On the way away from a place.

Dai Chunfeng sat in the back seat of the car and said with his eyes closed: "Shen Zhong, have you seen the performance of the underground party committee members? They are really iron-mouthed and have tough teeth. I think it won't be long before Xu Enzeng is going to go on a killing spree."

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Zuo Zhong rubbed his nose: "The interrogation of the idiots in the first department is too rough. I think many of them have been disabled. There is no point in recruiting them. It is better to die without speaking."

His heart was trembling. He had just seen the captured underground gang members. The agents from Division 1 had conducted various tortures on them to extract confessions. One person had already died, but the remaining people remained silent.

In particular, the committee member had three fingernails pulled out. He was very calm in the face of the enemy's torture, and even promoted his doctrine to the spies. Xu Enzeng was so angry that he flew into a rage and was humiliated in front of Dai Chunfeng.

Zuo Zhong endured his grief in the interrogation room and could not show a trace of sympathy. All he could do was collect all useful intelligence and then report it to the underground party, so that the other party could carry out the next step of work based on the intelligence.

Returning to the Secret Service, Zuo Chong returned to his office without saying a word. He recalled the security force at the secret service headquarters. There were four guards with long guns at the door, and a dozen armed agents outside the detention center and interrogation room.

In addition, there are more than a hundred permanent agents in the yard, all equipped with short guns, but there must be other weapons in the arsenal. It is probably unrealistic to raid the agent headquarters with the power of the Jinling underground party.

The only possibility is to conduct an ambush on the way to transfer the prisoners. At that time, the guard strength is at its weakest. If the most ferocious and rapid firepower attack is used, and the personnel are rescued and the personnel are evacuated immediately, the success is very high.

There are two difficulties in this plan. One is to confirm the route and escort personnel, and the other is to provide a batch of powerful weapons for the underground party. The first point is easy to say, but the second point makes Zuo Zhong scratch his head. You can't put the intelligence department's

Take out your weapons.

After thinking for a long time, Zuo Zhong called Song Minghao. He was the right person to do this kind of sneaky thing. Moreover, he was also the chief of the military unit and had a good relationship with some people in the army. It was said that some businesses were very big.

Because Song Minghao has sent him US dollars several times, judging from the thickness and frequency, the other party's business is definitely not a small deal. Now if he wants arms, he can make some subtle moves.

Song Minghao was more energetic than before, his hair was neatly combed, his Italian leather shoes reflected his figure, and his British dress was enough to earn him several months' salary. Zuo Zhong frowned when he saw this.

Zuo Zhong didn't want anything to happen to him, so he reminded: "Old Song, you are more conspicuous than Virgo in your outfit, so be careful of the impact."

Song Minghao was shocked and quickly explained: "Section Chief, I just came back from the army, and there are some things that need to be done..."

"Then you should be more careful." Zuo Zhong interrupted him: "Someone has reported to me that your life is corrupt. I suppressed the matter. If the other party finds Virgo, I can't save you."

Song Minghao's teeth were itching with anger. He didn't know which villain was accusing him. He, Old Song, had just had a few good days, but someone was jealous and made him stumble. Fortunately, he had taken care of it, otherwise it would have been really bad.

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Seeing Song Minghao gnashing his teeth, Zuo Chong was happy. He was just talking nonsense, but this old boy had to warn him frequently, otherwise he would be too ambitious and difficult to control.

Seeing that the heat was almost done, Zuo Zhong coughed lightly and said, "Old Song, how big is your business?"

Speaking of this, Song Minghao got excited: "This Qiu Ba gang is so brave. They can produce hand rifles, light and heavy machine guns, and even mortars. It is said that the one at the top has the same surname as Director Chen."

Zuo Zhong understood. It turned out to be the young committee chairman. With such a background, no wonder he was so arrogant. He even dared to sell machine guns and mortars. If these weapons fell into the hands of Japanese spies, he would be in trouble.

Suddenly, Zuo Zhong thought that Takeuchi Fumio's three-stroke Czech style could not have been obtained from these gangsters, but he was not a filial son of the Fruit Party and was too lazy to care about such nonsense. The bigger their business, the better.

Zuo Zhong clasped the table: "Anyway, you should keep a low profile. If necessary in the future, the office will take care of your business and at least give you a reason to do things. Do you understand?"

Song Minghao certainly understood that many operations of the Secret Service were secret and would definitely require arms outside of formal channels. Zuo Zhong's words were like giving him a gold medal to avoid death. If something really happened, he would be the informant of the Secret Service.

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"Thank you very much, section chief. Your great kindness will never be forgotten."

"Okay, okay, my help is not for nothing, understand."

"I understand, I will definitely convey your thoughts, section chief, please rest assured."

"Okay, let's go, remember to keep a low profile."

After sending away Song Minghao who had thanked him profusely, Zuo Zhong put his chin on his hands and narrowed his eyes. Now that weapons were available and they were free, Zuo Zhong decided to be a gentleman once again when he found their inventory.

It is impossible to do business. Only by cheating can you be safe. These weapons are all military-standard equipment and can be easily traced after the operation. You cannot underestimate the wild boars at the Secret Service Headquarters.

But there was still one thing to do. Zuo Zhong found Dai Chunfeng and reported to him the information about the black market of weapons in the military. Dai Chunfeng did not say anything after hearing this. This matter was not a secret.

