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Old Zhang sat there quietly alone, occasionally glancing at the Qingyuan Hotel opposite.

However, the hotel opposite has been surrounded by Japanese military police, and people are not allowed to enter or leave easily. Except for the Japanese senior executives who have booked the entire hotel, no other guests can enter the hotel.

Unfortunately, Lao Zhang has been in Shanghai for five or six days, but today is his first time here. For the past five or six days, he has been stuck in Lao Zhou's house and unable to leave the street.

Old Zhang, who had been bored for a long time, arrived here as soon as the checkpoint was lifted.

"Hello, guest. This is the tea you ordered!"

At this time, a middle-aged man came in with a pot of tea and two cups, and placed the tea in front of Lao Zhang very politely.

"Thank you!"

When Old Zhang heard this, he turned around and looked at the middle-aged man opposite him. His expression changed slightly, but he immediately suppressed the throbbing in his heart.

"Sir, the tea you mix is ​​not very tasty. The best tea combination is two qian of Mao Jian, one qian of Yin Zhen, and one qian of Mao Feng. It may taste better."

"No, boss, you are wrong. It is not like that. Tieguanyin is two cents, Longjing is one cent, and Biluochun is one cent. The combination is the best!"

"Haha, hello, Lao Zhang!"

"Hello, Old Xie. I never thought you'd come to Shanghai. It was beyond my expectation. And you're the shopkeeper here. You've made a fortune."

"Get lost! You thought you were going to make a fortune, but now you're losing everything!"

"Let's go to my office in the back room to talk. After all, there are too many people here. Besides, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Don't leave tonight. Have a good meal at my place."

Old Xie pulled Old Zhang and said with a smile, "We two old brothers haven't seen each other for a long time. We must not go home until we are drunk tonight."

"Okay, but this pot of wine hasn't been drunk yet, so it can't be wasted."

"Get lost! I knew you were coming. You're the only one who would drink this kind of tea. It's really unpalatable. This is just ordinary tea. You don't really think it's a tea. That's a waste of my tea!"

"Ah, so you still remember my interests!"

When Lao Zhang heard this, he also laughed, and then followed Lao Xie to the accommodation in the back.

Soon, the two arrived at the residence in the back, holding a pot of tea in their hands, which was the same pot of tea as before.

Although it is called a big tea, in fact, Lao Xie still matches the tea according to the requirements. After all, he cannot be sure that the other party is him.

There are only two rooms, one is the living room and the other is the bedroom.

Outside, Lao Xie took out two cups, and Lao Zhang poured tea for them and then sat down.

"Old Xie, I never thought it was you, it's you. It's been almost ten years since we last met, right?"

"It's been almost ten years. We were classmates in Nanjing. I never thought that we would be separated for almost ten years. Time flies!"

"Ok!"

"By the way, Lao Xie, have you received the notice as well?"

"Yes, I received the notice! My teahouse happens to be right here, so it's a pleasant surprise!"

"How's that Sakamoto doing? Is there any travel pattern?"

"I noticed this. The security at the Qingyuan Restaurant across the street is very strict. I couldn't get in at all. I even went to the kitchen and waiters inside, but found that all the staff were replaced by Japanese. I couldn't get any information at all."

"Not only that, this hotel has relatively many rooms, four floors and about a hundred rooms. We are not sure which room the enemy is staying in." "Also, Sakamoto and his team traveled in at least two cars and a truckload of Japanese soldiers as escorts. The protection was quite strict. We also planned to see if we could carry out assassinations outside. In the end, we were powerless. We didn't even know which car the enemy was in."

"And in the truck behind him, there was a squad of 50 Japanese soldiers. If there was any unusual movement, this squad of Japanese soldiers would get out. Plus the car in front, there were at least four spies. Plus the ones behind, it would be very difficult to assassinate him."

Old Xie dipped his hand in the tea and began to draw a simple map on the table.

"After a few days of observation, I found that Sakamoto went out every day, and basically left early and came back late. As for where he went, we haven't found out in the past few days. The most important thing is that his whereabouts are quite mysterious."

"Lao Zhang, you came here this time, aren't you targeting this Sakamoto?"

Old Xie looked at Old Zhang and asked seriously.

"Old Xie, since you have guessed it, I will not say much. This is a death order from our superiors. Sakamoto is a Japanese biological expert and a virus expert. We also occasionally heard this news from the Japanese. They want to eliminate Sakamoto in Shanghai."

"If he is allowed to gain a foothold in Shanghai, the consequences will be very serious. After all, I suspect that the virus outside the city was caused by Sakamoto's experiment. Just think about it, if he can do this to the Japanese, what about the Chinese?"

"In addition, I suspect that the virus in the military camp outside the city was leaked unintentionally, leading to such a consequence. If this experiment succeeds, how many Chinese people will die? It's terrible, too terrible."

Lao Zhang has been listening to the radio every day these days. The radio in Chongqing has been broadcasting various contents, accusing the Japanese of having no bottom line and violating international virus research.

He only found out about it in the past two days. Although he didn't find out, and Lao Zhou and the others didn't find out either, it was broadcast on the radio, so it usually can't be false.

"Old Xie, did you receive the broadcast as well?"

"The radio has already received it, and many newspapers have reported it. It's hard not to know!"

When Old Xie heard this, he also smiled faintly.

"By the way, Lao Zhang, you seem to be five days late. Did you run into trouble on the way this time?"

"No, it was after I arrived in Shanghai that I realized I lived in the west of the city, but the city was blocked off and I was locked there for five consecutive days. I didn't even dare to walk on the street. Sigh!"

"You live in the west of the city, shouldn't you come to my place? Why did you go to the west of the city? You should know that you shouldn't go to the west of the city!"

Old Xie's brows slightly frowned, and his eyes were no longer as friendly as before.

After all, in their line of work, one careless mistake could easily lead to irreparable losses, and Lao Zhang's behavior was clearly a bit too much.

"Old Xie, you won't doubt me, right?"

When Lao Zhang heard this, he was suddenly shocked. After all, he had really been at Lao Zhou's place for five days, which directly delayed him for five days. It was his mistake.

I was only going to be there for one night, but ended up staying there for five days.

"Lao Zhang, this time it's not that I don't trust you, but according to the prescribed procedures, I have to apply for an investigation of you. After all, any line is quite serious and concerns the life and death of many people."

"In addition, there is another thing, that is, the organization in Shanghai can no longer withstand the turmoil. After all, there are often traitors inside. Even I have to be careful."

"Old Ding!"

"Well, it seems that you have also found out about Lao Ding's death, and even the deaths of six of his comrades. He is responsible, and it is also our dereliction of duty."

"I see!"

Lao Zhang also understood that the organization's review was necessary. There was nothing wrong with Lao Xie's character, but he was quite strict with discipline. (End of this chapter)