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Chapter 1040 Shift Schedule

"Good morning, Mr. Winston."

Dongqiang brought Kuang Fuan to the Sheung Wan pier, walked into an office with ease, and shouted at the white man who was smoking a cigar inside.

This is a small room with nothing but a set of desks and chairs. The wall on the right is covered with various documents, which looks a bit messy.

After finishing the question, Dong Qiang tilted his head slightly, and introduced the identity of the white man to Kuang Fu'an in a low voice.

"Inspector Kuang, this is the dock manager, you can ask him to arrange for the dock staff to identify the photos."

While the two were talking, Winston on the opposite side waved his hands casually, and asked Dong Qiang lazily why he came, without any intention of getting up.

In Hong Kong City, white people are at the highest level of society, and even a member of the Detective Department with real power cannot let him lift his noble buttocks.

Dongqiang had long been used to the British virtues, and he didn't care about the attitude of the other party at all. He walked to the desk and pointed at Kuang Fu'an and said something lightly.

"Winston, Inspector Kuang Fu'an of the Shanghai International Settlement, my superior asked me to accompany Inspector Kuang to find his family."

"Detective?"

Winston was stunned for a moment, then quickly got up from the chair, put the cigar aside, and shook hands with Kuang Fu'an enthusiastically.

"Hello, my friend, don't worry, I am willing to help in any way."

This sudden enthusiasm made Kuang Fu'an a little uncomfortable, but he didn't reach out to hit the smiling face, so he immediately thanked the other party with a smile.

While speaking, he adjusted his position naturally, glanced at the documents on the wall from the corner of his eye, and instantly found the cruise schedule he wanted.

"The Queen's cruise ship departs from Jinmen, and arrives at the port..."

"Asuka Maru cruise, departure place Shimajo, arrival time."

While talking to Winston, Kuang Fuan quickly memorized the contents of the shift schedule, and there was no abnormality in his expressions and movements.

He is indeed the leader of the red team who used to be the leader of the secret service headquarters, where dozens of special agents sanctioned the traitors.

Bored, Dongqiang copied his hands and walked around the office twice, and successfully found the shift schedule, but there were other people present, so he couldn't find a chance to take pictures.

It wasn't until Kuang Fu'an introduced the general situation to Winston that Dong Qiang pointed to the telephone on the desk and interjected.

"Mr. Winston, please show Inspector Kwong to meet the employees who have been working at the dock since last year. Inspector Kwong has a photo in his hand so they can identify them.

I think it's best to start the investigation at the ticket gate. If Detective Kwong's family members did come to Hong Kong City and they were indeed on a passenger ship, they would definitely contact the ticket inspectors.

In addition, can I borrow the phone, I need to contact my friend at the West Ring Pier, if there is no clue here, we will go to West Ring to try again later.

You know, in addition to regular passenger ships, there are many people who can't afford the tickets and would rather take the risk of taking fishing boats and cargo ships to escape the control of the Japanese. "

"Of course, please."

Winston shrugged, turned around and raised his hand to invite Kuang Fuan to go to the ticket gate. The work at the terminal was so busy that the staff couldn't leave their posts, so they could only go there in person if they wanted to ask questions.

A detective from the French Concession would not have asked him to suspend the operation of the pier. Of course, if a white detective came, the situation would be different.

Watching the two walk out of the room, Dong Qiang picked up the phone and turned the dial to dial a number. He wanted to get through a number and explained the situation to the other side of the phone, asking the other party to find the smuggler.

What he just said was not just to send the two away, the inland and the port city are not far away. Compared with expensive passenger ships, cargo ships and fishing boats are a cheaper way of smuggling, and many people are doing this business .

Assuming that Kwong Fuan's family came to Hong Kong Island via a black boat, they would definitely have to avoid those snakeheads if they wanted to find someone. As for whether the other party would tell the truth, Dong Qiang was not worried at all.

Find out about Judicial Green Tea.

Cut the hair into pieces and mixed it with tea for the suspect to drink. The broken hair is hard to digest and is very sharp. It will stab the gastrointestinal mucosa and cause abdominal pain like death, but no scars can be seen from the outside.

Since ancient times, the people have not fought against the government, even in the Hong Kong city under the British rule of Hong Kong. If he offended the police, he has a lot of ways to make the snakehead tell the truth.

After arranging this matter, Dong Qiang put down the microphone and walked quickly to the window to look around. After confirming that no one was there, he went back to the wall and took out the spy camera, aiming at the shift schedule and pressing the shutter.

It was the first time he performed this kind of mission, and he was extremely nervous. He swallowed his saliva from time to time during the photoshoot, and he had to keep an eye on the movement outside the door. This was indeed a test for a rookie in intelligence.

Fortunately, everything went well. It took less than half a minute for Dongqiang to take pictures of all the information of the passenger ship that had recently arrived in Hong Kong. confluence.

Perhaps it was a kind of intuition, he always felt that the inspector from Shanghai was a bit strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, after all, the other party did not act alone...

Dongqiang, who couldn't figure it out, shook his head, and quickly found Kuang Fu'an and Winston who were questioning the staff. Judging by their expressions, it turned out not to be very good.

This was within his expectations. There were more than a million people fleeing from the inland to the port city in the past few years. It was really difficult to find a few people among so many people.

Half an hour later, Kuang Fu'an, who had nothing to gain, had a solemn expression. He shook hands with Winston and bid farewell, and boarded the car with Dong Qiang again to the West Ring Pier.

Unsurprisingly, the smugglers in the West District did not provide any useful clues. The reason is simple. Those people in the photo are still in the northwest. It would be strange if anyone saw them in Hong Kong City.

As night fell, Kuang Fuan bid farewell to Dongqiang politely, saying that he would go to the refugee gathering place in Hong Kong next time, and he would not need to accompany him.

