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Chapter 1090 I will definitely get back what I lost!
Mountain city, Guiyuan Temple.

Two cars came quickly from a distance and stopped at the door of a bookstore near the temple. A group of Zhongtong spies got out of the car. The leader looked around with a look of surprise on his face.

"What's going on, the bureau chief said he would keep an eye on Zhou Yujun's residence 24 hours a day, where did everyone die?"

Before the words were finished, a person ran out of the bookstore, limped to him, bent over with a humble smile, and apologized repeatedly.

"Hi Section Chief Tan, the brothers are going to eat, and there is only one person on duty here. I didn't see you coming just now, please forgive me, ouch, your shoes are dirty, I will clean them for you."

As he said that, the visitor took out his handkerchief and knelt on the ground, and diligently wiped the other party's leather shoes. His movements were extremely skillful, and it was obvious from a glance that Tsubaki had done this kind of work for a long time.

The Chief Tan in his mouth raised his eyebrows and spat on his shoes with a haha ​​sound. The little spies around him laughed when they saw this, and they didn't think there was anything wrong with doing so.

A look of resentment flashed in the eyes of the lame man who lowered his head, but it passed quickly. He raised his sleeves to wipe away the spit, and continued to clean his leather shoes vigorously, pretending that nothing happened.

"Tsk tsk."

Section Chief Tan smacked his lips, looked at his subordinates beside him and said proudly: "You don't know, a few years ago, when our Central Command was still called the Secret Service Headquarters, this was a popular person in the bureau, and he was very popular with the intelligence section chief. Meng Ting thinks highly of it.

When I first entered this industry, I followed him. I was often bullied at work. MD, I scolded Lao Tzu when I was unhappy, and sometimes attacked. Fortunately, Lao Tzu knew how to endure humiliation, otherwise I would have been beaten to death by this trash.

Later, Meng Ting suddenly defected to the enemy in Jiujiaxu, robbed hundreds of important underground party suspects, killed many secret agents on missions, even the bureau chief almost had an accident, and he was injured in the leg by dissidents .

Afterwards, this guy was not only beaten to death, but also underwent an internal review for a whole year. If the bureau hadn't been in urgent need of manpower after moving west, he would still be counting lice in the prison. Am I right, Ma Lame? "

After finishing speaking, Section Chief Tan stepped on the lame horse's shoulder with a foot that had already been wiped, looked down at him, and said sarcastically in a contemptuous tone.

"30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, you didn't think you would end up like this. To tell you the truth, as long as I'm in the game for a day, you have no chance of turning around."

Being humiliated in front of so many people, the lame horse tightly gripped the handkerchief, veins protruding from his hand, but thinking of the current status gap between the two sides, he immediately raised his hand and slapped himself a few times, flatteringly patting Ma P.

"When you go deep into the grassroots level, you are all humble and ignorant, and you are blind to gold and jade. If you have a lot of money, just let me go as a P."

"Hahahahahaha".

The section chief surnamed Tan laughed out loud when he heard the words, holding his stomach and laughing out of breath, as if he heard something funny, after a long time, he restrained his smile, lowered his head and leaned into the other party's ear and whispered.

"Let you go? It's not that easy. Let's take our time and play! Get out of here~"

He jerked his feet back, took out his wallet from his pocket, counted out a few bills and threw them to the ground. He led his men into the bookstore without looking back, with an extremely arrogant attitude.

Hearing the sound of footsteps walking away, Ma Lizi put the money on the ground into his pocket and slowly got up under the surprised or shameless eyes of the people around him.

One day he will step on these people again, not to prove how great he is, but to tell others that he must get back what Mark lost!
Mark, who silently made the oath, limped towards Zhou Yujun's residence. As a former loser, he had no other way to turn around. Only by making great contributions can he regain the attention of the deputy director.

Now that the records of the Supreme National Defense Conference have been leaked, if he can prove that one of the suspects, Zhou Yujun, is an underground party spy, or find the other party's top and bottom lines, he can get out of the current predicament.

While he was thinking, he slowly walked to the opposite side of Zhou Yujun's residence, pretended to be a refugee and huddled in the corner and sat down, his eyes scanning the passers-by from time to time, looking for suspicious persons.

As a former elite of the intelligence department, Mark knew very well the operating procedures of the party's intelligence organization. Assuming that Zhou Yujun was a dissident and the other party's superiors had not received the secret documents, they would definitely send someone to verify the situation.

This is an opportunity, an opportunity to enter the core of the Central Unification. Naturally, he will not share this kind of good thing with Chief Tan and others. Moreover, the underground party agents are very vigilant and can be easily exposed if they act with that group of insects.

Not to mention anything else, just say that the other party's behavior at the door of the bookstore just now seriously violated the rules of intelligence work, and they were short of holding up a sign saying "I am a spy" and telling everyone that they have a problem.

Time passed slowly, and there was an endless flow of vehicles and pedestrians on the road.

Mark put his hands into the sleeves of his tattered cotton coat and curled up into a ball. His hair was messy and he looked very embarrassed. He was no different from the refugees that can be seen everywhere in mountain cities.

