Chapter 1204 A blow to the head (Happy May Day) A few days later, at the shadow agency surveillance point opposite "Zhicheng Company", angry little spies were staring at the target, and the room was quiet. Suddenly, someone whispered that target No. 1 had moved, and everyone immediately cheered up, taking photos, and recording. On the side of the road, Shancheng City Wei Shuji Lao Peng lifted up the front of his long coat and put a sliding pole on it, and disappeared after a moment. The agents did not follow. They recorded the situation and continued to act as human cameras to monitor the activities of Zhicheng Company. This job was almost not difficult. It is precisely because the difficulty is not high that Dai Chunfeng can safely let a group of novices carry out the task. Otherwise, if these students alone want to keep an eye on experienced underground party intelligence personnel, it is better to be more realistic in dreams, and everything is possible in dreams. "How long do you think we have to keep watching?" one of the little agents suddenly said. "It's almost time. The bureau boss said on the phone yesterday that we should stand up for the last post. I think we are not far away from closing the network." someone speculated. When the team leader in charge of the surveillance point heard the discussion, his eyes immediately widened and he warned them sternly not to talk too much, let alone guess the commander's intentions. The little spies smiled and closed their mouths, scolding each other **** in their hearts. Isn't it just to be a team leader? Everyone is a student, what's so great about it.

 “Ding-deng-deng!”  “Open the door! Open the door quickly!” Suddenly, the door of the surveillance point was slammed hard, and someone shouted loudly outside the door. Judging from the noisy footsteps, there must be a lot of people. The team leader looked ugly. As he walked towards the door, he motioned to others to put away the items related to the mission, and at the same time secretly prayed that the people outside were not underground parties. In order to avoid being exposed, there are no weapons at the surveillance point. If the underground party comes to cause trouble, they can only fight with their bare hands. The door opened with a creaking sound. Before the team leader could speak, a group of police officers in police uniforms rushed in, pointing their long and short guns directly at the agents in the room. "What are you doing? What is the purpose of gathering here? Please bring out your documents." The leading police sergeant pushed the barrel of his hat against the brim of his hat. He looked at the team leader with his triangular eyes, then at the few agents dressed as literary men next to him, and asked. MD, these stinking patrols, if their identities were not disclosed, I would have to deal with you. The team leader cursed in his heart, took out his ID and handed it to the other party, and with a smile, he started to explain according to the words he had planned for a long time. "Sir, we are from the Preparatory Office of Shancheng Trading Co., Ltd., and I am the person in charge of the Preparatory Office. This is the permission issued by the Ministry of the Interior and the Police Department and my ID. Please take a look."  The triangle eyes were startled, and he raised his hand to stop the police who were about to search. He reached out to take the permit and documents and looked at them carefully.  After looking over and over for a long time, he couldn't find any flaws. The handwriting, the signature of the chief, and the secret code were all correct. These outsiders had no way of knowing and they couldn't forge them. Looking at the large seal of the Ministry of the Interior on the permit, he thought to himself with triangular eyes that it was bad. He sent the things back with both hands and apologized, saying that someone reported that there were suspicious people nearby and they had to make a trip. The team leader didn't care. After taking back his ID, he waved his hand magnanimously and sent the policemen 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 with this little matter. Two people will be left behind later, and the rest will be moved to the No. 2 surveillance point." He acted very cautiously, fearing that the police would tell the story and arouse the target's suspicion, so he decisively activated a new surveillance point. No wonder he became the team leader. The agents agreed with a bang, immediately packed up their equipment and files, and then divided into two teams. One team dispersed to the backup surveillance point, and the other team pretended to be members of the so-called preparatory team and continued working. After a few minutes, several hurried figures crossed the busy road, entered another building one after another, and then locked the door.

