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Chapter 470

Back in time before the Jinling Evening News article was published, the afternoon sun shone warmly on people's bodies, and in the conference room of the Construction Committee, the secret agents of the Secret Service Headquarters were drowsy.

Of the dozen or so people, only one newcomer stood at the window and watched the mansion, and the rest of them either lay down on the table or leaned against the wall and dozed off, not worried about what would happen to the target at all.

After being monitored for so long, they have long been accustomed to this kind of work that follows the other party's material procurement personnel around the city every day. If something goes wrong, how is it possible? It is completely impossible.

However, the spy in charge of leading the team did not sleep, and chatted with a middle-aged spy with a cigarette in his mouth. The two talked about how Meng Ting asked them to go to the Central Hospital to find a monitoring point a few days ago.

"Boss, if Section Chief Meng finds out that you didn't carry out the order, I'm afraid you will cause trouble, or you should discuss it with the hospital and ask those dentists to vacate their offices so as not to be criticized."

The middle-aged spy kindly reminded that when working in an agency, you can do what you want and do what you want, but you can’t openly oppose the chief, or you will be unlucky no matter how hard the background is. This is a rule that must be followed.

The spy who led the team sneered: "He's an ass section chief, it wasn't the chief who transferred him from the Shanghai Police Department, he's just a stinky patrol, and he forgot how much he weighed when he was a bit famous.

Besides, what kind of place do you think the Central Hospital is? You can act wild if you want to. The patients of those dentists are all senior officials of the state government. If you say a word casually, we will be in trouble.

So, just follow the director's order and keep an eye on the underground party here, why bother yourself, and accidentally run into some important person, do you think the surnamed Meng and even the director will stand up for you? "

He lowered his voice and said his thoughts. Ordinarily, this kind of criticism of the chief executive should never be said, but who made the other party's brother-in-law a staff member of the chairman's attendant room?

Besides, talking about the chief can quickly draw in the relationship between people, the premise is to grasp the propriety, Meng Ting, an empty section chief who does not have any real power in his hands, is the best target.

Sure enough, the middle-aged spy nodded: "That's right, our Chief Xu is not a person who is willing to take responsibility, let's talk about the matter of Section Chief Liu Gui Liu, which of our brothers is not disappointed.

It is said that Smiling Tiger is vicious. I think he has done a good job in this regard. Business affairs are business affairs and private affairs are private affairs. If he hadn't paid for the cemetery, Lao Liu would not even be able to bury himself in peace. "

The two of them looked at each other helplessly at this point, one has been reduced to this point, everyone knows exactly where the problem is, everyone knows it well, and pretends not to see it.

They were discussing here, and the newcomer at the window carefully observed the mansion with a telescope, not daring to slack off for a moment, for fear that due to his own negligence, the underground party members would escape.

During the training, the instructor said that when this happens, all the officers on duty have to go to the prison to get together. He paid a lot of money to enter the Secret Service Headquarters, not for the purpose of going to prison.

"Picking cotton."

"Old cotton for new cotton."

At this time, there was the sound of cotton plucking in the residential area. A newcomer heard the sound and looked, and saw two young people, a man and a woman, driving a carriage slowly approaching. It was the man who shouted earlier.

The accent of this person does not seem to be local, which is very common in Jinling in the early winter, when many northern merchants will go to the streets to do some small business, mostly playing cotton and selling fur goods.

When the other party walked to the side of the official residence, the underground party material procurement personnel who had been under surveillance by the Secret Service Headquarters suddenly walked out of the main room, walked quickly to the gate, opened the courtyard gate, and shouted loudly.

"Master, wait a moment."

"Appreciate~"

Hearing someone yell to stop, the young man hastily pulled the reins to stop the carriage, jumped off the carriage and walked towards the mansion. He looked like a seasoned businessman who was used to business.

A newcomer was shocked when he saw this, and immediately turned back to report: "Report to the officer, we found out the situation. Two cotton players came. It seems that the target wants to contact them. Do you need to send someone to look at it?"

"What? Don't go to sleep!"

The leading spy let out a low cry, and ran to the window a few steps, grabbed the binoculars in the hands of the newcomer and looked at them, and soon saw the three people talking beside the carriage. Could it be that they were talking?

He pondered for a while and decided to continue to observe. The director repeatedly told him not to startle the enemy, not to seek merit but to be infallible. The underground party may not be caught, but they cannot run away because of their mistakes.

That's head-scratching.

And these two people should be fine. Picking cotton is a physical labor, and one person can't do it at the same time. It's normal for young couples to come out to make a living together. This kind of combination can be seen everywhere in Jinling City.

At the same time, how many people can be carried in a carriage, and I and others are not blind, it is impossible for the underground party in the mansion to escape through this method, and they cannot rely on reconnaissance unless it is absolutely necessary.

After he figured it out, he waved his hand and made a small joke: "Keep resting, those underground gangsters may want to play cotton, that's right, they will come to the prison in the future, and it will be comfortable to cover them."

