3:30 p.m.
Xuanwu Lake is at the peak of its passenger flow. There are many cruise ships on the lake, shuttling back and forth, carrying tourists from all over the country to visit Jinling's number one scenic spot. The cool breeze of late summer and early autumn makes people drowsy.
Among them, a small boat rowed slowly and leisurely in the waters of Wuzhou Park. The so-called Wuzhou was just that someone named the five small islands accumulated in the lake with the names of the five continents.
It can be regarded as keeping up with the international trend.
This small boat is only five or six meters long and more than one meter wide. It was originally a fishing tool for fishermen in the lake. After Jinling was established as the capital of the Republic of China, fishing in Xuanwu Lake was banned, so the fishermen changed their profession and became boatmen.
There were only two people on the boat, an old man and a middle-aged man. They had different expressions. The old man held a big pipe in his mouth and paddled leisurely, while the middle-aged man looked anxious.
"Master, can you hurry up? When I ordered your boat, you patted your chest and assured that your boat is famous for being fast. Why are we still wandering around Wuzhou Island after more than an hour?"
I am really in a hurry to go to Guojiagou on the north shore. In this way, in addition to the agreed one-yuan boat fare, I will add another one yuan. Please row faster. I will definitely have another big thank you when we get to the shore. "
The middle-aged man finally couldn't help it. After the boat slowly stopped again, he immediately expressed his dissatisfaction to the old boatman, then took out a banknote from his wallet and handed it to him.
It's not that he is easy to talk to, but that he must leave Jinling as soon as possible. As long as he can achieve this goal, it doesn't matter if he spends a little more money. The worst he can do is kill this hateful old man when he reaches the shore.
The old boatman's eyes lit up when he saw the banknotes, and he immediately reached out to grab it and put it into his pocket. He then took out a bag of stuff from the cabin at his feet and threw it at the middle-aged man's feet. He started selling it as he opened his mouth.
"Sir, these dried shrimps and whitebait are really good things. They are not expensive. They only cost one yuan per pound. Although my boat is fast, they are too heavy to row. How about you buy more."
"You~!"
The middle-aged man almost vomited blood after hearing this. Shrimp and dried whitebait are nothing good, and they cost only one yuan a pound. One yuan is enough to buy several kilograms. The old man is not afraid of the wind and his tongue flashes, he really dares to speak.
He took a few deep breaths, gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "Okay, I bought them all. It's about eight or nine kilograms here. I'll count you ten kilograms, but you have to wait until you pay at the shore, otherwise we'll break up." .”
As he spoke, he touched the cold pistol on his waist and gave up the idea of shooting this old guy to death. He must not shoot until the critical moment, otherwise he would strangle the opponent to death.
Seeing that the other party was so understanding, the old boatman smiled slyly, placed his pipe on the side of the boat, knocked out the ashes, held on to the oar and said with a straight face: "Sit tight sir, I won't let you get away from your business by keeping it safe."
The speed of the boat finally increased. The waves stirred up by the breeze hit the bow of the boat, and a little bit of mercury splashed onto the boat. The middle-aged man's face looked better, but he hated the boatman's evil heart even more.
He is running for his life. The Chinese intelligence agency will know his true identity at any time. Jinling will definitely be blocked by then. Every second he stays in Jinling will increase his risk.
As a result, this old guy wasted an hour on him. With this time, he would have left Jinling City long ago. If he didn't kill the other party today, it would be difficult to understand the hatred in his heart, the despicable Chinese.
The middle-aged man lowered his head to hide the murderous intent on his face, and began to think about the most painful way to torture people. If there was enough time, he would definitely let the boatman know what life was worse than death.
The old boatman didn't know that the guest who had been slaughtered was thinking about killing him, so he asked while rowing: "I don't know why you are going to Guojiagou in a hurry. Why don't you call a rickshaw or a car?"
"Nothing, it's a bit urgent."
The middle-aged man replied coldly, having given the big price to embolden him. He looked at the looming north bank and breathed a sigh of relief. It was safe to go ashore. He hoped that the team leader could hold on for a while longer.
Not far from the river bank were the Beijing-Shanghai Railway, the road around the lake, and the mountains and forests. Whether he wanted to escape or hide on the spot, he had many choices. As long as he survived the most critical few days, he could go to Shanghai.
This was the route he had planned long ago. He would not evacuate from the regular route after receiving an early warning signal, because facing the siege organized by professional intelligence personnel, taking a car or a train would be to risk death.
No one would have thought that he would leave Jinling on a cruise ship. The Chinese can't set up checkpoints on the lake. The north shore is several kilometers long, and it will never be possible to completely blockade it within a few hours.
When the Chinese intelligence agency found out that he had left without saying goodbye, he might have been sitting at home in Japan, tasting the fish made by his mother. The middle-aged man couldn't help but smile proudly.
"Dudu."
"The boat ahead stopped for inspection."
Suddenly, a blast of whistle interrupted the middle-aged man's complacency. He followed the sound and a smile immediately froze on his face. An iron wheel with the flag of the Republic of China was slowly approaching here.
He had already asked why the patrol boat was here. The patrol boats on Xuanwu Lake were rarely dispatched and usually parked at the dock. They had come to confirm several times before and only chose to evacuate here today.
