When Boss Ma heard this, he turned around and saw Li Mengyun, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.
Li Mengyun was wearing a Western-style dress today, with a beige windbreaker on top, and a pair of small sunglasses on the bridge of her nose. She looked very modern.
"Where are you going, Miss Li?" Boss Ma asked warily.
"I'm not following you. Boss Ma, you know that. I'm making clothes at the store in Xinjiekou. I just took out the clothes. How are they? Do they look good?" Li Mengyun seemed to have noticed what Boss Ma was saying. Worried, I directly explained the reason for the appearance, and also asked Boss Ma for his opinion on the new clothes.
It is better to meet by chance than to invite each other. Since we have met, we can only find a place to sit down, otherwise it will be a bit awkward. It is still necessary for the superiors and subordinates to communicate occasionally.
The place was chosen by Li Mengyun, a cafe called Evening Wear. This name always makes people feel a little ambiguous. In fact, although Boss Ma loves to drink coffee, to him, coffee has the same effect as Uncle Wang’s high-breakfast coffee. It's just a refreshment. I don't have any special requirements. I just don't know why these women have to spend extra money to go to the cafe. Wouldn't it be nice to save the money to eat a few salted ducks?
"How have you been lately?" Boss Ma asked kindly. Although he was distracted, this time he was very superficial and there was no trace of acting.
"Okay! I get paid for nothing all day long. The salary is higher than before, and I don't have to do anything. Of course it's good." Li Mengyun still spoke in soft and waxy Mandarin with a southern accent, but there seemed to be some resentment in her words.
"Oh, that's for your safety... Don't worry, you won't be idle for a long time. You will have something to do soon." Boss Ma calmly responded to the complaints of his subordinates. The boss naturally seemed aloof.
"Who should I contact then?" Li Mengyun took a sip of coffee and asked, as if she was wondering if there was any deep meaning in Boss Ma's words.
"You don't need to contact anyone, you and I have a single line of contact..." Ma Xiaoguang seemed to see Li Mengyun's worry and said directly.
Sure enough, after hearing this, Li Mengyun smiled sweetly, looking very happy, and did not continue to struggle, but instead chatted about other topics.
"Have you recently changed your career to become a photographer?" Li Mengyun asked curiously, looking at the camera on the table.
"My former husband introduced me to him as a photojournalist at a newspaper." Ma Xiaoguang answered very naturally, as if he was chatting with the beautiful woman opposite and responding to her concern.
"But your clothes are too poor. It's not suitable for a photojournalist..." Li Mengyun said with a smile.
"On my first day of work, I didn't know what to do. I didn't have time to change my job." Ma Xiaoguang said truthfully.
This is a female agent whose acting skills are not inferior to those of MISS Liu, and she is also good at chatting. The subsequent chat did not put any pressure on Boss Ma at all.
The time passed quickly while chatting. There was a simple meal in the cafe. Boss Ma fulfilled his subordinate's wish to treat him to a meal, but when he left, he paid the bill quietly and tipped the waiter.
After getting rid of the female spy, Ma Xiaoguang carefully returned to the safe house at No. 65 Hubei Road after carefully making sure that no one was following him.
The next day, following the tips from fashionistas, Ma Xiaoguang dressed up in overalls and a peaked cap, dressed up like a standard photojournalist, and carrying a camera like a PHS character in the comics.
However, it is different from working in the Secret Service. Except for the concierge Uncle Wang, who he had met once, Ma Xiaoguang tried to keep a low profile among his colleagues and did not deliberately talk to anyone. Newcomers naturally have to pay more attention.
"Xiao Ma, come with me to Qixia Mountain." Editor-in-chief Shi Jun appeared in the big office and ordered.
Upon hearing this, Ma Xiaoguang put his camera on his back and followed editor Shi out of the newspaper office.
The two first took a trolley bus, then a rickshaw, and finally transferred to a bus in Qixia Mountain, all the way to Qixia Mountain.
