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Chapter 1204 A blow to the head (Happy May Day)

A few days later, at the shadow agency surveillance point opposite "Zhicheng Company", angry little spies were staring at the target, and the room was quiet.

Suddenly, someone whispered that target No. 1 had moved, and everyone immediately cheered up, taking photos, and recording.

On the side of the road, Shancheng City Wei Shuji Lao Peng lifted up the front of his long coat and put a sliding pole on it, and disappeared after a moment.

The spies did not follow, and after recording the situation, they continued to act as human cameras, monitoring the activities of Zhicheng Company. This job was almost not difficult.

It is precisely because the difficulty is not high that Dai Chunfeng can safely let a group of novices carry out the task. Otherwise, if these students alone want to keep an eye on experienced underground party intelligence personnel, it is better to be more realistic in dreams, and everything is possible in dreams.

"How long do you think we have to keep watching?" One of the little spies suddenly said.

"It's almost time. The bureau chief said on the phone yesterday that we should stand up for the last shift. I think we are not far away from closing the network." Someone speculated.

When the team leader in charge of the surveillance point heard the discussion, his eyes immediately widened and he warned them sternly not to talk too much, let alone guess the commander's intentions.

The little spies smiled and closed their mouths, scolding each other bloody in their hearts. Isn't it just to be a team leader? We are all students, what's the big deal.

"Boom!"

"Open the door! Open the door quickly!"

Suddenly, the door of the surveillance point was slammed hard, and someone shouted loudly outside the door. Judging from the noisy footsteps, there must be a lot of people.

The team leader looked ugly. As he walked towards the door, he motioned to others to put away items related to the mission, and at the same time secretly prayed that it was not an underground party outside.

In order to avoid being exposed, there are no weapons in the surveillance point. If the underground party comes to cause trouble, they can only fight with their bare hands.

The door opened with a creaking sound, and before the team leader could speak, a group of police officers in police uniforms rushed in, pointing their long and short guns directly at the agents in the room.

"What are you doing? What is the purpose of gathering here? Please bring out your IDs."

The leading police sergeant pushed the barrel of his hat against the brim of his hat. He looked at the team leader with his triangular eyes, then at the few agents dressed as literary men next to him, and asked.

MD, these stinking patrols, if their identities were not disclosed, I would have to deal with you. The team leader cursed in his heart, took out his ID and handed it to the other party, and with a smile, he started to explain according to the words he had planned for a long time.

"Sir, we are from the Preparatory Office of Shancheng Trading Co., Ltd., and I am the person in charge of the Preparatory Office. This is the permission issued by the Ministry of Interior and the Police Department and my ID. Please take a look."

Triangle Eyes was startled, and he raised his hand to stop the police who were about to search. He reached out to take the permit and documents and inspected them carefully.

After looking over and over for a long time, he couldn't find any flaws. The handwriting, the signature of the commander, and the secret message were all correct. These outsiders had no way of knowing, and they couldn't forge them.

Looking at the large seal of the Ministry of the Interior on the permit, Triangle Eyes secretly thought that it was bad. He sent the things back with both hands and apologized, saying that someone reported that there were suspicious people nearby and they had to make a trip.

The team leader didn't care. After taking back his ID, he waved his hand magnanimously and sent the policemen away politely.

After the door was closed again, someone asked the team leader: "Do you want to report this to the bureau?"

The team leader thought about it and shook his head: "No, there is no need to disturb the bureau with this trivial matter. Two people will be left behind later, and the rest will be moved to the No. 2 surveillance point."

He acted very cautiously, fearing that the police would tell the story and arouse the target's suspicion, so he decisively activated a new surveillance point. No wonder he became the team leader.

The agents agreed with a bang, immediately packed up their equipment and files, and then divided into two teams. One team dispersed to the backup surveillance point, while the other team pretended to be members of the so-called preparatory team and continued working.

