"Brother Zuo, this place is so beautiful." He Yijun said while looking at the decoration of the restaurant of Liuguo Hotel.

Zuo Zhong focused his attention on the customers coming and going in the restaurant, casually chiming in: "It's not bad, the steak tastes good too."

The two of them had been waiting in the restaurant of Liuguo Hotel for an hour. They had almost finished their after-dinner drinks and there was no sign of Zhang Jingyao, which inevitably made him a little impatient.

Zuo Zhong took a few deep breaths and kept telling himself that he must be calm during big events. When he regained his composure, he thought about the reasons.

It is impossible for people not to eat, so there are only two possibilities for Zhang Jingyao not to come to the restaurant. The first is that someone else picked up the meal for him, and the second is the hotel's food delivery service.

Considering his personality, Zuo Zhong felt that it was more likely that he would ask his cronies to pick it up. After recalling it carefully, it seemed that a few people did leave with lunch boxes just now.

Unfortunately, he didn't notice the appearance of those people. Zuo Zhong felt that he had to try again at night. At the same time, he also thought of the flaw in this reconnaissance, that is, he did not take photos of the people around Zhang Jingyao.

The operations of the Secret Service rarely take photos to keep records, mainly because today's cameras and film are very expensive, but today if there are photos, Zuo Zhong's mission will be much easier.

Zuo Zhong made another note in his little notebook. What he wrote before was 1. Bring more magazines, 2. Bring flash bombs, 3. If you can, bring a machine gun.

This was a memo Zuo Zhong wrote to himself after the shooting. A good memory is not as good as a bad writing. After all, he was a monk halfway. If he wanted to become a qualified agent as soon as possible, he had to find stupid ways.

Back in the room, Zuo Zhong began to maintain the weapons in his hand, including a PPK with 8 magazines; a Zilaide with 5 magazines; 3 flash bombs and 1 grenade;

Zuo Zhong complained while maintaining the system. The system could not be more humane. Give yourself more space in the system. This would also save you the burden of being a bombman.

After taking care of himself, Zuo Zhong went to take a shower. He didn't want to be exposed because of the strong smell of gun oil on his body. After taking a shower, he wandered around the Six Nations Hotel and discovered something very interesting.

Zuo Zhong looked at a man in the hotel lobby. If he remembered correctly, this man was here when he and He Yijun arrived. After such a long time, the man just changed his position and changed his newspaper.

Are you waiting for someone, or spying? Zuo Zhong also took out a newspaper and quietly observed the other person.

Hase Ryosuke discovered that the man who had seen a man and a woman in the morning had also arrived in the lobby. The other man was reading the newspaper. He seemed to have seen some interesting news and smiled.

He didn't take this matter to heart and continued to carefully observe the residents. If he felt there was a problem, he would arrange for agents from the Jinmen Special High School to follow him. The secret code was for him to touch his nose.

This is how he spent these days. Even if he doesn't like this job and doesn't believe in the so-called paradise of kings, work is work and requires wholehearted devotion.

Zuo Zhong couldn't help but laugh. He really got something unexpected. He was sure that the man who had been sitting in the hall was spying. Although his monitoring actions were very small, he still couldn't hide it from Zuo Zhong.

After watching for a while, he wanted to remind the other party. First of all, don't tilt your neck when observing people secretly, and don't use your chin to indicate the person you are following when touching your nose. This is too amateurish.

Zuo Zhong looked at the other person and guessed where this person was from. He looked very similar to a Chinese, but he was shorter and his legs were crooked. He was most likely Japanese.

Is the Aoki Mansion a member of the Special High School, or some other secret service agency? Zuo Zhong fell into deep thought. He felt that the presence of the other party here must have something to do with Zhang Jingyao.

As for tracking the other party to find Zhang Jingyao, Zuo Zhong thought about it and gave up. Although the person in front of him was a bit amateur, it was easy for the other party to find him when he was following him in an environment like a hotel. After all, one or two coincidences are a coincidence, and if there are too many coincidences, it would be easy to expose him.

Already.

After reading the newspaper for a while, Zuo Zhong left. It didn't matter that he didn't find Zhang Jingyao. Just make sure he was here. If that didn't work, he could just go back to being a robber. He was familiar with the Taj Mahal Hotel documentary.

Hase Ryosuke noticed that the man had left, and thought about his performance again. Well, he was very sure that the other man was not observing him, and he did not show any flaws.

Zuo Chong returned to the room, took out his mobile phone, opened the photo album, and carefully observed the man in the photo. He had just used the cover of the newspaper to secretly take some photos to remember his former career.

This is a young man. He is well maintained and well-dressed. The watch and leather shoes on his hands are not cheap. His nails are neatly repaired. He also has subordinates who can command him. He should be a leader.

In addition, his subordinates are professional, but not as well-trained as soldiers. This excludes military intelligence agencies such as the Fengtian Secret Service, which is more in line with the personnel characteristics of the Super High School and Aoki Residence.

Zuo Zhong suddenly thought of a detail. There was an English newspaper on the other party's table! Zuo Zhong was very doubtful whether the people in the Aoki Mansion could understand it.

