"Woo~~"
The vehicle lurched forward and drove away quickly. Someone in the bumpy car handed over a water bottle. The female patrol officer unscrewed the cap of the bottle, poured some transparent liquid into her hands, and rubbed it vigorously on her face.
A magical scene appeared. The ugly woman disguised as a police officer had smooth and fair skin on her face after being cleaned. After taking out the fillers in her mouth and nose, she became a completely different person.
"Yijun, are you okay?"
Zuo Zhong looked at He Yijun who had recovered his appearance, sighed in his heart and reminded: "Remember to take a good bath when you return to the station. These things are very toxic and not washing them in time is bad for your health.
In addition, I want to criticize you. Don’t wear clothes soaked in dirty water in the future. This can easily cause wound infection. Find a hospital to check tomorrow. This is an order and must be carried out. "
He didn't expect that the other party was so courageous. He was simply desperate for his life. God knows how many germs there were in the water. In the era without antibiotics, inflammation meant that half of the foot was in the gate of hell.
Moreover, Shanghai is an area with a high incidence of schistosomiasis. Even if it is for better disguise, one should not take such risks. If the mission encounters difficulties, it can be solved slowly. If the person is gone, it will be over.
After being scolded, He Yijun straightened his hair and said with a gentle smile: "Doing this can cover your own smell and reduce the chance of being searched. Things hidden in your shoes must not be discovered.
As for safety, don't worry. The policemen were very poor and couldn't hurt me. The prisoners in the women's prison were all ordinary people and easy to deal with. They just got kicked in the arm. "
"Be careful anyway."
Zuo Zhong's face looked better after hearing this. This result was not unexpected. He Yijun never relaxed for a day after entering the secret service. He practiced shooting, fighting and telecommunications every day.
His operational ability ranks high even in the intelligence department. Not to mention dealing with a few gangsters and gangsters, he can even face professional agents. All he lacks is experience.
Thinking of this, he started talking about business: "Whether the operation went smoothly, the layout map Yu Xingle gave is accurate, it is still too hasty, otherwise we should send someone in to conduct an on-site investigation.
The British are very cunning, and they recruited people from Shandong Province and port cities to build and decorate the general patrol house. We currently cannot reach places that far away, so we can only rely on local snakes like these in East China. "
“The layout drawings are accurate.”
He Yijun saluted solemnly: "According to the plan, I found the evidence room and exchanged the evidence. I did not reveal my true appearance when I infiltrated and retreated. The report is complete, please give instructions."
It was the first time she carried out such an important operation. Even after two years of professional training, she still had no idea. Actual combat was different from training, and the enemy would not give you a chance to do it again.
So in the fight with Yi Zhihua and his men, He Yijun showed no mercy and fought with all his strength. The deputy director said that simple good people cannot do this business, and cheap kindness will only hurt themselves.
Zuo Zhong nodded slightly. The other party's performance made him feel a little emotional. The girl who lost her parents had changed a lot. The only thing that remained unchanged was her fierceness, which was rare.
He pointed to a new set of clothes placed on the car seat: "Hurry up and change your clothes. We will pass by the checkpoint of the public concession. Try not to open the windows then. The other party should not be able to smell it."
"yes."
After He Yijun finished speaking, he put on the clean clothes he had prepared, found a place to hide the patrol uniform he had changed into, and sat in the car with his head held high, without any trace of his previous appearance.
Zuo Zhong folded his arms and looked at the windshield in front of him, going through the events of the past few days in his mind. Hase Ryosuke had completed the second step. The patrol room in the public concession was also decorated, and it was time to take action.
The British and the Japanese were once colluding allies and had a very good relationship. Even though the two sides are currently scheming for the benefit of South Asia, the relationship is still good, at least they are not at odds with each other.
It is not that simple to destroy their relationship. You have to find a good breakthrough and make the matter bigger. This glorious and arduous task falls on Ikuta Takaki.
The other party is the son-in-law of the Matsumoto family, and the Matsumoto family is a traditional aristocracy in Japan. It has close relations with the government, the army, locusts, and capitalists. Anything related to the Matsumoto family is a big deal.
Zuo Zhong looked at his watch and patted the driver's shoulder: "You and He Yijun go back first, and I'll get off the car first. If there's anything urgent, call Mr. Okamoto at the nightclub near the Japanese Consulate."
"yes."
The little agent driving the car responded and parked the car in an alley to prevent Zuo Zhong from being seen by others when he got out of the car. He must remain highly vigilant when operating in the concession and must not relax for a moment.
Zuo Zhong and He Yijun beside him smiled and nodded, opened the car door, turned around and disappeared quickly, and then walked leisurely to Hongkou District, ready to have a good chat with Hase Ryosuke.
This guy is all about partying every night. As long as it's not dark, he can definitely find people in nightclubs and other places. It's strange. Doesn't he need to rest? I really don't understand the Japanese.
If the other party had spent all his energy on work, I am afraid he would have been in the position of Eiji Amaha long ago. However, there must be gains in every loss. Who would believe that this kind of person is a mole of the Secret Service?
A smile appeared on Zuo Zhong's face, and he walked a little faster. It took him more than half an hour to reach the street where the Japanese Consulate was located. As soon as he found the two houses, he heard Changgu's ghostly wails and howls.
This bastard was hugging a short winter melon in a kimono. Oh no, it was a Japanese woman. She was humming and singing Showa tunes, touching her hands here and there very dishonestly.
The people next to him didn't fare much better. They all fell into the woman's arms. Some people shouted loudly: "Boss Iwai, please stop kissing and sing a song for us all."
Minister Iwai?
Is it Iwai, the head of intelligence at the Japanese Consulate in Shanghai?
Zuo Zhong narrowed his eyes. Chang Gu had introduced this person before, but unfortunately not everyone had a plug-in mobile phone. In addition, intelligence workers were very concerned about privacy, so they never got a recent photo of the other person.
This was a good opportunity. He touched his chin and rolled his eyes. It seemed like he was going to resume his old business today. Not to mention, I hadn't done candid photography for such a long time. I really missed that feeling of heartbeat.
After making up his mind, the famous detective Zuo Zhong took out the mobile phone from the space and held it in his hand. He stood up and walked past Hase Ryosuke and others. He kept pressing the buttons with his fingers to take pictures of everyone one by one.
Hase Ryousuke, who was drinking, saw Zuo Zhong walking by Shi Shiran and was so frightened that he almost spat out the wine in his mouth. Damn it, the Chinese are so brave, how dare they show up at this time.
Bagaya road!
(Catch a flight, publish on time, correct typos)
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