Cicada Moving

Chapter 459 Hair on Pork

Formosa took the business card and left with confidence. No one can remain silent in front of the British Empire, even a professional intelligence officer, unless he is willing to die for his boss.

 But this kind of thing is impossible. Let alone the decadent Republic of China, even in the empire, how many people are willing to sacrifice their lives for the king? Honor and money are the most eternal pursuits.

 A British passport.

 A decent job.

With these two things, he was sure that Meng Ting would speak. As for whether to fulfill his promise after the goal was accomplished, it was not something he could care about. The reality was so cruel.

the other side.

Meng Ting, who still didn't know that he was about to be incited to rebel, also read with a copy of the Jinling Evening News, which detailed Formosa's information, past cases and honors.

In fact, he had heard of the other party's name when he was in the concession patrol room and studying in France. The police academy also used the cases solved by the other party as cases, but he had never had the opportunity to meet him in person.

This opportunity to get acquainted with the world's top detective will be very helpful for his future work and career. After all, how did he get this title of detective, Meng Ting himself knows very well.

"Jingle Bell."

 At this moment, the phone on the table rang.

Meng Ting casually took the phone and asked who it was, and then started chatting with the other person with a smile on his face. It was really a coincidence that Cao Cao was about to arrive, and Formosa actually called.

"What? Mr. Formosa, you want to invite me to Dehe Tower, haha. As a landlord, I should invite you. We Chinese have a saying that guests do as they please, so don't be polite."

He looked at his watch as he said: "Okay, see you at Dehe Tower at seven o'clock. Food is the fastest way to understand a country. I believe you will fall in love with this beautiful country soon."

 After saying that, Meng Ting hung up the phone, then patted the newspaper on the table, feeling a little excited. He was originally thinking about how to get to know Formosa, but he didn't expect the opportunity to come to him.

As for whether it was appropriate for an intelligence section chief to meet privately with the British, he didn't think much about it. There were many foreigners among his friends, and Director Xu Enzeng also knew about this situation.

And you can’t be a spy and you’re not allowed to make new friends. He left the secret service headquarters with a smile on his face and drove to the construction committee, ready to check out the surveillance point.

 When he first arrived, Meng Ting understood that he did not have any prestige or reliable team here. If he wanted to open up the work situation, he had to rely on his ability. This is why he was transferred outside during this period.

The effect was pretty good. It only took less than half a month for the staff of the secret service headquarters who followed him to the field to go from ignoring or even resisting at the beginning to listening to his advice.

This is all because of his charisma and has nothing to do with eating, drinking and having fun along the way, nor does it have anything to do with the five-digit reimbursement amount starting with the word "3". All the agents on this trip can testify for him.

 He has a clear conscience.

Meng Ting thought of this and looked sideways at the rearview mirror. From a policeman to an intelligence officer, when a stalker becomes a stalked, and when a hunter becomes a prey, the most difficult thing to adapt to is the change in behavior.

 When he was in Shanghai, no one dared to follow him, the deputy captain of the detective brigade. When he got promoted to Jinling, he had to pay attention to this, otherwise his life might be in danger.

There are precedents for this kind of thing. For example, Zuo Zhong of the Secret Service was once followed and ambushed by the Japanese. If the other party had not been lucky enough and vigilant enough, he would have been kidnapped long ago.

Meng Ting felt cold in his heart and immediately stepped on the accelerator. He kept looking back to make sure the area behind him was clean. After circling around for several times, he slowly drove the car into the gate of the Construction Committee.

He got out of the car and straightened his collar, looked around at the activities around him, walked into the office building, and soon connected with the secret sentry at the secret service headquarters, and walked into the surveillance point accompanied by the other person.

 “Hello, section chief.”

 “Chief Meng. Hello.”

Seeing him coming, the spies from various departments said hello one after another. They had heard other people's stories about this man's generosity and wealth, and they really wanted to go on a mission with Section Chief Meng.

It doesn’t matter whether you have money or not.

　　It is just two words, happy.

Meng Ting smiled and nodded to everyone, then picked up the surveillance records and looked through them. Although the records in Division 1 were not as detailed as those in the Secret Service, it was still an eye-opener for the former police officer.

　　The process of the material purchasers in the official residence from going out to coming back, all the people they came into contact with, the actions they took, the duration of the actions, including their expressions, were all recorded one by one.

 After reading it, he felt that it was very professional. They said that the first branch was not as good as the second branch. He didn’t know how detailed the surveillance records of the second branch would be. If he had the chance, he would really like to see it.

After reading about it, he raised his head and asked: "Why didn't the personnel contacted by the other party investigate? As the official residence is an important stronghold of the underground party, it will definitely contact the downlines. Don't you know this?"

