Zuo Chong walked out of the door under Yu Hong's greeting and walked downstairs to think about the next step of work. Times change, as the situation develops, many arrangements need to be adjusted.

For example, the official residence has no value anymore, Song Minghao and Wu Jingzhong can withdraw it. Jiujiawei is the focus of the next work, and reliable personnel must be arranged to squat and send them there.

Most of the spies in the Military Intelligence Department are from the military and have stronger abilities to operate in the wild. If there is friction with Xu Enzeng's subordinates, those party sticks and gangsters are not the elite opponents of the army.

Friction is nothing. Wang Badan, who was beaten to death at the agent headquarters, had his own cheap teacher to deal with the aftermath. He was afraid that he would lose. Then Dai Chunfeng would be angry and he could not afford to lose this person.

As for Tiger Bridge, you can just leave a small number of personnel to monitor it. Wu Chunyang’s political intelligence unit does not need to be fully invested, so that a part of his hands can be divided into stares at Meng Ting, and then expose the Chinese detachment.

He is the only one who knows where the two Japanese are. This is not possible. More people have to discover them through formal procedures, otherwise they will not be able to kill people with a knife, which is related to the overall plan.

Zuo Chong was thinking about it, walked out of the residential building, got into the car and spent several rounds in Jinling City to return to Honggong Temple, and immediately reported to Dai Chunfeng the plan and Yu Hong's guess.

Lao Dai just asked him to take charge of the next work. He didn't know what he was going to make. Zuo Chong was too lazy to guess, so he immediately returned to the office and arranged the next division of labor through the phone.

With these calls, the work direction of the Military Intelligence and Political Intelligence Units was quickly adjusted, and teams of spies began to track and monitor their respective targets inside and outside Jinling City.

Jiujiawei...

Meng Ting.

Under the full investigation of the Intelligence Department, photos, surveillance records, and surveillance tapes were sent to the office of Zuozhong, and the actions of the relevant parties gradually became clear.

First of all, Song Minghao and Wu Jingzhong, they found that unknown personnel were present at the coal yard terminal in Jiujiawei. After identification, they were all staff members of the special agent headquarters, with a number of about twenty to thirty people.

The group of people pretended to be dock workers wandering around the execution ground, seemingly familiar with the terrain. According to observation, they even surveyed and mapped every location where people could be hidden and hidden.

As the saying goes, the right time, the right place, and the harmonious people. Whoever is more familiar with the terrain during combat will have a better advantage. Maybe a small landfill will determine who wins and loses on both sides. This matter must be taken seriously.

In the fight between Jinling, the agents headquarters had a great advantage. If the underground party did not even have a good location, they could only be beaten passively. This situation was something Zuo Chong would never want to see.

It seems that you have to find a way to destroy the other party's terrain survey or hand over the results of the terrain survey to Lao K. This matter depends on the situation. Choose which method is easy to implement.

In addition, the only residents near Jiujiawei were also taken away. More than a dozen men and women spies moved into the house to live a life. This time, the basic intelligence collection work of the agent headquarters was done very solidly.

Because if underground parties conduct reconnaissance, it is very likely to inquire with the surrounding residents. This is the other party’s intelligence work tradition. If this is the case, it will be that they will jump into Xu Enzeng’s trap.

Not only did the scheduled execution ground have abnormal movements, but also the situation on Zhongshan North Road. There were a few strange patrolmen in all intersections from prison to execution ground. They didn’t go far and just wandered around the intersection.

At the same time, the police uniforms worn by these people are very incompatible, either too big or too small. Everyone is wearing shiny leather shoes. These two points are enough to show that these are a group of fake policemen.

Patrol officers walk on the road for a day with leather shoes, so don’t think about going home. If they take off their shoes, they will not faint. Even if the sweat on their feet is less smelly in winter, there are a few patrol officers willing to wear leather shoes to train the street.

Xu Enzeng made a lot of money this time, and it is estimated that hundreds of people would be needed to monitor these intersections. I don’t know where he got the staff. I’m afraid he can’t get along with Director Chen, so the other party is also anxious now.

The most harsh way to punish a person who is obsessed with fame is to make him a white-robed man, lose his original power and his support. The feeling is even more uncomfortable than death.

So in order to be the director's position, Director Chen must do his best. Hundreds of spies are nothing. There are many party departments in various places. Even if they are not professional enough, they can still be competent to block the intersection.

Zuo Chong put down the report of the Military Intelligence Unit, picked up the report of the Political Intelligence Unit, took a look at it, picked up the phone and found Wu Chunyang, and asked him to come to his office to report in person immediately.

Less than an hour after the phone call, Wu Chunyang came in a thief. After entering the door, he smiled and walked a cigar from the cigar box on the table. He bit the eggplant and shook it off and lighted it.

"Slowly, the one who is talking about someone like you. Use this box of matches to order it, otherwise the taste will be wrong. You kid are so rude. This is the best South American gift given to me by Deputy Director Zheng."

Zuo Chong looked at him with contempt, took out a box of matches from the drawer and threw them over, and took a cigar himself and put it in the golden cigar cutters. He asked casually while pressing the switch.

