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Chapter 272 Difficult Confirmation (Seeking Tickets)
What is the meaning of the action of the target just fishing for water, a Japanese spy would be so childish, or is it during the mission?Gui Youguang didn't believe it a hundred times, maybe he missed something.

After thinking for a while, he looked at the empty lake and thought about it. Could it be that he was signaling to his accomplices, but there were no other ships nearby. Who was he signaling to? Could it be on the shore?
Gui Youguang saw that the cruise ship was still driving in Xuanwu Lake, so he moved the binoculars to the shore, but there were many tourists, and it was impossible to tell who was the spy from a distance, which required close observation to identify.

He resolutely gave up his plan to find the other party's accomplice, which was unrealistic.

As long as you keep your eyes on the target, you will always see the other party's accomplices. The wind above the lake is very strong, and the white pilot scarf is buzzing. Gui Youguang tucks it into the neckline and continues to monitor the target.

At this time, the cruise ship was slowly approaching the pier. Jiang Jincai got off the boat, looked around, and walked in the same direction as he came from the shore. As long as the joint was not over, he could not relax for a moment.

He deliberately walked against the flow of people and walked quickly, turning his head slightly to pay attention to the movement behind him, especially whether there were any pedestrians who were also going against the flow of people. The result reassured him that no one was following him.

Jiang Jincai slowed down his pace, and facing the warm wind in early spring, he walked and stopped comfortably, estimating the itinerary and the time of the meeting, but the planes in the sky were annoying and always interrupted his thoughts.

He looked up and saw that the three planes were circling and climbing from far to near, and they were practicing flying maneuvers. They all looked like veterans, and the movements were completed very neatly, which attracted tourists to stop and watch.

Gui Youguang saw the target looking at them through the binoculars, and his heart skipped a beat. He must have been discovered, so he quickly signaled the pilot to move away a little.

The pilot tilted the joystick, and the plane flew to the left to the lake, which disappointed the onlookers, Jiang Jin smiled and finally left.

He just walked back to the Taipingmen Wharf, and unexpectedly boarded a boat again. The men and women on the boat ignored him, and only the boatman smiled and nodded, welcoming him aboard.

Jiang Jincai found a seat at random and sat down, the boat swayed into the lake, the passengers whispered, the boatman introduced the scenery loudly, Jiang Jincai looked at the lake and remained silent.

Gui Youguang, who was in the plane, was very puzzled when he saw this scene. What exactly does the target want? He just sat on the boat once, and now he is sitting on it again. Could it be that the Japanese intelligence team is meeting on the boat?
But then he vetoed this idea. The Japanese would not be so stupid and put themselves in a situation where there was no way out, because once they met and were discovered, they could only be caught on board.

This was another anti-stalking, or a way to get rid of it. Gui Youguang firmly believed that his judgment was correct. He stared at Jiang Jincai intently, wanting to see what tricks this guy would play.

When the boat sailed near the Xuanwu Gate in the northwest of Taiping Lake, Jiang Jincai suddenly got up and handed out the money to the boatman: "Sorry, I want to get off the boat."

The boatman didn't pay much attention to it. This situation was normal. Many tourists would not disembark at the pier when they were in a hurry, so they rolled the boat to the shore, and Jiang Jin jumped awkwardly from the boat to the shore.

Gui Youguang noticed this scene and felt a little excited. The abnormal behavior of the other party indicated that this guy was going to meet his accomplices, otherwise he would not have risked being noticed and disembarked halfway.

He patted the pilot's shoulder and pointed to the sky with his finger. The pilot nodded and raised the flight altitude. Gui Youguang's observation field of view became much wider, making it easier to monitor the target.

After Jiang Jincai went ashore, he reversed his cautiousness and suspicion before, and trotted all the way to a slow-moving car. He opened the door and got in flexibly, and then the car drove away quickly.

Outside Xuanwumen is the main road of Jinling, Ziwu Road connected to Zhongshan Road. There are cars everywhere on the road. After merging into the traffic flow, this car slowed down abruptly and crossed the road left and right.

Gui Youguang's eyes widened, and he didn't even dare to blink, for fear that the other person would lose his sight. There are so many cars of the same model on the road, if he makes a mistake, he may never find his target again.

A strong airflow poured in from the leather pad of the telescope, like knives slashing at the corners of his eyes, it hurt and itched, Gui Youguang bit his lip, resisting the normal reaction from his body.

Finally, the target's car finally started to drive normally. After driving along Meridian Road for five or six minutes, it turned left into Wutong Street, where there are many small bars and coffee shops opened by foreigners.

Taking advantage of the opponent's turn, Gui Youguang wiped his eyes with the pilot's scarf. He understood why the Air Force must have asked him to carry this thing. Although it was unlucky, it was really practical.

Besides, the car on the ground entered Wutong Street and drove into the lane on the right. Jiang Jincai got out of the car with the driver, and the two of them crossed the road with their heads down and walked into a shop on the left.

After continuing to observe for a while, and confirming that the target did not come out again, and did not leave through the back door, Gui Youguang clenched his fist and said to himself, "Wang bastard, let me see where you can go."