He stared intently at the people passing by, analyzing and judging the identities of these people from their movements and clothing. This skill was learned from Meng Ting.

Thinking of this old boss, Mark has mixed feelings, including resentment and gratitude.

What I hate is that the other party defected to the enemy, which caused him to be censored internally. The internal censorship of the Central Committee has no other content, and it does not talk about psychological offensive at all, just one word, hit!

During more than a year in prison, he suffered all the sins he had never experienced in his life. He was either beaten every day, or on the way to being beaten, his legs were injured and he became completely lame.

I am grateful that the other party is really kind to him and taught him a lot of things. Although they are very basic investigative techniques, they are of great help to him.

What the surnamed Tan just said was not accurate. If it wasn't for this skill, even if the Zhongtong lost a lot of manpower, he wouldn't be able to get out of prison.

"Ugh."

Mark regretted that if Meng Ting had not run away, he would have been at least a deputy director. As a close confidant of the other party, his position as director was secure.

Just like Wu Chunyang of the military command, who rose from an ordinary spy to a division chief in a few years, what he relied on was the support of Zuo Zhong.

After fantasizing for a while, Mark sighed and continued to monitor, boredly sizing up a major officer of the Central Army who was walking from a distance, scanning the other person from top to bottom.

There's nothing wrong with the hat, there's nothing wrong with the jacket, there's nothing wrong with the collar badge, there's nothing wrong with the breast badge, there's nothing wrong with the breeches, there's nothing wrong with the shoes. No, there's something wrong with the shoes!

After the start of the war, the Central Army’s clothing standard was that each person should wear two single-shirt tops, two single-cloth shorts, one pair of leggings, and one military cap in spring, summer, and autumn each year; one set of cotton-padded trousers and one cotton cap in winter; There is a bed of quilts two feet five feet wide and a straw mat two feet wide.

As for shoes, the distribution standards of each unit are different. Except for the teaching corps back then, the lower-level officers and soldiers mostly wore cloth shoes or straw sandals. In the eyes of the big men in the Military Weihui, the death rate on the front line is so high, it is better to distribute them to a group of cannon fodder. Shoes are pure waste.

Officers above the school level uniformly distribute leather shoes and riding boots. After all, officers represent the face of the Guojun. No matter how difficult the country is, they can still get the money to buy shoes. Therefore, to identify the status of an officer in the Guojun, just look at the shoes. The better the shoes, the higher the rank, you can never go wrong.

According to this rule, the major officer should wear leather shoes, but the reality is that the other party is wearing cloth shoes, and they are a kind of northern cloth shoes called loafers. Most of the users are the Northwest Army, Jin Army, and Northeast Army. The Central ┴ Army sequence has never been issued.

Mark was ecstatic in his heart, and finally let him find the clue of the underground party┴, so he immediately looked at the other party's face, just at this time the major officer raised his head, revealing the face that had been hidden under the brim of the hat.

Looking at that familiar face, Mark, who already had a victorious smile on his face, felt like he was struck by lightning. He couldn't believe his eyes. He was stunned and his body was shaking slightly.

Meng Ting!

This former famous detective in Shanghai, the culprit who caused the largest casualty record in the national intelligence system, and the most wanted criminal in the Central Committee, even if the other party turned into ashes, he would not admit his mistake!

He just came here to find evidence that Zhou Yujun was an underground party. He didn't expect to get such a big harvest. Catching Meng Ting, a section chief named Tan, was nothing.

Mark, who was so excited that he was about to faint, bit the tip of his tongue, quickly regained his composure, walked into a shop by the side of the road, connected a number and said a few words, then hung far behind Meng Ting, leaving secret marks on the side of the road from time to time.

He understands that when tracking an agent, an elite agent of the underground party, any oversight will lead to exposure. Long-distance surveillance is the best option, even if it is easy to lose track.

There is a principle in intelligence tracking - it is better to lose it than wake it up.

Anyway, knowing that Meng Ting is in the mountain city, there are other ways to find him if he is lost, but it will be difficult to find such a good chance of arresting the target if he is shocked.

Mark tried his best to use the tracking technology learned from Meng Ting and taught in the training class of the Central Unification to the extreme, and finally he did not lose people.

But as Meng Ting's anti-tracking actions became more and more frequent, he knew that he would be thrown off sooner or later. Just when Mark was burning with anxiety, he saw a person across the road gesturing secretly.

Very good!Support is here!

Mark's heart was relieved, and Meng Ting, who was pointing forward, also gestured to indicate the target, and then crossed the road and walked into a small alley.

As soon as he walked into the alley, Xu Enzeng, who was dressed as a local rich man, rushed over and asked impatiently in a low voice, "Are you sure it's Meng Ting?"

"I'm sure, Beizhi is very familiar with Meng Ni, it's him!"

Mark replied categorically, if it weren't for the deputy director's taboo, he would have dared to use his own head to guarantee it.

"Good! Good! Good!"

After getting an affirmative answer, Xu Enzeng said good words three times in a row, stood on the spot rubbing his hands excitedly, turned his head and looked in the direction where Meng Ting was leaving, his eyes were full of fierceness.

(End of this chapter)