Ma Xiaoguang tied the waste bag to his body with hemp rope.
For one thing, those waste products are quite useful to him.
Secondly, this is more in line with the look of a waste collector.
Three, it will be easier to move like this...
Ma Xiaoguang followed the black knight from a distance, trying not to be exposed.
The knight in black took the saddle and walked for a while. In a quiet and uninhabited place, he stretched out his hand and fumbled around in the saddle for a while.
Soon, he took out a small leather bag like an envelope. It looked like it should contain information or photos.
The knight in black put the small bag in his arms properly and put it away, then put the saddle in the saddle room as if nothing had happened and changed into a gray dress before coming out.
The knight in black - ah no, it should be the man in gray now. He lit up a cigarette and looked around casually. After making sure that there was no danger and no tail, he left the horse racing club leisurely.
On the street of Nanjing West Road, the man in gray casually hailed a rickshaw, told him a location, and the rickshaw drove away.
Ma Xiaoguang had already dug out a slightly better green cloth jacket from the sack at the corner of the street, and replaced it with the tattered waste collection clothes.
It doesn't work like this, wearing that outfit will look too eye-catching no matter what car you ride in!
It's not impossible to chase him on foot, but after chasing him, I'm afraid he'll be exhausted and won't be able to do anything else.
After changing clothes and just running to the street, a rickshaw that had been waiting at the entrance of the Horse Racing Club quietly stopped beside Ma Xiaoguang.
Ma Xiaoguang also jumped up without hesitation.
"Follow the rickshaw in front of you, the one with the man in the gray dress..." Ma Xiaoguang whispered to the rickshaw driver.
There are not so many coincidences in the world. This car was arranged by Charlie Cao (Cao Mu) through the periphery of Wynn Rickshaw Company before the operation.
Two rickshaws were waiting at the entrance of the Horse Racing Club, waiting for Ma Xiaoguang and Fatty - they had to be fully prepared for everything.
Commander Ma is satisfied with Charlie Cao's arrangements and plans.
It cannot be a car every time. The cost of using a car is high. In addition, after all, a car is a luxury product and its target is relatively large.
The Huixi man kept walking toward Hongkou in the northeast, riding a rickshaw through the streets and alleys, going around deliberately.
After walking east and west for an hour and crossing the river, we arrived at a secluded place on Hailun Road in Hongkou.
The man in gray clothes carefully observed the surrounding situation, got off the car and threw a banknote to the rickshaw driver.
The driver was extremely tired and sweating profusely. He stood there for a while and then picked up the banknote from his feet.
Ma Xiaoguang paid double the fare to the driver who pulled him - this trip was really tiring, it was more than five kilometers.
It's not that Ma Xiaoguang is showing random kindness, but that the coachman brother needs to deliver the sacks to Charlie Cao, which can be regarded as hard work.
If it were an ordinary coachman, he wouldn't be worried.
The man in gray entered a Japanese-style courtyard.
There is a wooden sign at the door with the highly recognizable four Chinese characters "Yuxuan Chess Club" on it.
Ma Xiaoguang casually browsed newspapers for a while at a roadside newsstand.
He noticed that there were at least two observation posts around the "Yu Xuan Chess Club".
One is a snack shop opposite the chess club. The shop is empty, and the boss and waiters are also absent-minded. They are all a bit indifferent to the customers coming in and out.
The other is a bicycle repair shop on the corner of the back alley. The craftsmanship in repairing bicycles is really unbearable. It took half an hour to change a tire...
However, this is the sphere of influence that the Neon people consider themselves to be, and they are already very low-key to be able to do this.
Some places are more casual, just find some ronin to stand guard outside.
Ma Xiaoguang still agrees with what the Chairman said later - none of the Japanese we met were not detectives or plainclothes.
In addition to professional intelligence personnel, many Neon people in China have taken up the task of investigating intelligence either voluntarily or passively.
This kind of extremely detailed division of labor and extremely far-reaching planning is really scary to think about sometimes!
Many things were confirmed later.
For example, after the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, most of the maps held by the national army were maps with a scale of less than 1:25,000. It was not because they did not want to draw the maps in detail, but because I really couldn't do it!
The worst maps used by the Japanese army are 1:100,000. Such maps are more macroscopic and help generals grasp the overall situation of the battlefield.
Ma Xiaoguang resisted the urge to go around to the back alley to investigate the "Youxuan Chess Club", carefully observed the surroundings again, and bought two newspapers.
After buying the newspaper, Ma Xiaoguang took out his lighter and pressed it a few times, finally lighting up the inferior cigarette. After taking a few puffs, he walked slowly towards North Sichuan Road.
After walking for a few minutes, Ma Xiaoguang felt someone was following him.
It seems that the Japanese spy does have two skills, and he is not a chicken and a dog. Maybe he was exposed when he was following the man in gray.
