Chapter 411 (Returned to Hong Kong) Who Dares to Develop Nuclear Weapons Privately? !

It was late at night, and the car was speeding on the empty road.

In the back seat, Zheng Jirong stared at the scenery outside the window that was rapidly receding, and a trace of deep thought passed across his face.

He returned to Hong Kong Island this morning. After reminiscing with his senior brother at the Peace Hotel, he returned to his home in Mount Kellett alone. He did not inform anyone during the whole process.

And Jimmy, Tiedan Ayi and others only learned about his return when he took the initiative to show up afterwards.

He was not surprised that the organization learned about his return to Hong Kong Island.

After all, as the only open agent in Hong Kong Island from the North, he and the people around him must have been secretly monitored by various forces.

But what surprised him was that less than a day after he came back, Vinci sent a message saying that there was an urgent task that he needed to perform immediately.

And from Vinci's implicit meaning, this incident has risen to the level of national security, and the level is extremely high.

A prominent figure has quietly arrived in Hong Kong Island, and Zheng Jirong is going to meet him this time.

Half an hour later, outside a residential building in Kowloon Tong.

Zheng Jirong straightened his clothes and said to A Miao, who was in the driver's seat: "You stay in the car and don't come out. If someone comes to ask you questions, you should be a little more careful when answering."

"I understand." A Miao nodded seriously.

Having been Zheng Jirong's driver and personal secretary for so many years, he knew the true identity of his boss very well.

"Speaking of which, you have worked hard," Zheng Jirong patted his shoulder and said apologetically, "You stayed alone in Beiping for so long, not only did you miss Xiaozhuan's birth, but you were called out to drive before you even saw the baby. I will definitely give you a long paid vacation after these few days."

"No way, I'm not as happy to be with my wife as I am with you, Brother Rong," Ah Miao smiled innocently, and then hesitantly said, "That Brother Rong."

"What's wrong?"

"I met a weird guy who looked like me when I was in Beiping, and he gave me a book called Zhonghua."

Just then, the people in the house should have seen them, and a man dressed as a bodyguard came out. Seeing this, Zheng Jirong raised his hand to signal him to shut up.

"Wait for me here first, and we'll talk when I come back."

"Oh, okay."

After Zheng Jirong got out of the car, the bodyguard just walked to the front of the car.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Zheng Jirong?"

After taking a few glances at the man in front of him, this guy gave him a feeling that was somewhat similar to Xu Zhengyang from the security company. It seemed that the man in the room was indeed a big leader.

He nodded and smiled, "Yes, I am Zheng Jirong."

"Please follow me."

A moment later, Zheng Jirong, led by his bodyguard, walked into the depths of the house.

To his surprise, the decoration inside the house was extremely simple, no different from ordinary houses, without any luxury.

After passing through the wide door, there was an elegant entrance hall, and Zheng Jirong immediately met the important person who arrived in Hong Kong secretly.

The King of the Wheel? !

An old man in his sixties was sitting behind the office, with bright eyes, holding a thermos cup, looking at him with a smile.

"Mr. Zheng?" the old man asked softly.

Zheng Jirong immediately saluted respectfully and said loudly: "Agent Ling Lingfa meets the chief!"

The old man smiled warmly and waved his hand to indicate: "This is not a military camp, and I am not your superior, so there is no need to be polite."

Then he stood up and walked over to shake hands with Zheng Jirong cordially, and then led him to sit on the sofa for the reception.

"I have been paying attention to what Mr. Zheng has done in Hong Kong Island. Not only have you lived up to the trust of the organization, but you have also achieved such a high position in Hong Kong Island in such a short time. You are really a young man to be feared!" The old man praised.

"This is all thanks to the support of the motherland and the trust of the leaders. If it weren't for everyone's help, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to pass Peng Dingkang's test." Zheng Jirong smiled modestly.

"That's because you have the ability. There are other leaders who can lead you. My surname is Song, and my given name is An."

"So it's Mr. Song," Zheng Jirong said in a friendly way, "Mr. Song, you can just call me Arong."

