The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 110 Manhunt
Five thirty in the afternoon.

Zhou Qinghe received the news call from the team members on time in the hotel room.

"Hey, boss, the guests haven't come yet."

"It may be a delay. Don't take away the dishes. Continue to help me wait for the distinguished guests."

"Yes."

Zhou Qinghe hung up the phone and sat on the sofa thinking.

At four o'clock, a telegram from Nanjing was sent to the Shanghai District informing them to change the district chief's code book and prohibit everyone from entering or exiting.

According to the plan, around five o'clock, his men should send the code book in, pretending to be a special envoy from Nanjing.

Moreover, the special envoy also brought news that there are clues about the activities of relevant members of the Black Dragon Society in Nanjing.

At this time, Zeng Haifeng should summon his section chief-level subordinates for a meeting in the conference room to inform him of the reasons for the closure and at the same time expose the existence of the special envoy.

The special envoy also revealed the source of the clues one after another.

Boss Dai was very angry about the murder of Major Nanjing and threatened to go back in revenge for this matter.

So, before he came, Director Dai, who had great hands and eyes, asked the big shots in the concession to find the whereabouts of relevant members of the Black Dragon Society.

The big shot replied, and it was not difficult to find out. As soon as there was news, the big shot would directly provide the information to Boss Dai.

Once Boss Dai gets a clue, he will immediately call the Shanghai District.

New messages will also be translated using a new codebook to ensure that there is no possibility of the message being leaked before Zeng Haifeng sees it.

Prior to this, everyone in the Shanghai area was closed until the accurate whereabouts of the Black Dragon Society members were obtained and a fatal blow was achieved.

Boss Dai is waiting for your good news in Nanjing.

Reasonable.

Zhou Qinghe used a trick to scare the snake away. According to time calculation, as long as the defense of Zeng Haifeng's office building was strict, the news would not be leaked until the scheduled time of 8 o'clock in the evening at the earliest.

After all, the concession is so big, and just targeting the Black Dragon Society with just one sentence, there is no value in risking this news.

Even if the mole wants to report the news now, he can't let everyone in the Black Dragon Society hide at home without an accurate attack location.

From the perspective of the Black Dragon Society, it is necessary to know whose whereabouts are known, so that we can deduce who leaked the secret.

The most likely time for the mole to take action is at this point in time.

That's what it's like to be a mole, every step of the way is scary, while you have to judge the accuracy of the information and whether it's worth risking to pass it on.

On the other hand, you have to worry about whether someone from the Black Dragon Society will be exposed if he doesn't take action.

And when the Shanghai District of the Secret Service is dispatched at eight o'clock, the closure of the Shanghai District of the Secret Service will not be so strict, and it will be much easier to spread the news to the outside world.

This is the opening Zhou Qinghe left for his inner ghost.

If the information is leaked at this point, even if the Secret Service investigates afterwards, the mole can be found out. There are many people, and everyone has an excuse to leak the secret.

How can you not be tempted by this?

With such persistence, what kind of traitor do you think you are?

The next stop was the exact location of this operation, the Paramount Ballroom.

It's still early now, the Paramount has just opened, and at 8pm, it's time for a dance hall to become lively.

It is unknown whether there will be members of the Black Dragon Club hanging out in Paramount tonight.

But for Zhou Qinghe, he had nothing to lose by alerting the enemy.

Set up the dog-fighting sticks, one against the insider and the other against the Black Dragon Society. If one of them is hit, it will be a big profit.

Report calls were made three times every 15 minutes, and the subordinates reported that the situation was calm.

At [-]:[-], Zhou Qinghe informed his men that the next actions at the entrance of the Shanghai District Secret Service were under their own control. If there was an emergency report, the people left behind would be asked to go to Paramount to find him.

Afterwards, we set off for Paramount.

At the gate of Paramount, Zhou Qinghe got off the rickshaw and dropped a dollar.

"keep the change."

When you come to Shanghai, rickshaws are more expensive than elsewhere, much more expensive.

A dozen coppers in Nanjing can go a long way. In the concession, the starting price is only twenty cents.

The market price stipulates a dime, but the market price has no control over this, whether you like to sit or not.

"Thank you boss, boss will make a fortune." The rickshaw driver smiled and bowed repeatedly.

"good evening."

The greeting lady at the door is also very good-looking. She is wearing a cheongsam, bowing and smiling.

