Cicada Moving

Chapter 607 Snake Den

 “Deputy Director, look quickly.”

On the lively streets of Istanbul, Gui Youguang pointed at three old men playing strange musical instruments and shouted excitedly. The local people passing by laughed when they saw his unworldly appearance.

“Shut up, those are caron harps, ouds and sheepskin drums, why don’t you read more books and don’t embarrass me.” Zuo Zhong cursed through gritted teeth, wanting to turn around and leave.

Ever since he left the Untrepon in the morning, this guy has been yelling at everything he sees. Even the mobile vendors selling black tea on the roadside find it strange. There is no trace of the reserve of the party-state elite.

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Zuo Zhong snorted coldly, reached out and took out a piece of Tutu currency from his Safari shirt and handed it to the old man who smiled and nodded. No matter in his dress or behavior, he was just like an ordinary tourist.

Not only him, but Mao Yike, Gui Youguang and the little spies patrolling nearby also put on the costumes of Western adventurers at this time, like a group of Chinese versions of Dr. Indiana Jones.

Istanbul has a typical Mediterranean climate, with hot and dry summers and mild and rainy winters. After winter, the temperature will rise in a short period of time, so wearing long-sleeved shirts is appropriate.

 “Let’s go to the Snake’s Nest Bar.”

Zuo Zhong held up the Western cowboy hat on his head and got into the bustling crowd. Others protected Mao Yike and quickly followed him, walking through the ancient streets full of exotic customs.

As they walked, everyone admired the scenery that was completely different from that of the Republic of China. However, they were not as excited as Gui Youguang. They only took a few glances at interesting things when they encountered them. They still focused on their tasks.

 The most important thing when leaving the cruise ship and entering an unfamiliar area is to collect intelligence. In such a place where the place is unfamiliar and the language is different, gathering intelligence must rely on the local station of the Secret Service.

Fortunately, Zuo Zhong has been paying close attention to the construction of foreign intelligence networks since he became the chief of the intelligence section. Istanbul, as the Eurasian intelligence center, is naturally a top priority.

The Snake Nest Bar is the agreed meeting place. It is also a communication place for spies from many countries. It is a normal operation to exchange intelligence without involving their own country.

 “Speed ​​up, stay alert.”

Zuo Zhong looked at his watch and reminded that there was still an hour and a half before the connection time. After this time, we can only wait until tomorrow, but the train leaves in the afternoon, so we must connect as soon as possible.

The people from the Secret Service and Mao Yike quickened their pace, and after walking for a while they entered the residential area. The number of pedestrians gradually decreased, and the buildings became dilapidated, losing the elegance and splendor of the urban area.

　　It seems that we have arrived at the slums of the Earth Kingdom. Like the slums of all countries, the roads here are in all directions, the security is chaotic, and the robbers and thieves with evil eyes are hiding in the shadows and watching.

 “Return to the light and lead people to explore the way.”

Facing the complex environment and terrain, Zuo Zhong felt a little uneasy, so he made a gesture to call the big bald man to see if there was any ambush ahead to prevent Japanese intelligence personnel from sneak attacks.

If he were Japanese, he would most likely choose to take action in a place like this, because it would be convenient to retreat regardless of whether the operation was successful or not. With so many intersections, Turkish military and police personnel could not block them at all.

 “Yes, Deputy Director.”

 Gui Youguang no longer smiled playfully, and ordered three agents from the action team, divided into two teams to search vigilantly along both sides of the street, occasionally stopping in front of a shabby wooden door to look inside.

The remaining people were roughly divided into two teams, one team at the back and the other in the middle, following in twos and threes. The teams were separated by twenty or thirty meters to prevent everyone from being exposed to the shooting range at the same time.

Zuo Zhong put his hand into his trouser pocket and held the pistol tightly. Thanks to the corruption of Turkey's customs agencies, as long as the banknotes are in place, all weapons and communication equipment will be allowed.

