spy ace

Three days passed quickly. After having lunch, Fan Keqin came upstairs and found Sun Guoxin. The latter was currently reading a work report from the Personnel Department. After seeing Fan Keqin come in, he closed the report and put it aside, saying: "Here, there is a regular meeting at the Ministry of National Defense. I don't want to go. It's all clichés and nothing useful. You can bring it this afternoon." I can make a trip."

Fan Keqin said: "Ah? I'm going? Who am I? I'm going. Am I qualified?"

"Why are you not qualified?" Sun Guoxin said: "You are now the director of the Hong Kong Island Office and the head of the investigation department of our Security Bureau. You are going to go there. It just so happens that you represent both the Security Bureau and the Office. , isn’t that okay?”

"Okay." Fan Keqin said: "This is my first time going there. Is there anything special about it? For example, when the senior officials are speaking, do I need to get a notebook to take notes or something?" After saying this, Sun Guoxin immediately felt happy.

Then, Sun Guoxin said: "It doesn't matter. No one stipulates that I have to use a notebook to record. It depends on what you want. It's three o'clock in the afternoon, just don't be late."

"That's OK." Fan Keqin said, "That's it. When I get back, I'll talk to you about the spirit of the meeting?"

Sun Guoxin said: "It depends on the situation. If there is something new and useful, you can tell me. But I guess it is still nonsense like working together, the war is tight in the front, and the rear is stable. If you don't have this, you You can talk to me about it. Especially, it’s about our bureau.”

"Okay." Fan Keqin said, "That's it. I'll go back and get ready first."

When he returned to the office, Fan Keqin felt that this was an excellent opportunity. He could take advantage of this and make a time difference. In this way, after completing the mission, having a meeting at the Ministry of National Defense will create a pretty good cover effect.

After smoking a few cigarettes, he checked the time in the office and felt that it was almost time. Fan Keqin came out and said to Zhuang Xiaoman: "Xiaoman, the director asked me to go to the Ministry of National Defense to hold a meeting for him. Work You can make arrangements for me first and talk about it later."

"Yes, Virgo." Zhuang Xiaoman replied, and Fan Keqin turned around and left. When he got downstairs, he drove into his car and soon came to a public phone booth. He entered and dialed a number. After the call was connected, Zhang Zhikai's voice rang out, "Hello?"

Fan Keqin said: "It's me. In twenty minutes, it's best to let Li Tusheng pass that T-junction."

"Hey, you made the wrong call." Zhang Zhikai said and hung up the phone. But Fan Keqin was very satisfied. This was what Zhang Zhikai meant when he replied that he would follow the plan. As for what to do afterwards? Zhang Zhikai just said it was a wrong call. Then check it. At most, you can find out in the telephone exchange that the call was made from this phone booth. But with so many people coming and going here, who can remember me? In the end, it can only be settled. Furthermore, there is nothing wrong with Zhang Zhikai himself. Even if you want to exclude Zhang Zhikai, there is nothing wrong with him. How can you check it? Moreover, most of the time, I will direct the investigation on this matter, so it is not my decision. After hanging up the phone, Fan Keqin drove again to the back alley of a street. She put on a pair of flat shoes and followed him to park the car in a cave. After getting off the bus, we walked for about ten minutes and arrived at the back of a warehouse. The reason why I chose this place was because there was only one old man who usually looked after the warehouse. Moreover, the other party mainly pays attention to the front door. No one is always looking at the backyard.

So Fan Keqin saw an opportunity when no one was around, and swished into the backyard of the warehouse, and in a few steps he reached the attic on the side of the warehouse. After looking at the situation in front of him, he jumped suddenly, grabbed the upper edge of a window frame with both hands, pulled it down with both arms, and rushed up again. Then he stepped on the lower edge with his feet and pushed up again. With a jump, Fan Keqin grabbed the upper edge of the second floor again, and struggled with his arms again. He repeated this cycle three times. In just a few seconds, he had reached the top floor of the attic outside. building.

When I visited the site a few days ago, Fan Keqin made a special trip to it in the middle of the night. That time, the gun was hidden inside in advance and the window was deliberately covered. Just to make it easier now, he pushed hard with his hand and pushed the window open. After floating in, he raised his hand and looked at the time. Well, it's almost time.

When he came to the middle of the room, he adjusted the height again, touched the upper beam, and took off the rifle hidden on it. Carrying the gun, bending down, and walking a few steps forward, he came to the window on this side of the window.

From this window, looking diagonally ahead, there is a T-intersection about 400 meters away. But from here, you can only see about two-thirds of the entire T-junction. Still a relatively diagonal one. That is to say, write and read. Any road that is not perpendicular or parallel to a T-intersection.

Seeing this, Fan Keqin turned around and took out his gloves from his pocket, put them on his hands, and placed a broken table and a broken sofa back three steps away from the window. Then he put the rifle on the stand and stood behind, looking through the scope at the T-intersection a few hundred meters away outside the window.

I checked the time again, and there were still two minutes left, but it was definitely impossible to say Ding Kemao at this time. Therefore, Fan Keqin directly looked through the scope and paid attention to all the conditions at the T-junction.

Two minutes passed quickly, but Li Tusheng was not seen yet. Fan Keqin was very patient and did not have any emotional ups and downs. He knew that the other party would definitely pass by here. It was impossible for Zhang Zhikai to mess up this situation. Sure enough, after about two minutes, a man, wearing a suit, walked slowly and leisurely, as if he was shopping with nothing to do, from the upper right corner of the T-intersection.

According to this rhythm and Fan Keqin's limited shooting angle, if the opponent continues to move forward at this speed, he will disappear from his sight in less than ten seconds. However, Fan Keqin still didn't have any emotional ups and downs, watching the other party's pace and the situation of other pedestrians at the T-junction. After taking a closer look, I took a steady breath again. Then gently start to pull the trigger.

Just when Li Tusheng was still a short distance away from being out of sight...