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Chapter 483 The future is limitless (Happy New Year to all book friends)
It gets dark very early in Jinling in winter. It is not yet six o’clock, and the Taikoo Stadium is completely dark. Naturally, there will be no extravagant illuminated stadiums in this era, and those who come to play football will leave long ago.

Even the Chinese employees in the stadium went home early, leaving only a middle-aged white man in a suit standing at the door, pacing back and forth, looking anxiously at his watch and the road in the distance from time to time.

Just when this person was burning with anxiety, two "domestic" trucks assembled in the Republic of China appeared with black smoke, rumbled to the gate of the stadium and stopped, and then a person jumped out of the car.

The middle-aged white man immediately went up to greet him, complaining in a low voice: "Dear Mr. Danny Qin, how did you get here? I even thought you were caught by the Chinese. Is everything okay?"

Danny Qin's forehead jumped, and he replied with a dark face: "Our partner bought two classic cars, and they broke down a few times on the road, what the hell, we were almost discovered by the police.

Okay, can we go in? Although there are very few pedestrians here, we still have to be cautious. I always feel something is wrong on the way here. I hope this is just my illusion. "

The middle-aged white man shrugged his shoulders: "There is no one in the stadium, and it will not even be open to the public for the next seven days. You can act with confidence, the scenery here is good, and Mr. Qin can walk around at will.

By the way, the wine cellar has some of my private wine collection, which can be regarded as a gift from me to the warriors of the empire. Well, if there is nothing else, I'm afraid I have to leave first, and the reception will not wait for anyone. "

Danny Qin took a deep breath, this group of ghosts is really a headache, isn't a secret operation more important than a reception, but what can I do, the other party is a real British.

He squeezed out a smile and said politely: "Thank you for your generosity, I wish you a pleasant evening, a gentleman like you must be very popular with the ladies, then goodbye, sir."

"Haha, thank you, goodbye."

The middle-aged man drove away in the car after finishing speaking. A group of mercenaries was not worth his time. God knows why those officials in Hong Kong City would award a Chinese with the rank of sergeant.

Danny Qin looked at the car going away, and shouted at the men on the truck with an ugly face: "Get out of the car, leave two people with protective equipment, and the rest will follow me to check the nearby terrain, and take your weapons."

"Yes, Sergeant."

The members of the Chinese detachment promised in unison and began to check the weapons in their hands. Because they were operating in the suburbs of Jinling, they were not arrogant enough to use Thomson, and only carried a portable revolver.

For incomprehensible reasons, the British love revolvers deeply. Even if the only use of this thing in war is suicide, it cannot make them give up this slow-firing weapon.

As an experienced professional soldier, Qin Danny had already studied the map before the transfer. He divided the personnel into four groups and went to other directions, while he led the people to the small hill.

In military operations, the high ground is the key to deciding who wins or loses. Even if he doesn't think that people from Secret Service Headquarters will set up machine guns on it, he must go and see it with his own eyes, otherwise he can't rest assured.

He put the Webley revolver in his pocket, led two of his men across the potholed mud, and spent 2 minutes climbing up the hill, but found nothing but black bushes.

Danny Qin looked troubled. He was fighting in the jungles of South Asia. He could rely on the disturbance traces of the humus layer to judge whether someone had walked by, but the soil here was blown by the cold wind and was harder than steel.

How to check this, since they can't use flashlights now, it seems that they can only come over during the day to take a look. Fortunately, this hill is not big, and it won't take long to check it.

Having made up his mind, he patted the shoulders of two of his subordinates, and the three of them bent down to cover each other in battle formation and walked down the mountain without making any extra noise whether they were going up or down.

Half an hour later, a small hole suddenly appeared on a bush, and then a pair of bright eyes scanned the surroundings, and finally the bush moved and returned to its original state again.

"How about it, Chief."

"gone."

"It's dangerous."

"Yes."

Zuo Zhong and Wu Chunyang huddled in a small hole and chatted in low voices. Both of them felt a little lucky. If the target had come an hour earlier, they would have just seen them digging the hole with their men.

Such an action would be exposed. With such a big pit, they can't explain to each other that they are digging a trap. This small hill can't even see a rabbit, and a fool would not believe it.

Wu Chunyang looked a little heavy: "These people are definitely masters. I didn't hear the sound until I walked to the side of the bunker. They should be wearing soft-soled shoes. They are good at mountain marching, otherwise they wouldn't be so quiet,"

"There are two other points. They are well-nourished and have no night blindness, and they are used to carrying out covert operations in densely vegetated areas. I didn't hear any sound of branches breaking. They really have a way."

Zuo Zhong added a sentence, and then took out the leaves in the collar and threw them aside: "The target has often fought in mountains and forests. There are many troops that meet these two conditions. What do you think?"

