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Chapter 459 Hair on Pork

Formosa took his business card and left confidently. No one can keep silent in front of the British Empire, not even a professional intelligence officer, unless he is willing to die for his boss.

But this kind of thing is impossible, not to mention in the decadent Republic of China, even in the empire, how many people are willing to sacrifice their lives for the king, honor and money are the most eternal pursuits.

A British passport.

a decent job.

With these two things, he was sure that Meng Ting would open his mouth. As for whether to fulfill the promise after the goal was accomplished, it was not something he could care about. The reality is so cruel.

the other side.

Meng Ting, who didn't know that he was about to be instigated against him, was also fascinated by the Jinling Evening News, which introduced in detail the information on Formosa, the cases he had handled in the past, and the honors he received.

In fact, he had heard of the other party's name when he was studying in the police station in the concession and studying in France, and the police academy also used cases solved by the other party as cases, but he never had the chance to meet him.

This opportunity to get acquainted with the world's top detective will be very helpful for his future work and career. After all, Meng Ting himself knows very well how he got the title of detective.

"Jingle Bell."

At this time, the phone on the table rang.

Meng Ting casually took the phone and asked who it was, and then started chatting with the other party with a smile all over his face. It was really a coincidence that Cao Cao and Cao Cao were coming, but Formosa called.

"What? Mr. Formosa, you want to invite me to Dehe Tower, haha, as a landlord, I should be the one to invite you. We Chinese have a saying that the guests do as they please, so don't be polite."

He said while looking at his watch: "Okay, see you at Dehelou at seven o'clock. Food is the fastest way to understand a country. I believe you will fall in love with this beautiful country soon."

After finishing speaking, Meng Ting hung up the phone, then patted the newspaper on the table lightly, feeling a little excited in his heart. He was thinking about how to get to know Formosa, but he didn't expect the opportunity to come by himself.

As for whether it was appropriate for an intelligence section chief to meet with a British person in private, he didn't think much about it. There were many foreigners among his friends, and Director Xu Enzeng also knew about this situation.

And if you can't be a spy, you won't be allowed to meet new friends. He left the secret service headquarters with a smile on his face, drove to the construction committee, and prepared to go to the surveillance point to have a look.

As a newcomer, Meng Ting understood that he did not have any prestige and reliable team in one place, and that he had to rely on ability to open up the work situation, which is why he was transferred outside during this period of time.

The effect was not bad. It only took less than half a month for the Secret Service Headquarters staff who followed him to other places to ignore or even resist him at the beginning, to listen to him later.

This is all because of his charismatic personality. It has nothing to do with eating, drinking and having fun along the way, and it has nothing to do with the five-digit reimbursement amount starting with the word 3. All the spies on this trip can testify for him.

He has a clear conscience.

Thinking of this, Meng Ting glanced sideways at the rearview mirror. From a police officer to an intelligence officer, from a stalker to a stalked, from a hunter to a prey, the most difficult thing to adapt to is the change in behavior.

When he was in Shanghai, no one dared to follow him, the deputy captain of the detective brigade. Now that he has been promoted in Jinling, he must pay attention to this point, otherwise his life may be in danger.

There are precedents for this kind of thing. For example, Zuo Zhong from the Secret Service was followed and ambushed by the Japanese. If the other party was not dead enough and vigilant enough, he might have been kidnapped long ago.

Meng Ting felt cold and immediately stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, kept turning his head to check whether the backside was clean, until he turned around several times, and then slowly drove the car into the gate of the construction committee.

He got out of the car and straightened his collar, looked left and right to see what was going on around him, walked into the office building, and soon connected with the secret agent of the Secret Service Headquarters, and walked into the monitoring point accompanied by the other party.

"Hello, Chief."

"Meng Section Chief. Hello."

Seeing him coming, the spies from various departments greeted him one after another. They had heard other people's story about this generous man who donated money, and they really wanted to go on missions with Section Chief Meng.

Money or not doesn't matter.

Just two words, happy.

Meng Ting smiled and nodded to everyone, then picked up the surveillance records and looked through them. Although the records in one place were not as detailed as those of the Secret Service, they still opened the eyes of the former police officer.

From the process of going out to returning, all the personnel in contact with, the actions they made, the duration of the actions, and their expressions were all recorded one by one.

After reading it, he felt that it was already very professional. He said that the first place was not as good as the second place. He didn't know how detailed the surveillance records of the second place would be. If he had the chance, he really wanted to see it.

After roughly reading it, he raised his head and asked, "Why didn't the people contacted by the other party investigate? As an important base of the underground party, the official residence will definitely contact the downline. Don't you know this?"

