"Mr. Mu" walked out of Hoshino Bookstore.
He habitually observed the situation on the street before getting into the car.
Although he looked back from time to time and didn't find the tail, he still felt a little uneasy.
Intuition and the instinct of an agent told him that someone was watching him.
Who is the one?
Is it the previous organization?
Or are Neon's agents worried about themselves?
Or is it someone else?
After thinking about everything and going around in a circle, Mr. Mu finally returned to Bai Saizhong Road.
After getting out of the car and making sure there was nothing unusual, he walked around the nearby neighborhood for a while before returning to Maggie's apartment.
But none of this escaped Ma Xiaoguang's sight from a small truck in the distance.
Putting down the telescope, Ma Xiaoguang said nothing, thinking desperately about the people he had dealt with in the past...
"I must have seen this person before!"
Ma Xiaoguang once again confirmed his judgment.
However, after saying this, Ma Xiaoguang did not continue to struggle, but ordered the fat man to drive away as soon as possible.
After all, the current task is not to keep track of this "Mr. Mu".
The fat man drove and the two of them headed towards Hongkou.
This car belongs to Matsudaira Yoko Co., so I have to drive it back and change its appearance. At the very least, I have to change the license plate.
Just after crossing the Baidu Bridge outside the Suzhou River, I heard two gunshots.
The two were professional agents. Although the gunshots did not scare them, they still parked the car on the side of the road to avoid causing trouble.
A group of Japanese policemen wearing black suits and holding pistols walked quickly by the roadside. One of the leaders glanced at the family crest of the "Matsudaira family" on the car.
This group of Japanese arresters did not cause trouble for Ma Xiaoguang and Fatty. Instead, they led the people to search elsewhere knowingly.
Watching the Japanese prisoners disappear from sight, Fatty did not start the truck.
Because at this time, the two of them had seen through the rearview mirror the black muzzle of a gun pointing at the fat man's back.
"Don't move! Follow the route we told you! Head towards Robertson Road..."
The other party ordered aloud, with a bit of a weird accent in his accent.
Ma Xiaoguang and Fatty exchanged glances inadvertently.
The fat man pretended to be submissive and started the car with a slight trembling, while Ma Xiaoguang sat in the passenger seat without saying a word and played quail.
"Aren't the two heroes locals?"
After the car drove for a few minutes, the fat man saw in the rearview mirror that the expressions of the two people in the car behind were not as fierce as before, so he started chatting with them and asked.
"Of course not, we are Dahan..."
When one of them heard the fat man's question, he raised his head and answered with a smile.
"Don't say any more and keep driving!"
The man with the gun in his hand shouted to the two of them in a deep voice.
The carriage immediately returned to silence.
The car made many twists and turns, and the journey that originally took less than twenty minutes took nearly forty minutes.
The car arrived at Robertson Road and stopped.
The two heroes were about to get out of the car when they saw another group of ronin armed with various weapons rushing into the "Zhengyuan Grocery Store" not far ahead.
"Siba! Damn Neon Man!"
The person who was talking to the fat man just now couldn't hold back and said something in his native language.
"The contact point has been destroyed. It is no longer safe here. Turn around and leave!"
The man holding the gun was still calm, his face darkened, he pointed the gun at the fat man and ordered.
Of course, the fat man could do as he was told, and there was no need to act like a hero at this time.
The car turned around and drove off Robertson Road.
Ten minutes later, the car drove around and arrived at the Macao Road factory area.
"I mean, you two, you keep driving around like this, and the car is almost out of gas."
The fat man looked at the situation on the roadside, pointed at the fuel gauge, and said to the two heroes with a grimace.
Ma Xiaoguang looked silent, sitting in the passenger seat without saying a word.
"You two, if we have to run a long way, we need to replenish some gasoline..."
The fat man weakly advised the two heroes.
The man holding the gun glanced at the fuel gauge, then at the two people in the cab in front, and nodded slowly.
The pickup truck turned right and drove into a nearby oil depot.
The workers at the oil depot just raised their eyes and looked at the small truck, but did not say anything more.
"Squeak" the brakes were applied, and the vehicle stopped in the yard of the oil depot.
The yard smelled of gasoline.
"come on!"
The fat man waved a few banknotes and shouted to a worker who was busy nearby.
Seeing this, the worker hurriedly stepped forward to take the banknotes, and then picked up a long-mouthed iron oil drum from the ground.
This is not like the refueling machines of later generations, where refueling is done from a large bucket to a small bucket, and then added to the fuel tank.
"I mean, you two, why don't you put the gun down and let's get out of the car and have a chat?"
Ma Xiaoguang, who had been silent in the passenger seat, suddenly smiled and asked the two people in the car behind.
"What?"
Ma Xiaoguang's question caused the two heroes' minds to suddenly shut down.
The man with the gun was originally going to turn the gun towards Ma Xiaoguang to show him how powerful he was, but he soon gave up the idea.
Ma Xiaoguang is holding a lighter in his hand!
Fortunately, the lighter only opened the lid and did not light it.
But Ma Xiaoguang's right hand pressing on Flintstone made the two of them feel trembling.
"You two, get out of the car. If I were to deal with you intentionally, I wouldn't know how to write the word "death"!"
Yang Bailin, who was pretending to be a refueling worker, revealed half of his head at the back of the carriage and said jokingly to the two of them.
Looking again, the door of the oil depot has been closed, and the workers have long occupied various key positions.
"get off!"
The fat man's face suddenly darkened and he shouted sharply.
At the same time, Ma Xiaoguang's left hand shot was like lightning. The man holding the gun felt that his eyes were blurred, and with a slight movement in his hand, the pistol was somehow in Ma Xiaoguang's hand.
The situation was stronger than the human. After a fierce battle, the two heroes decided to save their strength and got out of the car obediently.
Inside the oil depot office.
"Let's talk about your organization and name..."
Ma Xiaoguang sat in the boss's seat and asked them coldly.
"The head can be severed, and the blood can be shed..."
The man who talked more just now took a step forward and said with his head raised.
"I say, you two, stop pretending. You know we are not neon people. If we were neon people, would you still be talking nonsense here?"
When the fat man heard this, he quickly interrupted this person's words.
Seeing that Fatty and Ma Xiaoguang looked a little unkind, the one who took the gun away from Ma Xiaoguang said loudly: "We are agents of the Provisional Government of the Great Cold Country. I am the operation team leader Park Jianren, and this is the operation team member Jin Yongcheng..."
"We have received reliable information from inside sources. Neon's domestic envoys are going to Broadway Tower today, so we are preparing to attack with all our strength! But we didn't expect..."
Ma Xiaoguang smiled and asked, "I didn't expect it to be a trap by the Neon Man?"
"Today was a trap. We were careless! But the news is absolutely reliable. It is said that Neon's envoy has a special mission and came to Shanghai. It is absolutely true!"
Seeing Ma Xiaoguang's disapproval, Pu Jianren shouted anxiously.