Zhou Qinghe entered Paramount. He didn't drink at the bar today. Instead, he asked for a booth near the door. He crossed his legs and slowly shook his red wine glass while watching the dancers perform songs above.

He finally discovered that the taste in Shanghai that night was all about girls in their late teens and early twenties.

The red rose is like this, and the dancer singing on it is like this.

The make-up is too thick and too gaudy, so the thin and fair girl has no future here.

He glanced twice and looked at the figures in the ballroom.

From the servant to the boss in a neat suit, from the brawny man shouting and drinking to the laughing lothario, there is a mixture of people from all walks of life.

The people of the Black Dragon Society are ruffians, from the underworld, and their behavior should be radical. When they are free and unrestrained, their behavior should be quite wanton, and they may even use their identity as Japanese to show off their power.

After all, this is a concession and is very safe.

Zhou Qinghe looked at each person one by one, remembering their appearance and their behavior, and slowly guessed their true identity in his heart.

Until [-]:[-]!
A man hurriedly came in at the door and went directly to the box on the second floor. Soon, a group of four people quickly left from the door, still cursing and looking very unhappy.

Zhou Qinghe frowned slightly, were they in such a hurry to leave?
But why didn't his men come to report?
Or is it just a coincidence of time, not these people?

Eight fourteen!
The men have arrived.

The men passed by him and coughed slightly. Zhou Qinghe understood and casually stood up and followed him, and the two of them headed to the toilet.

"Someone came out and made a call at [-]:[-], but the captain didn't arrest him."

"understood."

Just a word was passed, and the two passed by each other.

The subordinate took a few sips of wine at the bar to show off, then turned around and went out to continue waiting for the call.

Zhou Qinghe, on the other hand, went to the toilet, and when he came back, he looked at the empty table and was stunned, where is my wine?
"Where's my wine?" Zhou Qinghe grabbed a maid on the side and asked.

"I'm sorry, sir, maybe the service staff thought you had gone back and closed the table. I'm sorry, I'll contact the manager right away."

Your hands are really fast, so you pay attention to the turnover rate, right?

Zhou Qinghe sat down speechlessly, and soon the manager came to apologize and then brought a bottle of wine.

Zhou Qinghe dismissed it casually and continued to observe the environment of the audience.

The news has just come out now that they are not the same group of people just now.

Zhou Qinghe glanced at his watch. Zeng Haifeng's secret service was about half an hour's drive away, and there were still 15 minutes left.

He continued to observe the crowds going in and out of the door, but as time passed, there was no scene like before where someone came to call someone and then a few people left in a hurry.

At 08:30, the Secret Service arrived.

Seven or eighty people rushed into Paramount, but there were still many people blocking the door outside.

"Turn on the lights and get everyone checked."

A good-looking female agent instructs one of her subordinates to go on stage, seize the microphone, and directly drive the dancer off.

"Catch the wanted criminal. Everyone, stay where you are and don't move." As soon as he finished speaking, there was a commotion below.

"Why is this! What does it have to do with you arresting wanted criminals?"

"Which section do you belong to? Do you know that this is Paramount, this is the concession!"

"Whoever gave you the power, get out."

The answer to all this turmoil was the sound of gunshots.

Bang bang, the leading female agent raised her hand and fired two shots.

Leng shouted: "Shut up, everyone, everything is fine after checking, we will leave immediately."

At this time, the manager came over.

There was a smile on his face, and there was not much fear in his expression.

"Girl, you are not a policeman in the concession, are you?"

"So what? This is not Chinese territory anymore?"

"That's not true." The manager said with a smile: "It's Chinese territory, but it's been leased out. How else would it be called a concession?

I have to remind you that according to the laws of the concession, as long as you are not a police officer in the concession, you have no right to handle cases here. Even if someone breaks the law, it is a matter of the concession court. You can leave now. It's okay. If you make trouble again, I will call the police. Well, the scene will not be pretty when the time comes. "

With one movement, the female agent raised her hand and pointed the gun at his head: "I will leave after checking. If you say more nonsense, I will kill you."

The manager chuckled twice, raised his hands and nodded in surrender: "Check it, you check it."

"Check." The female agent shouted coldly.

Being able to be a captain in the secret service, and being a woman, will only make you more ruthless.

Zhou Qinghe was very cooperative and showed his ID to the team members.

The team members glanced at the names on it and turned around to leave.

The inspection generally went smoothly. Ordinary people just took a look at the ID without any worries and let it go.

