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Chapter 607 Snake Nest
"Deputy Director, look quickly."

On the bustling streets of Istanbul, Gui Youguang shouted excitedly, pointing at three old men playing with strange musical instruments. The Turkish people passing by laughed at his unfamiliar appearance.

"Shut up, those are karonqin, oud and sheepskin frame drum, please read more fucking books, don't embarrass me." Zuo Zhong cursed through gritted teeth, wishing he could turn around and leave.

Since leaving the Antlepont in the morning, this guy has yelled at everything he sees. Even the mobile vendors selling black tea on the side of the road are surprised.

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Zuo Zhong snorted coldly, reached out from his Safari shirt and took out a piece of local map currency, and handed it to the smiling and nodding old man, no matter in dress or behavior, he looked like an ordinary tourist.

Not only him, but Mao Yike, Gui Youguang and the small spies patrolling nearby also changed into western adventurer costumes at this time, like a group of Chinese version of Dr. Indiana Jones.

Istanbul has a typical Mediterranean climate. It is hot and dry in summer and mild and rainy in winter. After winter, the temperature will rise in a short time. It is suitable to wear long-sleeved shirts.

"Let's go to the Snake's Nest Bar."

Zuo Chong supported the western cowboy hat on his head and got into the bustling crowd. Others protected Mao Yike and followed quickly, walking through the ancient streets full of exotic customs.

Everyone walked and admired the completely different scenery from that of the Republic of China, but they were not as excited as Gui Youguang. When encountering interesting things, they at most took a look at them, and their attention was still on the task.

When leaving a cruise ship and entering an unfamiliar area, the most important thing is to collect intelligence. In this kind of place where people are not familiar with the place and the language is not the same, collecting information must rely on the local station of the Secret Service.

Fortunately, Zuo Zhong has been paying close attention to the construction of foreign intelligence networks since Zuo Zhong became the intelligence chief. Istanbul, as the Eurasian intelligence center, is naturally the top priority.

The Snake Nest Bar is the agreed meeting place, which is also a communication place for many national spies. It is a normal operation to exchange information without involving one's own country.

"Speed ​​up and stay alert."

Zuo Zhong looked at his watch and reminded that there was still an hour and a half before the connection time. After this time, he could only wait for tomorrow, but the train departed in the afternoon, so it had to be connected as soon as possible.

The members of the Secret Service and Mao Yike quickened their pace, walked for a while and entered the residential area, the number of pedestrians gradually decreased, the buildings became dilapidated, and the beauty and magnificence of the urban area were no longer there.

It seems that we have come to the slums of the country. Like the slums of all countries, the roads here extend in all directions, the law and order are chaotic, and the robbers and thieves hide in the shadows and watch.

"Gui Youguang, lead people to explore the way."

Facing the complicated environment and terrain, Zuo Zhong felt a little uneasy, so he made a gesture to call the big bald head, and let the other party see if there was an ambush ahead, so as to prevent the Japanese intelligence personnel from sneaking up.

If he was a Japanese, he would most likely choose to fight in this kind of place, because it is convenient to retreat no matter whether the operation is successful or not. There are so many intersections that Turkish military and police personnel cannot block at all.

"Yes, Deputy Director."

Gui Youguang stopped smiling and ordered three special agents who were from the action team. They divided into two teams and searched vigilantly along both sides of the street, occasionally stopping in front of a dilapidated wooden door to look inside.

The rest of the people were roughly divided into two teams, one team was cut off and the other was in the middle, followed by twos and threes. The teams were separated by 30 meters to prevent everyone from being exposed to the shooting range at the same time.

Zuo Zhong put his hand in his trouser pocket and held the pistol tightly, thanking the Turkish customs agency for its corruption. As long as the banknotes are in place, all weapons and communication equipment will be released.

After advancing in this way for more than an hour, they moved from the vicinity of the port to the old city of Istanbul. After seeing more and more Turkish people wearing Fez hats, everyone relaxed.