Wu Chunyang was lost in thought, and quickly went through all the forces in his mind, warlords, neighboring countries, and Jianghu gangs. In the end, he still felt that the team from Min Province was the most suspicious.

Combining the intelligence of these days, he slowly said: "Section Chief, you are right, there are many troops who are good at fighting in mountains and forests at the same time, but we can use intelligence to analyze and eliminate them one by one.

First of all, it is necessary to say that they were sent by the British. It is our secret service to eliminate Saludhoon and the MI[-] mole. What are these people doing with Secret Service Headquarters? This is logically unreasonable.

Also, the place where the mass executions are executed is top secret at Secret Service Headquarters, and obtaining such information requires taking a high risk. Their purpose is clearly very clear, and they will do whatever it takes.

On the day of the execution, only the prisoners of the underground party and one of the staff were present. If it was an assassination of one of the staff, these people could act anywhere. Why did they do it in a heavily guarded execution ground.

There is only one answer. Their goal is the underground party prisoners. For this reason, they bribed the British and used the privilege of exempting British ships from inspection to sneak into Jinling and hide in the warehouse of Swire Pacific.

And the troops in Min province were originally stationed in the mountainous area. During the Northern Expedition, they showed extremely strong combat effectiveness. They were known as the Chinese Iron Army. If the mysterious man was one of them, I would never be surprised.

At the same time, as you said before, Section Chief, many people from the other party fled to Guangdong Province, which is also in line with our judgment on the mysterious person through eating habits. The combination of the two is the underground party. "

Good guy.

Zuo Zhong was dumbfounded. Hearing what this kid said, he felt that Meng Ting was an underground party. What is this? Should a mature subordinate learn to enter the pit by himself? No, he has to wait a while longer.

He pretended to think for a while, and asked two questions: "There is some truth in what you said, but the two questions cannot be explained. After all, it is related to the follow-up direction of the case, so we must be cautious."

"Section Chief, tell me."

Wu Chunyang quickly replied that it is a good thing to be picked on. Learning from an intelligence expert like the section chief is something that many people dream of.

"Well, the first thing is that when the mysterious person came to Jinling, the Secret Service Headquarters did not decide to execute the underground party prisoners collectively. They can't predict the foresight. How do you explain this?"

Speaking of this, Zuo Zhong changed his posture, tapped his sore thigh, and continued: "Second thing, the underground party is very poor. This is in contradiction with the fact that the mysterious person has sufficient nutrition and no night blindness."

He really wanted Wu Chunyang to regard Meng Ting and the Chinese detachment as an underground party, but he couldn't act too hastily. The premise for a lie repeated a thousand times to become a fact is that its own logic can be self-consistent.

Moreover, what others tell you and what you think about yourself are completely different experiences after all. If you want Wu Chunyang to be convinced that the mysterious person is an underground party, you must let this guy continue to make up his mind.

Over there, Wu Chunyang heard these two questions and gave the answer after careful consideration.

"Section Chief, the underground party may have come to Jinling to wait for an opportunity and did not have a specific mission. After contacting Meng Ting, they received news of the centralized execution and decided to carry out an armed rescue.

As for the problem of nutrition, it is easy to explain. This group of people are all elite soldiers, and they are not small. It is not difficult to make money. Big businessmen in the south like to hire guards, and they are paid very well. "

After he finished speaking, he asked nervously: "Section chief, this is my opinion. I don't know if you agree or not. I'd better go down tomorrow and ask about it. Sending a few more people should be no problem."

Zuo Zhong was happy, that's it, now the last two loopholes have been patched, when the mission record will write the final judgment made by Wu Chunyang, what's the matter with the party and state leader Zuo Section Chief.

Letting the other party take the blame this time is just to be on the safe side. It is normal for problems to be detected in the case. Shangfeng knows that at most he will reprimand him. With his own care, the other party's future promotion will not be affected.

So he smiled lightly, and said in a comforting tone: "Chunyang, you performed well today, and if you continue to develop like this, your future will definitely be great.

Forget about scratching your tongue. I believe your judgment about them. The underground party is very vigilant. There are only 14 people in total, and one less is very conspicuous.

Take the time to rest. Someone will replace us in the second half of the night. I guess a plan will start soon. After all, Xu Enzeng is already impatient. "

"Yes, thank you section chief for your compliment."

Wu Chunyang heaved a sigh of relief, feeling elated in his heart, the section chief really thinks highly of himself, entrusting such an important task to himself, he must perform well this time, and not embarrass the section chief.

Besides, Danny Qin and others returned to the clubhouse and immediately prepared equipment in the wine cellar. Thomson, Lee Enfield, smoke bombs, and Mills grenades, these people were already armed to the teeth.

Because they are not fighting within the British sphere of influence, weapons such as revolvers can still be carried with them, and submachine guns and rifles can only be disassembled and packed in bags. What they have to do now is to assemble them.

(End of this chapter)