No. 73, Fuxiangli, Sima Road, Public Concession, was originally a three-story residential building. It was bought and converted into a hotel. It specializes in business business for businessmen who came to Shanghai from other places. It is quite famous nearby.

Early that morning, two waitresses packed the check-out guest's room, sat behind the first-floor registration desk, ate melon seeds, and talked about gossip about the guest bringing a strange woman in a certain room.

"I'm sorry, please open a room, you need the first floor."

As he was speaking, a middle-aged man wearing a dark gray serge gown and a black woolen hat on his head, and was in a hurry. After the other party came in, he spoke Shanghai dialect with a slightly foreign accent.

The waiters have seen many such customers, and are businessmen who travel around the world. They have not been staying in Shanghai for a long time in their hometown. Many things have changed, but the local accent is difficult to change.

The only strange thing is that this person does not carry any luggage, does not even have daily toiletries, and the hotel only provides hot water. How to stay in this way has nothing to do with them.

Make money, what do you care about so much?

One of the waiters picked out a string from the wall full of keys and threw it over: "Room No. 107, single room, star anise every day, sir will give you one yuan first, and if you check out tomorrow, I will find it back to you.

We can order food here. The Huaiyang Restaurant next door will not be closed before 9 o'clock in the evening. It tastes good and the price is not expensive. If you are worried, you will turn left and there are several other small restaurants."

He also pointed to the registration book on the counter: "According to the provisions of the Concession and the Government, everyone must register their identity before moving in to prevent bad people from entering the city. If something happens, they can trace it."

After saying that, she sat back and continued to participate in the new round of chats. She had no intention of checking the documents or filling them out on her behalf. They were not policemen, so she said that she was just dealing with the task.

You can't stop letting others stay just because you don't register. The hotel doesn't care who is here to stay. Even if it's a bandit in the mountains or a thief in the lake, as long as you give enough money to the house, you will be a guest.

The middle-aged man did not communicate too much with the waiter, lowered his head and registered his identity as quickly as possible. Then he threw out a large ocean, picked up the key and walked along the aisle to the guest room area.

Seeing that the other party had left, the waiter glanced at the contents of the registration book, his name was Gong Zizai, he was 34 years old, his hometown was in Northeast China, and his place was Jinling. His profession was a businessman who did electrical appliances trading.

The composition is not outrageous. In the past, there were old men with white beards who wrote the materials as young girls, or teenagers who became born in Guangxu's years, which was another troublesome for the police station to see.

The waiter forgot about this after reading it. There are so many customers coming and going every day, so there is no need to care about a stranger I never know, but it won't take long to regret thinking like this.

“101,105….107.”

Old Gong counted the room number and walked to the guest room. He did not go in immediately, but listened at the opposite side and at the door next door. After a few minutes, he confirmed that there was no one inside for the time being, so he opened the door with the key.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, with a wooden bed with several quilts, a washbasin rack, two thermos, and the sunny window facing the main road outside, with a clear view.

After turning around, he smiled satisfied. The location here is good, and someone can clearly see it when approaching. When encountering danger, he can directly break out of the window and escape to other places.

Glory and wealth are important.

Life is more important.

Lao Gong opened the window halfway, lit a cigarette in front of the window, and did not do any extra moves. He just stood there and finished smoking the cigarette, then turned off the cigarette butts and closed the window.

If you want to survive, you have to use your brain more. Director Xu just wants to sit in the mountains and watch the tiger fight. Before he locks in the important figures of the Central Bureau in Shanghai, no one cares about the life or death of a traitor.

Therefore, the people at the agent headquarters will definitely hide in the distance. The actions just now are enough to make the other party determine their room. At that time, the support will arrive one second earlier, which may be the difference between life and death.

"The widow doesn't sleep at night in the morning, and half of the embroidered pillow and brocade quilt is idle~"

Old Gong lay on the bed on his back, humming Guandong Luozi in his mouth, his mind full of life of spending money in the future. In addition, he didn't sleep all night, but fell asleep unknowingly.

He slept comfortably, and the surveillance of the peripheral surveillance was very busy. After all, this place was not directly under the jurisdiction of the government. Many things were troublesome, such as it was difficult to establish a surveillance point.

If you want to borrow a house in the concession, no documents are as useful as money. It depends on the mood of the owner. If you encounter someone who is easy to talk to, take money and leave, and ignore others when you encounter someone who is difficult to talk to.

In order to find a suitable point around Baoji Hotel, he tried his best to get a family away and quickly set up a telephone line and observation equipment.

"Come and observe the intersection."

"You take people to stare at the back door."

In the chaotic surveillance point, Luo Ma assigned tasks with his fingers, trying not to miss a detail. Xu Enzeng, who was standing beside him, nodded repeatedly, doing his work was so meticulous.

Seeing that his boss was in a good mood, Shi Zhenmei took the opportunity to report: "Report, according to your order, I have told everyone not to act rashly no matter what happens, and to keep an eye on the suspicious person with all their might."

"Well, remember this point. Before you find the spy, you must not catch people on the territory of the concession. You know how many underground party members are in the police station, the Ministry of Industry and the Commission."