After a few minutes, several hurried figures crossed the busy road, entered another building one after another, and then locked the door.

In the confectionery shop on the corner, Zuo Zhong, with a mustache and gold-rimmed glasses, stood in front of the counter, watching the scene through the glass window with his peripheral vision, and slowly turned his head.

Through these few days of observation and using methods such as calling the police and tracking, he had roughly figured out Dai Chunfeng's plan for Wei in Shancheng City.

More than 100 agents and a dozen surveillance points formed a huge surveillance network, completely surrounding Shancheng Wei. An operation of this scale is rare even in the military command headquarters.

After casually buying some assorted candies, Zuo Zhong left from the back door of the fruit shop, preparing to return to the safe house to complete his next plan.

That day he learned that Linjiangmen was visited by Kuomintang agents, so he sent a telegram to the northwest to tell comrades in Shancheng Wei that Lao Pu had rebelled!

He then followed Dai Chunfeng to Liuyichun, further confirming this guess, and thus found Lao Pu's secret destination.

Compared with Lao Dai's guards, Lao Pu was more difficult to deal with. He almost discovered him several times. He was worthy of being Deputy Secretary Wei of Shancheng City in charge of intelligence work.

But the stronger the ability, the more serious the consequences of surrendering to the enemy. The opponent is in this critical position and has access to a large amount of top-secret intelligence, which will cause no less harm than when the person in charge of the red team defected to the enemy.

Back in the safe house, Zuo Zhong lay on the bed with his hands crossed and his head on his head, looking at the beams in deep thought. The light outside the window was getting darker and darker.

Early the next morning, Zuo Zhong sent a telegram to Northwest, requesting help from other independent intelligence groups, and then went out to Lao Pu's destination.

A few more days passed like this, and there were still three days before the Northwest Commissioner arrived in the mountain city. In the alley near Miss Li's residence, a group of pole-sliding sedan bearers surrounded two people, and everyone was smiling.

"Remember what I just said, there will be benefits after the work is completed. Anyone who receives money and does not do the work will bear the consequences!"

One of the two people handed out money to the bearers, and at the same time gave a fierce warning. With the scars on his face, he was not easy to mess with at first glance.

The other person also looked around with indifferent eyes, and there was a bulge in his waist, obviously with a guy.

The bearers nodded their heads and promised to do as they were asked. If anyone dared to play tricks, they would clean up the house themselves without the other party taking action. Although the bearers are not the standard children of Jianghu, in order to earn a living on the street, they must keep their word and not show off their clothes.

In the blink of an eye, the bearers who had taken the money dispersed, and the two men who handed out the money took to the streets with their sliding poles to solicit customers. The shadow agency agents hundreds of meters away were completely unaware of this.

The next morning.

Lao Pu, who was pale and still coughing, walked out of Ms. Li's residence. After taking two steps, he stopped to take a deep breath, and then looked helplessly at both ends of the street, ready to call the slider as usual.

These days, he stayed here every night, reveling in the gentle countryside and enjoying himself, but his body couldn't bear it. After all, he was old and injured.

Lao Pu stood on the side of the road for a few minutes, looking down at his watch, then standing on tiptoes and looking around. There was not a single sliding pole that could be seen everywhere in the past.

After waiting for a long time, he was anxious and just about to leave on foot when he saw a sliding pole slowly coming out of the alley next door, so he quickly stopped the bearer, sat on it and reported his address.

This address is neither Lao Pu's home nor Zhicheng Company, but a lively market.

The market is crowded with people and is a very suitable transit point. It can be seen that even if he comes out to have fun, Lao Pu has not lost the vigilance that an intelligence officer should have.

The bearer in the front responded, picked up the pole and ran forward. From time to time, he used chants with a Jiangbei accent to notify the bearers behind him to turn around and get on the bridge.

Lao Pu listened to a few words, then observed the bearer's clothing and movements. After making sure that there was no problem, he lay down on the backrest to rest, occasionally turning his head to check behind him.

