There were still three minutes left before the meeting, and Shen Congzhou saw his contact person at the door of the cafe.
I also saw the plainclothes man behind the contact person who was putting his hand into his clothes.
He crossed the street, and before the gun could be raised, he slapped the cup off the man's table.
"Han Jun, you are guilty of smuggling. Follow me back to the inspection office."
The whole Hailing thought that he was selling even old acquaintances in order to get promoted.
Only Shen Congzhou himself knew that there was someone on the street who was preparing to silence him, and the man he personally sent into the interrogation room knew the whereabouts of a group of workers who were about to be secretly transported.
Only by being captured can one be considered alive.
But it's easy to arrest people. How can you take them out alive amid the suspicion of your boss, the demands of your colleagues, and the invisible traitor?
Everyone in this city is asking who Translator Shen is working for.
Shen Congzhou adjusted his glasses, translated the last sentence for the officer, lowered his head and put away his pen.
His answer was hidden in a list that had been temporarily changed.