Meng Ting's tone was a bit harsh. Even the bastards in the Shanghai Police Station knew how to investigate the network. It's really incomprehensible that the professional spies in No. [-] missed this clue.

This is the first case he has come to Jinling to handle, and he is only allowed to succeed, not to fail. If the opening gun fails to fire, the days to come will be miserable. Director Xu will not give him a second chance.

"this."

The leading agent stammered: "It's the director's order. He said that the underground party is very cunning and difficult to deal with. Let's not startle the enemy, and just follow and monitor from a distance."

Hearing that it was the order from his immediate superior, Meng Ting shut his mouth decisively, went to the window and picked up the binoculars to look at the mansion. It was the same as before, and there was no sign of any suspicious activities.

He sighed, it is so troublesome to handle a case in Shanghai, he directly sent people to rush in, control the suspect, once the punishment is severe, no matter whether it is an underground party or an underground party, they have to speak up.

If I had known that the intelligence work was like this, I shouldn't have agreed to come to Jinling to be the chief of the section.
Isn't it still for making money?

He put down his binoculars and stood at the window in a daze. After a long time, he looked at the central hospital in the distance. His heart moved. Since the situation of the official residence cannot be observed here, why not change the place?

Meng Ting beckoned to the leading agent: "Go to the Central Hospital and see if you can find a place to set up a new monitoring point. It's better to have a spacious place that can accommodate so many of us."

Remember to keep it confidential. If the hospital asks you, just say we are the Secret Service, and tell them not to ask too much. The second office is so famous in Jinling, it would be too wasteful for us not to borrow it. "

"Yes, Chief Meng."

The leading spy nodded without thinking. As the head of an intelligence department, the other party has the right to decide where to set up surveillance points and how many surveillance points to set up, and there is no need to apply to the director.

Besides, things that can make the two divisions suffer must be done. Even if the director knows, he will only praise everyone for their cleverness. They have been tricked so many times, and they dream of teaching each other a lesson.

Meng Ting thought for a while and felt that there was nothing more to tell him, so he was about to leave. At this moment, a few people with big bags and small bags walked into the monitoring point. They were spies who had come to deliver dinner.

"Braised pork."

"chicken soup."

"Vinegar potatoes."

The leader, a fat man, hurriedly greeted Meng Ting, and then swiftly took out a metal lunch box from his bag, and reported the meal for tonight, which sounded quite rich.

It is not easy to have two meat and one vegetarian lunches these days, not to mention ordinary staff in government agencies, even ordinary low-level officials do not have such a standard of living.

The spies at the monitoring point almost drooled when they heard it, and rushed to the lunch box immediately, so they didn't start fighting. Everyone knew that if it wasn't for the field work, how could they have such a good life.

"Meng Section Chief, do you want to give you a copy?"

The fat agent brought a lunch box and asked.

Meng Ting glanced inside and found that the braised pork was still stained with pig hair, and immediately lost interest. After staying outside for such a long time, he did not treat him badly, and the food and lodging were all at the highest level.

Pointing to the lunch box, he asked, "There are only a dozen or so people here. Why do you prepare so many? If the director sees it, it's time to teach you a lesson. It's understandable to make money, but the quantity shouldn't be that big."

"You really misunderstood, we will send these later"

The fat agent stopped suddenly after speaking halfway, and looked around cautiously. After finding that no one had noticed his actions just now, he immediately turned and left without stopping.

This scene confuses Meng Ting, isn't it just a dinner, why is it so mysterious, and the other party said where to send the lunch box, is there any other secret operation in the office?
But why didn't he, the head of the intelligence section, know that the chief was hiding something from him, which made Meng Ting feel a little uncomfortable, feeling that he was an outsider in the same place, without any sense of belonging.

After absentmindedly talking to his subordinates, Meng Ting turned around and went downstairs, but instead of going back to the secret service headquarters, he drove the car to a corner and waited for the food delivery agent to leave.

This kind of behavior is obviously a violation of operational discipline, but he has made up his mind that even if he is reprimanded by Director Xu, he must figure out what his subordinates are doing, otherwise he might as well leave.

After all, there is no boss who is ignorant of the behavior of his subordinates. As a detective in Shanghai, he is not down to the point of being a puppet.

After a while, the food delivery agent appeared downstairs, and then they drove in different directions on a bicycle. Meng Ting was dumbfounded, and this situation could not be tracked at all.

He patted the steering wheel violently, his face was uncertain, and finally he had no choice but to give up and leave. In a car not far away, Wu Chunyang showed doubts on his face, what Meng Ting was doing.

My own people stalking my own people?

MD, everywhere is neuropathy.

(End of this chapter)