"Xiao Fan, you must live," Si Kong Yanran and Yu Fei silently prayed for Ye Fan at the mouth of the cave.Ye Fan did not use the Shadow Fist because the free fall itself was fast enough, but after fall..."Until you receive my latest orders, you must protect Duan Xiangning's safety with your lives, at all times."

This was the order Jing Hong Ming gave, with a cold face, when handing Duan Xiangning over to the two highest-ranking officers on duty.

Everyone knows that Jing Hong is not a cheerful person, and many people who know him say that he is like a piece of wood when they talk about him.

No, it's like a piece of fine iron, not burning in fire, unbreakable when hammered.

You can talk business with him, but if you want to chat about romance and leisure, I'm sorry, Director Jinghong doesn't have much research on that. If you insist on talking about women, he will only say, with gentle eyes but a wooden expression, how wise his wife is.

Who likes to chat with a piece of iron

There is no doubt that everyone, even those with ill intentions, believe that the position of Chief Warden was created specifically for Jing Hong.

During his more than twenty years as Director of the Highest Guard Bureau, he never made a single mistake.

Anyone who knew him, or even just heard his name, would secretly call him "Iron" or use his online alias, "Cold Blood."

Only those who truly know him can understand that Jinghong's life is actually a cold exterior but a warm heart.

Who said that a ferocious cheetah, known for its cruelty, couldn't understand tenderness

When assigning tasks to her subordinates, Jinghong would always appear serious but her eyes held a gentle warmth.

People have already gotten used to the General's personality.

Yet these two, despite being the highest-ranking active warriors, when they were ordered by the Grand Strategist to protect Duan Xiangning, they could sense his suppressed rage and icy killing intent from his eyes!

Just like he could, in the next moment, turn into a cheetah and pounce on anyone who angered him, tearing them to shreds.

Who provoked the Director to anger

These two protective layers arrived at the highest active part of Mount Canglong, and along the way, they kept pondering this issue.

He never found the most suitable answer, and all he could do was protect Duan Xiangning with all his might, never daring to slack off even for a moment.

Some say that under the protection of Jinghong's elite, even a trip to a dragon's lair would end safely. The highest active is a golden sign of "safety".

Although the statement was somewhat exaggerated, it resonated with everyone.

The intelligence asset, in charge of the rendezvous, after only a few hours with the two highest-ranking active officers, sincerely admitted that what he had heard was true.

For the next few hours, all national security personnel are to stay at least three paces away from Duan Xiangning.

Even he had a clear delusion, if he really walked within three steps of Duan Xiangning, even doing something like scratching his head as a casual gesture, the two top active players would immediately and without hesitation give him the most fatal blow.

No one likes to joke about their own life.

As an undercover agent for the National Security Agency (NSA), comparable to the Ming dynasty's Jinyiwei, one wouldn't dare challenge the highest-ranking active duty officer they call "master of the palace."

Even if the leader suddenly called and asked these two people to answer the phone, pretending to be a guide for national security agents, they only dared to hold their phones three meters away from them and speak.

Two high-ranking officers who were about to follow Duan Xiangning to the riverbank stopped in their tracks upon hearing this. Their brows furrowed simultaneously, but they remained silent.

They acknowledged that the leadership of the CCP, regardless of seniority or position, should be superior to theirs.

But what's the point

Those with more experience and seniority than the national security leaders left, they never had a close relationship with them, or followed their orders.

We are the highest in active duty.

When we are on a mission, we only take orders from our commander.

What's your leader's phone number

I'm sorry.

We do not accept incoming calls.

The two highest-ranking officers looked at each other, then expressionless, continued toward the riverbank.

"Hey, didn't you hear"

The guide, holding his phone, was ignored and became annoyed. He glared and was about to get angry, but then he remembered the other person's identity. He could only put down his raised right foot, smiled wryly, and placed the phone to his ear, truthfully reporting the situation.

He had only spoken two sentences when Zhang Ju on the other end of the phone interrupted him.

In the voice, full of frustration and anger: "Hmph, trash!"

This guy had a look of grievance all over his face. Although he didn't dare to retort, he thought to himself: "Chief, just because the others don't answer your calls, doesn't mean I've become useless!"

"Just wait a moment."

After Director Guoan cursed out a “waste” and seemed to realize he had scolded his subordinates a bit too harshly, he said with a huff, turning to Jing Hongming who was standing beside him, gazing at the sea in the distance and smoking. He cleared his throat and said: "Ahem, Director Jing, your men don't even give me any face! They ignore my phone calls!"

"That's their fault for being undisciplined, Director Zhang, don't blame yourself. It's my failing as a teacher."

Jing Hong said without looking back, her voice soft.

He said that, then continued smoking, as if nothing else mattered.

Zhang Ju's lips twitched, and he looked at Wang Yulin beside him.

The top brass of military intelligence, at this moment, was squatting on the beach, intently watching a crab dig a pit to bury itself.

Every time the crab is about to bury itself, Xiaozu uses its phone to throw it out of the sand.

Then, continue to watch it frantically dig a hole.

It's like watching a crab digging its hole, the most important thing to do right now is to occupy this spot, and no one else should disturb it.

What kind of people are these If I had known this beforehand, I wouldn't have agreed to Lao Duan's request.

Oh.

Bureau Zhang let out a sigh of helplessness, knowing that it was pointless to expect the empty seat and him to persuade Jing Hongming together. Abandoning Duan Xiangning was a family matter for the Duan family, and outsiders like them were best not to interfere. He figured it was best not to hold any hope in this regard.

