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Chapter 539 Beautiful Days Are Ahead

No. 73, Fuxiangli, Sima Road, in the public concession, was originally a three-story residential building, but it was bought and converted into a hotel. It specializes in business for businessmen who come to Shanghai from other places, and it is quite famous in the vicinity.

Early this morning, two waitresses cleaned up the room of the check-out guest, sat behind the registration desk on the first floor, ate melon seeds, and talked about the gossip about a guest who brought a strange woman into the room.

"Excuse me, please get a room on the first floor."

Just as he was talking, a middle-aged man in a dark gray serge gown and a black felt hat walked in a hurry from outside the door. The man came in and spoke Shanghai dialect with a foreign accent.

The waiter sees a lot of this kind of customers, businessmen who have traveled far and wide, they have not spent as long in their hometown as they have stayed in Shanghai, and many things have changed, but the local accent is difficult to change.

The only strange thing was that this person didn't carry any luggage, not even the utensils for daily washing, and the hotel only provided hot water. How could he stay like this, but it had nothing to do with them.

Make money, what do you care about so much.

One of the waiters randomly picked a bunch of keys from the wall full of keys and threw them over: "Room 107, single room is [-] cents per day, sir, first give me one yuan, and I will get it back for you when I check out tomorrow.

We can also order food here. The Huaiyang restaurant next door does not close the stove before [-]:[-] p.m. "

Pointing to the registration book on the counter: "According to the regulations of the concession and the government, everyone must register their identity before moving in, so as to prevent bad people from mixing into the city, and they can be traced in case of accidents."

After finishing speaking, she sat back and continued to participate in a new round of chatting. She had no intention of checking the documents or filling them out for her. They were not police officers, and they said that sentence was purely for tasks.

You can't stop people from staying because you don't register. The hotel doesn't care who comes to stay, even if it's a bandit in the mountains or a water thief in the lake, as long as you pay enough for the room, it's a guest.

The middle-aged man didn't communicate too much with the waiter. He lowered his head and registered his identity as quickly as possible, then threw out a piece of ocean, picked up the key and walked down the aisle to the guest room area.

Seeing the other party leaving, the waiter glanced at the contents of the register. His name was Gong Zizai, he was 34 years old, his native place was Northeast China, and his hometown was Jinling.

The compilation is not far off the mark. In the past, there were old men with white beards who wrote the information as young girls, or teenage children who were born in Guangxu years, which was troublesome for the police to see.

The waiter forgot about it after reading it. There are so many customers coming and going every day, there is no need to care about a stranger who has never met before, but it will not take long for her to regret thinking so.

"101, 105107."

Lao Gong counted the room number and walked to the guest room. Instead of going in immediately, he pressed his feet and listened to the opposite door and the next door. After a few minutes, he confirmed that there was no one inside, so he opened the door with the key.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, a wooden bed with a few quilts, a washbasin stand, and two hot water bottles. The sunny window faces the main road outside, with a sweeping view.

After turning around, he showed a satisfied smile. The geographical location of this place is good. Anyone approaching can clearly see it. If he encounters danger, he can just break out of the window and escape to other places.

Prosperity and wealth are important.

Life is more important.

Lao Gong half-opened the window, lit a cigarette in front of the window, and smoked it while standing there without making any unnecessary movements, then put out the cigarette butt, and closed the window smoothly.

If you want to survive, you need to use your brain more. That Chief Xu just wants to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight. No one will care about the life and death of a traitor until he has locked in the important figures of the Shanghai Central Bureau.

Therefore, the people in Secret Service Headquarters will definitely hide in the distance. The action just now is enough for the other party to confirm their own room. When the time comes, the support will arrive a second earlier, which may be the difference between life and death.

"In the morning, the widow stays awake at night, half of the embroidered pillow and brocade quilt are idle~"

Lao Gong was lying on his back on the bed, humming Kanto Luozi indistinctly, his mind was full of life in the future, and he didn't sleep all night, so he fell asleep unknowingly.

He slept comfortably, and the llamas in the peripheral surveillance were too busy. After all, this place is not under the direct jurisdiction of the government, and many things are more troublesome to do. For example, it is difficult to establish a surveillance point.

If you want to borrow a house in the concession, any documents are not as useful as banknotes. In this way, it depends on the mood of the landlord.

In order to find a suitable spot around the Baoji Hotel, he worked hard, and finally took away a family in a panic, and quickly set up telephone lines and observation equipment.

"Come and observe the intersection."

"You lead someone to watch the back door."

Among the chaotic monitoring points, Luoma assigned tasks gesticulating, trying not to miss a single detail. Xu Enzeng, who was watching from the side, nodded again and again. This is how meticulous work is.

Seeing that her boss was in a good mood, Shi Zhenmei took the opportunity to report: "Report, according to your order, I have told everyone not to act rashly no matter what happens, and to keep an eye on suspicious persons."

"Well, keep this in mind. Before you find the eyeliner, you must not arrest people on the territory of the concession. The ghost knows how many underground party members there are in the patrol room, the Ministry of Industry Bureau, and the board of directors."

