Under any country, civilization, and system, organizations that perform secret tasks for the ruling ruling class in the name of safeguarding the interests of all people will inevitably have some special rights that cannot be disclosed, whether it is the U.S. Homeland Security Bureau, the British Military Intelligence Bureau, and the Chinese Ministry of National Security on a lower civilized planet like the Earth;

This is true for some intelligence agencies with many names in higher civilized stars.

The special rights of these special institutions include telephone monitoring and personnel surveillance that violates the suspect's rights, and in case of necessary circumstances, restricting the personal freedom of the suspect by inference alone, arresting and interrogating him.

However, in the so-called "everyone is equal to the law", intelligence security personnel exercised this right to seriously violate human rights, although they were not subject to general laws, they would naturally be bound by internal discipline. Once they crossed the line, they would be punished for causing big trouble, which is often even more miserable than a public trial.

Therefore, in general, as long as you are not crazy, Zhong Xueliang will never use his privileges and make a clever name to want a billionaire with potential influence nationwide.

But now his plan to seize the ‘fantasy species’ was completely failed;

All the Chinese inland Shinto elites who were temporarily assigned to command were mysteriously missing, and their lives and deaths were unknown;

The final key action also caused a large number of casualties. Although he was still very tough on the surface, he actually knew that he had fallen into a desperate situation.

"There is no worries when there are too many debts, and the lice will not itch." In despair, Zhong Xueliang remembered that he appeared with Abe Inuzaburo not long ago. The accomplice who was called "Your Highness" with oil paint on his face was probably Zhang Muzi, so he made a temporary decision. It became a natural thing to take the dead horse as a living horse to arrest him.

Unfortunately, although the state privileged organs exercise more power than ordinary organs, they still have certain procedures after all. When the wanted order is issued to stations, airports, and docks in various parts of China through the Internet, the target plane just took off.

Soon, the staff of the Coordination and Cooperation Department of the Ministry of National Security reported this information to Zhong Xueliang through an encrypted phone number. "Director Zhong, through feedback, we confirm that the suspect you applied for arrest had already left the country at 2:35 am on China Airlines flight B0978."

"He left the country just now. Did he just leave the country? If it's such a coincidence, there must be a problem..." Zhong Xueliang, who had been engaged in intelligence work for more than 20 years and had no mood to show his emotions, said in a rare voice. He then suppressed his emotions and asked, "Can you force the plane back through diplomatic means? If you need it, I can contact Minister Jiang to apply for a higher level order?"

"Director Zhong, the suspect was on a China Airlines aircraft registered in the Republic of China. The pilot and crew are both of the "Republic of China" nationality. Unless there is detailed evidence and sufficient reasons to contact the Air Control Bureau of the Republic of China through diplomatic channels, it may be difficult to get the plane back." The staff on the phone explained in embarrassment.

According to the international common decree, aircraft and ships are regarded as lands where they are registered, which means that Zhang Muzi, who is not a nationality in the inland China, boarded the plane of the Republic of China. In theory, it is equivalent to returning to the Yuantai, the same land as the land of South Korea and North Korea.

Of course, theory is theory, reality is reality. If the aircraft does not take off, the Ministry of State Security in the inland state can naturally use double-layer jurisdiction, that is, since the aircraft is parked at an inland airport, the mainland rights authorities will naturally also enjoy the jurisdiction to directly arrest him. However, now that the aircraft has been launched, the relationship between the Republic of China and the red regime in the inland state of China is very delicate, and things will become troublesome.

Even if it is temporarily created to frame Zhang Muzi, the arrest will definitely turn into extradition due to time constraints. At that time, it is likely to shoot himself in the foot. Thinking of this, Zhong Xueliang sighed. "Yes." He said, and silently hung up the phone.

At the same time, in the dim first class cabin of a passenger plane flying in the clouds, Zhang Muzi was sitting in a large luxury aviation seat. He leaned against the pillow and looked out the dark window with his head confused, thinking about what he should do in the upcoming summer vacation.

After the mother nest created a powerful Samsung biological gene library with a wide variety, he gradually became restless like a game fan who had just upgraded his character equipment. He felt a little more and more anxious. He felt a growing desire to treat the vast starry sky as a stage.

"Dear passengers, the plane has successfully flew over the turbulent area, and the seat belt can be untied. Food delivery service..." Zhang Muzi heard the pleasant voice of the flight attendant not far away. He didn't turn his head and untied the seat belt that was tied to his abdomen indifferently.

A few seconds later, a gentle female voice suddenly came from close range in my ear, "Sir, what drinks do you need and meals?"