The target is Asian-looking people, and it does not specifically target British and American people, so it causes little fluctuation.

As for those who dare to shout, they can only be beaten.

Seven NO.80 people quickly checked it out, but no reply was found. The situation was getting worse and worse.

None of the four people asked to be found on the list were found.

Of course I couldn't find it. Zhou Qinghe made up the name.

But what was waiting for the female spy was even worse news: the concession law enforcement team was coming.

As soon as the two sides started to argue, they started to talk fiercely and threatened that the Shanghai District Secret Service was destroying the peace of the concession.

The leading female agent said just one sentence.

"If you have any problems, you can call the government to complain about me. Now I want to leave, will you let me?"

Tit-for-tat, strong momentum, women and men, there are capable people in Shanghai.

Big leather boots, black trousers, and a black suit jacket. He had his hands on his hips and exposed a pistol. His figure was quite prominent under the blue shirt. Coupled with this beautiful face, he looked majestic.

The concession enforcement team simply withered.

Not only because of this woman, but also because of the more than 100 people and more than 100 guns behind her.

Besides, no one was arrested, it was just a waste of time.

"I will definitely complain to your superiors." The concession team said harshly.

"Whatever." The female agent responded lazily. It was obvious that she was in a bad mood because she didn't catch anyone. She waved her hand and shouted: "Get in the car."

Swish, swish, all the twenty-odd cars drove out and left the concession.

Soon, the music started again, and the dancing and horse racing continued, but there was definitely one more topic to chat about during the wine party tonight.

Zhou Qinghe stayed for a while and then returned to the hotel to wait for Zeng Haifeng.

Zeng Haifeng sneaked into the room. When he saw Zhou Qinghe, he immediately became excited and his eyes widened.

"How was it? Did you gain anything?"

Tonight's action is a bit risky, and it will bring a lot of infamy.

This Paramount is not an easy place to enter. If something goes wrong, some big shot inside will come up and file a complaint.

If there is a harvest, the boss will fight. If there is no harvest, the boss will reward you with a meal of fried meat on a bamboo board.

Everything depends on whether Brother Zhou has gained anything.

"There are still gains."

Zhou Qinghe gave him a positive reply and took out a piece of paper from his bag with a portrait on it.

This was what he drew based on one of the four people when he was waiting for Zeng Haifeng.

In fact, there are five of them. In addition to these four, there is also a reporter, but his ability is limited. He draws five at a time for fear of scaring Zeng Haifeng.

Drawing from memory, the appearance is about [-]% similar.

"Are there any of our people at the concession police station?"

"Of course there are, but they are just two small miscellaneous fish, not of any level."

"It should be enough. Check this person out."

Zhou Qinghe handed over the portrait and said as he handed it over.

"This person appears in Paramount, and most likely he is from the Black Dragon Society.

But one thing is very strange. At [-]:[-], my people did see someone from your secret service coming out to call and report the news. According to the time, these people should have left later.
But this person actually left Paramount at [-]:[-]. "

"Is there such a thing?"

Zeng Haifeng was stunned, frowned and asked in confusion: "You mean, before reporting the news, the Japanese knew that we would take action?"

After saying that, Zeng Haifeng murmured: "It's impossible. How could this be done? Can he read minds?"

He immediately flashed his eyes and said with a cold face: "Is there a second mole in Shanghai District?"

This is the greatest possibility!

Zhou Qinghe nodded, sat down and said, "I guess so too."

A man came and took away four people. It was certainly possible to say that it was a coincidence, but people who work as secret agents cannot accept coincidences so easily. They have to investigate everything.

"Damn, this Shanghai area is really lively."

Zeng Haifeng shuddered at the thought of his secret service turning into a tattered sieve.

What a fart thing a Shanghai district like this could become!

How to find this mole? The idea almost immediately came to his mind.

"Since your people haven't found it outside, it means it's inside. I'll go back and check the phone right away to see which other bastard has contact with the outside world during that time period!"

"I took the portrait away." Zeng Haifeng couldn't wait any longer.

This phone line is an open line and can be found by going to the telephone exchange.

"Well, be careful. This person is not involved in the operation. He should be from the auxiliary department."

"It's not a big area, I can pinpoint it."

Zeng Haifeng already had an idea and left directly.

Zhou Qinghe returned to his room and continued to draw portraits. There were four other people, so he helped to look for them. Zeng Haifeng was unreliable and had too many eyes.

(End of this chapter)