Early the next morning, Mingcheng gave Wen Gu his address and pass and went to work. After breakfast, Wen Gu's brother and sister told Ming Lou that they wanted to go shopping in Shanghai.
Ming Jing has to deal with company matters today, so there is no way to accompany them.
The weather today is not very good. The sky is overcast and it seems like it will rain heavily soon. The few pedestrians on the street are in a hurry.
The brother and sister Wen Gu changed out of their dresses and put on ordinary cotton clothes. They walked slowly and leisurely on the streets of Huajie. They were incompatible with the whole environment.
However, they are small and not very tall. Even if someone notices them, they will just think of them as idle gangsters. After all, there are too many people like them in Shanghai!
Taking the passes given by Mingcheng, the two easily passed through the checkpoint set by the Japanese in the concession and entered the public concession.
Fuqiang Hotel was opened by foreigners. It is well decorated and the restaurant has delicacies from various countries. Therefore, foreigners in Shanghai like to stay here.
Although the house prices are relatively expensive, the people who come out to work are intelligence personnel from various countries, and the funds are still relatively sufficient. Even if you run out of money, you can still survive by selling information that your country does not need.
After the Wen Gu brothers and sisters came in, they saw foreigners with various appearances. Some of them looked up at them, and then lowered their heads when they saw that they were not the ones they wanted to wait for.
The two ordered a cup of coffee and sat down against the wall. Wenxin took out the newspaper she bought on the way and read it. In fact, she had been observing the movements of the entire restaurant.
"Brother, the two people at the fifth table on the left are from White Bear, and they are talking about the visitor!
In addition, there is a kid at the third table on the left. I don’t know what he is here for? "
Wen Gu raised his head and looked around the restaurant, then lowered his head and said to Wen Xin: "Keep an eye on the two white bears first, and follow up later to take a look."
When they were paying attention to others, others were also paying attention to them. In the eyes of intelligence officers, anything unusual was considered strange.
But they found that after the two children sat down, they were either reading newspapers or drinking coffee, and there was no other activity at all.
At this time, a middle-aged Yanhuang man came over. He was in his 40s and dressed in ordinary clothes. He whispered: "You two, do you mind if I sit down?"
Wen Gu made a gesture of invitation, and the visitor sat down and said to Wen Gu, "I am Bao Bu'er. My friends here all call me Bao for inquiries.
If you two need help with anything, tell the manager, I will definitely be able to give you a satisfactory price! "
Wen Gu looked at Bao Buer's face and asked doubtfully, "How are you sure we are here for something? Besides, do you think we two look like rich people?"
Bao Buer pointed to the wooden string on Wen Xin's wrist and said, "If I'm not mistaken, this thing belongs to Tang. How can someone who can wear this thing have no money?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wenxin, who was looking down at the newspaper, suddenly raised his head. The moment Bao Buer came into contact with Wenxin's eyes, his heart jumped twice, as if the deepest secret in his heart had been seen through at a glance.
Wen Xin said with a half-smile, "Since you are so powerful, can you tell us the purpose of our coming here?"
Bao Buer was silent for a long time, and then he said, "It's me, Bao, who has a blind eye and doesn't recognize Taishan. I'm disturbing you two!"
"Sit down!" Wen Gu softly uttered two words, which sounded like thunder in Bao Buer's ears.
Bao Buer sat down tremblingly, cold sweat already covering his forehead, "Since you know everything, let me ask you,
Have any strange White Bear intelligence officers appeared in the Shanghai stock market in the past two days? "
Wen Gu found that they knew nothing about intelligence work, and the violence started relatively quickly.
Bao Buer had never encountered such a vicious person before. His heart was still beating at this moment. When he heard Wen Gu's question, he calmed down and thought for a long time before answering:
"No, there are only a few intelligence personnel in White Bear, and their focus is not here. No new faces have appeared in a year and a half!"
"Okay, you can go. If you have any news, you can call this number. The money will be yours." Wen Gu left the public phone on the street of Ming's house to him.
"You can also sell our information to others, but of course, you can't let us know!"
Bao Buer listened to Wen Gu's words with fear, and it wasn't until Wen Gu nodded that he pretended to be calm and left.
The brother and sister waited for another half an hour before the two White Bear intelligence officers got up and left. They waited for two minutes before following each other.
Wen Gu got into a rickshaw and followed him all the way. After more than 20 minutes, he saw this man entering a secluded courtyard.
Wen Gu carefully observed the surrounding situation and confirmed that there was no danger before walking towards the small courtyard.
Petrov, who had just returned to the room, took out the radio and was sending a telegram. He needed to know the specific time when the new intelligence personnel arrived.
He has been here for three years, and he never wants to live another day like this, so he keeps urging the new arrivals to arrive quickly.
There isn't much information about this ghost place, and even if there is anything related to the White Bear Country, there isn't much. No information means no money.
Who has ever thought about the life without money? Now that it was hard to find new personnel to replace him, he was anxious to know the specific itinerary.
After he finished sending the telegram, he suddenly discovered that there was another person in the room. He hurriedly took out his pistol and pointed it at Wen Gu.
"Who are you? Why are you in my room?"
Wen Gu looked at the Browning M1935 high-power pistol in Petrov's hand and smiled disdainfully.
"I bet you can't fire a gun, but it's a pity that I don't have a dollar with me!" Wen Gu's words seemed to be full of magic,
Petrov's back was completely wet. He wanted to shoot, but his finger on the trigger was as if he had lost consciousness.
He yelled angrily: "Who the hell are you?"
Wen Gu walked out of the shadows, sat on the chair in front of Petrov, and said calmly,
"If I were you, I would put down the gun. As a professional intelligence officer, you should understand that the gun in your hand can no longer protect you!"
Petrov put down his gun dejectedly, and his voice lost its vitality. He asked unwillingly, "Are you here to kill me?"
"Why do you ask that? Do I look like a murderer?" Wen Gu asked, spreading his hands.
Petrov was like a drowning man, desperately trying to grab a straw, "Aren't you here to kill me?"
"As long as you cooperate, I will not kill you, and I will also give you a sum of money so that you can live comfortably anywhere in the world!"
"Really? What do you need?"
"I want to know when the latest White Bear intelligence officer will arrive? Where will he enter the city? Where will you arrange for him to live?"
Wen Gu asked all the questions in one breath.
Petrov took a breath. What kind of information did the new intelligence officer come with? This was already the second person to inquire about this matter.
