As long as the little devil falls into the trap, these two people will no longer be trustworthy. On the other hand, of course there is no problem.
When I got home, I had a nice meal with Lu Xiaoya, and I was even a little...evil!
When Fan Keqin came to the field team the next day, he called Lao Qi directly to his office. After throwing away a cigarette as usual, Fan Keqin said: "How is the freight company running? The Japanese and puppets are not looking for trouble, are they?" "
Lao Qi took a puff of cigarette and said: "No, we usually transport normal goods unless necessary. By now, we are familiar with several of the traps in the Japanese and puppet-occupied areas. Just throw some cigarettes to them if you have nothing to do. The inspection of wine and other things is relatively loose. Sometimes even when the goods are small, just take a look and that's it."
Fan Keqin said: "Well, that's good. Help me transport some things to Shanghai. You don't have to make a special trip. When there is goods, you can just run as usual. About when?"
"It will only take two days." Lao Qi said: "The freight company has already collected some goods that are bound for Shanghai. Once a batch is collected, we will leave soon."
Fan Keqin said: "Okay, I will give you the things within two days. That's it, you go ahead."
"Yes." Lao Qi put out his cigarette, turned around and walked out of the office. Fan Keqin immediately walked out and said hello to Zhuang Xiaoman. If anyone came to see him, he would write down something first. Then we went directly to the General Affairs Office warehouse that turned out from the corridor.
The door of this warehouse is safer than a prison cell. The door is not big, just like a normal door. The entire fan is made of metal, that is, the upper part is a mesh formed by steel bars. In the middle of the door, horizontally like the front of the large drawer, there is a free opening for passing things.
The current General Affairs Office of the Security Bureau is very good, and Sun Guoxin personally serves as the general affairs office. Of course, as the director, he cannot focus all his energy on the General Affairs Office every day, so the daily work is managed by the chief of the Finance Department.
Seeing that there was no one in the warehouse, Fan Keqin said: "Did the director say hello to you?"
"Yes." The administrator inside said: "Let the lower-ranking officials fully cooperate with you."
"Yeah." Fan Keqin said, "Do you have the key to the evidence room?"
"Uh... Yes, yes." The administrator said, "However, Director Fan, the evidence in the evidence room must be certified by the Legal Department..." Just as he said this, he suddenly realized something, snap. Xiao slapped himself in the face and said with a smile: "Look at me, I am stupid here every day. Don't blame me."
"Yes." Fan Keqin said: "Bring me a leather box with the number C002...or 003."
It is said that the Legal Affairs Office has its own evidence room, but there are still quite a lot of evidences. They can just save them in a file. The specific items still have to be placed in a separate area in the Security Bureau's warehouse.
After a while, the administrator came back and handed a suitcase through the opening. Fan Keqin took it, opened the cover to himself, looked at it, closed it, and said: "Bring me twenty...thirty rounds of German Type 98 rifle bullets."
"Yes." The administrator was faster this time and took out a cardboard box of bullets and handed it to Fan Keqin.
Fan Keqin whispered: "What I took, you are not allowed to tell anyone except the bureau chief. Otherwise, without me, the bureau chief will deal with you personally. Do you understand the seriousness of this matter?"
"I understand." The administrator said, "I understand. Don't worry, you have never been here at all."
"Yes." Fan Keqin agreed, without further delay, turned back to the office and took out a map of Shanghai. Study in detail.
I kept using tools such as rulers and compasses to measure the distances in some places inside. However, this is only a rough idea. Fortunately, he has been to Shanghai several times and his memory is good. However, based on the circumstances in his memory, there must be deviations. However, there is also an issue of fault tolerance, so Fan Keqin feels that there is still no problem.
Putting down the map, Fan Keqin opened the suitcase. Inside was the German Type 98 rifle with a quadruple scope that he had modified that the professional assassin had used to assassinate him last time.
Fan Keqin first checked all parts of the gun and found that there was still no problem. He wiped it carefully with cotton cloth, and then pulled a few pieces of white paper and pencils from the side. Looking at this gun, he seemed stunned.
But after a while, he started drawing on the paper. First, he drew an exploded view, including the butt, barrel, hammer, etc.
He wasn't very good at drawing, but he could still tell what it was. In addition, this picture is only used as a reminder for myself and will not be shown to others. So it doesn't matter at all.
Follow him and use a pencil to mark the place where the two sides of the trigger guard connect. Then he marked the curved trigger, then drew a scissor on the side, and drew a small stick-like thing on one side of the arrow, and on one end of the small stick, he drew several Curved circles. Then he marked it next to it and said: Tapping.
Fan Keqin drew dotted lines on all the wooden parts except the gun butt. Then he used a ruler to cut two lines across the trapezoidal gun butt, and painted all of it with dotted lines except for the middle part.
Then, he also marked the lever of the gun bolt. Following the details, I picked up the picture again, looked at it carefully, and checked every part I drew. Sometimes I would compare them with the actual objects in the box, look back and forth, and even pick them up to make gestures and measure them.
After modifying two places, Fan Keqin took another piece of paper, compared it with the previous one, and began to draw carefully. A drawing was formed that only he could understand.
Finally, Fan Keqin took the new drawing again and checked it in detail against the actual object. After finding that there was nothing wrong with it, he put the drawing in his inner pocket. Then he pressed the buzzer and said: "Xiaoman, help me find an ordinary suitcase. If you don't have one, buy one for me and send it to my office."
Zhuang Xiaoman replied: "Understood."
Fan Keqin picked up the phone again and dialed a number. After being connected, he said: "Hello! Hello, help me find Dr. Lu Suiyun... Dad... Hey! It's me... I want to ask you something, is there a doctor in your hospital?" That new type of mercury thermometer?... Yes, that's great, help me get a few... Well, five or six will be enough... Okay, I'll go get them later.... Hey, bye. "
After putting down the phone and waiting for a cigarette, Zhuang Xiaoman came into the room and brought him an ordinary suitcase, and then walked out again.