This Qixia Mountain is a scene in Jinling, especially in autumn, when the mountains are covered with red and the forests are dyed. The maple leaves of different colors will tell you that this is the most beautiful autumn in Jinling. The prodigal Qianlong visited Qinling six times, including five times in Qixia Mountain, facing the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers, people are full of praise. It is said that he has recited more than 100 poems and included the palace, Lingfeng Pool, Pearl Spring, Dielangyan, Deyunting, Rainbow Mirror, Zifeng Pavilion, Wanwan Pavilion and so on. Songshanfang, Tiankaiyan and Youjuan were named "Ten Scenic Spots of Qixia".
When I went up to the mountain, I found that it was indeed worthy of its reputation and was truly beautiful. Moreover, there was not much industrial pollution at this time of year, and the air visibility was naturally far superior to that of later generations. It simply came with its own high-definition filter, making people feel like they were in a wonderland.
Ma Xiaoguang naturally took a lot of photos at various beautiful places according to the instructions of editor-in-chief Shi, and shot a lot of films. Unfortunately, the photos at that time were all in black and white and could not fully reflect the boundless beauty.
Thanks to the beautiful scenery, the two of them didn't feel particularly tired while walking, and soon they arrived at Qixia Ancient Temple.
Zhi Keseng obviously knew the editor-in-chief Shi. When he saw the two of them, he immediately smiled and greeted them with his palms clasped together.
Everyone was familiar with each other, so there was no need to talk too much. The monk Zhi Ke led the two of them around the ancient temple for a long time. They stopped at the gate of a side courtyard and saluted the editor-in-chief of History with his palms clasped together: "Master Wait quietly in the Zen room, benefactor please."
"Xiao Ma, you stay here, Master Huijue and I will talk about Buddhism." Chief Editor Shi said to Ma Xiaoguang.
"Yes." Ma Xiaoguang replied respectfully.
After Editor-in-Chief Shi entered, Ma Xiaoguang abided by his duty and waited outside the monastery. Unlike later generations, this Buddhist temple did not allow casual visits. Many Zen monasteries had their doors closed. Editor-in-Chief Shi arranged for him to wait here so that he could keep watch. I must be discussing ulterior matters with the thief monk inside.
However, as a professional agent, he would not come in vain. He carefully observed the layout of the Buddhist temple, recalled the route he took, and thought of plans for various possible situations.
Qixia Ancient Temple is a very large temple. Since he has another mission, Ma Xiaoguang cannot move around at this time. He thinks to himself that he has to wait until night to investigate again. It seems that he will have to work in the dark again. It is a pity that the newspaper office and The Secret Service doesn't pay overtime.
Chief Editor Shi didn't go in for long, and then came out of the monastery, his face still paralyzed, and he couldn't tell what was going on.
It was already afternoon when I returned to the newspaper office. After developing the photos and handing them over to the editor, it was already off work time.
When I returned to No. 65 Hubei Road, I put on a gray and black pullover. The camouflage uniform was too cool, so I decided not to wear it out for the time being.
This time Ma Xiaoguang did not bring a gun, but he brought a steel crossbow and a short knife. He also put on some necessary equipment and put on a close-fitting backpack.
Although Boss Ma is highly skilled and bold, being an agent is a high-risk profession, so it is better to be careful when acting alone at night.
After running around for a while, I arrived outside the ancient temple. I carefully observed the surroundings and found no danger. I took out the flying tiger claws to put on the top of the wall and climbed the rope to cross the high wall.
Entering the ancient temple, the surroundings were quiet except for the occasional sound of wooden fish from the monks' evening classes.
Ma Xiaoguang used the shadows of houses, flowers and trees and other various terrain features to cover his way, and soon arrived quietly outside the Zen courtyard during the day.
Entering the monastery, I saw a lone lamp entering the bean. It was originally quiet, but suddenly there was a faint ticking sound. As an agent, Ma Xiaoguang was particularly familiar with this ticking sound - the sound of a transmitter.
If you are still sending reports at this time, they are definitely not addressed to Buddha and Bodhisattvas. Ninety-nine percent of them are spies.