Ma Xiaoguang did not look back, but continued walking on North Sichuan Road at a normal pace.
It's daytime now, and the other party is probably just following you, trying to figure out your bottom in turn.
It seems that the opponent's tracking skills are average, but his skills are very good. If you are not sure, you can't do it casually.
Ma Xiaoguang walked south along North Sichuan Road for about twenty minutes. When he saw a road on the left, he turned into it.
This road is called Wuchang Road, commonly known as Zi Laihuo Street.
Next to Wuchang Road is Zhapu Road.
There is a Tiantong Building at No. 71 Zhapu Road, which is a beautiful European-style building built in 1929.
The building is located at the intersection of Huangpu River and Suzhou River, close to Waibaidu Bridge and Zhapu Road Bridge.
Past the north vertical wall of the building, there is an old-style block built in the Qing Dynasty, with two-story brick and wood buildings. This block of buildings forms a number of maze-like lanes.
There is a tall cement building and tall chimney at the end of the alley, which is the Zhapu Road Thermal Power Plant of Shanghai Electric and Light Company.
This is also the origin of this area called Zi Lai Huo Street.
Seeing the power plant from a distance, Ma Xiaoguang had some concerns.
Ma Xiaoguang reached the intersection of Andingli and suddenly stopped.
Suddenly, Ma Xiaoguang turned around and looked around as if he suddenly remembered something.
The moment he turned around, Ma Xiaoguang heard two soft sounds of something being knocked down...
However, Ma Xiaoguang did not check the source of the sound at all, but suddenly turned around and got into the Anding.
When the two men in black suits behind him saw the target suddenly disappearing, they were very anxious at the moment. They didn't care about tracking and concealment, and jumped into the Andingli alley.
After entering Andingli, I saw Ma Xiaoguang's back in front of me.
The two of them chased down Andingli for five minutes, but they saw Ma Xiaoguang's figure flashing and disappearing.
The two hurriedly followed, but there was a fork in the road. After thinking for a while, the two decided to follow separately.
Andingli was not long, and soon one of the young men in a black suit came to the end. The end of the road was the outer wall of a cement building, and there was no other way.
Looking past the outer wall, there is a pile of baskets on the roadside.
When the young man in black saw the basket, he didn't rush over, but stopped and waited for a while.
After a while, his companion came through from another alley.
The two looked at each other and without saying much, took out the issued Southern-style pistols from their bodies.
The other party is unlucky, this is a dead end...
The two of them, one behind the other, slowly approached the pile of baskets.
Soon, they looked at each other and smiled - a corner of a wet green gown was exposed from the edge of the basket.
The two of them were still one behind the other, one of them holding a gun to cover behind.
The other person gently reached out and lifted the basket.
As soon as his hand touched the basket, the man first felt wet and cool, and then felt a sharp sting.
That feeling was unprecedented. For a moment, it felt like thousands of steel needles were piercing me, and then my whole body was numb!
The man holding the gun was confused for a moment, and he quickly stepped forward with the gun, ready to see what happened.
Just as he took the first step, he felt a huge force pushing against his back. He was caught off guard and fell onto his companion.
The same tingling feeling spread throughout the body, and then the same numbness...
Ma Xiaoguang stood there, shook his head and sighed: "Asshole, you have to learn to be a spy, but you don't know how to use electricity safely!"
After that, he took off his coat, carefully wrapped his hands, pulled out the wires from the corner of the basket, and added some materials to the two of them...
After two minutes, after checking their breathing and confirming that they were already broken up, Ma Xiaoguang smiled happily.
An hour later, Siming Village safe house.
"Southern-style pistol? What can this piece of shit do? And a wallet? Master, are you a thief?"
The fat man looked through the pile of things on the coffee table and asked in confusion.
"It's not about being a thief, it's about killing thieves... These two bastards were following me. In order to avoid future troubles, I had to kill them. I didn't use a gun. I got an accidental electrocution. Even if the neon devils could guess it, there was nothing they could do."
"Now I am 100% sure that Wei Shengqiu must be colluding with the Japanese intelligence agency! I just don't know which intelligence agency it is?"
Ma Xiaoguang picked up the match on the table, lit a Hardman and said while smoking it.
The lighter was put aside, already disassembled, and the microfilm inside would have to be developed later.
"Don't just talk about me, how are you doing over there?"
Ma Xiaoguang asked the fat man.
"I followed Wei Shengqiu. This guy had no skills... and finally followed him to Credit Agricole on the Bund."
"This guy saved a sum of money, probably in exchange for the information you saw in that wallet."
The fat man said to Ma Xiaoguang confidently.
"These bastards! I wish all their families will die! Next, let the outside brothers fly kites. Looking at Wei Shengqiu, we will go to another place tomorrow!"
When Ma Xiaoguang heard this, he gritted his back molars and said viciously.
