Fan Wei smiled and said, "I'm really curious about how the captain was saved.
You seem to have a good relationship with him.
Can you tell me about it?"
Fang Xiang did not expect Fan Wei to say this.
He was stunned and said bitterly, "It happened during a mission.
I'm sorry I can't say more because it involves military secrets."
"Oh, it doesn't matter."
Fan Wei shrugged helplessly.
He could understand what Fang Xiang said.
There are indeed some secret military operations.
If you say anything about it, it is a crime and you will go to jail.
But thinking about it, Fan Wei actually understood it to some extent.
It was probably the regiment commander who saved his life when he took him on a secret mission, so he wanted to stay with the regiment commander in the 21st Army.
This can be regarded as gratitude and a kind of persistence.
In fact, the more Fan Wei got to know Fang Xiang, the more he admired him.
It's a pity that his thousand-mile horse already has Bole and has no chance to become his subordinate.
After chatting with Fang Xiang for a while, Fan Wei didn't feel better when he leaned on the chair.
He didn't know if it was because of the alcohol he had just drunk.
Instead, he felt even more dizzy and drunk.
Fang Xiang obviously noticed Fan Wei's discomfort and took the initiative to make him a cup of strong tea.
He only waited for the sobering soup to come and let him drink it early and go to rest.
"Ding dong."
After waiting for a few minutes, the doorbell of the room rang.
Fan Wei wanted to get up, but Fang Xiang stood up first and turned to him and said, "If you drink too much, just lie down.
I'll open the door.
The sobering soup must have arrived."
Fan Wei nodded, rubbed his temples, watched Fang Xiang walk to the door, looked out through the peephole, and then opened the door.
From outside the door, a pushcart slowly drove in first, and then a handsome foreign chef in chef's uniform walked in.
"Hello, distinguished guest.
I'm here to deliver Eight Immortals Ganoderma lucidum hangover soup."
Before Fan Wei and Fang Xiang could react, the foreign chef had already smiled at them in fluent Chinese and said, "Excuse me, where is this soup?"
Soup ordered by the gentleman” "It's so strange that you foreigners can also make such traditional Chinese medicine hangover soup."
Fang Xiang obviously showed a trace of vigilance and said with some suspicion, "You are really a chef."
"Oh, dear guest, this soup was made by the chef himself.
I am the second chef, so I will deliver the sobering soup."
The foreign chef said in standard Chinese, "Because I know it is the distinguished guest from the presidential suite.
I ordered this soup, so this Eight Immortals Ganoderma hangover soup was prepared by our chef himself.
Now the temperature is just right.
Please try it.”
Fang Xiang looked at the chef for a few times, then looked at Fan Wei, and then said cautiously, "Okay, leave the soup, you can go out."
The foreign chef was stunned.
He seemed to be standing there awkwardly with no intention of leaving.
Fang Xiang couldn't help but glared at him and said, "Why are you still standing?
Why don't you leave quickly?"
"Haha, Captain Fang, don't be too nervous."
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Fan Wei stood up from the sofa, took out his wallet from his pocket with a smile, took out a few hundred-dollar bills, walked to the chef and handed them over, "He didn't get the tip.
How can you be willing to leave?"
Sure enough, when the foreign chef saw the money being handed over, he immediately showed a happy smile.
After taking the money, he took the initiative to open the aluminum alloy pot lid of the hangover soup.
He smiled and said, "Your guest understands the rules.
Please be patient."
If you like it, you can order more.
We have people waiting in the kitchen 24 hours a day, please don’t worry.”
"I know, put the soup on the coffee table and you can go."
Fan Wei waved to the chef, signaling him to stop talking nonsense.
The foreign chef obviously understood.
He immediately shut up and stopped talking, and slowly lifted the lid of the pot covering the hangover soup.
The Eight Immortals Ganoderma hangover soup with a bit of Chinese medicinal flavor was quickly presented in front of Fan Wei, and it looked really good.
When he was about to ask Fang Xiang whether the hangover soup was the same as what he made, he found that Fang Xiang's eyes were not on the soup, but on the foreign chef when he was picking up the hangover soup. on the palm of your hand.
Almost instantly, Fang Xiang's eyes burst out with unparalleled murderous intent, and he grabbed the foreign chef's arm with one hand.
Before the foreign chef could react, he let out a scream, and his arm was smashed by Fang Xiang.
Xiang twisted back in an instant, and the Eight Immortals Ganoderma Sobering Decoction he was holding in his hand instantly overturned and spilled directly onto his hand.
You know, this is boiling hot soup.
The whole bowl is poured into your hands.
What does that feel like?
Soon, the pig-like screams suddenly stopped, because at this time, the chef's neck had been pinched by Fang Xiang, his whole body was turned around, and he was directly pushed down to the mobile cart three times. superior.
Poor guy's hand had just been burned, and his face was pressed hard.
He struggled desperately but to no avail.
Thinking about this kind of pain makes people shudder.
But soon, the foreign chef was relieved, because Fang Xiang accurately cut the back of his head with a hand knife in a very short time, causing him to faint.
Fan Wei shook his dizzy head.
His drunkenness was finally awakened by Fang Xiang's sudden action.
He frowned and said, "Fang Xiang, who is he?"
"A skilled killer."
Fang Xiang said this, directly lifting the burned arm on the unconscious chef's back, "He acted well, but the thick calluses on his palms gave him away.
Of course, people know best which parts of their palms will develop calluses when they practice with guns frequently, and his calluses are not as thick as usual, so I can conclude that this guy is a killer, not a pretending chef."
Fan Wei looked carefully at the chef's burned palm, and sure enough, there were thick calluses on it.
Although he is not a soldier and does not often hold a gun, he absolutely believes that Fang Xiang's words are correct.
He frowned, and soon came to his senses and thought deeply, "It seems that the Zhuge family wants to kill me in this suite, so that there will not be a big commotion in the hotel, and it will not affect the Huaxia Kingdom."
The reputation can minimize the risk.
It is indeed a good plan.
But how did this guy know that I want to drink hangover soup?
Is this hotel already full of their spies?"
"Impossible.
The identities of all the hotel personnel who can accommodate the distinguished guests of the exhibition have been investigated.
There are many assessments and considerations in terms of security.
It is impossible for the Zhuge family to spread their spies into this hotel.
Unless there is only one possibility " "You mean?"
Fan Wei and Fang Xiang stared at the phone almost at the same time.
Fang Xiang pushed the unconscious foreign killer posing as a chef directly to the ground without saying a word, and strode to the phone.
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Quickly disassemble the phone.
Soon, he picked up an extremely small chip.
"A cutting-edge eavesdropping device, I have seen this thing before when I was in the Security Bureau."
Fan Wei suddenly realized it and couldn't help but sneered, "It turns out that what I guessed just now was right, they have been targeting us for a long time.
They have never been able to I'm afraid they didn't find a good time to attack us, and this time you called the main station.
Apparently they thought the time had come, so they transferred the chef halfway and came to assassinate me
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