Cicada Moving

Chapter 208 Personality

Liang Yuandong left with a satisfied look on his face. Zuo Zhong and Director Li went back to their respective homes after three drinks. Zuo Zhong drove the car, reviewing tonight's actions in his mind.

 He ​​used various means to temporarily take the initiative in the matter, but Liang Yuandong would not be so honest and might cause some trouble.

Zhou Longyang's transfer will also need to be delayed for another two or three days. The speed cannot be too fast and it must be pretended to take a little effort so that it looks real enough.

What really caught Zuo Zhong's attention was the last sentence the other party said, a party, what kind of party, who were participating, and whether it was a scam.

At this time, a beam of light flashed in the rearview mirror, which was Wu Chunyang's secret signal. Zuo Zhong showed a smile on his face and continued to drive towards the shelter.

"asshole."

Jin Jiang looked at the car that overtook the car and then drove away and cursed in a low voice. At the same time, he was very nervous, for fear that Mr. Shen would notice something unusual.

But soon he felt that he was overthinking. How could a young man who only knew how to indulge in pleasure have such a high level of vigilance? He was just a stupid worm.

Of course I think so. Jinjiang is still far away from the target. The traffic in Jinling at night is very smooth, so I am not afraid of losing Mr. Shen.

Zuo Zhong’s car finally stopped at Meiyuan New Village, a new-style building complex of the Republic of China. Like the Sixth District, the people living here were all high-ranking members of the Party, government and military, which was in line with his status.

Jin Jiang slowly parked the car on the opposite road. After waiting for a few minutes, he saw the lights on in an apartment. He counted the floors and windows, then lay down on the seat and began to watch intently.

He remembered what time the lights turned out and what time he got up at night. He kept staring at him all night. It wasn't until ten o'clock the next morning that Zuo Zhong's figure appeared in his sight.

 “What a pig.”

Jin Jiang looked at his watch and said to himself angrily, people like Mr. Shen are so hateful, they don’t need to worry about life, they just eat, drink and play until late at night, and sleep until they wake up naturally.

Not only did he have to risk his life, he couldn't even sleep comfortably. He really expected Mr. Shen to beg in front of him. Jin Jiang rubbed his sore shoulders.

 When Zuo Zhong's car drove away, Jin Jiang waited for dozens of minutes and was sure that the target would not come back in a short time. He put on a peaked cap and got out of the car.

He crossed the highway and lingered for a while at the door of the apartment. After confirming that the surrounding environment was safe again, he pushed open the wrought iron door behind him.

As soon as Jin Jiang walked in, he saw neat rows of mailboxes hanging on the wall. He glanced at them and remembered them in his mind, and walked to the third floor with very light steps.

When he thought about it, the people who were working at this time had already left. Even if he went home, he would have to wait until night. He had enough time to search, but before he took two steps, he encountered a group of people.

Several gorgeous women were walking downstairs chattering. When they saw Jin Jiang wearing a peaked cap, they were startled, with a strange expression on their faces.

“He can’t be a thief, he looks so shabby.”

“I guess, should I call the police?”

“If you want to die, you’d better call someone quickly.”

 “Oh, this happens to me even when I have morning tea, it’s unlucky.”

Hearing the loud conspiracies of the women, Jin Jiang's face turned dark, but the task had to be completed, so he quickly shouted: "Ladies, please don't get me wrong, I'm here to see Mr. Shen in Room 301."

The women breathed a sigh of relief, and some of them even patted their chests exaggeratedly, looking frightened. Then they walked away from Jinjiang with disgusted faces and quickly disappeared into the corridor.

Jin Jiang wiped the sweat from his head. The order of the mailboxes was roughly the same as the location in the room. Fortunately, he took another look, otherwise it would be terrible. He couldn't kill all these talkative women.

Not wanting to be watched anymore, he quickly walked to the third floor. This time it went smoothly. The corridor on the third floor was quiet and there were no unsightly residents.

He did not act in a hurry, but walked up and down the corridor several times to make sure there was no sound behind all the doors, and then walked to the door of Room 301.

He pressed his whole body against the door, took out a few steel pieces from his trouser pocket and inserted them into the keyhole. With his ears raised, he controlled the steel pieces to rotate slightly in the keyhole with both hands.

Ten seconds later, with a click, the door opened. Jin Jiang ducked in. The first thing he did was to close the curtains near the roadside.

Without enough time to take a breath, he immediately prepared to search. The people in this apartment had no normal schedule, and the target could come back at any time.

He walked around the house, bypassing all the furniture, and checked in front of the door, in front of the bed, in drawers, etc. to confirm whether there were safety signs.

 The result was very clean. After double-checking that there were no marks for comparison in the house, Jin Jiang wrote down the placement and order of all the items one by one.

 After doing all this, he searched Zuo Zhong's room carefully. There were no suspicious items, only various lace magazines and banknotes.

His brows relaxed slightly. As long as Shen Dongxin didn't have ulterior motives, he had to ensure the absolute safety of the club, so before leaving, he decided to check again to ensure the accuracy of the information.

While he was busy in the left room, his movements were transmitted to the room next to the wall through a small microphone and line on the roof.