Selling supplies, drinking the blood of soldiers, and smuggling weapons is an old tradition of the national army. If any military leader, big or small, does not do this, if we really want to investigate, even the chairman of the committee may not be able to suppress him.

Zuo Zhong cautiously suggested: "Teacher, some weapons for secret operations can be purchased from there. They are relatively secretive."

Dai Chunfeng had no objection: "You can make up your mind on this kind of thing, but you must keep good accounts. Weapons must be checked and registered when entering and leaving the warehouse. We must not allow them to flow outside, especially into the hands of underground parties."

Zuo Zhong patted his chest and promised that such a thing would never happen with him. Dai Chunfeng was relieved that Zuo Zhong's ability and loyalty could be trusted. He immediately wrote a note and asked the General Affairs Department to make a payment.

Buy weapons.

Before leaving, Dai Chunfeng said one thing. Director Chen will hold a meeting in the near future. The purpose of the meeting is to summarize the recent intelligence work. Zuo Zhong will attend with him when the time comes. Zuo Zhong nods in agreement.

After coming out of Dai Chunfeng's place, Zuo Zhong came to Song Minghao with the approval slip. When he saw the number on it, Song Minghao's eyes lit up and he felt that doing business with the government was pleasant and safe.

Zuo Zhong patted his shoulder: "Old Song, I begged Virgo for a long time before he agreed to this matter. Your business partners must remember the benefits of Virgo, and they cannot shirk anything in the future."

"Section Chief, please rest assured. This matter will be left to me. If those bastards dare to cross the river and burn the bridge, I can't get around them." Song Minghao kept saying nice things.

After Zuo Zhong finished speaking, he left. Now that the bait has been set, just waiting for Song Minghao, the old turtle, to take the bait. He will definitely be eager to communicate with his business partners. Faced with such a large business, the other party will definitely take inventory.

As expected, Song Minghao sneaked away after get off work, and Zuo Zhong drove a car and hung far behind him. After all, it was not an intelligence operation. Song Minghao was not very vigilant and did not even take anti-tracking actions.

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Zuo Zhong decided to continue to strengthen personnel training. If someone really wants to mess with Song Minghao, they don't need professional intelligence personnel. An ordinary person can do it. Following him, Song Minghao entered a nightclub.

The situation inside was unknown. Zuo Zhong was not prepared to go in. Song Minghao and the others would not be stupid enough to put weapons in the nightclub. If it exploded, they would not be able to chop off a hundred heads.

Zuo Zhong parked the car in the distance and looked at the customers coming and going in the nightclub. They were all well-dressed upper-class people. He became more and more sure that the warehouse was not here. At this time, a car with a military license plate parked at the door. Several people

Officer Qi Yuxuan got out of the car and walked in.

Song Minghao's game got bigger and bigger, with one colonel, two lieutenant colonels, and one major. Zuo Zhong waited patiently, knowing that they would definitely have to discuss for a while, such as how much share they should give him.

Half an hour later, Song Minghao and several officers got into the car, and the car drove away quickly. Zuo Zhong followed behind with renewed energy, knowing that they were going to the warehouse, and everything was according to his plan.

The other party also did not conduct any counter-tracking, and drove arrogantly through the city at speed, and finally stopped outside a warehouse. Zuo Zhong slowly drove the car into the alley next to the warehouse, turned off the car lights, and observed their movements.

I saw a person get out of the car, open the warehouse door, and then the car drove in. Zuo Zhong couldn't believe it. There was no one guarding the warehouse. How brave are they?

After thinking about it, I thought it was the same. No thief would dare to steal this thing. There is no way to sell it. The black market for arms in the military is too deep. I am afraid that the police department and other departments have long been involved.

Song Minghao and others moved very quickly this time and left in less than ten minutes. The car drove past the entrance of the alley, and they bent down to avoid sight. It was not until the sound of the car became farther and farther away that they raised their heads.

Looking at the huge dark warehouse in the distance, Zuo Zhong grinned and put on his mask, got out of the car and removed the license plate. Until there was no movement in the area, his car slowly drove out of the alley with its lights black, and the masked man came out again.

Late at night, a car parked outside an abandoned house in Jinling City. The tires were flattened, and then a black figure came and went carrying something. An hour later, the car sped away, leaving shallow ruts.

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Two days later, Zhang Anren received Qiu Chan's telegram, which translated into an address. Zhang Anren knew that this was the location of the dead mailbox. Considering Qiu Chan's safety, he decided to disguise himself to pick up the goods.

Along the way, Zhang Anren kept changing modes of transportation, changing routes from different shops and the back doors of restaurants. Until he was sure that there was no danger, he called a rickshaw and told him a place, but it was still far away from the dead mailbox.

When Zhang Anren arrived at the place on foot, he looked around vigilantly, then bent down and got into the abandoned house, but came out quickly. He looked a little weird, because there were too many things inside, and it was impossible for one person to take them out.

You can take dozens of passes and thousands of dollars with you, but you cannot take away more than a dozen machine guns, dozens of rifles, more pistols and ammunition, and you must seek help from the organization.

Zhang Anren is now a little confused about Qiu Chan's identity. Is he a high-ranking member of the Guo Party or the military? Why can he bring out so many weapons at once? It's like an arsenal inside.
Chapter completed!