Cicada Moving

Chapter 1184 Extra: Assassination of Daozi (4)

 Two days later, H City, Community A

The dim street lamp shines on the forest path, leaving behind a halo of light that is not bright, and a figure slowly runs from a distance.

 Hulchi…huchi…

　　The visitor gasped and entered the dark alley. After a few dozen seconds, he appeared at a T-shaped intersection with a busy highway in front of him.

 “vomit~”

On the left side of the T-shaped intersection, a drunkard was vomiting with his hands on his knees. The runner glanced at the mess of vomit on the ground, frowned slightly and turned right.

The city is extremely lively at night. White-haired old men walking, urban beauties walking their dogs, children laughing and playing, vendors setting up stalls, and electric cars speeding past form a vivid world.

After running three to four hundred meters, the runner came to an intersection again. Looking at the crowded traffic ahead and on the left, he hesitated for a moment and gave up crossing the road, choosing to continue turning right and moving along the sidewalk.

But while he was running, he suddenly stopped, put his feet on the steps and tied his shoelaces, and glanced suspiciously in the direction he came from.

I don’t know why, but runners always feel like someone is following them these days, and this sense of voyeurism is everywhere.

 He also sought help from his family and friends, but everyone told him in unison that this must be an illusion caused by not getting enough rest.

 “A few dishes, just drink like this.”

 “Can the other party earn back the gas fee by following you?”

 “A good rest and more sleep are better than anything else.”

Recalling the ridicule of his friends, the runner who had gained nothing helplessly shook his head, got up and ran again.

 In and outside the sidewalk, several men of different heights and shapes were either answering the phone, riding bicycles, or looking down at their mobile phones among the crowd, moving in the same direction as the runners.

With the 2-kilometer-long variable-speed run, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians and vehicles on the road. The runners were no longer interested in paying attention to what was behind them, and sweat continued to drip down their foreheads and bridges of noses.

Inadvertently, he discovered that the smart watch on his wrist had lost the network signal at some point. When he looked up again, the red indicator light of the roadside security probe also fell into darkness.

The runner's body paused and quickly returned to normal. He ran at a constant speed towards the intersection ten meters away in front of him. Follow this fork for another two to three hundred meters and you will reach a residential area.

 But just when he was about to turn, he found two figures standing straight in the middle of the fork in the road, and the bright street lights in the past had been extinguished.

 In the silent streets, there was the pounding of the heart, the sound of heavy breathing, and the air seemed to be frozen.

 Looking back behind him and on the other side of the road, he saw two people following each other unhurriedly. The runner's pupils shrank, and he put a little force on his feet to prepare to run with all his strength.

　　But God is not as good as man. Before he could make a move, someone slowly walked over in the darkness ahead, and mysterious people from other directions gradually gathered around him.

The runner knew that he could not run for the time being, so he raised his hand to make a push-hand display and shouted to the person in front of him. If the other party dares to act alone, he must be the leader of these people.

 “Eight-level boxing, Taozi.”

Facing the runner’s extremely non-standard eight-level boxing movements and funny self-introduction, the visitor looked at his rolling eyes, chuckled lightly, took out something and said calmly.

“Browning, Wu Chunyang.”

　　唰!

The man who called himself Daozi stopped wasting time. He raised his hands above his head and performed a French military salute, but then he looked sharply at the person coming, his eyes widening.

Not long after, a van drove away quickly, and there was no one left on the empty and quiet road.

—

   Another direction from H City, Community B.

 The fat old man was sitting in a restaurant, putting a wonton into his mouth and chewing it gently. The dough mixed with gravy exploded instantly.

 The delicious food makes people feel happy easily. The old man's expression relaxed a little, and his chopsticks flew up and down faster.

Outside the door, three short and sturdy men were scattered around the exit of the community. They walked past pedestrians calmly and silently observed each other's appearance.

On the rooftop of the postal building more than a few hundred meters away, a person stood by the fence, looking down at the brightly lit city.

—

 Shanghai, a certain criminal investigation detachment. The building built at the beginning of the century looks a bit old, but the shining police badge at the main entrance makes the place full of solemnity.

 In the large office, police officers ran in and out from time to time, the phone rang constantly, and the fax machine in the corridor spit out a long document.

“Ji City Municipal Bureau, I am Xiao Ding from Shanghai, have you received the investigation report?”

“Yes, that’s the internet writer who writes military novels.”

 “Okay, thank you, thank you for your hard work.”

One of the police officers hung up the phone, knocked on the door and entered an office to report urgently: "Fang Zhi, Ji City's target has been eliminated. The other party's movement trajectory, network activities and social media feedback are all normal."

 “Okay, you go to work.”

"yes."

After Fang Yuejin let his men go out, he turned to look at his old friend who was looking at the map with his back turned, and asked a question in an uncertain tone.

“I said, what’s so interesting about the map? Come and sit down. Are the two reconnaissance directions you mentioned reliable? Can we find those three suspects?”

Hearing the words, the other party turned around, revealing a middle-aged face with no memory. He was dressed in simple clothes and looked very ordinary.

Hearing Fang Yuejin mention the suspect, his eyes gleamed, he quickly walked to Fang Yuejin, sat down in front of him and said.

“I have watched both the video and the scene. It is indeed interesting. There are traces of special training. It is very similar to the classical school’s action style. This kind of person cannot be dealt with by ordinary law enforcement agencies.”

 “Classical?”

Fang Yuejin was confused and took several music tutoring lessons with his daughter. He only knew that music seemed to be divided into classical and modern, but he did not know that this division also existed in the intelligence field.

The middle-aged man nodded: "Yes, the so-called classical school refers to the intelligence personnel before the 1980s. Their characteristic is that they emphasize action and ignore intelligence.

If the target of the three suspects is indeed an Internet writer, there is no chance for the other party to escape. The suspect must be arrested as soon as possible, otherwise we are afraid we will see the body again.

There are nearly 20,000 contracted authors of the Breakpoint Group, and there is definitely not enough time to screen them one by one. We can only start from two aspects: people and books, and delineate a preliminary scope of investigation.

 That’s why I asked you, Lao Fang, to first search for authors with criminal records, as well as authors of novels related to military, politics, and intelligence.

Whether the author accidentally collected or came into contact with some important information, or there is something wrong with it, they will never be allowed to act arbitrarily in our land! "

　　The middle-aged man's tone was firm, and his body, which was not very tall, was as tall as a mountain at this moment.

Fang Yuejin is still a little unable to accept it. Even if an author really has a problem, if he exposes himself in the novel, isn't he a pure fool?

"Fiction requires logic, but reality does not. This kind of thing has happened before." The middle-aged man seemed to see his doubts and responded casually, but did not elaborate.

At this time, another police officer ran in excitedly and reported a piece of news.

“Report, Internet security found that a contracted author of Breakpoint told friends on the Internet that he might be under surveillance!”

 “Name, address?”

 “棹子, H City.”

 “What is the subject matter of the novel?”

 “Spy war!”

Fang Yuejin and the middle-aged man looked at each other and knew what the other wanted to do without even opening a word. The two shouted to their subordinates almost at the same time.

 “Ready to leave, destination H city.”