".squeak"

Gui Youguang walked to the door of an unmarked shop according to the joint map, and pushed open the door hard. The door made a jerky sound, and a strong smell rushed towards him along the crack of the door.

I saw a faint oil lamp lit in the dark shop, coupled with the sealed windows and the smoke from many cigarettes, people couldn't figure out how many ghosts and ghosts were hiding inside.

He covered his mouth and nose and opened the door, and finally saw the furnishings in the house through the sunlight. There were more than a dozen round tables arranged around the bar, and behind the bar was an oil painting of poisonous snakes.

"Damn it, close the door."

"New boy, do you want to die?"

"This is not the place you should be."

The smokers and alcoholics sitting around the round table saw the sun as if they had seen poison, and they all yelled in English, French or other languages ​​at the top of their voices, and the scene was in chaos.

These people were not mouthy. While talking, several people pulled out their pistols and put them on the table. They looked at Gui Youguang at the door with provocative expressions, intending to shoot if there was any disagreement.

"Don't block the way, go in first."

Behind Gui Youguang, Zuo Zhong's deliberately hoarse voice sounded, and then he led five or six tall spies into the noisy Snake's Nest bar, and everyone who had just spoken shut up.

The people present were all experts. The group of people who came in had strong movements, thick hands and feet, and bright eyes. When they came to an unfamiliar environment, they would automatically occupy a favorable attack position. They were elite, standard elite.

When did so many good players come to Istanbul? It seems that the other party is from the East. Could it be the Japanese? No, the Japanese are not so tall. Everyone has their own guesses.

"Ha ha."

Zuo Zhong stood in the shadow and looked around, sneered, walked to a round table and sat down under the gaze of all the customers, and said a word to the man opposite.

"Know who I am."

"I know."

The man was a little restless when he asked, and replied in a low voice in Chinese: "You are Section Chief Zuo, ah no, Deputy Director Zuo, I met you when I was in Jinling, and I am honored to have listened to your teachings."

"Okay, I don't need to talk nonsense anymore. Can I find out if there are any suspicious people in Istanbul these two days, especially the Orientals." Zuo Zhong interrupted the other party impatiently.

The man thought for a while, and his tone was a little uncertain: "My informant has not received the wind, why don't you wait here, I will go out and make a few calls to ask, maybe there will be the latest information."

"Well, let's go."

Zuo Zhong didn't talk nonsense, he nodded to Gui Youguang, and asked him to follow the people in Istanbul to make a phone call. The sky is high and the emperor is far away, and no one knows whether the other party is trustworthy, so it's always right to be careful.

The man got up and walked out with a slight bow, which surprised many customers in the Snake's Nest Bar. They knew the origin of these people, and they turned out to be intelligence personnel from the Nationalist Government.

And the person sitting at the round table must be a high-level person. It's a bit interesting. Why did the Chinese send so many agents to Turkey? Are they passing by, or something happened here that I don't know.

"Cough cough."

It seemed that they had noticed the commotion in the crowd, and the vigilant agents raised their vigilance. One of them coughed lightly, and the bar suddenly became extremely quiet, and everyone present lowered their heads.

Although curious about the arrival of the Chinese, but life is important, God knows if the Chinese will kill for secrecy, the spies decisively chose Congxin and sat there motionless.

The wall clock on the wall ticked and ticked, and the time passed by every minute and every second. After more than an hour, the man who went out to make a phone call came back, and he ran to Zuo Chong's side and whispered in his ear.

"Deputy Director, according to the news an hour ago, thirteen Japanese-speaking people arrived in Istanbul by plane, and then found three taxis to go to the urban area, where they got off very close to the train station.

They all carry packages with them. They are not big enough to hold long guns and heavy firepower. At most, they are loaded with light weapons such as pistols, grenades, and submachine guns, but local acquisition cannot be ruled out.

