New Order Plan

Jiang Qingshan stared at the two corpses being carried away, his eyes as cold as ice.

He was certain that the explosion wasn't orchestrated by Kim Won-sung; that old man didn't have the guts.

The explosion was most likely orchestrated by Kim Won-saeng's cousin, the speaker.

Song Shuanghe holds the most crucial Ma Zhengjiu in his hands. Although he can't deal with him for the time being, he can immediately turn his attention to Liu Minzhong.

Liu Minzhong, who is running for the prefectural government election, will certainly not allow such a threat to exist.

Jiang Qingshan frowned, turned around and looked at the alley entrance at the end of the street, feeling a heavy weight in his chest.

Ma Zhengjiu made a mistake.

But he shouldn't have died.

Ultimately, he just wanted to stay in the planned area with his parents and live a peaceful life.

Jiang Qingshan sighed, raised his gaze, and looked towards the office building in the distance.

At that moment, someone was looking at him from afar.

Located on the 18th floor of an office building, this upscale coffee shop features a VIP private room.

Zhou Yinhuan leaned on the windowsill, sipping her coffee while gazing at Heping Pedestrian Street through the sunshade.

Although it was far away, everything that happened there was very clear in his eyes.

In his deep black eyes, the lens not only changed thickness but also shifted back and forth, just like a camera lens adjusting its focus.

He could even see the expression on Jiang Qingshan's face in his field of vision.

Zhou Yinhuan smiled slightly, raised the bomb remote control in her hand and waved it at Jiang Qingshan twice, then instantly froze it, and with a gentle squeeze, it crumbled into dust.

Jiang Qingshan, of course, could not see it.

Zhou Yinhuan took out her phone and sent a message to Liu Minzhong: "Respected leader, I sincerely suggest that your cousin, Mr. Jin, go to the hospital to check if he has any intellectual disabilities."

He wouldn't have personally stepped in to clean up the mess left by that fool Kim Won-saeng if this matter didn't have such a serious impact on the leader.

How can a person be so stupid as to not even be able to do something like this properly?

Is it really that difficult to kill Ma Zhengjiu?

Zhou Yinhuan shook her head, finding it hard to understand.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned around to sit back on the soft sofa, beginning to enjoy a leisurely afternoon tea.

......

Evening, Nanshan Manor.

A terrace by the pond.

A table laden with delicious food, Liu Minzhong and Song Shuanghe sat facing each other.

Behind Liu Minzhong stood the slender and tall housekeeper, whose charming eyes were fixed on Feng Jianhuan, the assistant behind Song Shuanghe.

Their eyes met, and Liu Minzhong and Song Shuanghe were also locked in a fierce battle of wills.

"Speaker Liu, I don't think Ma Zhengjiu is that cheap in my hands."

"One shouldn't be too greedy. I can give you what you want, but can you handle it?"

Liu Minzhong smoked a cigarette, pushed the dishes on the table to the opposite side, and wore a fake smile.

Song Shuanghe picked up his chopsticks and took a couple of bites, then exclaimed, "How can this be called greed? Who wouldn't want to eat more of something delicious?"

Liu Minzhong laughed heartily, his eyes full of mockery.

Ma Zhengjiu is dead.

He was just bored and deliberately teased Song Shuanghe.

"Then eat more, but be careful not to burst your stomach."

Liu Minzhong glanced at Feng Jianhuan with a smile, then turned to the butler and said, "Ahu, turn off the shielding device."

"Yes, Master."

The butler responded respectfully, then took out a terminal from his pocket and operated it a couple of times.

Upon hearing this, Song Shuanghe was taken aback and withdrew his hand that was about to pick up some food.

What does that mean?

shield?

His gaze lingered on the terminal in the butler's hand for a few seconds, then his expression changed slightly.

Seeing this, Liu Minzhong raised his wine glass and said with a smile, "If you want everything, you'll end up with nothing."

The butler put away the terminal and nodded to Liu Minzhong.

The very next second, Song Shuanghe's phone, which was in his pocket, started ringing with notification sounds.

Song Shuanghe realized something and quickly took out his phone to check.

The screen was filled with notifications of missed calls and unread messages.

Upon clicking on the latest post, Song Shuanghe's face turned deathly pale, his eyes widening as if they were about to burst.

"you!"

Song Shuanghe suddenly looked up, gritting his teeth and unable to speak.

Liu Minzhong remained calm, glanced at Song Shuanghe with disdain, and stood up, saying, "And now? How much is Zhengjiu worth?"

Song Shuanghe was both shocked and angry, but even more so, he felt a chilling coldness.

He then realized that the old fox in front of him had never intended to exchange benefits with him in the first place.

In the other party's eyes, he was nothing to fear, just a clown jumping around.

"You haven't become the head of the administrative office yet."

With a dark expression, Song Shuanghe pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Liu Minzhong.

That bastard not only sent someone to kill Ma Zhengjiu, but also killed a detective officer.

If the investigation team gets involved, he'll definitely be caught in the crossfire. This has blown up so much; if they intervene, he'll definitely be in trouble.

Liu Minzhong saw the gun, smiled and shook his head: "You don't have the guts."

After saying that, he stopped the butler who was about to attack, stepped forward, and pointed the gun at his own head.

After a brief standoff, Song Shuanghe suddenly put away his gun, picked up the wine glass on the table, and drank it all in one gulp.

He wiped his mouth, his face grim, and asked, "May I leave now?"

"Inspector Song, I never mistreat my own people. I'll give you a push when you get promoted, but before that, you'd better take care of yourself."

Liu Minzhong said with a half-smile.

He knew Song Shuanghe too well.

They align themselves with whoever is stronger, and help whoever offers the most benefits.

Morality is a lie, bottom lines are flexible, stances are arbitrary, and people are afraid of death.

Even if the bait of being promoted to a special-grade inspector is salty and the hook is straight, Song Shuanghe will definitely bite.

He actually quite likes this kind of person.

After a moment of silence, Song Shuanghe murmured, "A detective officer died, what happens next?"

"Don't worry, it was done very cleanly. The police won't find anything. Without evidence, what can they do?"

"I hope so."

"Inspector Song, I like you very much, but I'm not happy with what you've done."

Liu Minzhong got up and walked to the pond, his back to Song Shuanghe, his tone carrying a warning.

Song Shuanghe's face twitched a few times, but he didn't say anything more. He picked up his gun and turned to leave with his assistant.

The butler immediately went to see them off.

After finishing his cigarette, Liu Minzhong strolled towards the white building.

A moment later, I went downstairs.

Liu Minzhong suddenly stopped, his pupils shrinking to vertical slits and emitting a faint green light.

"What is it?"

He looked up at the empty balcony on the second floor and asked.

A gust of wind blew by.

The air on the balcony began to fluctuate.

Immediately, ripples spread through the air, and a figure materialized from the ethereal.

"Greetings to the leader. I apologize for my intrusion in visiting. The headquarters needs your assistance."

The man was wearing a dark blue hooded cloak, and his head was down, so his appearance was not visible.

The cloak was embroidered with gold cloud patterns, and he wore a uniform underneath, with the General Intelligence Agency's gold star insignia pinned to his chest.

Liu Minzhong's pupils returned to normal, and he suddenly arched his back and lowered his waist, exerting all his strength to leap onto the balcony.