In the temporary base building, the room that was originally the National Security Bureau’s security guard review room was temporarily used as an interrogation room. The thin young man sat inside with trembling all over, surrounded by five agents, and there was a female agent in charge of questioning on the other side.

Three large surveillance screens monitored the young man's every move from different directions, and none of his smallest movements were let go. The black-clothed agents sitting next to him performed the same task, and they were also staring at the young man's every move carefully, capturing any untrue information in his words.

Half an hour later, the interrogation report was sent to Nighthawk's desk. At this time, all kinds of people gathered in Nighthawk's office, including psychology experts, crime traces, tracking experts, and agents with rich geography knowledge.

They all buried their heads in a pile of documents, because Nighthawk asked the agents to search for all the information that took away the spy boss since he was born. Nighthawk never expected that it turned out that a person's information from childhood to adulthood was as high as a mountain.

He went to school, had a girlfriend, liked to eat, and even recorded what he said in which year, month and month he was scolded by the teacher. With so many materials, these experts needed to do their best to find the flaws so that they could find where the spy went.

"Is there any result?" Nighthawk rubbed his eyes tiredly. This kind of work is no less than surviving in the rain of bullets. A large number of brain cells are dying. Nighthawk feels like he has carried out a two hundred kilometers of marching.

The agent held the information in his hand and didn't look at it. He said accurately as if he was an endorsement: "That guy's identity is as white as a piece of paper. He came here to work in the countryside and defected to his uncle. He had been staying in the countryside to farm, and this has been confirmed. He had never contacted any radical organizations and was just an ordinary person."

Nighthawk put down his hand rubbing his eyes and stared at him, "I'm not asking that guy, I'm asking his uncle. I can even tell that guy is nothing. I want to know who his uncle is?"

The agent was silent. He was responsible for interrogation. If you want to know who the thin young uncle was, you have to ask the experts in this room who were still checking the information. They were the ones who mastered the first-hand materials.

Nighthawk also knew that he had lost his composure, so he waved at him and continued to wait. As time passed by, Dongfang gradually turned pale. During this period, the spy might not know where he had gone, but he sat here and was anxious to find nothing.

"Captain, I found it, I found it!" At this moment, Jun Zhi ran in from outside in a hurry, his face full of excitement.

"What have you found?" Nighthawk suddenly sat up. No matter what news it was, it touched his nerves. He could not wait like this anymore, he had to take action.

"I found out that car. It was the one where the boss named Liu Li ran away with the spy. After passing the capital for 100 kilometers, they threw the car on the side of the road, changed into a car that had been prepared long ago and continued to run away. After another 100 kilometers, they threw the car down and continued to change the car."

Junta said excitedly: "But they didn't know that all their actions had been monitored by us. Now they have gone to the Harbour City and probably want to escape from there."

This news is like a big inspiration. At least it knows the route of the spy's escape. The Nighthawk is already unable to control himself as he walks back and forth.

"We are doing well!" Suddenly, the psychologist with haggard face stood up and shook the report in his hand and said: "After all of us research, the guy named Liu Li can basically be confirmed to be a spy."

"Isn't this nonsense? Will an ordinary person run away with a spy all over the world to change cars? Do you think he has watched too many American blockbusters, so he has to find some excitement when going out? Tell me some nutritious topics, otherwise I will send you all to the northwest to move stones." Nighthawk roared in anger. He finally knew why the experts were so hateful.

Nighthawk's rage really scared these experts. Nighthawk has the right to send them anywhere, even if he wants, it is not a problem for their family to send them together. He is the deputy director of the National Security Bureau, and now he holds the power of life and death, which is not a joke.

In order not to turn from an expert to a brick-moving worker, the psychology expert quickly flashed through his miserable life in the second half of his life, and hurriedly changed his words!

"Liu Li's identity is fake. The real Liu Li was already dead thirty years ago. This Liu Li was adopted by the child of that family. He originally came out of the orphanage and was adopted by the Liu family. But strangely, the Liu family is poor. It is said that even if the child dies, the child will not be able to adopt it. They already have three boys." Psychology experts entered his lecture mode again and began to arouse people's appetite.

"Tell me the point, don't waste my time." Nighthawk re-arranged his palms on the desk, and the hard desk was actually slapped by his palms.