The credibility of this news is very high. There is a taxi driver who knows my informant. Unless he does not want a wife and children, he will never dare to deceive me. Ask if he should bring him to you. "

"Very well, there is no need to bring someone here."

Zuo Zhong was not at all surprised by the arrival of the Japanese, and looked at the other party appreciatively after speaking: "You are able to establish an intelligence network in such a short time, you have merit, and I will personally ask for credit for you when I go back."

Immediately, without waiting for the man to speak any more, he stood up and left the Snake's Nest Bar, and after a few instructions at the door, he led his men towards the direction of Istanbul Railway Station.

Acting like this is indeed a bit of knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, and he is inclined to travel on the mountains. Before Gui Youguang, he monitored the men's phone calls, and he also knew the information that Japanese intelligence personnel were suspected to be haunting the train station.

Seeing that the danger was getting closer and closer, he finally couldn't help making a suggestion: "The enemy first destroyed the fresh water delivery system of the pier, and then sent people to intercept it, clearly intending to do it here.

Deputy director, why don't you think of a way to get on the next stop of the Orient Express and disrupt the other party's rhythm. One less truck is enough for us. You give me an hour, and I promise to bring the car back. "

"Don't be impatient, I understand what you said, but how do you know that there are no traps waiting for us outside the city, and there are at least the army and police of the country in the city to restrain us, and we can only be slaughtered when we leave the city."

Zuo Zhong walked unhurriedly on the road, pointing his chin at the patrolling policeman: "Did you see, the rifles carried by these policemen, if the Japanese don't want to be beaten into a sieve, they must fight quickly.

Besides, the longer the delay, the fiercer the opponent's firepower will be. Don't forget, you can buy any kind of weapon here if you have money, and our chances of winning will be even greater before they get a firm foothold to exchange fire. "

Gui Youguang scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed, just about to raise his head to say something, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a woman wearing a veil and a turban① throwing an MP18 submachine gun from under her robe.

"Lie down!"

He yelled loudly at the first moment, pushed the left weight to the ground, and rolled to the bottom of the car parked on the side of the road. The little spy next to him also reacted quickly, dragging Mao Yike into the store.

The rest of the personnel without protection tasks jumped to the nearest bunker, drawing and loading their guns in one go, but their eyes searched for and screened out the enemy in the crowd, and they behaved extremely professionally.

"Da da da"

"bang bang bang"

The moment Zuo Zhong fell to the ground, fierce gunshots rang out on the streets of Istanbul. Countless bullets clanged and landed on the car body, piercing through the thin iron sheet and punching the wall full of holes.

Fortunately, Gui Youguang reminded them in time, otherwise there would definitely be casualties today. The secret service personnel calmly fired after being relieved, but unfortunately the opponent took the initiative and the effect of the counterattack was not very good.

The gunshots rang out quickly and ended quickly. Seeing that the enemy had not gained much after a round, they turned around and ran away without hesitation. Their actions were very decisive, and they were by no means ordinary gangsters who could be hired with money.

"Stop chasing! The police are here! Go!"

Once again, Zuo Zhong, who was hiding under the car, saw that his subordinates wanted to pursue him, so he immediately gave a low drink and got up with Gui Youguang as if nothing had happened, striding towards the entrance of the train station.

The spies didn't bother to fight when they heard the order. They put their weapons in their arms one by one, lowered their bodies and blended into the chaotic crowd, with a standard panic expression on their faces, and soon disappeared.

"Woooooo~~~"

Ten minutes later, a steam train with white smoke came into the platform, with "Orient Express" written in French on the shiny outer shell, Zuo Zhong and others calmly prepared to board the train after signing the tickets.

　①Although the Kemal reform does not allow wearing fez hats, veils and turbans on non-religious (non-typo) occasions, long-term habits and low law enforcement have made the law a dead letter, even if it is like Istanbul, as long as you do not go to important institutions Going around, no one will care, after all, during the Ottoman period, hats were an important tool to distinguish beliefs, occupations and social status.

　　
　
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