It gets dark very early in Jinling in winter. It's not even six o'clock at this time, and the Taikoo Stadium is already dark. Naturally, there are no luxurious lighted stadiums in this era, and the people who come to play football have already left.
Even the Chinese employees in the stadium went home early, leaving only a middle-aged white man in a suit standing at the door, pacing back and forth, looking anxiously at his watch and the road in the distance from time to time.
Just when this person was worried, two "domestic" trucks assembled in the Republic of China appeared with black smoke, rumbled to the stadium gate and stopped, and then a person jumped out of the truck.
The middle-aged white man immediately came forward and complained in a low voice: "Dear Mr. Danny Qin, why did you arrive? I even thought you were caught by the Chinese. Is everything okay?"
Danny Qin’s forehead jumped, and he replied with a dark face: “Our partners bought two classic cars, and they broke down several times on the road. Damn it, we were almost discovered by the police.
Okay, can we go in? Although there are very few pedestrians here, we still have to be cautious. I always felt something was wrong on the way here. I hope this is just my illusion. "
The middle-aged white man shrugged: "There is no one in the stadium, and it will not even be open to the public in the next seven days. You can move with confidence. The scenery here is good, and Mr. Qin can walk around as he pleases.
By the way, the wine cellar has some of my private wine collection, which is my gift to all the imperial warriors. Well, if there is nothing else, I'm afraid I have to leave first. The reception will not wait for anyone. "
Qin Danny took a deep breath. These ghost guys are really a headache. Isn't a secret operation more important than a cocktail party? But what can he do? The other party is a real British person. .
He forced a smile and said politely: "Thank you for your generosity. I wish you a pleasant evening. A gentleman like you must be very popular with ladies. Goodbye, sir."
"Haha, thank you, bye."
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he drove away in his car. A group of mercenaries were not worth his time. God knows why the officials in the port city would give a Chinese the rank of sergeant.
Qin Danny looked at the car going away, and shouted to his men on the truck with an ugly face: "Get out of the car, leave two people to protect the equipment, and the rest will follow me to check the nearby terrain and bring their weapons."
"Yes, Sergeant."
The members of the Chinese detachment promised in unison and began to check the weapons in their hands. Since they were operating in the suburbs of Jinling, they were not arrogant enough to use Thomsons and only carried portable revolvers.
For reasons that are incomprehensible, the British love revolvers deeply. Even if the only use of this thing in war is suicide, they cannot be made to give up this slow-shooting weapon.
As an experienced professional soldier, Qin Danny had already studied the map before the transfer. He divided the personnel into four groups and went to other directions, while he took the people to the small hill.
In military operations, high ground is the key to determining the winner. Even if he doesn't think that people from the secret service headquarters will set up machine guns on it, he still has to go and see it with his own eyes, otherwise he can't rest assured.
He put the Webley revolver in his pocket, led two of his men over the bumpy mud, and spent ten minutes climbing up the hill. In the end, he found nothing but dark bushes.
Qin Danny looked troubled. When fighting in the jungles of South Asia, he could rely on the traces of disturbance in the humus layer to tell whether someone had walked by, but the soil here was blown by the cold wind and became harder than steel.
How to check this? Now that they can't use flashlights, it seems they can only come over during the day to take a look. Fortunately, this hill is not large, so it won't take long to complete the inspection.
With the decision made, he patted the shoulders of his two men. The three of them bent over and covered each other in a battle formation as they walked down the mountain. No matter whether they were going up or down the mountain, they didn't make any unnecessary noise.
Half an hour later, a small hole suddenly appeared on a bush, and then a pair of bright eyes glanced around. Finally, the bush moved and returned to its original state again.
"How's it going, Section Chief."
"gone."
"It's really dangerous."
"yes."
Zuo Zhong and Wu Chunyang huddled in a small hole and talked quietly. Both of them were a little lucky. If the target had come an hour earlier, they would be able to see them digging the hole with their men.
Such an action would be exposed. With such a big hole, they couldn't explain to the other party that they were digging a trap. There wasn't even a rabbit visible on this hill, and even a fool wouldn't believe it.
Wu Chunyang looked a little heavy: "These people are definitely experts. I didn't hear the sound until I walked to the bunker. They should be wearing soft-soled shoes and are good at mountain marching, otherwise they wouldn't be so quiet."
"Two more points. They are well-nourished and do not suffer from night blindness. They are also used to conducting covert operations in areas with dense vegetation. I did not hear any snapping of branches. Sure enough, they have some tricks up their sleeves."
Zuo Zhong added, then took out the leaves from his collar and threw them aside: "The target often fights in mountains and woods. There are many armies that meet these two conditions. What do you think?"
Wu Chunyang fell into thinking and quickly went through all the forces in his mind, including warlords, neighboring countries, and Jianghu gangs. In the end, he felt that the team in Min Province was the most suspicious.