In the confectionery shop on the street corner, Zuo Zhong, who had a mustache and gold-rimmed glasses, stood in front of the counter, watching the scene through the glass window with his peripheral vision, and slowly turned his head. Through these few days of observation and using methods such as calling the police and tracking, he had roughly figured out Dai Chunfeng's plan for Wei in Shancheng City. More than 100 agents and a dozen surveillance points formed a huge surveillance network, completely surrounding the mountain city Wei. An operation of this scale is rare even in the military command headquarters. After buying some assorted candies, Zuo Zhong left from the back door of the fruit shop, preparing to return to the safe house to complete the next plan. That day he learned that Linjiangmen was visited by Guo Party agents, so he telegraphed the northwest to inform comrades in Shancheng Wei that Lao Pu had rebelled!  Subsequently, he followed Dai Chunfeng to Liuyichun, further confirming this guess, and thus found Lao Pu's secret destination. Compared to Lao Dai's guards, Lao Pu was more difficult to deal with. He almost discovered him several times. He was worthy of being Deputy Secretary Wei of Shancheng City 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 has access to a large amount of top-secret intelligence, which will cause no less harm than the person in charge of the red team who defected to the enemy. Back at the safe house, Zuo Zhong lay on the bed with his hands crossed and his head on his head, looking at the beams in deep thought. The light outside the window was getting darker and darker.  Early the next morning, Zuo Zhong sent a telegram to Northwest, requesting help from other independent intelligence groups, and then went out to Lao Pu's location. A few more days passed in this way, and there were still three days before the northwest correspondent arrived in the mountain city. In the alley near Miss Li's residence, a group of slider bearers surrounded two people, and everyone was smiling. “Remember what I just said, there will be benefits after the work is completed. Anyone who receives money and does not do the work will be responsible for the consequences!” One of the two men handed out money to the bearers, and at the same time gave a stern warning. Considering the scars on his face, he was not easy to mess with at first sight.  The other person also looked around with indifferent eyes, and there was a bulge in his waist, obviously he had a dick. The bearers nodded their heads and promised that they would comply with the requirements. If anyone dared to play tricks, they would clear the door without the other party taking action. Although bearers of sedan chairs are not considered standard Jianghu children, when making a living on the street, they must keep their word and not show off. In the blink of an eye, the bearers who took the money dispersed, and the two people who handed out the money took to the street carrying the slide pole to solicit customers. The shadow agency agents hundreds of meters away were unaware of this.  The next morning. With his face pale and still coughing, Lao Pu walked out of Ms. Li's residence. After taking two steps, he stopped to take a deep breath, and then looked helplessly at both ends of the street, preparing to call the slide pole as usual. These days, he stayed here every night, intoxicated in the gentle countryside and enjoying himself. However, his body couldn't bear it. After all, he was old and had injuries on his body. Lao Pu stood on the side of the road for a few minutes, looking down at his watch, then standing on tiptoes and looking around. There was not a single sliding pole that could be seen everywhere in the past. After waiting for a long time, he was anxious and just about to leave on foot when he saw a sliding pole slowly coming out of the alley next door, so he quickly stopped the bearer, sat on it and reported his address. This address is neither Lao Pu’s home nor Zhicheng Company, but a lively market.  The market is crowded with people and is a very suitable transit point. It can be seen that even if he comes out to have fun, Lao Pu has not lost the vigilance that an intelligence officer should have. The bearer in the front responded, picked up the pole and ran forward. From time to time, he used a trumpet with a Jiangbei accent to notify the bearers behind him to turn around and get on the bridge.  Lao Pu listened to a few words, and then observed the bearer's clothing and movements. After making sure that there was no problem, he lay down on the backrest to rest, occasionally turning his head to check behind him. 　　After working hard all night, coughing, and the swaying sliding pole made Lao Pu drowsy, but he finally managed not to fall asleep because of his willpower. Seeing that there was only one hilltop away from the market, he slowly closed his eyes and did not notice that the bearer then changed to a less traveled path.  “A line ahead (the road ahead is flat and there are no people).”

The bearer in the front shouted something in a low voice, and the bearer in the rear immediately replied.  “The horse can run well and shoot arrows.” After shouting, the bearer at the rear who had his head lowered suddenly raised his head, pulled out a wooden stick as thick as an arm from the bottom of the slide pole, and hit Lao Pu **** the head.  “Bang!”  Lao Pu was hit so hard in an instant that stars appeared in his eyes, and his consciousness became blurred. Just when he tried to struggle, he was hit again by a stick, and then he felt pain in his neck and passed out completely. Seeing that he had lost the ability to resist, the bearer in front pulled the syringe from Lao Pu's neck, took out a steel wine bottle, unscrewed the cap, and sprinkled all the wine on Lao Pu.  During this period, the bag that Lao Pu was carrying fell to the ground and a glass bottle rolled out from it. The bearer in front narrowed his pupils when he saw it. He hesitated for a few seconds and bent down to put the bottle away. After doing this, the two bearers shouted "touch down" and the other shouted "stabilize", raised the slide pole again and set off, but the destination was changed to another place. Police agents along the way saw the three of them and did not become suspicious. They thought they were some hungover drunkard returning home. They watched helplessly as the most important fruit party mole after the leader of the red team was carried away. At about nine o'clock in the morning, the sliding pole carried Lao Pu into a dilapidated earth temple, placed the sliding pole in the center of the room, and the two bearers left without looking back.  “Thumbtack, let’s separate here.”  “Sir, please be safe.” "good." At the intersection, Ling Sanping and Francois Huang, whose faces were disguised, exchanged code names for a few words before returning to Renxin Hospital and the business separately. On the way back, Ling Sanping looked thoughtful. The bottle just now seemed familiar. After thinking about it for a while, he decided to report the matter to Northwest. For a long time, there was a rustling sound in the quiet Tutu Temple, but the old cattail on the sliding pole did not move at all, and I don't know where the sound came from. Finally, as a burst of dust fell, Zuo Zhong jumped down from the beam. Looking at the completely unconscious target, he took out a sack and covered it with him. The sun is hanging high outside the door, and the sunlight shines into the house through the grille. The clay sculpture of Earth God sits high on the altar, with light and dark interlaced, and the originally compassionate expression becomes a bit ferocious. —  Shancheng New Year Party Cinema. Shen Dongxin, the secretary-general of the Central Unification Committee, was sitting in a private room, lighting a cigarette and looking directly at the screen. Not long after, the voice of Meng Ting, director of the Intelligence Department, came from behind him. “Qingshan, do you have an urgent mission?” Meng Ting sat down next to him and asked in a low voice. The light and shadow projected by the projector kept flashing behind the two of them. A silent comedy was playing on the curtain, and the clumsy protagonist made the other audience laugh.   Shen Dongxin nodded after hearing this and continued to look forward. His expressionless face moved his mouth slightly, conveying the latest order from his superiors. "Yuchang, my hometown has given me a few addresses. You can find a way to provide them to Xu Enzeng. Just tell them that there is an underground party inside. You must let the other party arrest people today without exposing yourself." Meng Ting thought for a moment and nodded vigorously. Xu Enzeng is so happy that this matter is not difficult to do. All he needs to do is make an anonymous reporting phone call. But he never expected that after passing through the northwest, Deputy Director Xu's thoughts would undergo some strange changes, and the plan did not go as smoothly as he and his "superiors" imagined.  (The case is not over yet, the clue is somewhere in the text)

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