 Meng Ting's tone was a bit harsh. Even the losers from the Shanghai Police Station knew about the investigation network. It was really hard to understand that a professional agent from Division 1 missed this clue. This is the first case he has come to Jinling to handle. He is only allowed to succeed and not fail. If the first shot fails, life will be difficult in the future. Director Xu will not give him a second chance.

"this."

The leading agent hesitated and said: "It's the order from the director. He said that the underground party is very cunning and difficult to deal with. Let us not alert the enemy, but just follow and monitor them from a distance."

Hearing the order from his immediate superior, Meng Ting shut up decisively, walked to the window, picked up a telescope, and looked at the mansion. As before, there was no sign of any suspicious activity.

He sighed, why is it so troublesome to handle cases in Shanghai? He sent people directly to rush in, control the suspects, and once they were sentenced, no matter whether they were underground party members or underground party members, they had to speak.

Had I known that intelligence work was like this, I shouldn't have agreed to come to Jinling to be the section chief. Not only was it a small job, but it was also very dangerous. The only benefit was that I got promoted, but what was the purpose of being promoted?

Isn’t it still to make money?

He put down the telescope and stood at the window in a daze. After a long time, he looked at the Central Hospital in the distance. His mind moved. Since he couldn't observe the situation of the official residence here, why not change it to another place?

Meng Ting waved to the leading agent: "Go to the Central Hospital and see if you can find a place to set up a new surveillance point. It would be better if the location is spacious enough to accommodate so many of us."

 Remember to keep it confidential. If the hospital asks you, just tell them we are the Secret Service and tell them not to ask any more questions. The reputation of the Second Branch is so great in Jinling. It would be a waste for us not to borrow it and use it. "

“Yes, Chief Meng.”

The leading agent nodded without thinking. As the head of an intelligence section, the other party had the power to decide where and how many surveillance points to set up. There was no need to apply to the director.

 Besides, something must be done that can cause the two divisions to suffer. Even if the division chief knew about it, he would only praise everyone for their cleverness. They had been tricked so many times and they dreamed of teaching each other a lesson.

Meng Ting thought for a while and felt that there was nothing more to ask, so he was about to leave. At this moment, several people carrying large and small bags walked into the surveillance point. They were the agents who came to deliver dinner.

 “Braised pork.”

 “Chicken soup.”

 “Vinegar potatoes.”

A fat man in the lead quickly greeted Meng Ting, then quickly took out metal lunch boxes from his bag and announced tonight's meal, which sounded quite sumptuous.

It is very difficult to have a lunch of two meat and one vegetable in these days. Not to mention the ordinary staff in the agency, even the ordinary low-level officials do not have such a living standard.

The agents at the surveillance point almost drooled when they heard this. They immediately rushed to the lunch box and tried not to start a fight. Everyone understood that if they were not on field duty, they would not be able to live such a good life.

 “Chief Meng, would you like to give you a copy?”

 The fat agent asked as he brought a lunch box.

Meng Ting glanced inside and found that the braised pork was still stained with pig hair, and immediately lost interest. After staying out for such a long time, he did not treat himself badly. The food and accommodation were of the highest quality.

He pointed to the lunch box and asked: "There are only about ten people here, why are there so many prepared? If the director sees it, it's time to teach you a lesson. It's understandable to make money, but the number shouldn't be that big."

“You really misunderstood, we will send these to you later”

 The fat agent suddenly stopped talking in the middle of his words. He looked around carefully and found that no one had noticed what he had just done. He immediately turned around and left without any pause.

This scene confused Meng Ting. Isn't it just a dinner? How could it be so mysterious? The other party also said where to send the lunch box. Could there be other secret operations in the office?

But why didn't he, the head of the intelligence section, know that the division chief was hiding something from him? This made Meng Ting feel a little uncomfortable, feeling that he was an outsider in this place without any sense of belonging.

After absent-mindedly talking to his men for a few words, Meng Ting turned around and went downstairs. However, instead of returning to the agent headquarters, he drove the car to a corner and waited for the food delivery agents to leave.

This behavior is obviously against operational discipline, but he has made up his mind that even if he is scolded by Director Xu, he must find out what his men are doing, otherwise he might as well leave.

After all, there is no boss who knows nothing about the behavior of his subordinates. As a Shanghai detective, he is not down to the point of being a puppet. If it is not possible, he can still go back to the patrol house in the concession to work as an errand.

After a while, the food delivery agents appeared downstairs, and then each of them rode a bicycle in different directions. Meng Ting was dumbfounded. This situation was impossible to track.

He slapped the steering wheel fiercely, his face was uncertain, and he finally had no choice but to leave. In a car not far away, Wu Chunyang's face showed confusion, what Meng Ting was doing.

 One's own people stalk one's own people?

  MD, neurosis everywhere.

 (End of this chapter)