"Looking at the king sleeping peacefully in the tent with his clothes on, I went out of the tent to let go of my sorrow. I took a step forward and stood in the wilderness. I looked up and saw the clear moonlight."
Early that morning, Ye Jinzhong walked out of his house humming a little tune and walked briskly on Zhongshan North Road. He seemed quite refreshed. As for the reason, he didn't know why.
That's not enough for outsiders.
In the distance, Wu Chunyang was sitting in the car with a telescope, monitoring this guy's every move, and sneered when he saw his proud look.
"Commander, is the target ready to go out? Do you want the brother pulling a rickshaw nearby to help you?" A small agent on the co-pilot asked in a low voice.
Wu Chunyang stared at Ye Jinzhong's actions and said, "It's not necessary. He passed four rickshaws without stopping. It's enough if there are people at the train station."
"Yes, Chief."
The little agent nodded. The target did not have a car or a bicycle. Apart from rickshaws and taxis, the only option was to take the urban train.
But while the two were talking, Ye Jinzhong turned off Zhongshan North Road and walked along a small street in the south. This was not the way to the train station.
Taking the urban train should go to the north of Zhongshan North Road, but now the goal is to go to the south, where there are only the US Consulate and a few small shops.
More importantly, according to their previous investigation of the surrounding area, this small street has only two entrances and exits. The consulate wall is to the east and the wasteland is to the west.
The situation is not right. This easily controlled environment is dangerous for intelligence personnel. Did Ye Jinzhong discover something and take anti-tracking actions?
Wu Chunyang narrowed his eyes: "Inform our people immediately to stay away from the alley exit. No one is allowed to act without my order. Go quickly."
"Yes, Chief."
The passenger's seat was against the wall. The little agent closed half of the car door and slipped out quietly. Then he gently closed the car door and got into the alley behind him.
Wu Chunyang started the car and drove forward for a while, and finally parked the car on the north side of Zhongshan North Road, observing the movement in the small street from a distance across the road.
Ye Jinzhong walked swaggering down the side street without suddenly turning back or stopping to observe. His behavior was very unusual and did not look like he was doing counter-tracking.
What the hell is this guy doing?
Although this person was extremely unprofessional, he also did anti-tracking when he came out of the Defa rice and grain store. Could it be that it was just a normal trip out today.
Wu Chunyang frowned, took out a map from his pocket, made a mark on it, and recorded the places where the target passed by as required.
No matter what kind of medicine this guy is selling in his gourd, first determine the trajectory of his actions. If necessary, these routes can be thoroughly searched.
While Wu Chunyang was recording the time, he was monitoring Ye Jinzhong with his peripheral vision, but just after writing a few strokes, he noticed that the other party had entered a shop in a small street.
He counted the order of the stores, opened the investigation record, and quickly confirmed that the store the target entered was a coffee shop opened by an American.
—Jere Coffee.
Juile Coffee Shop is located on the left side of the US Consulate, not far from the Foreign Guest Reception Office of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. The coffee beans sold are imported from South America and are expensive.
Therefore, the guests inside are either foreign guests or wealthy Xiaokai. As Ye Jinzhong's engineer, he can only be said to be barely qualified.
Come for coffee?
Wu Chunyang recalled Ye Jinzhong's information. He studied in Europe and it was normal to have the habit of drinking coffee, but he should not take it lightly.
He had to find someone to go in and take a look, but since he had met the target before, he could only find a new face. He thought for a moment and stretched his hand out of the car window to make a gesture.
There were many agents on standby around. When the unit chief gave the signal, two agents, a man and a woman, walked into the small street in an intimate manner.
Wu Chunyang also looked at the clothes of the two of them and found that they were high-end goods, so he was relieved. Otherwise, if the consumption level did not match the clothes, it would definitely arouse suspicion.
The sun rises slowly and the sunlight becomes stronger.
The waiting time is a bit unbearable, not to mention that when the weather is getting hotter, the agents squatting outside can still find shade, and the car is like a steamer.
Wu Chunyang's shirt was already soaked, and there was a military kettle on the passenger seat. He wiped the sweat from his forehead vigorously, looked out the window and then looked at his watch.
The close-in investigation has been going on for more than an hour, but no news has come out about what the target is doing inside or whether he has met anyone.
Such as his associates or offline.
In the case of the Puppet Manchukuo agent, so far there is only one clue, Ye Jinzhong. If other suspects can be found through him, the case will be easier to handle.
Wu Chunyang was watching, and suddenly felt that his eyes were a little blurry and his head was a little dazed. He shook his head subconsciously, but there was no improvement.
He knew that this was a sign of heat stroke, which was no joke, let alone when performing a mission, so he quickly picked up the water bottle to replenish some water.
After unscrewing the cap of the bottle, Wu Chunyang raised his head and took a big sip, but soon shook the bottle and smiled bitterly. Why did he drink so infrequently? It was really fatal.