The old man smiled and pointed at him, then recalled, "Speaking of which, Wenxi and I are old friends, but he is in the military region and I am in the National Security Bureau, so we don't have many opportunities to meet each other. We originally wanted to send another agent to solve the incident in Hong Kong Island, but Wenxi has been recommending you, and considering your current status in Hong Kong Island, we have discussed and unanimously decided that you will carry out this mission."

"Of course," Song An paused at this point, looked at Zheng Jirong and said seriously, "This is not mandatory. If you are busy, Arong, we can also send someone else."

Hearing this, Zheng Jirong narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, then took out the cigarette box and turned to look at Song An.

"Please." Song An smiled.

Then Zheng Jirong lit a cigarette and pondered for a while.

To be honest, he really doesn't want to care about these things anymore. With his current status in Hong Kong Island, although he can't be said to be second to none, he is at least a well-deserved underground emperor. Not to mention Hong Kong Island, he has his own influence even in the world.

After that, as long as he develops his business empire step by step, with logistics and the Internet, he will have a chance to become the world's richest man. He is indeed a little tired of those political struggles. .

But.

From what Song An meant, Wenxi took the initiative to help him win this mission. Others might harm him, but Wenxi definitely wouldn't.

Moreover, judging from what he just said, this Song An is a big leader in the National Security Bureau. To be able to send a person of his level to come to Hong Kong in person, is it really like what Wenxi said that there was an incident that endangers national security?

Thinking of this, he put out the cigarette butt and looked at Song An aside, "Mr. Song, please tell me, as long as it is within my power, I am absolutely responsible!"

Song An secretly nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that Wen Xi was right. Although Ah Rong acted too perversely and wantonly, his party spirit and loyalty had never changed and he was absolutely reliable.

He stared at Zheng Jirong in front of him and slowly said: "The night before yesterday, a South Korean plane disguised as a civil aircraft crashed."

Hearing this, Zheng Jirong's eyes suddenly became sharp.

Song An then revealed even more shocking news, "According to our investigation, this aircraft is equipped with a hand-held device of the DC-8, a nuclear weapon privately developed by South Korea!"

"Nuclear weapons?!" Zheng Jirong was suddenly shocked.

"That's right." Song An nodded with a gloomy face, and then continued: "This portable device is equivalent to the shell of a nuclear weapon, and now it has mysteriously disappeared on the territory of our country. At the same time, we have intelligence that shows , that night, the factory producing DC-8 raw materials in South Korea was attacked, and sixteen raw material balls were taken away by terrorists! "

He stared at Zheng Jirong and said solemnly: "The entire DC8 is composed of portable devices and raw material balls. Our overseas intelligence officers received news that the terrorists will trade with the buyers the next night, and the location is exactly on Hong Kong Island! "

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After Zheng Jirong digested his words, he raised his eyes and asked, "How powerful is this DC8?"

Song An looked out the window at the bustling night view of Hong Kong Island, and then slowly said: "As long as the raw material balls are loaded into the portable device and activated, three of them are enough to destroy the entire Hong Kong Island, and such raw material balls are in the hands of terrorists There are sixteen in total.”

Hold!

Zheng Jirong couldn't help but cursed secretly when he heard this. These bastards can't trade anywhere, so why do they have to trade on Hong Kong Island!

He took a deep breath and asked him: "What do you mean, Mr. Song?"

Song An did not reply directly when he heard this, but instead said: "As far as I know, intelligence agents and agents from South Korea have arrived on Hong Kong Island, and the Hong Kong Island Police Department has also set up a temporary crisis team here. Just to get back the DC8 during the deal with these terrorists and return it to South Korea.”

"So." Zheng Jirong asked tentatively: "My task is to secretly protect DC8 and successfully deliver it to the hands of South Korean personnel?"

After Song An was silent for a while, he suddenly said: "Arong, Asia is not peaceful. First, there is a rebellious white-eyed wolf in the south, and then the neighbor in the north is secretly developing such weapons of mass destruction."

Then, he turned to look at Zheng Jirong and said slowly: "As the leader in Asia, we have the responsibility to maintain regional peace and stability."

After listening to his words, Zheng Jirong's lips curved into a pale smile.

"I see."