Ma Xiaoguang walked slowly towards the Zen room, preparing to investigate it carefully, and took down the code. Although he might not be able to decipher it, his trip would not be in vain.
At this time, the sound of reporting was suddenly interrupted. A black figure flashed past and flew quickly over the wall. The door of the meditation room suddenly opened. A middle-aged monk rushed out of the meditation room with a sword in his hand. He picked up the knife and carefully inspected the monastery. He returned to the monastery without finding anything unusual.
Before the black shadow flashed past the monk and he rushed out of the monastery, Ma Xiaoguang had already subconsciously left the monastery and hid under a stone tablet nearby.
After the monk returned, the ticking sound sounded again, but it was intermittent due to the distance and could not be heard clearly. Boss Ma did not have a golden finger to open his ears, so naturally he could not hear clearly. In order to avoid being exposed, he could only temporarily suppress the idea of eavesdropping. .
At this time, the black shadow flashed past again. Seeing the black shadow flash past, Boss Ma suddenly became very angry. He couldn't alert Monk Huijue again now so he had to take out his anger on the black shadow first.
Heiying must have practiced the lightness kung fu that is rumored in the world. Although he cannot climb the water or walk on the snow without leaving a trace, his body is as light as a swallow and his steps are like the wind.
However, Ma Xiaoguang was originally very good with his hands, and was specially trained by the Smiling Tiger in hell. Although his kung fu may not be as good as the legendary masters in the world, but the action agent naturally has special steps, and he has been to terrain during the day that is better than that of the Man in Black. Familiar, compared to the two, they didn't fall behind at all.
After leaving the ancient temple, in the woods in the mountains, the man in black ran for a while, but saw that the person behind him still couldn't get away, so he simply stood still in a slightly empty and remote place, waiting for Ma Xiaoguang.
Seeing that the man in black no longer used Qing Kung, Ma Xiaoguang also stopped and walked slowly towards the man in black.
After taking only a few steps, I felt a strong wind in front of me. The opponent couldn't hold back and launched it first. Before the opponent's fist could strike, he poured all his strength into his fist and faced it without any fancy moves.
There was only a "bang" sound, which was even more distinct in the silent woods, but there seemed to be a wave of air around it, and the sleeping birds and beasts were awakened and screamed.
The man in black never expected that the opponent would receive the punch forcefully and with full force. He was horrified at the moment and mustered up all his energy to fight Ma Xiaoguang.
Ma Xiaoguang deliberately fought force against force with the man in black. In this case, if the sneak attack fails, his morale will be frustrated. As the saying goes, one will be strong, two will be weak, and three will be exhausted. The truth is that many people fight and two people fight. Communicating.
The man in black had turned his fists into palms and was attacking all the way. He saw his palms flying. Ma Xiaoguang felt that there were shadows of palms all around him. In the blink of an eye, he had received several slaps on his body, and he suddenly felt his blood surge.
However, Ma Xiaoguang was tortured by the Smiling Tiger for two months. Not to mention other things, his ability to resist beatings has improved several levels compared to before. He did not defend at the moment. He stabilized his body and quickly entered the horse with a Wing Chun fist. Both left and right hands changed. With his fingers, he quickly inserted them into the face of the man in black, and in an instant he looked directly into the eyes of the man in black.
The man in black never expected that his opponent would use such an unreasonable fighting style. He was about to change his moves to attack again, but Ma Xiaoguang seized the opportunity and suddenly changed his fingers into fists, with a solid "bang" It hit him on the face, and for a moment his eyes were filled with little stars.
The man in black was punched in the face, stars flashed across his eyes, and he immediately fell to the ground. However, he was quite experienced in fighting, and seeing that he was no match for it, he jumped up and flew ten feet away, only to see a cold light coming straight towards him. Ma Xiaoguang left with his chest.
This cold light was as fast as a meteor and as fast as lightning, making it impossible for Ma Xiaoguang to avoid it. He only heard a muffled sound, but he was already hit.