Zuo Zhong wrote on this person’s photo: Leader of Japanese Intelligence Agency (Consulate Special High School Section?)

In addition to this man, his men were also photographed by Zuo Zhong, so they were prepared.

When night fell, Zuo Zhong and He Yijun went to the restaurant. There were many white people in the elevator with their partners. Judging from the floor, they should go to the dance. Zuo Zhong was not interested in this, and Zhang Jingyao, that old man, probably didn't know how to dance either.

"Brother Zuo, can you dance?"

Hearing He Yijun's question, Zuo Zhong was stunned and nodded. He could indeed dance. He was a member of a club in college, but he hadn't danced for many years.

"What, do you want to go dancing? Then when the mission is over, let's do it again." Zuo Zhong said with a smile. It's not a big deal if you don't forget to have fun while working.

He Yijun seemed very happy throughout the dinner. Zuo Zhong didn't know what was wrong with her. He quietly identified each person taking the meal, hoping to find someone related to Zhang Jingyao.

Suddenly, Zuo Zhong saw half of his face. The man was whispering to the waiter in the restaurant. Then the waiter took something from the bar and handed it to him, and the man quickly left the restaurant.

Zuo Zhong followed him without saying a word, and before leaving, he told He Yijun with his eyes to wait here. That man Zuo Zhong had an impression of Zhang Jingyao's chief of staff, Zhao Tinggui, and he had seen this man's file.

Although the photo was taken many years ago, the other person's greasy and obscene attitude has not changed. Zuo Zhong is looking forward, keeping a distance of two or three meters from the other person, which is just a little further away from the safe distance between people.

When he reached the end of the corridor, Zuo Zhong found Zhao Tinggui waiting for the elevator, so he naturally turned a corner and walked downstairs along the stairs.

Zhao Tinggui saw Zuo Zhong disappeared and boarded the elevator with a sigh of relief.

I thought in my heart that I was really a loser, just an ordinary guest. It was all because of the Japanese reminder that the warlord was so nervous now that he was infected.

The elevator ascended, and he jumped up from the stairwell in two heavy steps. He watched the floor lights light up one by one, and finally stopped on the 6th floor.

It's on the 6th floor, only one floor higher than my own floor, and it's also the best room in the Six Nations Hotel.

Zuo Zhong turned back to the restaurant and sat down at his seat. He didn't say anything to He Yijun. After all, he was only observing indirectly and did not see which room Zhao Tinggui entered.

In the evening, Zuo Zhong went back to the compound and reported today's events. Everyone heard that Zhang Jingyao was indeed very excited at the Six Nations Hotel. If he failed to complete the task, he would be punished by military law.

When Gui Youguang heard that Japanese spies were watching, he volunteered: "Section Chief, it's too unsafe for you and Miss He to be there. How about I bring two people to help you."

Zuo Zhong shook his head: "They are watching in the hall. You will be discovered if you go like this. Yijun and I are just going to get information. There is no danger for the time being. You can sneak in during the operation."

After talking about the matter, Zuo Zhong returned to the Liuguo Hotel. He Yijun reported that no one had entered his room. Zuo Zhong said good night to her and went to bed. I have to say that the bed was quite comfortable.

Early the next morning, Zuo Zhong did not go to eat, but went directly to the sixth floor. He wanted to take advantage of the crowds in the morning to see which room Zhao Tinggui came out of, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Zuo Zhong frowned. Could it be that last night was Zhang Jingyao's smoke screen again? This old guy was too careful. His safety work was impeccable. He was really scared to death. He could compete with Deputy Director Zheng.

Deputy Director Zheng? Zuo Zhong’s thinking stopped for a moment. Can you think according to Deputy Director Zheng’s style?

If I were Deputy Director Zheng and I was afraid of someone assassinating me, I would definitely not dare to go out. Even important matters would require others to come to my door, just like the guest house at Beiping Station.

I want more bodyguards, and the Japanese must also send people to protect me. These people must not be in the same room with me, but the room they live in cannot be too far away from me, otherwise I will not feel safe.

Zuo Zhong thought thoughtfully. The number of bodyguards plus the Japanese protection personnel was not small.

People cannot escape eating and drinking, and it is difficult to track the direction of food. As for hot water, Liuguo Hotel seems to regularly send hot water bottles outside the room door.

Zuo Zhong thought for a while and went directly to the hotel's hot water room. There was an old man filling a thermos bottle. When he saw Zuo Zhong coming, he quickly asked: "Sir, do you want hot water?"

Zuo Zhong said angrily: "I am a guest on the 6th floor. The hot water bottle I left at the door was taken away for two consecutive days. Is this how your hotel serves you? It's too much."

The old man didn't know what was going on, so he just kept apologizing.

Zuo Zhong showed a helpless expression: "Forget it, tell me which room on the 6th floor uses the most hot water. I'll tell them myself. If you need hot water, just tell the waiter. What's mine?"

The old man looked at the form honestly and said awkwardly: "Sir, 604.606.614 has a lot of hot water. I don't know which one you are looking for."

604 and 606 are close together, and 614 is opposite to 604. Zhang Jingyao, Zhang Jingyao, you are really powerful, but no matter how powerful you are, you can't escape my Wuzhishan.
Chapter completed!