Such a great force is really scary. The psychology expert hurriedly said: "It turns out that after Liu Li was adopted from the orphanage, the Liu family could receive a sum of money as support from time to time. So Liu Li could survive in the Liu family peacefully, and he was very successful from going to college and going to the capital to open a store. It seemed that someone was always helping him."

Nighthawk was silent. Liu Li's identity background was indeed not simple. It was associated with spies stealing state secrets this time, like a conspiracy that had been carefully prepared for decades.

"Where is the orphanage that sent to Liu Li?" Nighthawk suddenly asked.

"It was closed fifteen years ago, and a big fire broke out. No one inside escaped and was burned to death. Now it has become a ruin. It was just demolished a while ago, and the local government wants to re-plan there." The psychology expert said quickly.

There is no evidence of death, and even the source of the orphanage is broken. Nighthawk vaguely feels that this is a huge spy force dormant in the country. They have been lurking decades ago and have only suddenly appeared today.

This is really terrible. Since the orphanage can give away Liu Li, it may give away children like Liu Li. What these children have in their heads and what they will do when they grow up is no longer able to imagine.

"Captain, Captain, are you okay?" Junta asked with concern as he looked at Nighthawk's face turned pale.

"No, it's okay." Nighthawk suddenly felt a chill on his back. The spy was on his way to escape and might be able to escape from the border soon.

But he has no time to pursue the spy now. If he doesn't sort out Liu Li's identity clearly, they may have been catching up on the way, and they can't even touch the other party's traces. Now they seem to be completely led by the other party and fall into a carefully prepared trap.

Nighthawk had already realized that he was trying hard to retreat, but the trap was rushing towards him madly.

"Closing the harbor city, no ships are allowed to leave the port within a week. No matter what you think, no fly can be let go in the sea in the air." Nighthawk roared loudly.

The military sect turned around and went to do it, while Nighthawk sat on the chair with some difficulty. The experts were looking around at the moment, not knowing what the deputy director was thinking about.

Nighthawk's head was like a river rushing into it, and the water surging and clashing, but he couldn't find an outlet to vent. He was desperately combing through the messy water, trying to gather them together and find a little flaw of the other party.

But the opponent is too cunning. Nighthawk feels that the opponent is not unaware that they are being monitored. The reason why they keep changing cars along the way is that they deliberately create it for Nighthawk to see. This is another trick. Under this trick, they might have planned other ways to escape.

Dingling, Dinglingling! A dull thunder sounded in the black sky, and the temperature suddenly dropped a lot. At this moment, the phone in Nighthawk's pocket rang.

This is his private phone number, and very few people have numbers. Even Zhou Zhou rarely makes this phone call, and there is a special way of talking between them.

Nighthawk picked up the phone strangely, and the other party's number could not be displayed on the color screen. It was called by a stranger, so Nighthawk couldn't help but frown. At this time, who would look for him?

"Hey, who?" he answered the phone and asked heavily.

"A old friend who is watching the sea. Is your life okay after parting with you in Hong Kong?" The voice on the other end of the phone was very magnetic, with a faint smile.

"Master Wen?" Ye Ying stood up suddenly. His surprised expression made the experts in the room stunned. He didn't know what was wrong with the deputy director.

"Haha, I can still remember my voice. It seems that I am not too failed." Mr. Wen laughed and looked very cheerful.

Ye Ying's mood was extremely complicated. At this time, Mr. Wen, who had always been strangely circulated, actually called him. What does this mean?

"Are you having difficulties? Do you want to know what kind of opponent you are facing?" Wen Ye's tone suddenly changed, and he threw out these two sentences like a temptation.

Nighthawk's head was like thunder. He nodded vigorously, but forgot the other end of the phone. Master Wen couldn't see his movements at all.

Ye Ying knew that Master Wen was not an ordinary person, and the information he had might even feel inferior to Director Niu, the top leader of the National Security Bureau. He was a figure comparable to the general of the National Security Bureau back then. Ye Ying believed that his words must have heavy weight.

"Then come to Panmei Villa No. 5 to find me. I don't like strangers, you know. I'll give you an hour, and I'll leave at 8 o'clock in the morning." Master Wen chuckled and hung up the phone.

The phone was beating, and Ye Ying's face was full of excitement and worry. He didn't know if he would get a turnaround or a bigger challenge. He always felt that what Mr. Wen said to him might be a more terrifying thing.

"Yasha, prepare for the car and go out with me." Nighthawk put on a black windbreaker and walked straight out.
Chapter completed!