At this time, there was a teenage boy on the roadside who counted the number of cars and the approximate number of people. He turned around and left with a natural expression, walked around a few times and walked into a shop with a telephone sign.
Ono naturally didn't know all this. After notifying Hase Ryosuke, he bought some food and returned to the surveillance position. He looked at Ikuta Takaki's car still parked in place and breathed a sigh of relief.
That's the disadvantage of tracking alone. Without someone to take over, it's easy to lose the target. But people have three urgent needs. No matter how professional an intelligence officer is, they can't violate physiological laws. They need to eat and drink when they should.
Ono thought of this and took a bite of the steamed bun. He stretched his head and looked towards a window. He didn't regret at all for giving up blackmailing Ikuta Takaki. There were many things that he couldn't get involved with.
Money is easy to move, but the prerequisite is that you have the life to spend it.
If he offends Ikuta Takaki, he still has a chance to survive, but if he offends Ryosuke Hase, who has a wide network of friends, it will be in vain even if he runs back to his homeland. Ono understands this very well.
Besides, that bastard Ikuta is a hard-earned guy, and he might not pay a single yen even if the secret is exposed, so instead of fearfully blackmailing him, it's better to tell the truth to Section Chief Hase.
Ono was indeed thoughtful, but unfortunately he was just a chess piece after all, and could not escape the fate arranged by others. For example, just when he was thinking about something, several sneaky black figures slowly approached.
In the dark alley, these people walked up behind him silently. One of the black figures raised a wooden stick and tapped his head lightly, making a thud, and Ono fell down...
"Have you fainted?"
"Report to Chief Wu that he fainted."
"Drag him away. The old rule is that if you don't see anyone alive or dead, take him to the riverside and dispose of him directly. Remember to take out all the belongings on this guy. Don't leave his face, fingerprints, or birthmarks."
"yes."
Wu Chunyang had no time to pay attention to Ono who was being carried away. He looked up at the house where the target was located and patted the shoulder of a subordinate next to him: "Let someone send a signal immediately to inform Section Chief Gu to evacuate."
"okay."
The little agent nodded, walked out of the alley and made a gesture, and then a clear and loud hawking sound rang out. There were many small businesses in the residential area, which did not arouse anyone's suspicion.
Go back a few minutes.
The "old man" in the residential building was sitting in front of a dining table filled with food, drinking wine and listening to the half-drunk Ikuta Takaki talking about the injustices he encountered today, feeling very helpless.
In order to keep this person longer, he specially prepared food and wine. Unexpectedly, he stayed, but the other person was too nagging. He talked about hunting five or six times.
This is simply life-threatening. When he heard the code outside, Gu Qi felt like he was being pardoned. He rubbed his temples and interrupted Ikuta's nagging: "Can you think of a solution to what I said before?"
"This is difficult."
Over there, Ikuta Takaki spoke loudly and explained with a mouth full of alcohol: "It's not that I don't want to make money, but I really can't get the content of Mr. Foreign Minister's speech. I disappoint you, Mr. Dou."
"Oh, Mr. Dou is in trouble. Sir, please drink first while I go downstairs to call the buyer to see if there are any other needs. You are here, so I can't let you go in vain."
Gu Qi shook his head with pretense of regret, and then made a suggestion.
"Yoshi, Dou-kun, go ahead. Thank you for chatting with me. Don't worry, I will not treat you badly when our Imperial Japanese Army enters Shanghai." Ikuta Takaki waved his hand.
Pooh.
Wait until you can survive.
Gucci suppressed his anger, smiled and replied with a few nice words, picked up the scarf and coat on the hanger, closed the door calmly, walked out of the residential building along the stairs and got into a car on the roadside.
"Let's go, take me to see the deputy director."
"Yes, section chief."
He got in the car and said hello to the driver, and glanced back briefly. When we meet again later, I am afraid that Ikuta Takaki will be in the ground, no, maybe without a burial place.
There were a few people who were on the deputy director's radar who met their end. Let's not talk about the distant ones. Let's just talk about Liu Gui, the former head of the Intelligence Section of Division 1. He was cautious and resourceful, but he was shot dead in the end.
This time, the deputy director used so much manpower and material resources to create a big event. It was a sign of virtue for Takaki Ikuta that he could be buried intact under such circumstances.
Just as he was thinking about it, a group of police cars from the concession patrol house roared past. Gu Qi glanced at it from the corner of his eye and then looked away. The stage was set, the British also appeared on stage, and the drama was about to begin.
"Crunch."
Not far after driving, the car stopped at the entrance of a brightly lit restaurant. When Gu Qi got out of the car, he saw an intelligence agent. Under his guidance, he walked to the top floor and opened a door.
"Lao Gu, welcome back."
Zuo Zhong sat on the sofa and waved to him with a smile, while Yu Xingle, Song Minghao, and Wu Jingzhong, the district chiefs of East China District, quickly stood up to greet him. After all, Gu Qi was their peer and superior.
"Oh, it turns out to be District Chief Yu."
Gu Qi clasped his hands together, bent slightly and walked into the room. He put down his hand and shook hands with Yu Xingle. He said with emotion: "Compared with the last time we met at the Jinling headquarters, Lao Yu, you have lost a lot of weight.
I heard you say that work here in Shanghai is not easy to carry out. This time I have experienced it. In the land of the Republic of China, doing something is like being behind enemy lines. Brother Yu, you have suffered a lot in these years. "
As soon as these words came out, Yu Xingle hugged Gu Qi and cried. Everyone saw that he alone held the power in East China and was free and easy as a local prince, but who could understand the pain involved.
He did not dare to offend the British.
He did not dare to offend the French.
He didn't dare to offend the Germans, the Red Russians, the Americans, or even the Japanese. He was not here to be an official. He was clearly here to be a grandson, and he was still a humble third grandson.
"No more words to say, alas."
Yu Xingle grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously. Tears welled up in his eyes. To be able to force a veteran intelligence expert to do this showed how serious the situation in Shanghai was.
Zuo Zhong smiled slightly and clapped his hands: "Okay, don't stand around stupidly. Let's sit down and have something to eat. We'll wait for the news over there. Oh, Lao Yu, you don't know what's going on, right?"
"Yes."
Yu Xingle sat upright and replied respectfully: "I received your call and asked me to arrange a hotel nearby. As for the reason, I dare not make any guesses. Please let the deputy director know clearly."
"You are serious, you are serious, Lao Yu."
Zuo Zhong laughed loudly and said: "You and I have known each other since we were young, so there is no need to be so outspoken. I called you here just to ask how many people, I mean armed personnel, can be dispatched from your East China District tonight."
hiss.
Everyone took a breath, what was the deputy director doing?
