pulled him to a corner.

"Although the people were successfully repelled, the problem has not been resolved."

He pointed to the police officers outside who were clearing mines, and said to Li Wenbin: "As soon as we arrived at the racecourse, there was an attack where the DC8 was placed. You can also see that it is obvious that someone is trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain."

Li Wenbin nodded in agreement, and then asked doubtfully: "But according to what you just said, the person who did it was not an ordinary terrorist, but more like a national agent. This scope is too broad. How can we trace it?"

"What's so wide?"

Zheng Jirong spread his hands and said: "The agent who took action is a ghost. Isn't it obvious that he is from MI6?"

He continued: "Peng Dingkang hasn't shown up for a few days since I criticized him last time. It's obvious that he sent someone this time to bring DC8 to the homeland of the country. This guy It’s a secret, I think DC8 needs to be placed somewhere else!”

"But what does this have to do with the racecourse?" Li Wenbin asked confused: "He is the governor of Hong Kong. There are many ways to transfer us. There is no need to use terrorist attacks to attract attention."

"So this is where I have a headache."

Zheng Jirong couldn't help but frowned. There were too many forces motivating DC8. Not to mention Equator, another MI6 would appear. Who knows whether the CIA or KGB would all appear in a few days? Press He wanted to send it to the north as soon as possible.

No matter how fierce these foreign agents are, he still doesn't believe they can steal a cock.

Ding ding ding.

Suddenly, his and Li Wenbin's cell phones rang almost at the same time. The two looked at each other, feeling an uneasy premonition in their hearts.

After answering the phone and listening to the news from the other end, Zheng Jirong's lips curled up into a smile. He looked at Li Wenbin and said softly: "It seems that there is no movement at the equator, it's just that someone else got there first."

Li Wenbin nodded. After hanging up the phone, his eyes became sharp and he glanced at the people in the intelligence center who came with them.

There was another attack just now at the location where the police station placed the DC8, but this time it was not a lone ranger attack like just now. The number of attackers exceeded dozens of people, and they had heavy firepower such as machine guns, explosives, and more.

And the man in the lead was the male courier who had assassinated Zheng Jirong on Ao Island before. It was obviously the work of Equator.

There are only a few people who know where the DC8 is actually placed, but Equator is able to accurately attack the placement location.

It was obvious that there was a traitor among them, and as long as he was found out, they would be close to capturing Equator.

Ten minutes later, everyone at the racecourse gathered back together.

As expected, after careful investigation by thousands of police officers, no trace of a time bomb was found here.

Soon after, everyone returned to the intelligence center. As soon as they sat down and before they had time to discuss Equator's next move, the door outside the room was slammed tightly.

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

Just when they didn't know why, as the highest officer present, Li Wenbin looked directly at everyone and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, I'm sorry, no one can leave this room today until the undercover Equator is found!"

"Undercover?!"

Li Yanming asked in confusion: "Sir Li, are you saying that we have an undercover agent from Equator here?"

"That's right!"

Li Wenbin recounted what he had just discussed with Zheng Jirong at the racecourse. Then, his eyes swept over everyone present, from the anti-terrorist special service team leader to the South Korean experts to the members of the temporary crisis team. , even including specially appointed nuclear weapons advisers.

He asked seriously: "Did anyone call when we set off? If anyone did, please come forward."

As soon as he finished speaking, several people present looked at each other, and then four people, including Zhao Zhiren, stood up at the same time.

Li Wenbin first asked the other people, but the answer was either to assign tasks to his subordinates or to report to his family that they were safe.

After he pulled up the call recording and listened to it, he noticed that there was nothing unusual. Then he looked at Zhao Zhiren, the consultant specially hired by the police this time.

"Professor Zhao, why are you calling?"

There was no trace of panic on Zhao Zhiren's face, but he replied honestly: "I have some papers that need to be submitted in advance, so I just entrusted my assistant to help me sort them out."

Li Wenbin nodded, then put on his headphones and started listening to his phone recording.

"Afang, this is Professor Zhao, help me with something, I'm at the police department, I'm busy here and can't leave, please be sure to sort out the papers on my desk, I only want to keep 2, 3, 4, 5, 8, 16, 22, and don't want the rest."

After listening, Li Wenbin's eyes narrowed slightly, and when he wanted to listen again, Zheng Jirong, who was also wearing headphones and listening to the recording, tapped him lightly on the bottom of the table.

Seeing this, Li Wenbin exhaled lightly, then took off his headphones and pretended to look at the other people at the table as if nothing had happened, "Except for these few people, are you sure you didn't make a phone call?"

Everyone shook their heads, leaving only Li Wenbin, who was frowning with a sad face, as if he was thinking about how Equator knew the storage location of DC8.

It was late at night, and it was already two o'clock in the morning.

Li Wenbin, who had gained nothing, finally did not forcibly detain the group of people from the Intelligence Center.

After all, besides Li Yanming, whose police rank was not much lower than his, there were also intelligence personnel from South Korea. Without solid evidence that the undercover was among them, he was indeed not qualified to forcibly detain them.

Half an hour later, outside a private house in Wan Chai, Zhao Zhiren parked the car with a tired face, then slowly inserted the key and opened the door.

He had been staying in the intelligence center for the past few days, eating poorly and sleeping poorly, and he was really a little tired.

However, just as he was groping to turn on the light, a table lamp next to the sofa suddenly lit up.

Zheng Jirong smiled and said to him: "Can we talk, Professor Zhao, or the equator?"