Xu Enzeng continued with his hands behind his back and said, "In addition, you have heard the recording. The dissident on the phone said that there was a big man who wanted to meet Gong Zizai and try to follow the other party to find the headquarters.

Therefore, relevant suspects were fixed. When they left the concession and found an opportunity to arrest them, those who could persuade them to surrender would develop into internal cells. As the second phase of the leukocyte plan, those who were unwilling to surrender would be executed."

With one after another, he had given up his plan to do his best in one battle and decided to start with the clues explained by Gong Zizai, and explore, investigate and destroy the underground party intelligence network step by step.

Xu Enzeng is a top student who has studied abroad. It is impossible for him to always remember to eat and not beat him. He was just stunned before, but he would regain his rationality and naturally he knew how to do it well for the task.

Thank God, bless me.

Shi Zhenmei wanted to kneel down and kowtow to the gods and Buddhas in the sky. The director of his family finally figured it out. That's good, otherwise if there is no clear attitude above, the people who do things below will be at a loss.

You have your plans, I have my preparations, and in the end they all do their own things. After fighting with the underground party for so many years, he is very clear that unity of thought is the guarantee of combat effectiveness.

Thinking of this, Shi Zhenmei said sincerely for the first time: "High, it's really high. Avoiding the constraints of the concession, the success rate of the action has increased a little more. Director, you are really a clever plan."

"Haha, it's past, it's past."

Xu Enzeng's eyes smiled into a crack and waved his hand: "Zhenmei, don't give me a ecstasy soup. Let's go and see what Gong Zizai is doing. Why haven't he moved for so long?"

"Yes, Director."

Shi Zhenmei took a step back and bent down slightly when she heard this, and she was extremely respectful. As long as she could stabilize the other party and spend this time safely, let alone flattering a few flatteries, she would be fine even if she could make him a grandson.

After saying that, he followed Xu Enzeng to the surveillance portal and observed the Baoji Hotel in the distance. From morning until it was dark, just as the spies began to worry, the window opened again.

Old Gong smoked a cigarette at the window and reported safety to the agent headquarters. At the same time, he felt a little nervous. He didn't expect that he would sleep until the afternoon, and the superior who had agreed to meet still did not come.

Did you find that you were a traitor and you were not here?

Or is someone secretly observing in the dark?

He thought about it and felt that the first possibility was not high. If the underground party knew about this, he would meet as quickly as possible, with the purpose of killing people to silence the patient. This was beyond doubt.

The identity of the alarm is very important. He is familiar with the appearance of many upper and grassroots personnel and knows the dead mailbox and emergency contact channels. It will be very dangerous if this information falls into the hands of the Fructus Party.

That is the second point. When the warning failed and the important personnel were arrested, the other party must have some suspicion. Long-term investigation is a common means of screening, and it seems that I am safe for the time being.

"Gulu~Gulu."

Lao Gong confirmed the condition, and his tense nerves loosened. His stomach immediately called out twice. Only then did he realize that he had not eaten for a day, so he opened the door and walked to the counter and said to the waiter.

"Please order me a bowl of noodles."

After ordering, he immediately went back to his room. The lobby was located in the middle of the hotel and was not in the sight of the agents' headquarters. Once he was entangled by the underground party, he would really be called Tiantian and would be called Tiantian and would not work.

The two waiters who were reading pictorials rolled their eyes and pushed each other for a long time. Finally, they went to the restaurant to buy noodles and put them into Room 107. As soon as they came out, three strangers suddenly came.

"Hello, I'm from Jinling. I want to ask if there is a Mr. Gong from Jinling checking in today in your hotel. I'm his distant relative and I came to pick him up."

The waiter was about to ask the visitor to register as required. Hu, the other party's leading trunk, took the lead and asked first. There was a faint smile on his face as he spoke, and he looked very friendly.

"Oh, he lives 107."

It is normal to find relatives in the hotel. It can be said that you can encounter them every day. The waiter, who did not notice, immediately gave a positive answer. After all, she had just delivered a meeting to the guest Gong Zizai.

Kou Zihu got the specific room number and gave a wink at the two people behind him. One of them stayed in the hall a little younger, while the other followed him straight towards Room 107.

The two waiters felt something was wrong and got up to ask what was going on. The next second he sat back with his hands raised. Facing the black muzzle, smart people would choose this way.

"Ding, thing, thing, thing."

Kouzihu came to the outside of the room, raised his hand and knocked on the room rhythmically, then pulled out his pistol from his waist with his companion, leaned against the wall and made a battle posture, listening to the movement with all his attention.

Old Gong in the room was overjoyed. His superiors were here, and a beautiful day was right in front of him. He quickly suppressed his excitement and sorted out his clothes, pretended to be calm and calm, slowly walked to the door and opened the door.

"Well on the road..."

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

Just as he opened the door, Hu and the others raised their guns outside the door, fired four shots with expressionless faces, then turned around and left without hesitation. At this time, the traitor's body fell heavily.
Chapter completed!