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Chapter 271 Dimensionality Reduction Strike
He retracted his head and looked towards the back row: "Brother, when the operation officially starts, I will ask you to guide the plane in the sky, but there must be no mistakes."

A plainclothes man in the back row nodded. Commanding is his job. Although it is the first time to guide in the downtown area, and he has to avoid possible surveillance, it is not too difficult.

Just find a hidden corner and use the signal flag to communicate. It is unrealistic to issue complicated orders, but it is still no problem to express the approximate direction and distance, and the pilot can understand it.

Wu Chunyang received an affirmative reply, and looked at the target in the distance with the binoculars, scolding the other party's cunning, Jiang Jincai deliberately found a deserted stall, and observed the environment while eating.

The small stall was in the middle of a street, and the pedestrians and vehicles on both sides could be seen at a glance, forcing them to hide and watch hundreds of meters away.

With such a long monitoring distance, for a professional spy, he only needs to do a few anti-tracking actions casually, and he can disappear in the streets and alleys of Jinling.

In the past, the intelligence department had to take risks and send people close to the target, but now with the help of the plane, they just need to wait patiently.

Wu Chunyang finally understood why the section chief sent planes to follow him. Many seemingly insoluble problems can be easily solved by changing the angle. Intelligence personnel must have this kind of awareness.

He once again said to the air force guidance personnel in the back row: "There is no commanding height nearby. You go to the alley behind to guide and tell the pilot that the target is 250 meters southeast of the front of the car."

Hearing his order, the other party lowered his head and got out of the car, walked quickly to the side alley, took out two pennants from his arms, gestured to the sky for a while, and the plane slowly flew over.

Perhaps the situation on the ground was too complicated, and the guides did not dare to make too many movements. The plane flew back and forth three times over the alley, and then shook the wings slightly, indicating that they had received the order.

Seeing the reply from the plane, the guide staff put the flag in their arms, got back into the car, and whispered to Wu Chunyang: "Okay, the pilots in the sky will tell your people this information."

Wu Chunyang raised his head, and secretly prayed that Gui Youguang must find the target. The traditional tracking method is too risky. Once the other party finds out, all their previous work will be in vain.

In the plane in the sky.

The pilot turned his head and yelled, "The front of the car, 250 meters to the southeast."

But the roar of the engine was too loud, Gui Youguang pointed to his ear, then shook his head, indicating that he couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

The pilot shrugged, wrote a line of words in the flight manual with one hand, handed it to the back, then raised the altitude slightly, and made a figure-eight circling.

Anxiously, Gui Youguang took the notebook and was overjoyed when he saw the information on it. He looked southeast along the car, and soon found several small black spots.

He took out the binoculars, took off the goggles against the strong wind, his eyes were instantly red, and tears flew out unconsciously, but at the moment he couldn't care less, and carefully identified the ground targets.

Jiang Jincai's photo and figure had long been familiar to the information department, so when the other party appeared in the binoculars, Gui Youguang immediately recognized him and patted the left shoulder of the pilot in front of him.

This is a negotiated signal, indicating that the target has been determined. The pilot shakes the joystick, taps the left wing a few times, and flies over the car.

The guide who had been watching was overjoyed: "The target has been found, and you are monitoring. I didn't expect the plane to track people."

Wu Chunyang leaned on the seat, it was God's blessing, the next second he stretched out his hand out of the car window and made a gesture, the eyes of the little spy in the distance lit up, jumped on the bicycle and rode towards the distance naturally.

Ten minutes later, Zuo Zhong received a call to report that his plan had succeeded, and then there was a long wait, hoping that Jiang Jincai would meet his accomplice during the flight time.

However, we have to plan with both hands, Zuo Zhong said: "Senior high school, let the other two planes conduct cover flights in other airspaces, and the spare plane is ready to take off, and follow the plane at any time.

If the other party does not connect during the airborne time, the spare aircraft and our spare personnel must rush over to handover in time, and there must be no gaps in the tracking operation, otherwise it is easy to lose the target. "

"Okay." The senior high school replied simply, and ordered the plane to take off.

He is an outsider in intelligence operations, and it involves the safety of the chairman. All he can do is to cooperate fully, and as long as this cooperation is successful, there may be another stable source of fuel.

It is said that the Secret Service is very fat, and if it is not slaughtered, it will not be slaughtered. Instead of spending the money on the secret agents, it is better to increase the flight time for his pilot students. Thinking of this, the high school principal glanced at Zuo Zhong.

Zuo Zhong didn't know that the wallet was already being targeted. He looked at the two planes taking off in succession, with a smile on his face, expanding the intelligence warfare to a three-dimensional perspective, which was probably the first of his kind.

In the past intelligence operations of various countries, the equipment used was nothing more than vehicles and radio stations. The Japanese never dreamed that the planes in the sky would follow them. This is a dimensionality reduction strike.

