Strongest Soldier King Chapter 981 981: Purging Enemy Agents

Around eight or nine o'clock, the bustling city of Beijing beca lively. Countless energetic people left their hos, either to shop or visit bars, in groups of three or five. They added so vitality to this ancient city. Wood was one of them. As one of the special agents dispatched by Sam Country to Huaxia Country, Wood was responsible for collecting intelligence on dical aspects. Graduating from a renowned dical school in Sam Country, Wood had a public identity as an anesthetist at Huaxia Country's Capital Hospital.

An hour ago, Wood received a secret order to assassinate a couple. Wood looked at their photo, a very ordinary couple, but as a secret special agent, Wood had no choice and did not ask why. Completing the mission ant he could return to his country, which was Wood's pursuit.

It was already off-duty ti, and Wood dressed neatly, went downstairs, and walked towards the hospital. As a doctor, going to the hospital at any ti would not attract attention. He walked out of the neighborhood gate and adjusted his proper suit, intending to hail a taxi, and when he saw a familiar security guard approaching, he did not forget to greet him friendly.

At this mont, a cent truck roared past at a high speed without any intention of slowing down. Wood stood at the neighborhood gate, two ters away from the street, and didn't care. Even a driver with poor skills would not deviate this far from the main road? Wood chatted leisurely with the security guard, appearing relaxed.

Soon, Wood noticed the cent truck suddenly accelerated, swerved sharply towards him. He was greatly shocked and couldn't dodge in ti, feeling a horrific impact on his body, which flew backward. Mid-air, his consciousness drifted away.

"Could I be dying?" Wood flashed this unbelievable thought and his vision went dark, consciousness falling into an endless abyss, soon knowing nothing.

The cent truck hit and sent Wood flying without slowing down. It swerved sharply, leaving the scene. The security guard was dumbfounded and reacted too late, hurriedly rushing to check the situation, finding Wood already dead, quickly pulling out his phone to call the police. The operator politely asked for details.

The security guard briefly explained, but couldn't clarify the cent truck's license plate. The situation was urgent, and he hadn't noticed at all. After trying to recall, he still couldn't rember the plate number, vaguely feeling the cent truck had no license plate at all. The neighborhood gate lacked monitoring equipnt, and upon learning the situation, the operator told the security guard to wait at the gate as a witness and said police would be sent over imdiately.

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In front of a bar, many alluringly dressed won were lingering, smoking, and so security guards were vigilantly watching the surroundings. The bar's doors were closed tight, and a heart-pounding heavy tal music leaked from the cracks. At this mont, a BMW arrived, stopped at the entrance, and a refined middle-aged man stepped out. His na was Du Fang, a Chinese national investing in Huaxia Country for two years. His career was thriving, but behind him was a secret agent from Sam Country, responsible for collecting electronic technology intelligence.

This bar was a frequent haunt for Du Fang. Many security guards knew Du Fang. One enthusiastically ran up, took the keys Du Fang tossed him, and assisted with parking. Du Fang, smiling, walked inside, a routine he's done many tis, trusting the parking security guard.

Du Fang entered the bar, skillfully navigating to the private room he'd reserved beforehand. Two familiar hostesses awaited him inside, efficiently inviting Du Fang to sit in the middle, flanking him left and right. Du Fang smoothly uttered "the usual," and the room attendant promptly left to fetch the liquor.

Soon, a bottle of whiskey was placed before Du Fang, and the attendant proficiently poured the drink for him. Du Fang suspected nothing, raised his glass to clink it with the two hostesses, everything proceeding as usual. After drinking, Du Fang chatted and laughed with the hostesses, singing and unwittingly ingesting half a bottle of poison-tainted whiskey.

Suddenly, Du Fang felt his eyelids grow heavy, a wave of drowsiness rising within him, catching him off guard. This phenonon never occurred before. Du Fang knew his own alcohol tolerance well, growing deeply suspicious. Standing up, he suddenly found his legs weak, collapsing onto the sofa, unable to move but fully aware.

"What's happening?" Du Fang shouted in panic.

The room's music continued playing, the hostesses also collapsed onto the sofa, unable to move. The attendant ignored Du Fang, quietly leaving, soon after, several burly n entered, injecting the hostesses, who quickly regained consciousness, receiving a wad of cash before leaving hastily.

Seeing this, Du Fang imdiately realized he was being set up, and shouted, "Brother, spare , na a price!"

A burly man glanced coldly at Du Fang, picked up a syringe, jabbed it into Du Fang's vein, injecting a black fluid into him. Du Fang wore a content expression, quickly falling asleep. The man pocketed the syringe and coldly ordered, "Dump him in a stinking sewer."

"Understood." Two n replied simultaneously, carrying Du Fang away from the private room hastily, while the man coldly watched Du Fang's retreating figure. A smile ford on his lips, inwardly remarking, "An overdose death is too easy for you, didn't expect you to be a spy, truly appearances can be deceiving."

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The actions organized by Ghost Hand began, various assassinations took place under the cover of night. Those on the list were all targeted, arranged to die in various accidents. Even if clues were inadvertently exposed, there was no fear, everyone felt extrely excited about eliminating spies for the country, feeling exceptionally honorable.

However, Ghost Hand, responsible for the matter, was lounging in a hospital chatting leisurely with a beautiful nurse. Ghost Hand hadn't expected the nurse to be an old classmate, which provided ample conversation topics. This sight made Snow Leopard feel disgruntled and went off to tend to Luo Hu and his wife.

Lan Xue opened the door and entered just as the nurse was changing Ghost Hand's dressing, seeing them chatting happily, she couldn't help but tease, "Oh, living the leisurely life, aren't you?"

"Who are you?" The nurse looked at Lan Xue in surprise, stunned by Lan Xue's extraordinary aura.

"Old classmate, you continue, this is my boss," Ghost Hand quickly explained.

Usually, 'boss' refers to a direct superior, but socially among many young people, 'boss' can an 'wife.' The nurse looked at Lan Xue with so doubt, feeling inferior and glanced at Ghost Hand with a resentful look, huffed and left, leaving Lan Xue baffled. Quickly, though, she put the nurse aside and asked concernedly, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. What's the situation outside now?" Ghost Hand asked with a smile.

"Your deploynt was excellent, constant good news arriving; those spies we pinpointed are being eliminated one by one, all appearing as accidents. It seems those thugs aren't entirely useless, crucial to use them correctly. By the way, recover your injuries quickly—headquarters has matters waiting for us, delay and you might miss out." Lan Xue praised, seeing Ghost Hand wasn't critically injured, she breathed a sigh of relief.