"A French fruit and vegetable salad and red wine, thank you..." Zhang Muzi knew that China Airlines' first class cabin was different from ordinary seats, and had ordering services. Sometimes he would even ask the chef to cook randomly. He came to his senses and asked politely.

When he turned his head to look at the flight attendant squatting beside him, he saw a familiar face and couldn't help but say in surprise: "Hey, hello, we're meeting again. Are you a flight attendant in the first class?"

The flight attendant was the young girl who was guiding Zhang Muzi at the airport. Seeing that Zhang Muzi recognized him, her eyes lit up and said with a smile: "I have only been working for less than a year, how could I enter the first class service? The director was feeling a little uncomfortable in his stomach, so I could take the shift.

However, a young college student who is taking an hour or two plane, he dares to buy first-class tickets. Isn’t it satisfying to have a business class?

China Airlines is the first airline to set up a first-class seat for a short-haul route from Shencheng to Seoul. I thought no one would buy it, but I didn’t expect there were so many suckers like you.”

Although Zhang Muzi is introverted, he is a young man after all. He would not feel annoyed when he had just gotten rid of the heavy pressure and chatted easily with a woman of the same age with an outstanding appearance. So he joked: "Is it a sucker to sit comfortably during flight? Your logic is very strange."

Hearing this, the customer service lady couldn't help laughing and asked in a low voice: "You seem to have a round-the-table tune when you speak, where are you from? Shencheng, Seoul isn't really a round-the-table, right?"

"I am indeed from Yuanbei City, but I just go to college in Seoul." Zhang Muzi replied with a smile.

"Really? It's such a coincidence. I'm also from Yuantai. However, I'm from Yuannan and I also went to college in Seoul. Later I applied for a job at China Airlines," said the flight attendant in surprise: "You are studying in that university. Now it's not a holiday, why do you have time to go to Shencheng?"

"I am a student of 'Knowing University'," Zhang Muzi smiled and replied, "Because I took some extra credits in advance, I have freed up time to travel inland."

"I know that the university is a very famous college on the Korean Peninsula, and I have taken more credits in advance. So you are a top student." The flight attendant said in an envious tone, and then pretended to ask unintentionally: "By the way, I don't know what your name is after meeting twice?"

Zhang Muzi was stunned. He originally planned to refuse to answer this question, but when he saw the girl squatting beside him with difficulty, he hesitated and said, "My name is Zhang Muzi, well, aren't you tired of squatting like this? Should you stand up?"

"According to our company's regulations, when serving first-class guests, you must squat down and talk. I will leave when I stand up." The flight attendant interrupted Zhang Muzi and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter. I have to squat for an hour or two every day during pre-service training. I have been used to it and are not tired at all.

By the way, you're hungry. I'll go and get you fruit and vegetable salad and red wine after you tell me your phone number."

Zhang Muzi has never experienced this experience of being directly asked for a phone call by a girl. After being surprised, she opened her mouth awkwardly and said, "I, I already have a girlfriend."

But to his surprise, the airline escort did not look disappointed when he heard this, but said with a smile: "It would be strange if you don't have a girlfriend with such a 'quality'.

Didi (brother) is now what era? Is it planned to date you if you want a phone call? I think you are a very well-educated person, smart and very worthy of appreciation. He is a fellow villager with me, so you want to make more friends, but you think too much."

"Is that true?" Zhang Muzi became embarrassed, and in a state of confusion, he smiled dryly and reported his mobile phone number.

"My phone number is after 932 and I don't want to answer it." I carefully remembered Zhang Muzi's phone number, and the flight attendant immediately reported his mobile phone number. Then he stood up with satisfaction and returned to the cabin preparation room. After the meal was delivered, he did not continue to pester him to chat.

Seeing the flight attendant's attitude, Zhang Muzi felt that the conversation just now was just a small episode in the journey that didn't need to be cared about. Two hours later, when he walked out of the Seoul Airport, he had completely forgotten it.

At around five o'clock in the morning, there were already many workers on the street riding bicycles to deliver milk and newspapers in the city, and vendors who worked hard to drive small trucks back to the stalls from the wholesale market.

Sitting in a taxi and admiring the city that was gradually awakening, Zhang Muzi inexplicably rushed to the "Huatai Inn" which integrates catering and entertainment on the "University Street" of Seoul. He was sweating soundly in the sweat steaming room that was open for 24 hours. He drank some rice wine with eggs and lay on the tatami and closed his eyes to calm down.

In the early morning, when the sun shone into the hall of the sweat steam room through a wide transparent window, the ceiling lights on the ceiling were worn by sweatshirts and the shorts were extinguished one by one, Zhang Muzi opened his eyes and yawned comfortably like other people who spent the night in the sweat steam room around him, and touched the phone next to him. (To be continued)
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