A few days later, at the shadow agency surveillance point opposite "Zhicheng Company", the young spies stared at the target, and the room was quiet.

Suddenly, someone whispered that the target number one moved, and everyone immediately cheered up, took photos, recorded records.

On the side of the road, Wei Shuji Lao Peng, a mountain city, lifted up his long gown and placed a slide rod in front of him, and disappeared after a moment.

The spies did not follow up, and then recorded the situation and continued to act as human cameras to monitor the movements of Zhicheng Company. This job is almost no difficulty.

It is precisely because it is not difficult that Dai Chunfeng is relieved to let a group of novices perform the mission, otherwise these students would want to keep an eye on the underground party intelligence personnel of the old Taoist. It would be better to dream about the actual point, there are everything in the dream.

"How long do you think we will keep an eye on it?" One of the small spies suddenly spoke.

"It's almost done. The bureau chief said on the phone yesterday, asking us to stand on the last shift. I think it's not far from closing the network." Someone speculated.

When the team leader in charge of the surveillance point heard the discussion, he immediately glared and warned them not to talk too much, let alone guess the chief's intentions.

The little spies smiled embarrassedly and closed their mouths, cursing the other party in their hearts. Didn’t they just become a group leader? Everyone is a student, what’s so great about it?

"Dang thump!"

"Open the door! Open the door!"

Suddenly, the door of the surveillance point was smashed with force, and there were people shouting loudly outside the door. Judging from the noisy footsteps, there should be quite a few people.

The team leader looked ugly. While walking towards the gate, he signaled to others to pack up the items related to the task, and secretly prayed that the person outside was not an underground party.

In order to avoid exposure, there are no weapons in the surveillance site. In case the underground party comes to cause trouble, they can only fight with each other with bare hands.

The door opened with a creaking sound. Before the team leader could speak, a group of police officers in police uniform rushed in, and the guns in their hands were pointed straight at the spies in the room.

"What are you doing? What are your purposes for gathering here? Take out all the documents."

The leading sheriff put the brim of the hat with a gun barrel, looked at the team leader with a pair of triangular eyes, and then looked at the small spy dressed in a literary man next to him, and asked questions.

MD, if the identity of these stinky foot patrolmen was not revealed, I would have to deal with you. The team leader cursed in his heart, took out the ID in his hand and handed it to the other party, and began to explain with a smile according to the words he had already thought of.

"Sir, we are from the Preparatory Office of Shancheng Commercial Company. I am the head of the Preparatory Office. This is a license issued by the Ministry of the Interior and the Police Department and my certificate. Please read it."

Triangle Eye was stunned and raised his hand to stop the police who were about to search, and reached out to take the permit and documents to check carefully.

After looking over and over for a long time, he couldn't find any flaws, handwriting, signatures of the chief, and secret notes. These outsiders had no way to know and could not forge them.

Looking at the Ministry of Interior seal on the permit, Triangle Eye thought it was bad, and sent the thing back with both hands and apologized, saying that someone reported that there were suspicious elements nearby and they had to come.

The team leader didn't care either. After getting the ID back, he waved his hand generously and sent the police away politely.

After the door was closed again, someone asked the team leader: "Do you want to report this to the bureau?"

The team leader thought about it and shook his head: "No need, there is no need to disturb the bureau's seat for this little thing. Two people will be left behind later, and the rest will be transferred to the No. 2 surveillance point."

He acted quite cautiously, worried that the police would tell him about this and aroused suspicion of the target, so he decisively activated a new surveillance point, no wonder he could become the team leader.

The spies responded with a loud promise and immediately packed up their equipment and files, and then divided them into two teams. One team scattered to the backup surveillance point, and the other team pretended to be the so-called members of the preparatory team to continue their work.

After a few minutes, several hurried figures passed through the crowded road, entered another building one after another, and then locked the door.

In the corner fruit shop, Zuo Chong, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, stood in front of the counter. The afterglow looked at the scene through the glass window and slowly turned back to his head.

Through the observations over the past few days, using alarms, tracking and other means, he has roughly figured out Dai Chunfeng's arrangement for Shancheng Wei.

More than 100 agents and more than a dozen surveillance sites formed a huge surveillance network, completely surrounding Shancheng Wei. This scale of action is rare even in the Military Control Commission headquarters.

I bought some mixed candy at will, Zuo Chong left from the back door of the fruit shop, and prepared to return to the safe house to improve the next plan.

That day, he learned that there were spies from the Fructus Party in Linjiangmen, so he telegrammed the northwest to tell the comrade Wei in Shancheng that Lao Pu had rebelled!

Then he followed Dai Chunfeng to Liuyichun, further confirmed this speculation, and thus found Lao Pu's secret place.

Compared to Lao Dai's guards, Lao Pu is more difficult to deal with. He almost discovered him several times. He is worthy of being Deputy Shuji of Shancheng Wei, who is in charge of intelligence work.

But the stronger the ability, the more serious the consequences of surrendering to the enemy. The opponent is in this critical position and can access a large amount of top-secret information, which brings no less harm than the head of the Red Team who surrendered to the enemy.

Back to the safe house, Zuo Chong lay on the bed with his hands crossed his head, his eyes were watching the beams in thought, and the light outside the window became dizzy.

The next morning, Zuo Chong sent a telegram to Northwest, requesting help from other independent intelligence teams, and then went out to Lao Pu's place.

A few more days passed, and there were three days before the Northwest Special Forces arrived in the mountain city. In the alley near Miss Li’s residence, a group of slid rod sedan chairmen surrounded the two of them in the middle, and everyone was smiling.

"Remember what I just said. There are benefits after things are done. Anyone who refuses to do things will be borne by themselves!"