"Buzzing."

I don’t know if it was the first initiative, but the people in Jinling City started to scold their mothers again. Three planes flew around the capital of the Republic of China like having fun, making the people below feel uneasy.

Jiang Jincai handed the money to the stall owner and frowned as he watched the planes whizzing by. The training intensity of the Air Force of the Republic of China was too intense, which was not good news for those proud guys in Army Aviation.

It seems that we need to find an opportunity to inquire about the intelligence of the Air Force of the Republic of China. If necessary, we can assassinate the pilots of the Republic of China. Without a pilot, an aircraft is not as good as a rifle loaded with bullets.

He stood on the side of the road and looked around. It was very quiet, only a few women came out to empty the toilet, and there were no suspicious vehicles or people. Jiang Jin walked towards the planned transfer point.

However, instead of taking the wide road, he got into a narrow and winding alley. The complex terrain made it impossible for vehicles to follow, and at the same time, it was conducive to anti-tracking, and it was easy to escape in case of danger.

With a calm face, Jiang Jincai walked quickly through the streets and alleys, and threw some peanut shells on the ground covertly, going east and then west in circles, and even turned over some dead ends.

So he had to go out so early. If it was later, there would be more pedestrians nearby. This behavior is very conspicuous. If someone who is too curious notices it, it may be a bad thing.

After walking like this for a while, he turned a sharp turn and stopped, leaning his back against the wall at the turn, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth but didn't light it, leaning his body slightly to listen carefully.

"Sand.Sand.Sand...Crack."

The faint sound of cracking came from the alley just passed by, and Jiang Jincai was startled. It sounded like someone deliberately lowered the footsteps and followed behind, but stepped on the peanut shells he dropped.

Could it be that he was really being targeted by Chinese intelligence agencies?He took a deep breath, put his left hand in his pants pocket, tightened a ring with his fingers, and put his right hand on his waist.

From the first day he came to China, he was not prepared to go back alive. He was willing to give everything for the empire, and he must not implicate the team because of his own reasons. Jiang Jincai had a grim look.

"Da da da."

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, Jiang Jincai tensed his nerves, and decided to act first. In the narrow alley, the Chinese's superiority in numbers could not be brought into play, so he might be able to fight his way out.

Just as he was thinking, the other party had already reached the entrance of the alley. Jiang Jincai stepped forward suddenly, and was about to draw out the pistol at his waist, but when he saw the person coming, he immediately retreated to the corner.

The person who came was a child, with a small schoolbag slanted on his way to school. When he passed by Jiang Jincai, he glanced curiously. The child was also startled just now, and he didn't know what the other party was going to do.

After Jiang Jincai relaxed physically and mentally, he squeezed out a kind smile on his face. Seeing this face, the child ran away in fright, almost crying, thinking that he had bumped into Paihuazi.

"Damn brat."

Jiang Jincai put away his smile, reconfirmed that there was no follower behind him, turned back again, and headed somewhere through the alleys extending in all directions.

It's a pity that all this was in vain. Gui Youguang on the plane saw his whereabouts clearly, and marked his whereabouts on the map of Jinling from time to time.

Gui Youguang rubbed his sore eyes, and he was glad that no one was sent to follow him from the ground. No matter how elite the intelligence department's personnel were, they couldn't stand such a toss.

Normal people's trajectory has a direction, but spies have no direction at all when they do anti-tracking. If they follow the opponent's abnormal route, they will be exposed.

In this way, the target walked on the ground, and the plane tracked in the air. Wu Chunyang led his people to follow the plane, carefully keeping a certain distance from the target.

In the next three hours, Jiang Jincai took a small train and a rickshaw several times to wander around the city, and finally walked to the Taipingmen Wharf in the east of Jinling City, and boarded a small cruise ship on Xuanwu Lake.

Gui Youguang's eyes were fixed. This kind of cruise ship can dock at the shore at any time. Is the target in the dock, or is it conducting special anti-tracking?He hurriedly raised his binoculars to prevent missing important clues.

And Jiang Jincai on the boat was like a tourist, with his hands on the fence and looking at the lake, with a smile of enjoyment on his face from time to time, but his eyes scanned the lake, anxiously looking for something.

When the cruise ship was halfway through, he finally found what he wanted to see. A woman in a pink cheongsam was sitting on a stone bench by the lake, wearing sunglasses, and took out a white handkerchief to wipe her neck.

After the team leader confirmed for himself, Jiang Jincai leaned out to scoop up the cold lake water, then straightened up and sat down, as if nothing happened, and the people on the boat knew nothing about it.

See his response.

The woman put the handkerchief into the bag, twisted her waist, got into a car, and quickly disappeared by the lake. The plane in the sky continued to make a loud roar, and Gui Youguang frowned slightly.

(End of this chapter)