 After advancing like this for more than an hour, they moved from near the port to the old city of Istanbul. When they saw more and more Turkish people wearing Fitz hats, everyone relaxed.

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 Gui Youguang walked to the door of an unmarked shop according to the joint map, and pushed the door open with force. The door made a strange sound, and a strong smell rushed towards him along the crack of the door.

There was only a weak oil lamp lit in the dark shop, coupled with the sealed windows and the smoke from many cigarettes, it was unclear how many monsters and monsters were hidden inside.

He covered his mouth and nose and opened the door. Through the sunlight, he finally saw the furnishings in the room. There were more than a dozen round tables placed around the bar, and an oil painting of a venomous snake hung behind the bar.

 “Damn it, close the door.”

 “New boy, do you want to die?”

 “This is not the place you should be.”

 The smokers and drunkards sitting around the round table looked at the sunshine as if they had seen poison, and each one shouted at the top of their lungs in English, French or other languages, and the scene was in chaos.

These people were not talking. While talking, several of them pulled out their pistols and put them on the table. They looked at Gui Youguang at the door with provocative expressions, with the intention of shooting if they disagreed.

 “Don’t block the road, go in first.”

Zuo Zhong's deliberately hoarse voice sounded behind Gui Youguang, and then he walked into the noisy Snake Nest Bar with five or six tall agents. The people who had just spoken shut up.

The people present are all experts. The group of people who came in are agile, have thick hands and feet, and have sharp eyes. When they enter a strange environment, they will automatically occupy a favorable attack position. They are elite, standard elite.

　　When did so many action experts come to Istanbul? It seems that the opponent comes from the east. Could it be that he is Japanese? No, the Japanese are not that tall. Everyone has their own guesses.

"hehe."

Zuo Zhong stood in the shadows and looked around, sneered, walked to a round table and sat down under the gaze of all the customers, and said something to the man opposite.

 “You know who I am.”

"I know." The man asked, feeling a little restless, and replied in a low voice in Chinese: "You are Section Chief Zuo, ah, no, you are Deputy Director Zuo. I met you when I was in Jinling, and I was honored to listen to your teachings."

“Okay, no need to talk nonsense anymore, can you find out if there are any suspicious people in Istanbul in the past two days, especially people from the East.” Zuo Zhong interrupted the other party impatiently.

The man thought for a while, and his tone was a little uncertain: "My informant has not received any news. How about you wait here while I go out and make a few calls to ask, maybe I will have the latest information."

 “Well, let’s go.”

Zuo Zhong didn't talk nonsense. He nodded to Gui Youguang and asked him to follow the people at Istanbul station to make a phone call. The sky is high and the emperor is far away. No one knows whether the other party is trustworthy. It's always good to be more careful.

The man stood up, bowed slightly and walked out. This made many customers in the Snake Nest Bar light up. They knew the origins of these people. They turned out to be intelligence agents of the National Government.

And the person sitting at the round table must be a high-level person, which is a bit interesting. Why do the Chinese send so many agents to Tuguo? Are they passing by, or something happened here that they don't know about.

 “Ahem.”

　　Seemingly aware of the commotion in the crowd, the vigilant agents increased their vigilance. One of them coughed slightly, and the bar suddenly became extremely quiet, and everyone present lowered their heads.

Although they were curious about the arrival of the Chinese, their lives were important. God knew whether the Chinese would kill to keep it secret. The spies decisively chose to follow their hearts and sat motionless.

The wall clock on the wall was ticking, and time passed by minute by second. More than an hour later, the man who went out to make a phone call came back. He quickly ran to Zuo Zhong's side and whispered in his ear.

“Deputy Director, the news came an hour ago. Thirteen Japanese-speaking people arrived in Istanbul by plane. Then they found three taxis and came to the city. The drop-off point was very close to the train station.

 They all carried packages with them, which were not large enough to hold long guns and heavy firepower. At most, they carried light weapons such as pistols, grenades, and submachine guns, but local acquisition could not be ruled out.

