After Zhou Wen discussed the detailed plan of the operation with the British military attache Colonel Gregg and Chen Weiwen at the British Legation, he hurriedly drove back to Shanghai with Zhang Xiaoping overnight without even returning home.
In the early morning of January 21, Zhou Wen held an emergency high-level meeting in the conference room on the second floor of the Zhou Mansion at No. 75 Jisi Feier Road.
In the conference room, Zhou Wen, Miaohua, Zhao Xiaojin, Zhang Xiaoping, Xu Dacheng, etc. all looked solemn and gathered around a map of Siam to analyze the situation.
"Scholar, this mission is not easy. Killing a few people is a trivial matter. I'm just worried about how we can retreat safely." Miaohua said with a frown.
"Yes! The main reason is that in other people's countries, we don't understand the language and are unfamiliar with the place. We have to rely on others for everything including the retreat route, transportation, etc. If any link goes wrong, we will be on the run." Zhao Xiaojin agreed.
Zhou Wen knew that what they told was the truth, and he also knew that this matter was too dangerous. If he was not careful, the entire team would be trapped in Siam.
He thought for a moment and said seriously: "We cannot pin all our hopes of retreat on the British's response. We also need to have a backup plan."
According to the plan he agreed with Colonel Gregg at the embassy, after the assassination was successful, he would rush to Bangkok Port, and the British would arrange a fishing boat to take Zhou Wen and the others to the open sea, and then board the British warship that came to rescue them on the high seas. , and then return directly to Shanghai.
This plan is not complicated and is very feasible.
You know, once Zhou Wen and the others kill the head of the military government and several important subordinates, the entire Siam will inevitably fall into chaos. Even though there were Siamese military police searching the streets for the killer, with Zhou Wen and his team's ability, they were still very confident in safely evacuating to the port.
Judging from the map, the Bangkok port is only about 20 kilometers away from the city center. As long as the assassination team is not exposed, everyone can reach the port within two hours even by running on two legs.
With the capabilities of the British intelligence agency, it is not technically difficult to arrange for a fishing boat to wait in Bangkok Port. As for the British warship to meet on the high seas, it is extremely simple. It only needs to set off from Yangon two days in advance and pass through The radio station will be able to respond.
But Zhou Wen never had a good impression of the British and didn't believe in their behavior.
Therefore, he had to consider a backup plan, a plan that would allow him to escape if the British did not keep their promises.
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Even in the winter when everything in China is dry and freezing, Siam, a country with a tropical monsoon climate, is still full of green flowers and bright sunshine.
This afternoon, at the bustling fishery wharf of Bangkok Port, the sea breeze blew slowly with a fishy smell. Along with the sea breeze came countless returning fishing boats. On the pier, there were constantly shouting fishing boats leaning against the wooden bridge of the pier, carrying buckets and baskets of catch onto the pier.
The fishermen who had harvested a lot had unstoppable smiles on their faces, and they greeted the people around them loudly, calling on their friends to help carry the fish. Those who had gained less had expressions of frustration and a hint of shame, silently carrying the few catches in the barrels and walking towards the market on the pier with their heads lowered.
In the midst of this hustle and bustle, a somewhat dilapidated large boat quietly docked at a slightly remote shore, and seven or eight people dressed as fishermen got off the boat one after another. Carrying wooden buckets and baskets, they also walked towards the market.
Enthusiastic fishermen kept greeting them on the road and asked about the catch. The first person responded in Siamese, while the others lowered their heads and remained silent, looking like their harvest was not good. He looks embarrassed to say hello to people.
When several people came to the market, they did not go into the market to sell fish, but walked towards a truck that had already been parked on the roadside.
The truck driver who was squatting on the side of the road smoking a cigarette saw his eyes flashing brightly when he saw the man in front of him. He quickly stamped out the cigarette butt, then took a hand crank directly from the truck and went to the front of the truck to start the truck.
Amidst the hum of the engine, the fisherman who seemed to be the leader got directly into the passenger seat of the truck, while the others moved all the barrels and baskets in their hands onto the truck, and then they also got on the truck and lifted the roof of the truck. A tattered tarp with several big holes in it was pulled up. Not long after, the classic truck was puffing out thick smoke and swaying onto the dirt road.
At this time, the truck driver greeted the leader next to him in Siamese: "No, Sawadika, Sucha, is everything going well?"
"Well, it went well. How many days have you been waiting?"
"You just arrived yesterday. After receiving your last telegram, the boss estimated that you should arrive yesterday or today."
This leader is the bodyguard and secretary of Siamese special envoy Chen Weiwen, and the fishermen behind him are naturally Zhou Wen and members of his action team.
At this time, two weeks have passed since Zhou Wen and Chen Weiwen's first meeting, and the time has come to February 5th.
While Sucha was communicating with the truck driver, Zhou Wen in the truck compartment was looking out through the holes in the tarpaulin.
He had been to Siam many times in his previous life, when he was a mercenary, and he also liked to come to Bangkok, a city known as a man's paradise, to enjoy himself. But the primitive and backward suburbs of Bangkok today are completely different from the memories of my previous life. It feels like two different worlds.
After watching for a while, Zhou Wen withdrew his gaze with some lack of interest, turned to Miao Hua beside him and said, "How do you feel?"
Miaohua curled her lips and said, "Apart from the hot weather and dense vegetation, it's no different from our countryside."
"There is still a difference. Didn't you see that their houses are all made of wood and bamboo, and they are all elevated, which looks fresh. I'm a little confused, why don't they have a house to live in downstairs? Too much It's a waste." Xu Dacheng wiped the beads of sweat from his head, but his mouth was not idle.
Zhou Wen said with a smile: "Southeast Asia is a tropical rainforest area, and there is almost no winter. We are here at the right time. The weather is not too hot. If it comes in April or May, it will be extremely hot. The rainy season here is relatively long. , the air and the ground are relatively humid, so ordinary people raise their houses to prevent water and moisture."
"Senior brother, why do you feel like you know everything? You've never been to Siam, how do you know this?" Zhang Xiaoping asked with admiration and confusion.
Zhou Wen smiled inwardly.
Hehe, you don’t know that your senior brother and I have been in Southeast Asia for many years in my previous life. I have tasted countless beauties from Siam, Laos, Vietnam, and Myanmar. How can I not know this common sense?
