"You have been talking for a long time. Apart from getting angry again at the same time last night, there is nothing substantial. Is it interesting?" Yese threw a cigarette for Wan Jun, his colleague took one, tilted his head and lit it, and threw the match to Wan Jun.

He slapped his face and wanted to give him two red dates.

"Although the thief still has not confessed, I heard from the people from the second department that there seems to be still taking action in the past two days. Do you think it will be the same as this thief?" Wan Jun raised his face pitifully, like a puppy waiting for his owner to praise.

"There are still actions? No way? If the thief is in the case of a thief, how can he catch people at the seat? Who will arrest him? Who will tell him?" The night secluded a series of words, like gun medicine.

The troops are unsuccessful and cannot answer.

"If it is not the same as the thief, Wan Jun, your IQ will drop too quickly, and it is normal for the secret service to arrest people." The night was cold and quiet and said another sentence, like a knife sting Wan Jun's heart.

My IQ is declining too quickly? Insult me!

No, I said I had to figure out this matter anyway.

"I'll go out first." Wan Jun said angrily.

His mind was constantly working, thinking about one thing, how to make Yese believe in his abilities.

After going downstairs, Wan Jun lowered his head and walked forward, and accidentally bumped into someone.

"Who?" He was not very good.

"Who? I, your uncle." The other party said coaxingly, but with a smile in his tone.

"Get out, I'm not in the mood now." Wan Jun pushed the other party.

The other person took a few steps back, and a fierce man rushed over, jammed Wan Jun's neck, and said viciously: "Okay, stinky brat, I'm just a follower for the deputy director? Is this a good match for me?"

Wan Jun lowered his head and pushed back hard: "You are just making a fortune. Isn't it just a follower for the seat? Is it a condom for me?"

The other party laughed, let go of Wanjun, jumped around him, jumped to his back, and strangled Wanjun's neck.

Wan Jun immediately carried this person on his back.

"Lu Shibao, be careful." Wan Jun pried away Lu Shibao's hands from the front and threw him off his back.

Lu Shibao is the closest person in the Secret Service to Wan Jun, but this is a secret that no one knows.

Not only that, they also have a little bit of in-laws. Lu Shibao's cousin's sister-in-law is the daughter-in-law of Uncle Wan Jun's nephew.

The two only learned about this relationship from their family's letters not long ago.

Their common highest elder, Wan Jun's uncle, is also a party-state soldier. He summarized his experience of mingling in the army and told Lu Shibao and Wan Jun: "You two are soldiers, pretending to be ordinary in the surface. No matter which one offends people, the other can help you, inquire about some rumor, win over some soldiers, and secretly take care of each other. Never be intimate, and you will lose both of them!"

Lu Shibao raised his face and scolded him in a pretentious manner: "Isn't it just a lesson for me? Isn't it the deputy director?"

Their behavior is normal. One is the person around the director and the other is the person around the deputy director. They are not convinced by each other.

In other people's words, "That's right."

The two of them chattered, and you scolded me, I pushed you and walked out of the secret service compound.

When they arrived at a place where no one was, the relationship between the two was as good as before.

"Cousin, do you think the secret service will be in a stable position or will the deputy director replace him?" Lu Shibao asked Wan Jun.

His age is only ten days younger than the ten thousand troops.

The question he asked is the hottest topic of the Secret Service now.

The key is that after they were alone, they said something unscrupulous.

"It's nearly halfway, and there are a little more people in the deputy director of gambling." Wan Jun said the result was what he heard from the first and second departments.

"Don't believe it too much. It's because of Jiao Junmu's existence. Everyone thinks that the night has a backer, but Shen Qingfeng doesn't." Lu Shibao said that he heard from everyone.

"It was, you didn't know how much Major General Jiao trusted Ye Chu." Speaking of this, Wan Jun couldn't help feeling a little satisfied.

Lu Shibao sneered: "You only know Major General Jiao, but you don't know who Shen Chu has the best relationship with now, right? His backer is not small."

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The two of them refused to give in to each other and praised each other for their own backers.

"Who can he find? No matter whether it is within the military or the government, who is not afraid of the Military Control Commission? Major General Jiao himself is within the Military Control Commission, and he has a greater grasp of the night." Wan Jun looked down on the other party.

"Do you think Shen Qingfeng has risen for no reason? He now has a good relationship with a deputy mayor of Luoyi City. He went to see him yesterday, the day before yesterday, and there is a bigger backer behind that deputy mayor." Lu Shibao also supported his master.

"You just went there, how could you know so much? I don't believe it." Wan Jun waved his hand and shook his head.

"The driver of Director Shen told me. You can't say these words when you go out. Director Shen has warned me, and his office won't let me go in alone." Lu Shibao reminded.

"Don't worry, you have to say this." Wan Jun knew that every Shangfeng had his own tricks that he didn't want others to know.

"However, the good relationship between Ye Chu and Major General Jiao was obtained by his life. Chu Zu has a good relationship with the deputy mayor. Who knows if it is true?" Wan Jun tried to use real examples to prove that what he said was more correct.
Chapter completed!