Now that this situation occurs, there are only two possibilities. One is that the team leader Tianfu betrayed him and the Chinese intelligence agency followed the clues and found this place. The other is that it is a coincidence and he is just unlucky.
The middle-aged man looked at the lazy police officers on the iron wheel and felt that the second possibility was more likely. These police officers might be short of money and wanted to make some money in the name of patrol inspection.
Fortunately, he had prepared a new certificate, but he really couldn't afford to spend money to eliminate the disaster. Moreover, facing the machine-powered patrol ship, this human-powered boat had no choice but to run away. All it could do was to accept the inspection obediently.
The only thing I have to worry about is that the gun on my body is difficult to explain. This gun is a black gun and has not been registered at the police station. Once discovered by the police, I will definitely be taken back to Jinling for detailed investigation.
He rolled his eyes, pulled out the pistol under the cover of his clothes, stood up unsteadily, and then put a little force on his feet. The boat suddenly tilted, and the middle-aged man bent down to hold the side of the boat.
"Gudong."
There was an inaudible sound, and the pistol in the middle-aged man's sleeve slipped into the water. The boatman at the stern seemed to hear something, and turned his head to look at the water bubbles on the lake thoughtfully.
The middle-aged man simply threw the weapon away. He didn't have any cover now, and even with the weapon, he couldn't defeat the police officers on the patrol boat. After landing, the gun was not very useful, so he might as well throw it away.
As soon as he finished this action, the patrol boat approached the boat. Five or six police officers and several Chinese tunic suits stood outside the cockpit. These people all had guns in their hands and looked extremely serious.
"It turns out to be Lao Du. Why, aren't you usually active in Wuzhou? Why did you take your guests to Beihu? Are you trying to trick people again? Be careful to offend people you shouldn't offend."
A police sergeant on the patrol boat recognized the boatman. They were all people who made a living on the water. They had become familiar with him over the years and knew that the boatman named Lao Du was dishonest and liked to kill people.
An embarrassed smile appeared on the old boatman's dark face, and he waved his hand quickly: "This is all a misunderstanding. This guest is going to Dujiagou on the north bank. No, it took me a long time to row here."
"Oh, I see."
The police chief nodded and looked at the middle-aged man: "Sir, could you please show me your ID? Why don't you go to Dujiagou by car? Even if you take a boat, you shouldn't go to Lao Du. His boat is very slow, haha."
The middle-aged man was almost in tears. He came to the old man because he said his boat was fast, and in case of danger, older people are easier to control than young people. Who knew the old man was so dark.
The corner of his mouth twitched, and he took out the certificate from his arms and explained: "I am born not to smell the smell of gasoline, and the rickshaw is too bumpy. It is better to take a boat. I can see the scenery of the lake and kill two birds with one stone."
"That's true. The scenery of Xuanwu Lake is really not enough. Just wait." The police chief replied after taking the certificate, and then handed the certificate to the man in the tunic next to him with a very respectful attitude.
This action made the middle-aged man's heart skip a beat. Something seemed wrong. The Jinling Police Station did have plainclothes officers, but the patrol boat was an open police vessel, and there was no need for the officers on board to wear plainclothes.
And these tunic suits felt a little familiar to him. The tunic suit holding the ID looked up at him, and his sharp eyes made him immediately realize that the other party was an agent.
Too bad, if there were only the police, he would be confident that he could hide it from these idiots, but facing intelligence officers, the possibility was very low. What was more important was why the other party appeared here.
Just as the middle-aged man began to feel uneasy, the man in the Chinese tunic suit shook off the ID in his hand and asked a question: "Your name is Feng Chaoyuan, your address is Chaotian Palace, why are you going to Dujiagou?"
This is a standard intelligence cliché. It seems to be one question, but it is actually three questions. However, the other two do not use question sentences to reduce the resistance of the interviewee.
The middle-aged man knew this well and replied without hesitation: "You are right. Feng went to Dujiagou to visit an old classmate. He heard that his condition was serious, so he rushed there in such a hurry."
He was not worried about the other party verifying it. He had prepared the identity of Feng Chaoyuan a long time ago and used it specifically during the retreat. The records in the file were traceable except for his parents.
Chaotian Palace does have a house that he rents. He will occasionally appear in front of the neighbors once or twice. He rents the house and uses the name Feng Chaoyuan publicly. He is not afraid of his lies being exposed.
Visiting an old classmate was not a casual excuse, but the so-called old classmate was his carefully chosen shield, an old and sick man who graduated from the same school as Feng Chaoyuan's file.
We usually walk around, drink some tea and chat together, and drop some gifts and sincere wishes from time to time. The relationship between the two parties is getting along quite well. It has been paved the way for so long, and now it is time to use each other.
"Mr. Feng, please provide the name and address of that old classmate. We need to verify it. If there are no problems, you can leave at any time. If there are problems." Mao Zedong suit sneered.
"Everything is true and nothing is hidden."
The middle-aged man promised swornly, thinking that the team leader should not have confessed. The Chinese did not know their specific identities. The team leader was indeed the warrior of the Japanese Empire, Arigado.
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