He only raised his hand to scratch the back of his head, quickly walked up to Jinghong's side, stood shoulder to shoulder with him, and took out a cigarette.

Across the sea lies South Korea.

Li Nanfang, Duan Lingxing, and Duan Xiangning were all "smuggled" over here from that side.

It is estimated that three people smuggled themselves across, which was the most secure smuggling operation in the history of cross-strait smuggling here.

Don't worry about customs inspections, Hun.

"Have one."

Bureau Zhang took a cigarette and handed it to Jing Hong.

Jing Hong didn't even look, she raised her right hand.

His right index, middle, and ring fingers were stained with ash, along with half a cigarette.

The crimson cigarette butt glowed brightly in the pre-dawn darkness.

Under the sea breeze, it burns even faster.

Just like a person's life.

"Another one."

Zhang Ju was quite insistent, demanding that Jinghong take a life.

Jing Hongming fell silent for a moment before looking at him, extending her hand.

He didn't reach for a cigarette, but instead reached for the phone in Zhang Ju's hand.

Zhang Ju's face showed a clear expression of apology as he spoke in a low voice: "If the three of us could have persevered until we met, perhaps we could have changed something."

"No need."

Jing Hong said calmly, "Actually, what you said before wasn't wrong. We don't have the right to interfere in other people's family affairs. Even if we find it displeasing or unfair to her, we can't just intervene. After all, no matter who sits in that position, they need to make decisions that benefit most people."

"Yes."

Zhang Ju nodded, handed his phone to Jing Hongming, and whispered: "Elder Duan must be very uncomfortable in his heart. After all, they all have his blood flowing through their veins. But everything still has to prioritize the bigger picture. Of course, maybe there will be a miracle. Don't forget, your nephew is a monstrous existence. A monster, isn't it just meant to create miracles"

What is called a miracle is extremely rare. Once any phenomenon becomes common, it is no longer a miracle.

Jing Hongming seemed to smile bitterly, placing her phone to her ear: "This is Jing Hongming."

The name "Jing Hong" held a strange allure for all soldiers, especially those young agents working under national security. It was as if simply being able to talk to him was the greatest honor, their voices trembling with anticipation: “Director Jing, Director Jing Hong, good day! Is there anything we can do”

"Let them take the phone call."

Yes.

"Guo An's subordinate respectfully replied, then raised his phone to the two highest-ranking active officials who had walked up to Duan Xiangning. He loudly announced: "Director Jing Hong is calling!"

Their current position is located on the back of Mount Canglong, surrounded by a great river. The cliffs are like blades, and even monkeys find it difficult to climb them. Moreover, this place is rarely visited by humans. Occasionally, ferocious beasts emerge from the forest to drink water by the river. Therefore, the Shen family in Han City did not station anyone here.

Therefore, only after the national security line was down could people speak freely without fear of being discovered by those on the mountain.

Jing Hong Ming's signature product is indeed effective.

As soon as the voice from National Security fell silent, a high-ranking official rushed over at lightning speed.

Another remained by Duan Xiangning's side, his expression even more vigilant as he looked around. His right hand was placed on his waist.

"General, I am King Kong."

The highest-ranking active duty officer, who had been running over, took the phone and quickly stepped back two paces, facing the lead party. He stared intently at his face before politely saying something.

He put on this posture, naturally to prevent the accomplices from using Director Jing's phone to cheat him. While he was making a call, he suddenly attacked.

The old foxes in the group are surely experienced enough to see through Kong's meaning, aren't they

He could only chuckle bitterly, lowering his head and pretending not to care. Inside, he thought, “These top active officials are really not normal people.”

"Mission accomplished. Return to your home country as quickly as possible."

Jinghong spoke these two sentences softly, and before the golden warrior on the other end could say anything, she ended the call.

Mingming had only made a phone call, said two sentences, yet Jinghong's life seemed as though she had just finished a major battle with someone, exhausted to the bone.

Wang Yulin walked over, patted him on the shoulder, but said nothing.

"This is not your fault."

After taking the phone, Zhang Ju also patted his shoulder and comforted him in a low voice.

Jing Hong shook her head, indicating she was fine, then turned and hurried towards the road at the end of the beach.

Several black SUVs were parked along the Huanhai Road, with two stern-looking young men standing in front of each one.

Some wear military uniforms, while others are in plain clothes.

When Jing Hong rushed to his carriage, the guard had already opened the door for him.

"Drive back to Beijing."

Jīnghóng mounted the carriage, her head resting against the backrest, and whispered softly.

The car immediately sprang into action, speeding forward with its hazard lights flashing.

After driving for dozens of meters, Jinghong seemed to have thought of something. She took out her phone, hesitated for a moment, and then found a phone number before dialing it.

Soon, a woman's voice came from the phone.

The guard sitting in the front passenger seat, of course, didn't dare eavesdrop on the director's phone call.

However, the department head's phone call quality was so good that it was difficult for him not to hear.

That woman's voice, laced with a sweetness that sent shivers down the guard's spine: "Little life, why did you suddenly call me Missing me If you miss me, just come see your sister! Why bother calling It's so far apart, even wanting to be close is difficult."

The guard's eyes widened when he heard this, thinking to himself, "Damn, who is this woman She dares to flirt with our Chief!"

Even the guy driving, his hand on the steering wheel, trembled.

The car, of course, was also put in park.

That man immediately turned pale with fright, thinking to himself, "Oh no, the Chief must have guessed that I eavesdropped on his phone call."

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