That afternoon.
Still in the office of Bailondu, the British Consul General in the Republic of China, Formosa told Bailondu about his experience at the crime scene, and finally made a request.
"Mr. Consul, I am sure that there are Chinese people behind the death of Saluxun. Now please arrange for the consulate's radio station to send a telegram to this frequency. I need your help."
After speaking, he took out an envelope from his inner pocket. The bright red mi2 stamp on the surface of the envelope indicated that it came from MI2, an agency that has made great contributions to British expansion and is everywhere.
Next to him, Bai Longdu frowned imperceptibly. He was unwilling to deal with the intelligence department. These guys had no gentlemanly demeanor at all, and at the same time they had frighteningly high power.
For example, in the consulate, they can check everyone's letters and monitor everyone's phone calls at will, even themselves, the consul general, which makes everyone very nervous.
He has raised objections to London many times, explicitly requesting that the authority of the military intelligence department be restricted overseas, because the other party's presence has interfered with the normal work of the embassy and consulates.
Besides, how can he make money when surrounded by eyes? It’s not that he’s greedy, but just relying on the salary from His Majesty the King, I’m afraid he won’t even be able to afford a toilet in London after retirement.
We, the British, have our own national conditions here.
For a moment, Bailongdu thought of a lot. He took the envelope calmly, raised his head and said sarcastically: "It's unbelievable. Mr. Formosa is actually a member of MI2."
"No, Mr. Consul, you misunderstood. I am just executing the order of Scotland Yard. The envelope contains the contents of the message I want to send and a one-time password. Please send someone to send it immediately."
Formosa explained what was in the envelope expressionlessly and did not respond to the ridicule. He could understand Bailongdu's thoughts. In fact, he himself also disliked the style of the military intelligence department.
And if it were not for national interests and the dignity of the empire, Scotland Yard would not cooperate with those black suits. If this matter was leaked, the reputation of the police would be greatly affected.
After all, in the eyes of most people, blood, conspiracy, betrayal, and lies are synonymous with the intelligence industry. There will be no good end for being complicit in it, and we must firmly draw a clear line and keep a distance.
Bai Longdu glanced at the other party and understood that this person had also been tricked by the military intelligence department, so he walked out of the office with a smile and went to the telecommunications department. As for the content of the message, Mr. Consul was not interested in knowing.
After living in the colonies and the Republic of China for so many years, he understood one thing: don't look at things you shouldn't see, ignore things you shouldn't care about, and don't listen to things you shouldn't hear. Only in this way can you live a long life.
While the British were fighting with each other, Zuo Zhong received a report from the newcomer about Formosa. He probably looked at it twice and threw the report aside. The result was as expected.
With the scene and evidence arranged by himself, the probability of something happening was low, not to mention that the waiters had left Jinling a long time ago, and it was almost impossible to find them in such a huge crowd.
No evidence.
No witnesses.
Unless Formosa did what he did and asked Saluxun to come up from hell to testify, the case would be over. He had successfully completed the task assigned by the bald man and did not get the military salary in vain.
Zuo Zhong tapped his feet on the desk, reached for the phone and held it in his arms. He turned the handle and made a call. He hadn't seen Ban Jun and Xing Hanliang for a few days and really missed them.
But there is nothing he can do about it. People can't help themselves in the world. Now his identity is very sensitive. If he gets close to anyone, he will easily cause big trouble to the other person. It is best to stay away from him.
Just when I was thinking that the call was connected, Ban Jun's voice on the other end of the phone was a little tired, but he happily agreed to the invitation. It seemed that the Customs Anti-Smuggling Section had been very busy recently with official duties.
It's just that the old classmate's job is one of less work and more money, so it shouldn't be so hard. Could it be that someone is bullying his old classmate again? If it is true, he will check whether there are any spies in the customs.
While thinking about it, Zuo Zhong made an appointment with Ban Jun for a meeting time in the evening, and asked him to call Xing Hanliang. He decided not to get drunk or go home tonight, so he could have a good time with his old classmates and friends.
If you work in the intelligence industry, your nerves are always tense and it is easy to get into trouble. Proper relaxation is essential. By the way, let’s talk about everyone’s recent situation and see if there is anything I can do to help.
As the saying goes, helping others is helping yourself. The Secret Service has such a harmonious relationship with the Police Department of the Ministry of the Interior, which is partly due to Xing Hanliang's contribution. Otherwise, those police officers with military backgrounds would not be so easy to talk to.
As for the customs, they had been very cooperative when investigating Japanese espionage cases and provided a lot of data and personnel information on commercial organizations, all of which were mediated by Ban Jun.
In the officialdom, fellow villagers and classmates are the best links of interest. After all, a person's strength is limited and he cannot accomplish great things. You cannot work alone in your career, you must be good at leveraging others' strength.
So as soon as it was time to get off work, Zuo Zhong drove to Dehe Tower in advance. Ever since he visited during the drug case, this place has become a regular place for him to entertain guests. There is nothing wrong with this place except that it is expensive.