Xu Enzeng continued with his hands behind his back: "In addition, you also heard the recording. The dissident on the phone said that a big man wants to meet Gong Zizai, and he should try to follow him to find the agency station.

As a result, the relevant suspects were fixed, and when they left the concession to look for opportunities to arrest them, those who could persuade them to surrender would develop into insider cells, and as the second phase of the White Blood Cell Project, those who did not want to surrender would be executed. "

Under the successive blows, he had given up his plan to do his best in one battle, and decided to start with the clues given by Gong Zizai, and dig, investigate, and destroy the underground party's intelligence network step by step.

After all, Xu Enzeng was a talented student who had studied abroad, so he couldn't always remember to eat but not to play. He was just dizzy before, and he would regain his sanity, so he would naturally know what to do to benefit the task.

Thank goodness, God bless.

Shi Zhenmei wished she could kneel down and kowtow to the gods and Buddhas all over the sky. The chief of her family finally figured it out, that's good, otherwise the people below would be at a loss if there was no clear attitude from above.

You have your plan, I have my preparation, and in the end, they will go their own way. After fighting with the underground party for so many years, he knows very well that unity of thought is the guarantee of combat effectiveness.

Thinking of this, Shi Zhenmei said sincerely for the first time: "High, it is really high, avoiding the constraints of the concession, the success rate of the operation has increased a bit, Director, you are really clever."

"Haha, it's over, it's over."

Xu Enzeng smiled and waved his hands: "Zhenmei, why don't you give me ecstasy soup, let's go and see what Gong Zizai is doing together, why there is no movement for so long."

"Yes, Director."

Hearing this, Shi Zhenmei took half a step back and bent slightly, showing extreme respect, as long as she can keep the other party steady and get through this time safely, let alone some flattering, even if he is a grandson.

After he finished speaking, he followed Xu Enzeng to the monitoring port and observed the Baoji Hotel in the distance. From morning till dark, when the spies started to worry, the windows opened again.

Lao Gong smoked a cigarette at the window again, and reported to the Secret Service Headquarters that he was safe. At the same time, he felt a little nervous. He didn't expect to sleep until the afternoon, and the superior who said he had a good meeting still didn't come.

Did you find yourself a traitor and stop coming?

Or is someone secretly observing in the dark?
He thought about it for a while and felt that the first possibility was unlikely. If the underground party found out about this, they would meet with them as quickly as possible, with the purpose of killing people to silence them.

The identity of the policeman is very important. He is familiar with the appearance of many upper and lower-level personnel, and he knows the dead mailbox and emergency contact channels. If this information falls into the hands of the Guo Party, it will be very dangerous.

That's the second point. When the early warning failed and important personnel were arrested, the other party must have doubts. Long-term investigation is the usual method of screening. It seems that I am safe for the time being.

"Gulu~gulu."

Lao Gong confirmed the situation, his tense nerves relaxed, and his stomach growled twice. Only then did he realize that he hadn't eaten for a day, so he opened the door and walked to the counter and said to the waiter.

"Please order me a bowl of noodles."

After ordering, he immediately went back to his room. The lobby was located in the middle of the hotel, out of sight of the Secret Service Headquarters. Once he was entangled by the underground party, it would be a real mess every day.

The two waiters who were reading the pictorial rolled their eyes and pushed each other for a long time. Finally, one of them went to the restaurant to buy noodles and brought them to room 107. Just as he came out and sat down, three strangers suddenly came.

"Hi, I'm from Jinling. I want to inquire if there is Mr. Gong who is also from Jinling staying in your hotel today. I'm his distant relative and I came here to pick him up."

The waiter was about to let the person register as required, and the bearded man who was the leader of the other party was the first to ask, with a faint smile on his face as he spoke, looking very friendly.

"Oh, he lives in 107."

Finding relatives is very normal in the hotel. It can be said that we can meet them every day. The unaware waiter immediately gave an affirmative answer. After all, she just sent face to Gong Zizai's guest.

Kouzihu got the specific room number, and winked at the two people behind him, one who was younger stayed in the hall, and the other followed him straight to room 107.

The two waiters felt that something was wrong. They got up and wanted to ask what was going on, but they sat back with their hands raised in the next second. Facing the black hole of the gun, a smart person would choose this way.

"Dum, thump, thump, thump."

And Kouzihu came outside the room, raised his hand and knocked on the room rhythmically, then pulled out the pistols from his waist with his companion, leaned against the wall in a fighting posture, and listened to the movement with full attention.

The old Gong in the house was overjoyed. The superior came, and the beautiful days were just around the corner. He quickly suppressed his excitement and straightened his clothes. He pretended to be calm and walked slowly to the door and opened it.

"On the way"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The moment he opened the door, the two men outside the door raised their guns, fired four shots in a row with no expression on their faces, then turned around and walked away without any hesitation. Only then did the traitor's body fall heavily.

(End of this chapter)