He looked at the bright sun above his head and said to himself that the summer in Jinling was really not a place for people to stay. It is said that even the asphalt roads can be melted by the sun, let alone people.
He can only wait for the agent to replace him.
In order to prevent alerting the target, the manpower responsible for surveillance needs to be changed from time to time. When it is time to change shifts, he can take a breath.
But at this moment, a person walked out of the Juele Cafe. It seemed to be Ye Jinzhong. He walked back along the original path, looking very comfortable.
If he had a bird in his hand and two walnuts in his hand, he would look like a dandy. Unfortunately, this is Jinling, not Peiping of the previous dynasty.
Wu Chunyang's lips turned white. He held back vomiting and picked up the telescope. He looked at the other person's face first to prevent others from changing into the target's clothes and pretending to be the target.
No problem, it’s this guy Ye Jinzhong.
Wu Chunyang put down the telescope and rubbed his temples. The observation field here was very good and the light was sufficient. There was no way he could identify the wrong person.
Unless Ye Jinzhong has a twin brother.
Watching the other party walk towards his residence, and thinking about the surveillance records of the past two days, Wu Chunyang determined one thing. There was indeed something wrong with Ye Jinzhong's work.
He opened the surveillance record book, which contained Ye Jinzhong's specific itinerary for the past two days. There were only two lines, but it revealed a lot of information.
The first day: sleep, listen to the opera, and eat dumplings;
The next day: sleep, read, and eat dumplings;
It's not a year, a holiday, or a rest day. Which boss would allow employees to do this? Even if engineers don't need to watch in the power plant, it's not normal.
It seems that the section chief's feeling is correct. This job was arranged by the Japanese for Ye Jinzhong to cover his identity. This is a new clue.
But Jinling Power Plant is run by the British, and its top managers are also British. Why would they take risks and cooperate with Japanese intelligence agencies?
Was it bribed by the Japanese, or was the British intelligence agency involved? MI2 is very famous in the international intelligence community. Is there any trace of them in it?
Wu Chunyang thought for a while and watched Ye Jinzhong walk into the Qijiaqiao community, waiting for the men who were close to the investigation to come out. It would take a while for them to evacuate.
Half an hour later, two agents, a man and a woman, walked out cuddled together, got into a cooperating rickshaw, and drove towards the train station.
Wu Chunyang still did not act rashly until he confirmed that there were no surveillance personnel of the other party around, then he gritted his teeth and drove the car to the nearby meeting point.
He drove very slowly along the way, for fear of causing a car accident due to sudden coma. When he arrived at the meeting point, his agents were shocked when they saw him.
Wu Chunyang's face was pale and he was sweating profusely. He couldn't even open the car door. Upon seeing this, the agents swarmed up and took him out of the car.
"Chief? Chief, are you okay?"
"Put me down. I'm suffering from heatstroke. Just rest for a while. How's the investigation going at the power plant? There must be something wrong with the target's entry into the power plant."
Wu Chunyang clapped his hands, which reminded him of the safe spot shooting incident. At that time, he was also being carried around like this. This feeling was not very pleasant.
The little agent slowly put him down, and someone brought him salt water. The gathering point was well prepared, and there was naturally no shortage of salt water to wash the wounds and replenish his strength.
Wu Chunyang drank in small sips. This was what Corrie taught Ling Sanping. The accumulation of water in the body for a short period of time is not conducive to absorption and cannot relieve heatstroke.
Moreover, sweat will take away salt. If you drink a lot of water at this time, it will further reduce the salt concentration in the body and make the condition more serious.
Wu Chunyang drank some water and sat in the shade for a while. He felt much better. He immediately called the special agents investigating the power plant and asked about the case again.
The little agent opened the file: "Section Chief, we found the assistant manager of the power plant. This guy got into a fight with a customer at Zuihua Tower and was caught by the Jinling Police Station.
We met him at the guard. According to his confession, Ye Jinzhong entered the power plant as an associate manager, and the other party often collected money to do this for others. "
"Associate manager? Your position is not low."
Wu Chunyang frowned when he heard this: "This associate director is not Chinese, right? Have you checked this person's background? Does he have any connection with the Japanese?"
The little agent nodded: "Yes, this person's name is Sha Luxun, a British man, 59 years old, living near Sanpailou with his wife and three children.
According to the investigation, he had no interaction with the Japanese in Jinling. As for his situation in the UK or other places, it is still unclear. "
Speaking of this, he asked for instructions: "What should we do with the deputy manager? In order to get him to speak as soon as possible, we promised to let him go as long as he spoke."
"no!"
Wu Chunyang flatly refused: "Transferring this person here can satisfy his reasonable requirements, but we must not let him go. This matter is of great importance."
After saying that, he fell into thinking. Sha Luxun often paid people to help people enter the power plant. Could this be a disguise? He couldn't rush to a conclusion. He had to investigate slowly.