This news is very credible. There is a taxi driver who knows my informant. Unless he doesn’t want a wife and children, he would never dare to deceive me. Do you want to bring him to you for questioning? "

 “Very good, there’s no need to bring someone here.”

Zuo Zhong was not surprised at all by the arrival of the Japanese. After speaking, he looked at the other person with admiration: "You are worthy of being able to establish an intelligence network in such a short time. I will personally ask for credit for you when I get back."

Immediately, without waiting for the man to speak again, he stood up and left the Snake Nest Bar. After giving the other party a few instructions at the door, he led his men towards the direction of the Istanbul Railway Station.

 Acting like this is indeed a bit knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, and he is biased towards the tiger mountains. Gui Youguang had previously monitored the man's phone calls, and also knew the intelligence that suspected Japanese intelligence agents were present at the train station.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to danger, he finally couldn't help but make a suggestion: "The enemy first destroyed the fresh water transportation system of the dock, and then sent people to intercept it. It was obvious that they were going to attack here.

Deputy Director, why not find a way to get on the Orient Express at the next stop and disrupt the opponent's rhythm? One less truck is enough for us. Give me an hour and I promise to bring the truck back. "

"Be calm, I understand what you said, but how do you know there are no traps waiting for us outside the city? At least there are Turkish military police to restrain us inside the city. Once we leave the city, we can only be slaughtered by others."

Zuo Zhong walked on the road unhurriedly, his chin facing the patrolling police: "Did you see the rifles carried by these policemen? If the Japanese don't want to be beaten into a sieve, they must fight quickly.

 Besides, the longer the delay, the fiercer the opponent's firepower will be. Don't forget, if you have money here, you can buy any weapons. If we engage in firefights before they have a stable footing, our chances of winning will be even greater. "

 Gui Youguang scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed. Just when he was about to raise his head and say something, he caught sight of a woman wearing a veil and headscarf swinging an MP18 submachine gun from under her robe.

 “Lie down!”

He shouted loudly at the first moment, pressed Zuo Zhong to the ground, and rolled to the bottom of the car parked on the roadside. The little agent next to him also reacted quickly, dragging Mao Yike and rushing into the store.

The remaining personnel without protection tasks jumped to the nearest bunker. They drew and loaded their guns in one go, but their eyes were searching for and identifying enemies in the crowd, acting extremely professionally.

"Da da da"

 “Bang bang bang”

The moment Zuo Zhong fell to the ground, fierce gunshots rang out on the streets of Istanbul. Countless bullets landed on the car, passing through the thin iron sheet and leaving holes in the wall.

 Luckily, Gui Youguang warned in time, otherwise there would definitely be casualties today. The Secret Service personnel calmly fired after heaving a sigh of relief. Unfortunately, the other party had the upper hand, and the effect of the counterattack was not very good.

The gunfire rang out quickly and ended quickly. After the enemy saw little gain after the round, he turned around and ran away without hesitation. He acted very decisively and was by no means an ordinary gangster who could be hired with money.

 “Stop chasing! The police are coming! Move quickly!”

Once again, Zuo Chong, who was hiding under the car, saw that his men wanted to give chase. He immediately gave a low shout and got up with Youguang as if nothing had happened, and strode towards the entrance of the train station.

The agents were not reluctant to fight after hearing the order. They put their weapons in their arms one by one, lowered their bodies and blended into the chaotic crowd. They still had standard expressions of horror on their faces and soon disappeared.

 “Woo woo woo~~~”

About ten minutes later, a steam train puffing out white smoke entered the platform. "Orient Express" was written in French on the shiny outer shell. Zuo Zhong and others calmly prepared to board the train after signing their tickets.

①Although Kemal's reforms did not allow wearing Fez, veil and headscarf on non-religious occasions (not a typo), long-term habits and low enforcement have made the law a dead letter. Even in Istanbul, as long as you do not go to important institutions No one will care if you wander around. After all, during the Ottoman period, hats were an important tool for distinguishing beliefs, professions and social status.

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