Like Zhang Jianghe, Luo Bingkun cannot contact his upline directly. Instead, he has to pass news and intelligence through a traffic officer named Zhao Xi. Zhao Xi's public identity is that of a street vendor, but in fact he is an old underground party member in Chongqing's underground party organization who has been an intelligence agent for five years. Like Zhang Jianghe, Zhao Xi, codenamed Pigeon, once lost contact with his superiors. Therefore, Zhao Xi was re-appointed as a traffic officer between Luo Bingkun and the Chongqing underground party organization. The possibility of being exposed due to betrayal by a traitor has been reduced. lowest.
Luo Bingkun got up early in the morning. He was waiting for Zhao Xi to appear so that he could convey to the Chongqing underground party organization the circumstances that Zhang Jianghe had stated to him last night. At the same time, Zhao Xi carrying a load appeared in the street where Luo Ji was. The cries attracted several children, and a few pairs of hopeful eyes stared closely at the candy cubes and puppet masks in Zhao Xi's bag. Zhao Xi, who was surrounded by children, put down his bag at the street corner and took off his straw hat to wipe his sweat. Zhao Xi looked around, secretly observing what was going on around him.
As an old underground party member with rich experience as a traffic officer, Zhao Xi has always been very vigilant. After confirming that there was nothing strange around him, he took up the burden again, waving away the children around him, and walked into Luo Xi's house. Remember the street where the tavern is located. When Zhao Xi appeared at the street corner, Tang Cheng in the attic did not notice him immediately. However, when Zhao Xi appeared at the door of Luoji Tavern and exchanged a bag of peanuts for wine, Tang Cheng in the attic Then he noticed the salesman Zhao Xi.
Salesmen carrying burdens walking through the streets are not uncommon in Chongqing, and the customers of Luoji Tavern are civilians such as peddlers and lackeys. But when Zhao Xi exchanged peanuts for wine, the person who handed the bottle back to Zhao Xi happened to be Luo Bingkun, the tavern owner. Tang Cheng in the attic was condescending. Although he could not clearly hear what Luo Bingkun and Zhao Xi said when they handed over the wine bottles, Tang Cheng, who had opened the triple eyepiece, could clearly see what Luo Bingkun and Zhao Xi were saying when they handed back the wine. While filling the bottle, the tavern owner was indeed whispering something, and the peddler's expression also changed due to the tavern owner's words.
What he saw in front of him made Tang Cheng secretly curl his lips. If there was a problem with this Luo Ji Tavern, then this salesman also had a problem. Luo Bingkun and Zhao Xi, who were standing at the door of Luo Ji, had no idea at this time that there was a pair of eyes looking at them in the distance. They reached out to take the bottle filled with wine. Zhao Xi turned around and left. At this moment, Luo Bingkun Suddenly I felt as if someone was spying on me. Luo Bingkun, who was shocked, forced himself to calm down. While nodding happily to the familiar passers-by, he secretly paid attention to the left and right by lighting a cigarette.
The attic where Tang Cheng is located is about 20 meters away from Luo Ji Tavern, and there are windows in front of Tang Cheng. Even if Luo Bingkun has sharp eyesight, he cannot see Tang Cheng in the attic through the window. Zhao Xi, who had separated from Luo Bingkun, did not leave the street immediately while carrying the burden. Instead, he walked slowly and hawked the goods in the burden as usual. There was nothing unusual about it. After about half a cigarette, Tang Cheng, who came down from the attic, appeared at the intersection of the street. Zhao Xi, who was carrying a load, was almost at the intersection of the street at this time.
Tang Cheng, who was standing at the intersection of the street, had his back to the direction Zhao Xi was coming from. Although Tang Cheng was dressed in a short shirt at the moment, his slightly childish appearance made people lower their guard. Zhao Xi's eyes swept over Tangcheng. Like most people, Zhao Xi didn't feel there was anything wrong with Tangcheng. As people flowed through the street, Tang Cheng, who was carrying a bag of cooked food, was walking on the left side of the street, while Zhao Xi, who was carrying a load, was walking on the opposite side of the street.
Tang Cheng, who had already locked Zhao Xi with his system skills, kept walking in front of Zhao Xi without looking towards Zhao Xi at all. Even if Zhao Xi was an old underground party member with many years of experience, in this case, I will never be suspicious of Tangcheng. Having left the street where Luo Ji Tavern is located, Zhao Xi couldn't help but walk faster. What Luo Bingkun had just told him made Zhao Xi anxious, wishing he could rush to the transportation station to contact his superiors right away.
The traffic station that Zhao Xi was going to was an oil shop. The five people in the oil shop, including the boss, were all members of the Chongqing underground party. Zhao Xi is a salesman, but salesmen also need to eat oil, so Zhao Xi's appearance in the oil shop will not attract anyone's attention. Seeing Zhao Xi appearing at the door carrying a load, the shopkeeper of the oil shop coughed lightly, and immediately two guys from the oil shop walked out of the oil shop carrying their desks. It seemed that the two of them were going to pick sesame seeds and rapeseeds at the door of the oil shop, but in fact they were In order to stay outside the door to let the air flow.