One of the two was giving money to the sedan chairmen, and at the same time warned viciously that it was difficult to mess with the scars on his face.

The other person also looked around with a cold look, and a piece of his waist bulged out, obviously he was carrying a guy.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The sedan chairmen nodded like pounding garlic, and promised to do it as required. If anyone dares to play tricks and doesn't need the other party to do it, they will clean up the portal themselves.

Although the sedan chair owner is not a standard child of the world, he must keep his word when making a living on the street and cannot be diarrhea.

In a blink of an eye, the sedan chairmen who had taken the money scattered like birds and beasts, while the two who gave the money carried the slide rods to the streets to solicit customers. The shadow agency spies hundreds of meters away were unaware of this.

The next morning.

Lao Pu, who was still coughing, walked out of Miss Li's residence. He took two steps and stopped breathing. Then he looked helplessly at both ends of the street, preparing to call the slide rod as usual.

These days he stayed here every night, intoxicated in the gentle land and was happy and happy, but his body couldn't stand it. After all, he was old and had injuries on his body.

Lao Pu stood by the roadside for a few minutes, looked down at his watch, and then stood on tiptoe and looked around. There was no slider that could be seen everywhere in the past.

After waiting for a while, he was anxious and just about to walk away, he saw a slide rod slowly coming out of the alley next door, so he quickly stopped the sedan chair and sat down to report an address.

This address is neither Lao Pu’s home nor Zhicheng Company, but a relatively lively market.

The market is crowded with people and is a very suitable transit point. It can be seen that even if I came out to have fun, Lao Pu did not lose the vigilance that an intelligence officer should have.

The sedan chairman in front responded, carried the pole and ran forward, and from time to time, he notified the sedan chairman behind to turn and go up the bridge with a horn sound with a Jiangbei accent.

After hearing a few words, Lao Pu observed the sedan chairwoman's clothing and movements. After confirming that there was no problem, he lay on the backrest to rest with confidence, and occasionally turned his head to check behind him.

After working hard all night, coughing and swaying slide rod made Lao Pu drowsy. He was determined to hold on with his will, and he finally couldn't fall asleep.

Seeing that there was only one mountain from the market, he slowly closed his eyes and did not notice that the sedan chair owner then changed into a path that was rarely visited.

“There is a line ahead (the road ahead is flat and there is no one).”

The sedan chairman in front shouted in a low voice, and the sedan chairman in the back immediately replied.

"It can be run and shoot arrows."

After shouting, the sedan chairman behind who was originally lowering his head suddenly raised his head, pulled out a wooden stick as thick as an arm from the bottom of the slide rod, aimed it at Lao Pu's head and smashed it hard.

"Bang!"

Lao Pu was instantly hit and his eyes were filled with stars, and his consciousness became blurred. He was about to struggle and then he was hit again, and then his neck hurt and he completely fainted.

Seeing that he had lost his ability to resist, the sedan chairman in front pulled the syringe off Lao Pu's neck, took out the steel wine pot and unscrewed the bottle cap, and sprinkled all the wine inside on Lao Pu's body.

During this period, Lao Pu's bag was carried with him and a glass bottle rolled out from it. The sedan chairman in front saw the pupils shrink slightly, and hesitated for a few seconds to bend down and put away the bottle.

After doing all this, the two sedan chair owners shouted "Touch down" and the other shouted "Stay up", and raised the slide rod again to set off, but the destination was changed to another place.

The police and spies along the way did not arouse suspicion when they saw the three of them. They thought they were some hangover drunkard who came home, and watched the most important fruit mole after the head of the Red Team.

At around nine o'clock in the morning, the slide rod carried Lao Pu into a dilapidated land temple. He placed the slide rod in the center of the room, and the two sedan chairmen left without looking back.

"Pushpin, let's separate here."

"Sir, be careful."

"good."

When he walked to the intersection, Ling Sanping, who had disguised his face, François Huang talked with a code name, and went back to Renxin Hospital and the business separately.

On the way back, Ling Sanping showed a thoughtful look on his face. The bottle just now seemed familiar. After a little thought, he decided to go back and inform the northwest of the matter.

For a long time, rustling sounds sounded in the quiet land temple, but the old puff silk on the slide rod had not moved, and there was no idea where the sound came from.

Finally, as a burst of dust fell, Zuo Chong jumped gently from the beam of the room, and looked at the target who had completely fainted and took out a sack to cover it.

The sun was hanging high outside the door, and the sun shone through the grille into the house. The clay sculpture of the Land Lord sat high on the divine platform, with light and darkness intersecting, and his originally compassionate expression became a bit ferocious.

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Shancheng New Year's Conference Cinema.

Shen Dongxin, secretary of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection, sat in the private room and lit a cigarette and looked straight into the screen. Not long after, the voice of Meng Ting, director of the Intelligence Department, came from behind him.

"Qingshan, is there an emergency task?"

Meng Ting sat down next to him and asked in a low voice. The light and shadow projected from the projector kept flashing behind the two of them. On the curtain was a silent comedy, and the clumsy protagonist made other viewers laugh.

After hearing this, Shen Dongxin nodded and continued to look ahead, his mouth slightly moved with expressionless expression, conveying the latest order from his superiors.

"Yuchang, my hometown has given several addresses. You can find a way to provide it to Xu Enzeng, and you say there is an underground party inside. You must let the other party arrest people today, and you cannot expose yourself."

Meng Ting thought about it and nodded vigorously. Xu Enzeng was very happy and it was not difficult to do this. Just call an anonymously.

But he never expected that after passing through the Northwest, Deputy Director Xu's thoughts changed in some strange changes, and the plan was not as smooth as he and his "superiors" imagined.
Chapter completed!