He counted the order of the shops, wrote down the detailed locations on a piece of paper, and drew a schematic diagram just in case, and put two pieces of paper into the can, and asked the pilot to immediately signal the personnel on the ground.

Zuo Zhong, who was far away at the Forbidden City Airport in Ming Dynasty, looked at his watch with a dignified expression. After thinking for a while, he nodded to the senior high school beside him. A spare plane and personnel must be dispatched, otherwise the handover of operations will be affected.

The high school also knew it well, and asked his subordinates to notify the plane to prepare to take off, implying that the Japanese spies were too careful, and the six-hour battery life was not enough, wasting so much fuel for him.

But at this moment, Zuo Zhong asked a very strange question: "High school, can the Douglas reconnaissance plane carry weapons, for example, machine gun bombs?"

With a serious expression, the senior high school replied: "Of course, there is a fixed forward-firing [-]-inch caliber machine gun mounted on the nose, and a detachable machine gun of the same caliber at the observer's position.

The wing racks can carry four [-]-pound heavy bombs, but Captain Zuo, why are you asking this? You don’t want me to shoot or drop four bombs in Jinling City, do you? "

Speaking of this, he couldn't help laughing, how could there be such a crazy person, if the bomb really exploded in Jinling, everyone present would have to be shot, but Zuo Zhong didn't laugh, but looked at him seriously.

The senior high school's smile slowly subsided, and he said firmly: "Impossible, I can't agree to such a crazy request, do you know how serious this matter is, Captain Zuo, this matter is absolutely impossible."

Two impossibilities explained his attitude.

Zuo Zhong smiled and said, "Let's forget about the blockbuster. Put the machine gun on. I'll take full responsibility for what happened. You have your responsibility, and I have mine. The Japanese cannot be allowed to leave alive."

The senior high school's expression was uncertain, whether he was doubting what Zuo Zhong said, or recalling the fallen hometown, the air force personnel in the tower closed their mouths and looked at the two officers.

Zuo Zhong added another sentence: "These Japanese are professional soldiers, and it is impossible for them to surrender obediently in the face of arrest. I am responsible for my brothers. After this incident, I will personally sponsor [-] barrels of fuel."

"Crack!" The high school principal slapped the table, angrily said: "Captain Zuo! Who do you think Gao is? Come here, tell the ground crew to reload the ammunition, and beat me hard when I meet the Japanese."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Zuo Zhong again: "However, every one of the twenty barrels of fuel must be missing, if one barrel is missing."

Zuo Zhong was the first to say: "Let your plane go to the secret service for training, right? A mere twenty barrels of fuel is not in Zuo's eyes. A gentleman will deliver it quickly within a week."

One kilometer away, Wu Chunyang looked at the sky anxiously. According to intelligence, the flight time of the plane may not be long. If the surveillance operation is interrupted, it is basically impossible to find the other party.

At this time, the guide who was observing the plane said pleasantly: "Left and right! They found the target's landing place, and we have to send a signal to the other party immediately to let the plane send down the information."

Wu Chunyang raised the binoculars and found that the plane was doing the agreed movements. He turned his head and ordered: "Go and send a signal. Our people are all around. Be more aggressive, so you don't have to be afraid of being discovered."

"Yes."

Guide the personnel to get off the car, walk to a secluded place in two or three steps, and wave the conspicuous red signal flag. The pilot is very familiar with this set of procedures, and as long as they pass by their sky, they will definitely find it.

Unsurprisingly, after circling around for a while, the plane in the sky found the contact signal on the ground, dropped something after a dive, and jumped and fell in front of Wu Chunyang's car.

Wu Chunyang quickly picked it up. It was a somewhat deformed can. After opening it, two pieces of paper were poured out from it, on which were written the location of the target and the schematic diagram. The section chief's plan was a success!
Turning around, he said to the little spy beside him: "Notify all brothers, secretly surround Wutong Street, take pictures of the haunted people, and call the section chief for instructions, whether to arrest the spies."

Following his order, the secret agents of the intelligence department assembled nearby began to secretly approach Wutong Street. Wu Chunyang was going to drive to Wutong Street to take a look at the environment of the target's hiding place.

Wutong Street, named after the plane trees on both sides of the road, has a unified French architectural style, all of which are small three-story western-style buildings. Nearby foreigners have opened many shops here, which is very lively.

Therefore, the usual flow of people is not small. After Wu Chunyang drove in, he found that the situation at the scene was very complicated. If there was an exchange of fire with the spy, there would be many casualties, which made him frown.

According to the section chief's consistent requirements, the action should minimize the casualties of the people, so I am afraid that the action will be very difficult, unless the evacuation is carried out first, let's wait for the section chief to come and make a decision.

"The first room, the second room."

The car passed by at a constant speed on the street, and Wu Chunyang counted the shops one by one. When he reached Wutong North Street, the seventh shop from the east, he quickly glanced at the signboard—Qiu Ju Bookstore.

(End of this chapter)