The spies smiled after listening, put the guns in their hands aside, and sat back in their seats, but they couldn't sleep after being frightened, so they chatted in twos and threes.

Those who were playing cotton outside drove the carriage to the gate of the official residence, built a simple small bamboo shed, and took tools from the cart, while the underground party material purchasers took out several quilts from the house.

Seeing that the business was coming, the woman in the young couple skillfully removed the old yarn on the surface of the quilt core and tore up the cotton wool. Then the man struck the bowstring with a mallet, and the bowstring went up and down, vibrating the cotton wool evenly.

"duang~duang~"

There was a crisp sound of plucking cotton, and not long after, several housewives came to watch the fun. After observing for a while, someone immediately brought a quilt from home and handed it to the other party.

Seeing this scene, the leading spy was completely relieved. It took two or three years to master this skill. Not everyone can do it, and pretending can't fool those shrewd women.

He looked in the direction of the mansion again. After the underground party procurement personnel sent out the quilt, they returned to the house. As usual, the doors and windows were closed, and it was impossible to see what was going on inside.

Just in case, he didn't hand over the task of monitoring to the newcomer, but stood in front of the window himself, and he could be the person in charge of a monitoring point, so he still had a basic sense of vigilance.

After two or three hours like this, the sky gradually darkened and the wind became stronger. Under such circumstances, cotton could no longer be played. The first thing to do in this business is to be afraid of fire, and the second is to be afraid of wind.

So the young couple started to pack their tools. Naturally, the quilts that had been played and those that were not played had to be returned to the guests first, and they would be collected tomorrow. Residents waiting by the side took away their quilts one after another.

After sending everyone away, the man and woman knocked on the door of the mansion in the twilight, and then someone walked out from the main room and opened the courtyard door, only vague figures could be seen in the dim light.

One of the leading agents suddenly raised his vigilance, stared at the target and chatted with the cotton player, and then returned to the house with a few quilts, probably to get money.

This was expected. As the base of the intelligence agency, the underground party could not allow strangers to enter the yard. Doing so would be too risky, and asking the other party to wait outside was the best way to deal.

After a few more minutes, the sun finally went down completely, and the darkest time of the day arrived. Under such bright conditions, it was already impossible to see the mansion tens of meters away with the naked eye.

The leading agent rubbed his eyes, hesitating whether to approach for reconnaissance. After all, an unknown person appeared. The next second, he heard the sound of closing the door in the distance, and then the lights of the mansion came on.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, everything seemed to be normal, and then looked outside through the light in the house, the two cotton pickers calmly cleaned up the waste cotton on the ground, and then drove away in the carriage.

The newcomer on the side asked: "Sir, the other party might be an underground party. Do you want to send someone to follow them? The carriage can't go very fast, and you can follow them with a bicycle. Let's see where they go."

"Need not."

The leading spy glanced at him, and said meaningfully: "I know you are eager to make contributions, but what you fight with the underground party is patience, how do you know that this is not a trap set by the other party for us.

Once you let the other party know that someone is following you, they will run away without a trace. At that time, you will bear the responsibility, or I will bear it. Young people, you must learn to think with your head. "

The rookie's face turned red when he was told that, for fear of offending his boss, he stood there obediently and stopped talking. The others laughed and wanted to make a contribution. I understand, they also came from the rookie.

But you can't let so many people accompany you to take risks, not relatives, no one wants to bet on their future, how comfortable it is to stay and wait at the surveillance point, and it has nothing to do with you if something happens.

"Bang!"

But before they could relax for too long, a loud noise broke the calm, and the door of a surveillance point was kicked open. The secret agent in the house reacted very quickly, and immediately turned off the lights and hid behind the table.

It has to be said that after long-term training and actual combat, the personnel in the first division are still very capable of saving their lives. This set of movements is smooth and smooth, and it can almost catch up with the average level of newcomers in the intelligence department.

Soon, a figure came in with his hands on his hips and shouted: "People, are they all dead? Is there anything wrong with the mansion? Immediately act and start arresting people. Anyone who makes a mistake will be severely punished."

While the visitor was talking, someone turned on the light in the room, and the bright light illuminated Xu Enzeng's dark face. Behind him stood the officers at all levels of the Secret Service Headquarters, and their expressions were also not very good.

It turned out to be the director.

The leading spy had half of his leg hanging outside the window. Seeing that it was Xu Enzeng kicking the door, not an underground party who came to avenge him, his body softened and he fell directly to the ground, almost crying out loud.

People are scary and scary to death.

He leaned against the wall and replied tremblingly: "Report to the section chief, there is nothing abnormal in the mansion. The other party's material procurement personnel did not go out today. He is in the room right now. The lights were turned on a few minutes ago."

　Originally, I wanted to post the video of the song about bouncing cotton, but it never passed the review, so forget it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)