Of course Dongqiang would not object, he sent the other party to the hotel where he lived and said goodbye before driving back to the police station.

But as he was driving, he suddenly realized something was wrong. A car had followed his car for some time, and did not leave at several intersections in a row.

Although he has not received professional intelligence training, after joining the Hong Kong City Police Station, Dong Qiang spent a period of time in the police academy, and also studied with the old police for half a year after work, so he still has a basic sense of anti-investigation.

Realizing that he was being followed, even his life was in danger, cold sweat broke out on Dongqiang's forehead instantly, secretly guessing who the stalker might be.

Military command?

Regarding the style of the military command, he has learned a little bit from the gossip or personal experience over the past few years. He is indeed very cautious in his actions, and the internal monitoring is also very strict.

But after thinking about it, Dong Qiang quickly ruled out this possibility. According to the quality of military commanders he had seen in the past, it was impossible for him to find out if the other party really wanted to follow him.

Is that from Kuang Fuan?
Although Kuang Fu'an said from the beginning to the end that he came to Hong Kong City alone, no one would tell a lie. Could it be that this person really has a problem, Dong Qiang stepped on the gas pedal thoughtfully.

Facing stalking, he had two options, either pretending not to see him and driving back to the police station, or anti-stalking. The problem was that that would be tantamount to telling the stalker that his identity was questionable.

A plain-clothes criminal investigator would not and should not understand this kind of skill. In fact, Dong Qiang did not understand it. There was no such content in the short-term training before he arrived in Hong Kong from Jinling.

It didn't take long for Dong Qiang to drive into the Hong Kong Island Police Station, and the following vehicles drove past the gate of the police station without stopping at all, and drove towards the distance.

Seeing this scene through the car window, Dong Qiang sneered, got out of the car and walked into the office building, thinking about reporting the matter to his "old friend" as soon as possible.

Kwong Fuan also went to the pier when the military command wanted the pier. The two must be related, but Kwong Fuan did nothing at the Sheung Wan pier, which made him a little puzzled.

Just when Dongqiang was wondering, Kuang Fuan had already restored the shift schedule in the office. If Winston was present, he would be surprised to find that there was no difference between the two.

But it is useless to have a schedule and arrival time. In the next few days, a total of 17 passenger ships arrived in the port city from all over the Republic of China, and the total number of passengers reached more than 1.

Even with the help of the Gangcheng underground party, even with Yan Yiting's photo, without the specific name of the ship, it is not easy to find him among the many passengers.

Kuang Fuan looked at the shift schedule on the table and frowned. It seemed that he had to seek help from his superiors through the local organization first, otherwise he would not be able to complete the task by himself.

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao will be here, just as he thought of this, the door was knocked rhythmically, and the person who heard the signal was the traffic officer of the Hong Kong City Underground Party.

After opening the door to welcome people into the room, Kuang Fuan and the other party each found a stool and sat down. The traffic worker dressed as a waiter did not speak, but took out a pen and paper from his pocket and wrote a line.

"The target has departed from Shanghai to Hong Kong City on the "Kyushu" cruise ship."

Kuang Fu'an frowned, knowing that this was top-secret information obtained by the organization from the Japanese or the senior officials of the Xinguo government. With the specific name of the ship, the time of arrival at the port can be found from the schedule, and the task is simple.

But before he took the pen and paper to write out the following arrangement, the traffic officer wrote another line, which made Kuang Fu'an's heart beat suddenly.

"There are Hong Kong Island gangsters watching outside the hotel, three people, very hidden."

After finishing writing, the traffic officer got up and left the room without saying a word during the whole process. For the underground party in Hong Kong City, the British are as enemies as the Japanese in Shanghai.

Working on the enemy's territory, one must be more careful and more cautious. Without this awareness, they would have been wiped out by the Political Department of the Hong Kong City Police Department established a few years ago.

After sending the traffic officer away, Kuang Fuan had the same doubts as Dongqiang. Who sent those three monitors?

He had just arrived in the port city and only went to the police station and two docks. He had contact with either police officers or dock workers. There were at most a few snakeheads. Why did the gangsters target him.

The gangsters mostly stared at people for money, but he never revealed his wealth along the way, and he was accompanied by plainclothes officers from the detective department. He didn't believe that these people didn't know Dongqiang.

Unless...the person who followed him was related to Dong Qiang, then everything would make sense. It is quite normal for the police officers in Hong Kong City to mix up with gangsters.

So what is the purpose?
Why does a plainclothes spy on the client introduced by his superior, and who does Dongqiang serve?
During the daytime communication, the other party said that he was from Lu Province, had stayed in Jinling for a while, his father was from the older generation Hua Yong, and he had many connections in the police station.

It can be said that the background is clean and the experience is clear, so it is unlikely that Dongqiang is a spy, because these situations are easy to verify and cannot deceive people at all.

So Dongqiang is a military spy?

Kuang Fu'an was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Director Dai had such long hands that even Hong Kong City had minions of the military command.

Reaching out to light the note and putting it in the ashtray, he felt that he needed to be more careful in his actions, the target was coming soon, and there must be no mistakes.

If the party is only an ally in name, the two sides are more often enemies. It is necessary to prevent the military commander from doing nothing on this matter and using the Japanese sword to deal with the Northwest.

While Kuang Fuan raised his vigilance, Zuo Zhong's mobile phone received a cipher text from Hase Ryosuke again, and the content of the text message was also the name of the ship Yan Yiting was on.

Zuo Zhong put his phone back in the space, stroked his chin and thought for a while, after a while Chao Hou walked in and respectfully put a cruise schedule on the table.

　Isn’t dinotefuran non-toxic, why do I get dizzy after spraying it (-ι_-)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)