"Chunyang, look at your report. Meng Ting has been mingling with a group of strangers recently. Do you know who the other party is? You must keep this guy close and never let this person be out of surveillance."

"Don't worry, the section chief, I can't escape. Meng Ting does have contact with a group of mysterious people. His identity is currently unknown, but from his daily diet, he should be a Chinese, and he comes from the Guangdong Province."

Wu Chunyang took a cigar and held it in his mouth for a few seconds and whispered: "They ate three Cantonese meals in the past two days. The first meal was only half, and then he threw it with the domestic garbage.

The second and third meals were a small restaurant that Meng Ting personally found. According to the survey, the owner is from Guangdong Province. He had worked in a famous Xinya Guangdong restaurant in Shanghai. The food taste should be relatively authentic."

Zuo Chong nodded slowly. Meng Ting finally didn't disappoint himself and successfully attracted the attention of the intelligence department to the Chinese detachment, so that the next plan would go smoothly.

He pretended to be musing and said, "Oh? The first meal was thrown away by a mysterious person because it was not authentic enough. The taste was so picky that they either lived in Guangdong Province or lived in their senior officials.

This clue is very valuable. Once the person is identified, you can draw a rough range of suspicion. Your surveillance report says that there are more than a dozen people on the other side, and this is not a small force."

"Yes, Section Chief."

Wu Chunyang didn't know that his section chief had known the other party's background for a long time and continued to report: "I think so too, but what kind of force does Guangdong Province have? Is it a local warlord?"

The warlords he mentioned refer to Chen Bonan, the number one figure in Guangdong Province, the deputy commander-in-chief of the front line of Ganzhou, Guangdong, Fujian and Hunan. This man was ambitious and tried to compete with the Jinling government and was a powerful local faction.

Zuo Chong immediately sneered: "It's not that I look down on Chen Bonan. He seems to have controlled the power of the party, government and military in Guangdong Province. He is known as the King of the Southern Heaven. He can only make decisions for few people and make many decisions, and only dry bones in the tomb.

He stared at his own acre of three-point land all day long, and was not as good as Mr. Yan, who was dancing on eggs, sooner or later, would be dealt with by the leader, and it would be impossible to send troops to Jinling."

Wu Chunyang didn't understand the battles at the top, but when he thought about the information sent by the lower class, it seemed that the other party really rarely got involved in affairs outside of Guangdong Province, and just focused on consolidating his own rule.

It's not the other party, who could it be?

Zuo Chong, who was next to him, coughed gently: "Chunyang, why didn't you see the surveillance photos on your side? I have repeatedly emphasized that we must archive the suspicious person's image.

This kind of work attitude is not good. As the chief of the stockholder, you should be good at others. You can’t just lie on the credit book and make money. We can’t be like Xu Enzeng.”

Wu Chunyang was stunned and smiled bitterly: "Section Chief, there is no way. These people squat in the warehouse every day and cannot come out. There is no cover around the warehouse. Even if the other party comes out, we cannot get close to take photos."

"Oh, that's it."

Zuo Chong made a sudden realization: "Warehouse, what warehouse, what company, can we use side channels to do our work, and let the company's internal personnel cooperate with you to monitor."

"That warehouse belongs to the Pacific Foreign Company, and we couldn't penetrate it. We asked a few Chinese and Chinese who were working in it, but they all refused." When it came to this matter, Wu Chunyang was so angry.

"Swire Co., Ltd."

Zuo Chong's acting skills were super strong, and he frowned and looked at him: "Are you sure? Our peripheral agency discovered that a few days ago, there were more than a dozen suspicious people in the Aries freighter of Swire Company.

However, neither the police station nor the Cao Gang found the whereabouts of these people. Could it be that the mysterious people who met Meng Ting were these people? Then things would be troublesome, and the British should be here to take revenge on us."

At the end of his speech, he became gloomy and looked very angry. A professional agent who was beaten to the door would not be afraid. Anger is a normal manifestation, let alone on his own territory.

Wu Chunyang opened his mouth wide, but he didn't expect that things would be so coincidental, and the British actually dared to send personnel to retaliate. Then he fell into deep thought, would Meng Ting collude with the British?

The detective's archives were clearly written. He grew up in Shanghai. Later, he worked in the French Concession, went to France to study, and returned to China to work in the rear police department. His origin and resume were very clean.

At least there is no problem on the surface. Meng Ting has no history of traveling to Harbor City. When he was heading to France, the cruise ship he took did not pass through Harbor City, but was docked at the Annan port occupied by the French.

The only possibility is that he joined the British intelligence agency while studying in France. He would not have decided to sell his country and nation just because he had a few conversations with Formosa at the train station.

Looking at Wu Chunyang thinking hard, Zuo Chong got up and walked to the window and hugged his arms, and said slowly: "Actually, I discussed it with Lao Gu. At that time, I thought these people might be official British personnel.

The reason is that the cargo ship traveled from Shanghai to Jinling at an unreasonable speed. The only one who could make Swire foreign company, the behemoth was the British government, but it seems that it may not be possible now."

Wu Chunyang understood what he meant, and after thinking about it, he felt that it was not safe to conclude that the mysterious man was a British based on this reason alone. There are too many things in this world that can make businessmen take risks.

For example, money.
Chapter completed!