Zhao Xi's load was left outside the door of the oil shop. When he walked into the oil shop, he saw that no other customers were present, so he pretended to discuss the price, leaned on the counter, and whispered to the shopkeeper of the oil shop. "I just received the news from the knife that there is a problem with the guests from Changsha. It is suspected to be related to Ma Guangfei, the office director who was newly transferred to Chongqing by the Central Government." As soon as Zhao Xi finished speaking, the face of the shopkeeper of the oil shop immediately changed. Just before Zhao Xi A quarter of an hour before Xi appeared, he had just received an order from his superiors, who decided to meet with visitors from Changsha today.
The shopkeeper of the oil shop, whose expression changed greatly, turned to look at the wall clock in the corner. At this time, there was only less than half an hour left before his superiors could meet with the visitor from Changsha. "Something bad is going to happen!" Zhao Xi couldn't help but change his expression when he learned about this. "When Zha Dao delivered the news to me, he also specifically said that the news about the people coming from Changsha is absolutely true and has been confirmed. Immediately. Inform your superiors and you must be quick. If you are late, there will be big problems." As soon as Zhao Xi finished speaking, the shopkeeper of the oil shop quickly came out from behind the counter.
"You leave immediately and come back here in two days. If you don't see a contact mark on the wall to the left of the door when you come, it means that I have been exposed." There was a trace of determination in the expression of the shopkeeper of the oil shop, and he just hurriedly told Zhao After saying a few words of joy, he carried a cloth bag and walked out of the oil shop ahead of Zhao Xi. Zhao Xi had no choice but to go out and carry the burden in the opposite direction according to the instructions from the shopkeeper of the oil shop.
The worried shopkeeper of the oil shop found the phone, but no one answered the phone. The shopkeeper of the oil shop, who was at a loss what to do, immediately decided to rush to the meeting point. According to the original meeting plan of the Chongqing underground party, the oil shop should have sent people to serve as peripheral support. . The pistol in the cloth bag was heavy, and the shopkeeper of the oil shop who was walking quickly was already a little panicked. There was only the last block left before the meeting point. The shopkeeper of the oil shop, who was already out of breath, accidentally bumped into a young man.
"Oops! I'm sorry! Are you okay?" The oil shop owner staggered and almost fell down. Fortunately, the young man who bumped into him had quick hands and eyes and helped the oil shop owner. Amid the young man's repeated apologies, the shopkeeper of the oil shop, who was rushing to the meeting place, just said it was okay and strode across the street to join the crowd. Song Guitian still appeared in the teahouse at the agreed time. There were already many action members of the Central Government scattered inside and outside the teahouse.
When he saw that familiar face appearing outside the teahouse door, the shopkeeper of the oil shop was still some distance away from the teahouse door. Just when he was about to risk his life and open his mouth to shout a warning, "Pah! Pah! Pah!" But suddenly he heard three gunshots behind him. The shocked shopkeeper of the oil shop had already put his right hand into the cloth bag to take out the gun when he crouched down. However, his expression immediately became more horrified because the pistol he had put into the cloth bag was missing. There was no trace of it, but it was replaced by half a brick.
When gunshots were heard, the street where the teahouse was located was filled with passers-by shouting and running. Chongqing underground party members who came to meet at the teahouse also immediately turned and left. In the teahouse where Song Guitian was, there was also a chaotic scene. The few Zhongtong action team members disguised as tea guests were relatively calm, but among the other action team members who were deployed in the street outside, there were already some He took out his gun and lost track of his whereabouts.
When he saw someone suddenly pull out a gun in the street, the shopkeeper of the oil shop who had just thrown away the half of bricks was secretly grateful for the three gunshots that had just occurred. As the flow of people was blocked at the street entrance, the shopkeeper of the oil shop, who was secretly glad that he had nothing illegal on him, recalled the whole process after he left the oil shop. It seemed that the only time in the whole process was when he collided with people at the street entrance. omissions. Recalling the vague impression of the young man, the shopkeeper of the oil shop secretly wondered why the other party wanted to take away only his pistol!
If the other party is one of our own, why don't we communicate directly with ourselves? But if the other party was not one of our own, why did he just take away his pistol in the cloth bag? When he saw the person in front of him being searched one by one by the gunman who appeared on the street, the shopkeeper of the oil shop suddenly realized that the young man who took the pistol seemed to have done him a big favor. After the gun was gone from the oil shop owner's cloth bag, only IOUs, paper and pens were left. Since no prohibited items were found, he was quickly let go by the gunman who stopped and searched him.
"I don't know what's going on! But now that I think about it, that person should be a friend rather than an enemy, otherwise he wouldn't have to take away my pistol at all. It's just that when he stopped and checked at the street corner, I wouldn't be able to go smoothly. Get away." After meeting with his superiors, the strange experience of the oil shop manager surprised everyone present. "I now suspect that the three gunshots fired at that time might have been caused by the person who took away what I robbed."
Although the oil shop shopkeeper's inference did not have enough evidence to support it, several people present could not find any other possibility, especially the person who was responsible for contacting him. He was even more grateful for the three sudden gunshots. "Anyway, there must be something wrong with this guy from Changsha. After the gunshots were fired, I saw with my own eyes people with guns appearing outside the teahouse one after another. After the gunshots were fired, passers-by were stopped and searched at the intersections on both sides. The gun-holders who were inspected, those who held the guns should be from Zhongtong."
