After hearing Lao Dou's description, John Kaiziwei felt thoughtful, but regardless of whether the policeman was killed by Takashi Izuda or not, the matter must be held on the government, otherwise the empire would not be able to put pressure on the other side.

So he asked a few more irrelevant questions and ended the conversation. It was easy to find evidence after knowing who the murderer was. At that time, the Japanese would give themselves a satisfactory answer.

The conflict between Japan and Britain in Southeast Asia is becoming increasingly fierce. This case is a good bargaining chip. A thought flashed through John Kaiziwei's mind and looked up at Lao Dou on the opposite side.

"Okay, Mr. Dou, that's all for today's conversation. You must not talk to anyone about the words you just said. It's related to the safety of your life and your family. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Mr. Kaiziwei."

Lao Dou nodded, his body still tense and dared not relax. The boiled water and coffee sent by the waiter were even more motionless. An intelligence broker should have such a cautious attitude.

In this industry, people who accidentally were thrown into the Huangpu River to feed fish. All those who survived were human spirits. Even in a safe public place, they would not touch others to provide drinking water and food.

John Kaiziwei got the answer he wanted and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. After looking at the time, he got up and walked out of the coffee shop. Instantly, several strong white men stood up in the shop and followed.

At this time, the night was getting darker, and there were no pedestrians coming and going on the street, and only a few cars were parked on the side of the road. He pushed open the door and saw Hasegawa Ryosuke smoking a cigarette, so he raised his foot and walked over.

"Mr. Hase, thank you for your important clues. I have gained some gains here. When the matter is finished, I will go to your country's consulate in person to discuss related matters with Consul Shitaro Ishizui Shitaro."

As he said, he reached out his hand and reminded him again: "Look for someone to look forward to this Mr. Dou. If this guy talks nonsense outside, your situation will be very dangerous. I'll leave first."

Hasegawa Ryosuke didn't say anything, but just grabbed John Caesi's hand and shook it hard, indicating that he would pay attention to this matter, and watched the other party get into the car while his subordinates escorted him.

"Woo~"

A burst of white smoke came out of the exhaust pipe, and the British car quickly left the coffee shop. The biting cold wind blew, and Hasegawa trembled and immediately wrapped his coat tightly.

"Hase-kun, will he believe it?"

Lao Dou also left the coffee shop at some time, and handed her hands in her pocket, and her face was solemnly hidden behind the hat and scarf. If she didn't believe it, the deputy director's plan would probably be difficult to achieve.

When Hasegawa Ryosuke heard the inquiry, he thought seriously for a moment and shook his head: "It doesn't matter whether he believes it or not. What is important is to pass on this message and leave a trace of doubt in his heart.

When Okamoto's arrangement begins, this person will remember the meeting tonight, and the fact that you said Takaki Ioda was the murderer, John Kaiziwei will complete the rest of the work by himself.

Besides, the other party just said that the public concession did not care who killed the police. What they wanted was the reason for public opinion and diplomatic oppression to the Jinling government, and we don’t need to care too much."

Lao Dou stood there silent for a few seconds, glanced at the Japanese spy, and was a little surprised. This guy only knew to ask for money before, but he didn't expect to say these reasonable words.

It turns out that people should not behave like a person, and no professional intelligence officer can underestimate him. If the person who was talking to this time was Hasegawa Ryosuke, the other party would never believe what he said so easily.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the car opposite with his eyes and said in a low voice: "Then I'll leave first, don't let our customers wait in a hurry. If you need your cooperation, please contact us through the dead mailbox."

"Okay, but..."

Hasegawa Ryosuke hesitated for a moment and reminded him: "Izuda Takaki has never participated in a field mission and has no seriousness in his hands. What if he hurts Mr. Dou, why not find another opportunity in the future."

Lao Dou waved his hand: "No need, there are support from the nearby operation personnel. If the other party dares to take action, someone will come to deal with him. Hase-kun, then say goodbye. We have the chance to meet again."

"goodbye."

The two said goodbye, and Hasegawa Ryosuke drove into the dark street. Perhaps because he was worried, he turned his head after driving for a distance, and a light of a car light passed in an instant.

Izuda Takashi was moved.

The scene they performed today is for each other to see. The truly wise hunters all appear in the shape of prey. Now the bait and poison have been put down, just waiting for the son-in-law to bite the hook.

On the other side, Lao Dou walked towards the city along the road in front of the coffee shop. He turned around and observed from time to time on the road to confirm whether there were any followers, and finally got into a small alley.

"Da...da...da..."

The sound of the palm nails and bluestone collisions of the soles of leather shoes floating in the quiet alley. The residents on both sides had long closed their doors and turned off the lights, and only the moon in the sky projected hazy moonlight.

Suddenly, Lao Dou, who was walking, stopped slowly and looked back at the back. A sneaky black shadow quickly shrank back, leaving a striking projection on the wall behind him.

