Cicada Moving

Chapter 579 Bagaya Road

 “Woo~~”

The vehicle lurched forward and drove away quickly. Someone in the bumpy carriage handed over a kettle. The female patrolman unscrewed the cap of the bottle, poured some transparent liquid into her hands, and rubbed it vigorously on her face.

A magical scene appeared. An ugly woman disguised as a patrolman had her face cleaned to reveal smooth and fair skin. When the fillers in her mouth and nose were taken out, she became a completely different person.

“Yijun, are you okay?”

Zuo Zhong looked at He Yijun who had recovered his appearance, sighed in his heart and reminded: "Remember to take a good bath when you return to the station. These things are very toxic and not washing them in time is bad for your health.

 In addition, I want to criticize you. Don’t wear clothes soaked in dirty water in the future. This can easily cause wound infection. Find a hospital to check tomorrow. This is an order and must be carried out. "

He didn’t expect the other party to be so courageous. He was simply desperate for his life. God knows how many germs there were in the water. In the era without antibiotics, inflammation meant that half of the foot had entered the gate of hell.

Besides, Shanghai is an area with a high incidence of schistosomiasis. Even if it is for better camouflage, we should not take such risks. If the mission encounters difficulties, we can solve them slowly. If the people are gone, it will be over.

After being scolded, He Yijun straightened his hair and said with a gentle smile: "Doing this can cover your own smell and reduce the chance of being searched. The things hidden in your shoes must not be discovered.

As for safety, don’t worry, the policemen are very poor and can’t hurt me. The prisoners in the women’s prison are all ordinary people and are easy to deal with. They just got kicked in the arm. "

 “Be careful anyway.”

Zuo Zhong's face looked better after hearing this. This result was not surprising. He Yijun never relaxed for a day after entering the secret service. He practiced shooting, fighting and telecommunications every day.

  His operational ability is ranked high even in the intelligence department. Not to mention dealing with a few gangsters and gangsters, he can even face professional agents. All he lacks is experience.

Thinking of this, he started talking about business: "Whether the operation is going well or not, the layout map given by Yu Xingle is accurate. It is still too hasty, otherwise we should send someone in to conduct an on-site investigation.

The British are very cunning. To build and decorate the general patrol house, they recruited people from Shandong Province and Hong Kong City. Our hands cannot reach such far places at present, so we can only rely on local snakes like these in East China. "

 “The layout is accurate.”

He Yijun saluted solemnly: "According to the plan, I found the evidence room and exchanged the evidence. I did not reveal my true appearance when I infiltrated and retreated. The report is complete, please give instructions."

 It was the first time to carry out such an important operation. Even after two years of professional training, she was still unsure. Actual combat was different from training, and the enemy would not give you a chance to do it again.

 So in the fight with Yi Zhihua and his men, He Yijun showed no mercy and fought with all his strength. The deputy director said that simple good people cannot do this business, and cheap kindness will only hurt themselves.

Zuo Zhong nodded slightly. The other party's performance made him feel a little emotional. The girl who lost her parents had changed a lot. The only thing that remained unchanged was her fierceness, which was rare.

He pointed to a new set of clothes placed on the car seat: "Hurry up and change your clothes. We will pass by the checkpoint of the public concession. Try not to open the windows then. The other party should not be able to smell it."

"Yes." After He Yijun said this twice, he put on the clean clothes he had prepared, found a place to hide the patrol uniform he had changed into, and sat in the car with his head held high, unable to recognize his previous appearance at all.

Zuo Zhong folded his arms and looked at the windshield in front of him, going through the events of the past few days in his mind. Hase Ryosuke had completed the second step, and the patrol room in the public concession had been arranged. It was time to take action.

The British and the Japanese were once colluding allies and had a very good relationship. Even though the two sides are currently fighting for the interests of South Asia, the relationship is still good, at least they have not broken their skins.

 It is not that simple to destroy their relationship. You need to find a good breakthrough and make the matter bigger. This glorious and arduous task falls on Ikuta Takaki.

The other party is the son-in-law of the Matsumoto family, and the Matsumoto family is a traditional aristocracy in Japan. It has close relations with the government, the army, locusts, and capitalists. Anything related to the Matsumoto family is a big deal.

Zuo Zhong looked at his watch and patted the driver on the shoulder: "You and He Yijun go back first, and I'll get off the car first. If there's anything urgent, call Mr. Okamoto at the nightclub near the Japanese Consulate."

"yes."

The little agent driving the car responded and parked the car in an alley to prevent Zuo Zhong from being seen by others when he got out of the car. He must maintain a high degree of vigilance when operating in the concession and must not relax for a moment.

Zuo Zhong smiled and nodded with He Yijun beside him, opened the car door, turned around and disappeared quickly, and then walked leisurely to the HK area, ready to have a good chat with Ryosuke Hase.

This guy plays music every night. As long as it's not dark, he can definitely find people in nightclubs and other places. It's strange. Doesn't he need to rest? I really don't understand the Japanese.

If the other party had spent all his energy on work, I am afraid he would have been in Tianyu Eiji's position long ago. However, there must be gains in every loss. Who would believe that this kind of person is a mole of the Secret Service.

Zuo Zhong had a smile on his face, and he walked a little faster. It took him more than half an hour to reach the street where the Japanese Consulate was located. As soon as he found the two houses, he heard cries and howls from Chang Gu.

This **** was hugging a short winter melon in a kimono. Oh no, it was a Japanese woman. She was humming and singing Showa tunes, touching her hands here and there very dishonestly.

The people next to him were not much better. They all fell into the woman's arms. Some people shouted loudly: "Director Iwai, please stop kissing and sing a song for us all."

 Mr. Iwai?

Is this Iwai, the Minister of Intelligence of the Japanese Consulate in Shanghai?

Zuo Zhong narrowed his eyes. Chang Gu had introduced this person before, but unfortunately not everyone had a plug-in mobile phone. In addition, intelligence workers were very concerned about privacy, so they never got a recent photo of the other person.

This is a good opportunity. He touched his chin and rolled his eyes. It seems that he will return to his old business today. Not to mention, I haven't done candid photography for such a long time. I really miss the feeling of heartbeat.

Having made up his mind, the famous detective Zuo Zhong took out his mobile phone from the space and held it in his hand. He stood up and walked past Hase Ryosuke and others. He kept pressing the buttons with his fingers to take pictures of everyone one by one.

Hase Ryosuke, who was drinking, saw Zuo Zhong walking by Shi Shiran and was so frightened that he almost spat out the wine in his mouth. Damn it, the Chinese are so brave, how dare they show up at this time.

 Bagaya road!

 (catch a flight, publish on time, correct typos)

 (End of this chapter)