Fu Ling held her earphones and concentrated on monitoring. Next to her was a wire recorder imported from Germany, which could record all the sounds next door.

Ten minutes later, there was a slight sound of the door closing. When the softer footsteps gradually became distant, Fu Ling took off her earphones and put them against the wall to listen for a while.

After a long time, she whispered: "Immediately form a complete surveillance record. In the evening, we will summarize and compare the intelligence with Chief Wu's surveillance record." Several agents nodded, rewinding the wire recorder over and over again, and playing it through the earphones again and again. Play, and jointly identify the specific source of the sound inside.

 “The sound of opening the bedside cabinet.”

“No, the sound is clearer, it should be the sound of opening the wardrobe.”

"agree."

"agree."

 “Confirm, next.”

In the absence of naked eye surveillance, the only way to judge the other party's action steps was through this stupid method. Fu Ling was not idle while her subordinates were working and made a call to the surveillance team.

 “The target just came downstairs, can you confirm it?”

 “Confirm, someone has been sent to follow.”

At this time, Zuo Zhong stretched himself in the office, thinking that Liang Yuandong's people should have already searched his residence, after all, they were left with such a long time to act.

If you can't even grasp this, it would be too much of a waste. Those magazines, garbage, and banknotes left deliberately should be able to deceive the other party. This is the result of the collective wisdom of the entire intelligence department.

 No matter how experienced the Japanese spy who goes to search is, he is still one person. As long as there are no major mistakes, Liang Yuandong should contact him soon.

Zuo Zhong thought for a moment and dialed Director Li's internal line: "Hello, I'm Shen Dongxin. How's that thing going for you? I need to pay attention."

Maybe there was someone nearby. Director Li said vaguely: "That work is being done. I don't know when it will be needed. I have to know in my mind."

Zuo Zhong said two words: "Three days." After saying that, he hung up the phone. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs is not a secret service, and the security of internal phone lines cannot be guaranteed.

This time is just right. If it is too long, their identity will be easy for the other party to see. If it is too short, it will be too easy, which cannot explain Mr. Shen's strength.

As for whether Liang Yuandong would think this was too easy and thus become suspicious, even if he did nothing, the other party would still be suspicious. He couldn't just listen to the cries of crickets and stop planting crops.

 In the evening, Zuo Zhong found an excuse and asked Director Liu, played by Gu Qi, to meet in the song and dance hall. The two of them whispered in the dark and laughed wildly at the same time.

Expensive drinks were served as if they were free, because there was a commission for every bottle of wine opened, and the dancers in the ballroom also flocked to the place.

To be honest, Zuo Zhong doesn’t understand what it means to be extravagant, but it should be counted, because he burned through more than a thousand operational funds in less than an hour.

Hope Dai Chunfeng will not go crazy after knowing this, but Zuo Zhong felt that this was still not enough, and asked an American jazz band to perform live.

This band clearly marked the price, and the one-hour performance fee was only one hundred dollars. The men and women in the dance hall cheered. This kind of take advantage of is rare.

In less than one night, the story of Mr. Shen will spread throughout Jinling City, and countless people will swear that they have seen Mr. Shen somewhere.

True and false, false and true, the key to character design lies in rumors. As long as there are too many rumors, the false ones will become true. As long as Liang Yuandong goes out to inquire, he will hear countless versions.

Jin Jiang hid in a corner, drinking a few cents of lemonade, enduring the waiter's glare, gritting his teeth and recording Mr. Shen's rich nightlife.

The commotion started in the middle of the night. Mr. Shen left with a fair-skinned woman. Jin Jiang drove a car behind to **** Mr. Shen.

Sitting on the stiff car seat, Jin Jiang gnawed on a cold steamed bun and looked at 301 with cold eyes, imagining how he would torture Mr. Shen in the future.

After another sleepless night, Mr. Shen drove the woman away in the afternoon of the next day, and Jin Jiang continued to follow behind with a pair of dark circles under his eyes.

The other party first sent people to school, then went to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and then went to a nightclub before it got dark, along with several military officers.

Jin Jiang slammed the steering wheel. Isn't this **** tired? After thinking about it, he decided that he couldn't go on like this, otherwise he would die young without finding out the other party's details.

The head of the Dafu agency asked him to keep an eye on Liang Yuandong to prevent him from enriching his own pockets. Liang Yuandong sent himself to perform such a task. This is revenge!

He immediately made a phone call back to Renxin Hospital and asked for manpower support. Perhaps because what he said was serious, Liang Yuandong quickly dispatched a three-person team to conduct surveillance activities in turns.

Zuo Zhong in the nightclub had a smile on his face after a waiter finished talking to him. He stood up and shouted to everyone.

 “I’m covering all the drinks tonight.”

The scene became very chaotic for a while. Many modern girls kissed each other one after another. Zuo Zhong's face was covered with lipstick marks, which was really enviable.

The eyes of several officers and members of the special training class were almost red with envy. If they had known that they would still be messing around in the army, it would be better to just become spies.

In addition to their envy, there were also four people in the corner staring at Mr. Shen with blood-red eyes and grinding their teeth, wishing they could kill him with a single shot.

The nightlife in the Republic of China was no worse than it is now. This is not compiled by the author. If you are interested, you can go to Baidu.

 (End of this chapter)