Seeing this scene, he sighed helplessly. When he turned his head, he deliberately slowed down his movements, and almost shouted a prompt, why didn't the target hide?

This kind of tracking level is probably worse than that of the police in the police station. I don’t know what the Japanese think. Letting such a person serve as the deputy minister of the intelligence department is purely a birthday boy who eats arsenic and seeks death.

The question is what to do now. The other party was clearly exposed. He pretended to see nothing, or was he trying to get out of it so as not to alarm the enemy. He had to make a choice as soon as possible.

In the flash, Lao Dou decided to continue fishing. With the other party's professional level, he might not know that he had been discovered. If he wanted to deal with the waste, he had to think about it with the waste's psychology.

Thinking of this, this operation should be carried out by Xu Enzeng and the agents headquarters. With their rich experience in making mistakes, they can definitely fight each other and make the plan appear more realistic.

"hehe."

Thinking of this, Lao Dou smiled gently, and naturally slowed down. He also had fewer counter-tracking actions. He thoughtfully created opportunities for the target, for fear of scaring the other party away.

Ten minutes later, when his waist was stared at by a hard thing, he thought to himself that he had finally arrived, otherwise it would have been dawn, but on the surface, he immediately raised his hands and performed a French military salute for the future.

"Brother, don't be impulsive. The wallet is in the right pocket. I don't have weapons. You can leave after you take the money. I promise not to call the police station. As long as no one is killed, the police station will not care about this."

Lao Dou kept talking in her mouth, and quietly turned her right hand on her head. The dial that was polished on her wrist reflected a faint light, which was very conspicuous in the darkness.

"Shut up, what is your relationship with Hasegawa Ryosuke? What did you say to that white man at the coffee shop? Say it quickly, otherwise you will be killed with one shot." Takaki Izuda said viciously with his pistol.

"This... I don't know what you are talking about. I just went for a cup of coffee. I don't know Hasegawa Ryosuke and the white people, my friend. I have a little bit of thin air in the local hall. I can't escape if you kill me."

Lao Dou stumbled for a moment, immediately denied the other party’s problem, and then said harshly, and then continued: “You are still very young when you hear the sound, don’t go on the road of crime.

Besides, we are in the public concession, and being caught with armed robbery is the death penalty. When no one sees you, take the money away quickly. The money in your wallet is enough for you to live comfortably for a period of time."

Ioda Takashi was so happy. It was such a joke. He was a senior consulate official and would care about your 30-year-old melons and two-year-olds. The next second he skillfully took out his wallet from his pocket and put it in his pocket.

I've been here. I just happened to spend a lot of money with Hasegawa Ryosuke these days, just like I've made some extra money. Anyway, I'll have to search after I've asked for it later. This has nothing to do with money.

Holding his bulging wallet, he smiled and lifted the gun to the back of the other party's head: "I'll give you another last chance. I'll count down three. If you don't say it, go to die, three... two... one."

"Don't! I say, I say!"

Lao Dou panicked and said hurriedly: "I am the eyeliner of the Japanese Special High School. Hasegawa Ryosuke is the director of the Special High School. I followed his order to introduce the relevant information about the underground party in Shanghai to the white man.

The reason is that a large-scale gunfight occurred in Eliza Hospital a few days ago. The concession wanted to find out the murderer of the day. They came to me for this. Don’t kill me, I will be useful to you."

"Oh? Interesting."

Takaki Izuda asked with interest: "What's the use of being a small intelligence broker? I don't need to buy intelligence or sell intelligence. Can you help me get promoted and make a fortune?"

Lao Dou insisted on the railway line: "I don't have the ability to help people get promoted, but I can help you get rich. The concession is willing to spend 10,000 oceans to buy underground party heads. I know how to find those people."

"How many? How many do you say?"

Takaki Ioda's eyes turned red and asked twice in disbelief. Ten thousand oceans are not a decimal. No wonder that bastard Hasegawa Ryosuke spent money like money, and it turned out that he was selling information.

Baga!

Non-nationals die.

He was so envious and jealous. If he had known that there would be such a channel for making money, he would have been able to sell it. He had more top-secret information in his hands and could have been sold at a good price.

Hearing the question of the gunman behind him, Lao Dou chuckled and said, "Friend, you heard it right, it's just ten thousand oceans. This is not a particularly large number in the intelligence market. So, can we talk about it?"

Takaki Izuda did not hesitate at all, and immediately poked his back with a gun: "Tell me how to cooperate. If I can't satisfy me, this is your burial place. I will do what I say.

Also, what I want is big money. Do you understand, at least you can make thousands of oceans. Hasegawa Ryosuke is just the head of the department. I can provide information that is more advanced than him, and even information from Tokyo."

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Chapter completed!