After working hard all night, coughing, and the swaying sliding pole made Lao Pu drowsy, but it was all about his will that kept him from falling asleep.

Seeing that he was only a hill away from the market, he slowly closed his eyes and did not notice that the bearer then changed to a less traveled path.

"A line ahead (the road ahead is flat and there is no one)."

The bearer in the front shouted something in a low voice, and the bearer in the back immediately replied.

"If you can run a horse, you can shoot an arrow."

After shouting, the bearer at the rear who had his head lowered suddenly raised his head, pulled out a wooden stick as thick as an arm from the bottom of the slide pole, aimed it at Lao Pu's head and hit it hard.

"Oh!"

In an instant, Lao Pu was hit so hard that his eyes flashed with stars, and his consciousness became blurred. Just when he tried to struggle, he was hit again by a stick, and then he felt pain in his neck and completely passed out.

Seeing that he had lost the ability to resist, the bearer in front pulled the syringe from Lao Pu's neck, took out a steel wine bottle, unscrewed the cap, and sprinkled all the wine on Lao Pu.

During this period, the bag Lao Pu was carrying fell to the ground and a glass bottle rolled out from it. The bearer in front shrank his pupils when he saw it. He hesitated for a few seconds and bent down to put the bottle away.

After doing this, one of the two bearers shouted "touch down" and the other shouted "stabilize", raised the slide pole again and set off, but the destination was changed to another place.

The police agents along the way did not become suspicious when they saw the three people. They thought they were some hungover drunkard coming home. They watched helplessly as the most important fruit party mole after the leader of the red team was carried away.

At about nine o'clock in the morning, the sliding pole carried Lao Pu into a dilapidated earth temple, placed the sliding pole in the center of the room, and the two bearers left without looking back.

"Thumbtack, let's separate here."

"Sir, please be safe."

"it is good."

When they reached the intersection, Ling Sanping and Francois Huang, whose faces were disguised, exchanged code names for a few words and then returned to Renxin Hospital and the trading company separately.

On the way back, Ling Sanping looked thoughtful. The bottle just now seemed familiar. After thinking about it for a while, he decided to report the matter to Northwest.

For a long time, there was a rustling sound in the quiet Tu Tu Temple, but the old cattail on the sliding pole did not move at all, and I don't know where the sound came from.

Finally, as a burst of dust fell, Zuo Zhong jumped down from the beam. Looking at the completely unconscious target, he took out a sack and covered it.

The sun is hanging high outside the door, and the sunlight shines into the house through the grille. The clay sculpture of Earth God is sitting high on the altar. The light and dark are intertwined, and the originally compassionate expression becomes a bit ferocious.
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Mountain City New Year Party Cinema.

Shen Dongxin, the chief secretary of the Central Unification Committee, was sitting in a private room, lighting a cigarette and looking directly at the screen. Not long after, the voice of Meng Ting, director of the Intelligence Department, came from behind him.

"Qingshan, do you have an urgent mission?"

Meng Ting sat down next to him and asked in a low voice. The light and shadow projected by the projector kept flashing behind the two of them. A silent comedy was playing on the curtain. The clumsy protagonist made the other audience laugh.

After hearing this, Shen Dongxin nodded and continued to look forward. His expressionless face moved his mouth slightly, conveying the latest order from his superiors.

"Yuchang, my hometown has given me a few addresses. You can find a way to provide them to Xu Enzeng. Just tell them that there are underground gangs inside. You must let them arrest people today without exposing yourself."

Meng Ting thought for a moment and nodded vigorously. Xu Enzeng is so happy that this matter is not difficult to do. All he needs to do is make an anonymous reporting call.

But he never expected that after traveling to the northwest, Deputy Director Xu's thoughts would undergo some strange changes, and the plan did not go as smoothly as he and his "superiors" imagined.

(The case is not over yet, the clues are somewhere in the article)

(End of this chapter)