Combining the intelligence from these days, he slowly said: "Section Chief, you are right, there are many armies that are good at fighting in both mountains and forests, but we can use the intelligence to analyze them and eliminate them one by one.
First of all, we have to say that they were sent by the British to eliminate Salut Hoon and the MI2 moles from our Secret Service. What these people are doing with the secret service headquarters does not make sense logically.
Also, the place where mass executions are carried out is top secret at the secret service headquarters. Obtaining this kind of information requires taking high risks. Their purpose is obviously very clear and they will do it at all costs.
On the day of the execution, the only people present were underground party prisoners and personnel from a section. If they were to assassinate a person from a section, these people could act anywhere, so why did they do it in a heavily guarded execution ground.
There is only one answer. Their goal is to prisoners of the underground party. To this end, they bribed the British, used the privilege of exempting British ships from inspections to sneak into Jinling, and hid in the warehouse of Taikoo Mathematics.
The army in Min Province was originally stationed in the mountainous area. During the Northern Expedition, it showed extremely strong combat effectiveness and was known as the Chinese Iron Army. I would not be surprised if the mysterious man was one of them.
At the same time, as you said before, Section Chief, many people from the other party fled to Guangdong Province. This is also consistent with our judgment of the mysterious person through his eating habits. The combination of the two is the mysterious person who is an underground party. "
Good guy.
Zuo Zhong was dumbfounded. When this kid said it, he thought Meng Ting was an underground party member. What does this mean? A mature subordinate must learn to get into the trap on his own. No, he has to hold on for a while.
He pretended to think for a while and asked two questions: "What you said makes some sense, but the two questions cannot be explained. After all, this is related to the subsequent direction of the case, so we must be cautious."
"Section Chief, tell me."
Wu Chunyang quickly replied that it was a good thing to be picked on. Learning from an intelligence master like the section chief was a dream for many people. Those who lined up could go from the Secret Service to the Secret Service Headquarters.
"Well, the first thing is that when the mysterious man came to Aurous Hill, the secret service headquarters did not decide to execute the underground party prisoners collectively. They can't predict the situation before they know it. How do you explain this?"
After saying this, Zuo Zhong changed his posture, knocked on his sore thigh, and continued: "The second thing is that the underground party is very poor, which is inconsistent with the fact that the mysterious man is well-nourished and does not suffer from night blindness."
He really wanted Wu Chunyang to regard Meng Ting and the Chinese detachment as underground parties, but he couldn't do it too hastily. Lies repeated a thousand times would become facts before his own logic could be consistent.
Moreover, what others tell you and what you think about yourself are, after all, completely different experiences. If you want Wu Chunyang to be convinced that the mysterious person is an underground party, he must let this guy continue to think about it.
Over there, Wu Chunyang heard these two questions, thought carefully and gave the answer.
"Section Chief, the underground party may have come to Jinling to wait for an opportunity and have no specific mission. After contacting Meng Ting, they received news of centralized executions and decided to conduct an armed rescue.
As for the nutrition issue, it is easy to explain. These people are all elite soldiers with great abilities. It is not difficult to make money. The big businessmen in the south like to hire guards, and the treatment is very high. "
After he finished speaking, he asked nervously: "Section Chief, this is my opinion. I don't know whether you agree with it or not. It's better to go down tomorrow and grab some tongues and ask. If we send a few more people, there should be no problem."
Zuo Zhong felt happy. Okay, now the last two loopholes have been closed. The final judgment written on the mission record is Wu Chunyang's final judgment. What does it have to do with Section Chief Zuo, a cadre of the party and state?
Letting the other party take the blame this time was just for safety reasons. It was normal for problems to arise in the investigation of the case. Shangfeng knew that he could only give him a few words of reprimand and take care of himself, so that the other party's future promotion would not be affected.
So he laughed softly and said in a pleased tone: "Chunyang, you performed well today. If this continues, your future will be bright.
Forget it, just scratch your tongue. I trust your judgment about them. The underground party is very vigilant. There are only 14 people in total. One missing person is very conspicuous.
Take the time to rest. Someone will take care of us in the middle of the night. I estimate that a plan will start soon. After all, Xu Enzeng is already imminent. "
"Yes, thank you section chief for the compliment."
Wu Chunyang breathed a sigh of relief and felt happy in his heart. The section chief really valued him. He entrusted him with such an important task. He must perform well this time and not embarrass the section chief.
Besides, when Danny Qin and others returned to the club, they immediately prepared equipment in the wine cellar. Thomson, Lee Enfield, smoke bombs, and Mills grenades, these people were armed to the teeth.
Because they are not fighting within the British sphere of influence, weapons such as revolvers can still be carried with them. Submachine guns and rifles can only be disassembled and packed in bags. All they have to do now is assemble them.
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