He didn't wait long at the door when he saw a police car driving over from a distance. It was obvious that Xing Hanliang was doing well and even had a special car. This was a treatment only given to senior officers.
This is normal. With the connections left by his distant uncle, the special relationship with the Secret Service, and the care of Section Chief Yang, it would be difficult for such a talent to get promoted without promotion.
"Zuo Zhong." Xing Hanliang waved vigorously as soon as he got off the car.
Zuo Zhong also smiled and greeted them: "Han Liang, Laoban."
After meeting, the three old friends who had not seen each other for a long time happily stood at the door of Dehe Tower and chatted for a long time. It was not until the waiter asked if the food could be served that the three of them walked into the restaurant together.
As soon as he sat down, Xing Hanliang excitedly announced the good news: "Zuo Zhong, I am now the deputy chief of the Public Security Section. If you have any cases in the future, it will be much easier to transfer files."
"oh?"
Zuo Zhong's eyes lit up when he heard this. The Public Security Section of the Police Department is in a very important position. It has mastered the files of many prominent figures in Jinling, both black and white. This is indeed good news.
In the past, the Intelligence Section had to go through formal procedures to transfer files. Although no one made it difficult, it was still not confidential enough. Now that the Security Section has its own people, it is much easier to investigate who they want to investigate.
He asked with a smile: "Is it because of your uncle's efforts? Although this position does not have a high official position, it is quite lucrative. It can also establish relationships with all aspects, which will be very helpful for your future progress."
"Yes, my uncle said the same thing. He has established a firm foothold in the local area. I worked with a senior official, and my old relationship with the Ministry of Internal Affairs was willing to be a bit thin. No, I took this position."
Xing Hanliang told the story of his promotion in a few words. Thinking about how he was pushed to the sub-division when he first went to the Police Department, he couldn't help but sigh.
"Haha, Zuo Zhong, stop talking about Hanliang. You are now the dignified Lieutenant Colonel Intelligence Section Chief. You are the one with the highest official rank and military rank among the graduates of our Hangzhou Police Academy."
Ban Jun on the side interjected, and then said with a complex expression: "I thought I advised you not to join the Secret Service at the beginning, but now it seems that I was wrong, you boy was born to eat this bowl of rice.
It's just that this business is too offending. You should think twice before doing anything. Sometimes, you can leave a few things in your life so that you can meet each other easily in the future. No one can predict what will happen in the future. It is always right to be cautious. "
His words don't sound nice, but he speaks from the bottom of his heart. As the saying goes, a flower never blooms forever, and a person never lasts forever. If you don't think about retreating when you gain power, no matter how high you climb, it will probably be in vain in the end.
"Old Ban, what you said is wrong. Gold will shine wherever it goes. Believe it or not, maybe I will do better in the Police Department than in the Secret Service. Didn't you see that guy Hanliang has become a unit chief?"
Zuo Zhong made a little joke at first, and then replied with a serious face: "Thank you for reminding me, just rest assured. I always follow my inner conscience and never do anything harmful to nature.
After entering the Secret Service, the people I arrested and massacred were all enemies of the country and the nation. Even if I end up in the underworld a hundred years later and suffer the torture of eighteen levels of hell, I will never regret it. "
"That's good, that's good."
Ban Jun was very pleased. After being together in the police academy for so long, he really didn't want this little brother to end up on a dead end. Very few people in the intelligence profession could end up well, so he had to be vigilant at all times.
"Old Ban, don't just talk to us. How are your sister-in-law and the child doing recently? How is the old man's health? Find an opportunity and let's go take a look together. If you need any help, just let us know."
Xing Hanliang saw that the topic was a bit heavy, so he talked about Ban Jun's family. He had been classmates for two years. He knew that the big brother cared about his relatives the most, and he would talk about it non-stop once he mentioned it.
Zuo Zhong also turned to look at Ban Jun. In fact, he had long wanted to persuade him to send the old man to Europe or the United States for treatment. In this era, the medical level in the West is indeed much better than that in the Republic of China.
If you can't help with money, you can help yourself, but you can't watch the old man suffer. Anyway, the salary is just sitting in the bank, so it is better to lend it to friends to solve the actual difficulties.
Listening to the concern of his two friends, Ban Jun smiled and said, "They have all returned to their hometowns. Prices in Jinling are too high. With my small salary, my life is tight, so it is better to go back to my hometown and feel more comfortable."
"Going back to your hometown?"
"When did this happen?"
Both Zuo Zhong and Xing Hanliang were a little surprised that this happened so suddenly. The education and medical care in Jinling were much better than in the countryside. What would happen to their children going to school after they returned? What about the treatment of the elderly?
"kindness."
Ban Jun replied with a smile: "It just happened two days ago. If you save more money now, you can leave more for your children in the future. The old man has medicine prescribed by the hospital. Just buy it after eating and send it back."
"Oh, that's not bad."
Xing Hanliang was a carefree person, so he immediately stopped asking questions.
Zuo Zhong saw that the other party said it easily and it was someone else's family matter, so he couldn't persuade him any more. But after taking a look at Ban Jun, who was slightly different from the past, he always felt that something was wrong.
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