Thinking of the Japanese and the others having so many titles, the fat man also felt that it was a very correct decision to name the special forces team Ghost.

Otherwise, the Japanese would not know who defeated him if they failed, so they would not respect their opponents very much.

"Since you, the Japanese, have a ninth group, then we have also found a way to find their whereabouts recently and see if we can find an opportunity to kill them!"

The Japanese spies are everywhere. I don’t know how many senior officials in Chongqing have become Japanese puppets. It can be seen that these Japanese spies still have a few tricks.

However, Lao Qian didn't believe the little fat man's statement. If the Japanese were so easy to kill, they wouldn't have been so embarrassed before.

"That's fine. I think these Japanese are nothing special. Just like the ninjas before, they knew they were slashing with swords!"

It’s not important to be a fat guy, after all, everyone can object.

But if the fat guy is following a bunch of bad guys... Oh no, he is a good brother, that would be a little trouble.

Now Tian Qiong understands what the word "madman" means. The group of people in front of him are just a group of madmen who do not take their opponents seriously at all.

No wonder the telegram sent by his superiors clearly recorded a sentence, that is, you must pay close attention to this fat man and must not let him take the lead in making trouble.

Facts have proved that they had no ability to keep a close eye on the fat man, but instead were led by the fat man.

"You must pay attention that the Japanese's strength is not as simple as you think, especially the ninth group of Falcons in this special high school class!"

Wu Mengjiao felt that it was necessary to remind the group of people in front of her, but he found that his words had no effect, so the other party was even more excited.

The little fat man picked up a cup of coffee. He didn't like drinking this thing very much. It was better to drink tea if it was bitter and sweet!

The hot coffee seems to be the favorite of the eagle, and of course it cannot be ruled out that he wants to pretend in front of Wu Mengjiao.

"What should I do about this matter? Let's look for the next clues. Sister Jiaojiao, you are responsible for the movements between the Japanese and Juntong!"

With a clear division of labor, everything will be easier to do, but at this time a mouse shit pops up.

Xiao Wen felt like she was useless. Although this was true, she still felt that she wanted to stand up and do something, so she pulled the fat man and shouted:

"Then what am I doing?"

"Well……"

The little fat man had already stood up, his hat had just been covered with his head. When he felt his sister's complaint, his expression froze and said vaguely:

"Your task is to stay at home honestly!"

For some reason, Li Feng always felt like he was lying to the child. In the face of the old sister's complaining eyes, she took a group of people away again.

Wu Mengjiao touched her forehead helplessly, and she found that things seemed to be out of control. She had never heard of the Eighth Route Army having such a group of people.

She basically knew the intelligence personnel who performed special missions, but this was the first time she saw this fat man.

Old Qian, who was standing beside him, said nothing after all, but Tian Qiong followed behind and said:

"Do you want to follow them?"

"Let Oda deal with this matter. Just don't let them encounter danger. You are showing up at critical moments!"

Wu Mengjiao was thinking about the eagle. This little man always made her dream, but she didn't expect to see him seven or eight years later.

The eagle didn't think about Wu Mengjiao, and I wonder if it was because the girl in front of me was younger and more beautiful.

They came outside a dance hall where luxury cars drove by from time to time, and some women with heavy makeup walked by. I don’t know if it was a dancer or a chicken, but almost everyone hugged a mature (old) man!

The little fat man looked at the cafe opposite with relish. Although he didn't understand why there was a cafe opposite the dance hall, what he wanted to know more now is why tea is served in the cafe?

"I said, Eagle, do you think that person will appear in the dance hall?"

The Eagle pried out some useful information from Qin Fang's mouth and ran out to find it. Unexpectedly, he really found some clues.

Professor Wei had known a wealthy British businessman before. He heard that the other party had invited him to Southeast Asia to find gold mines. The relationship between the two parties was very good and was once the other party was a confidant.

So Li Feng felt that Professor Wei might go to find him after he disappeared, so he wanted to find this guy as soon as possible.

The British man seemed very rich, and he lived a life of wine and wine every day. He would go out to the dance hall in broad daylight and live in a place of bright lights and wine every day.

The Eagle found clues and he often came to the dance hall recently, so Li Feng and the others were waiting opposite each other.

"Don't worry, boss, that Charles will be in this dance hall for seven days every ten days. We will always be here to stay here, so we will definitely find him."

Li's expression was very serious because he was not worried about this. Since they could find people who were related to Professor Wei, others would definitely be able to find the same information.

"We may not be waiting for him here. Look at the tables around here, there are several tables of people who look like they are waiting for people, something is wrong."

The fat man took a sip of tea, then had someone give him a few cups of coffee, and he entered the state of a movie star again.

Pack!

Big Dogzi and Ergouzi cannot come in. The two guys smell too rustic, so they can definitely be seen when they enter a place like a cafe.

The little fat man is different. What is the cafe? Even if he gets into the pile of Japanese devils, he can get along with the Japanese devils!

"I also think something is wrong, but now this is our only clue, so I can only wait here."

The eagle frowned, and he didn't look around from beginning to end, because he counted how many people there were in the cafe now. From entering this place to now, he counted clearly how many people there were in the total period.

"Let's wait!"

The fat man took a sip of coffee. He always felt that the noodles in the cafe were no wonder that the people fooled him, because the coffee tasted bad, and it had a strong smell of blood and gunpowder!

Ergouzi and Dagouzi were outside, dragging two rickshaws at the door of the dance hall, which were the tools they used to hide. Although they were very rustic, if they were with the rickshaw driver, they would like to see them no matter how they were.

Ergouzi had long noticed the look of the boss opposite, nodded and looked around.

This time, the fat man's face became even more gloomy, because it was not only them who took the same approach, but also other forces among the rickshaw drivers around him...
Chapter completed!