A middle-aged man with brown hair and curly hair and a rather dark complexion ran towards Yan Jiucheng with bright eyes, and Yan Jiucheng quickly remembered everyone he had seen in the war zone, and then shook his head, he had never seen this person.

"I've seen it, this is an information monger, and when you weren't here, he came to the reporter's station, and I saw the information trading with Shorke. Lao Hang recognized it for a few seconds and said with certainty.

"Information peddler, are you sure?" Yan Jiucheng always felt that the name Shawk appeared too often, and the doubts in his heart became more and more.

"It should ...... I guess so, I've seen him trade with Scholke anyway. ”

The man ran over, smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into a line, and took out his business card from a distance: "You guys are running too fast, I'm Lambert, everyone at the reporter station knows me, someone from my relatives died a few days ago, I didn't come, I just happened to see you running over, just right, this is my business card, you need me to lead the way or something, contact me." ”

Yan Jiucheng took the business card and looked at it, and then said, "By the way, Lambert, how did you recognize us at once?"

When Lambert just opened his mouth to shout, there was at least thirty meters away from here, and at such a distance in the dim underground passage, it was difficult to find Yan Jiucheng and Lao Hang hiding in the mouth-shaped obstacles at a glance, let alone recognize them.

"I recognize him, you have a young young man with glasses, right?" Lambert glanced at the old hanger, "You went with that young man to the area where we lived." ”

Speaking of this, Lambert looked Yan Jiucheng up and down meaningfully, revealing a mysterious smile: "Mr. Klin's people said that there will be a few reporters in the next few days, and they are old friends with you, and they want us not to block your way, we can cooperate more, we are friends." ”

Yan Jiucheng was slightly stunned, and then understood.

This Mr. Kling is George's person, and before Yan Jiucheng and they came, George arranged for someone to release the news: these people are reporters. This is also the identity that Yan Jiucheng risked his life to sneak into the gate of hell and get it from George.

With George escorting, at least, the local head snake will not be suspicious of Yan Jiucheng, and everyone knows that he is a war correspondent. It's just that George has a word first, and he is only responsible for giving him this identity, and he doesn't interfere with the rest.

Mingze protects himself.

"Yes, you know Mr. Klin, are you his person?" Yan Jiucheng asked.

"How can we get up to Mr. George? Lambert laughed, shook his head, and then looked around: "Do you need me to lead the way? Since we are friends, I will lead the way for free this time." ”

This information trading is self-cooked, Lambert was full of enthusiasm, took out a few cigarettes from his arms and handed them over.

"No, let's go over there to meet a friend, know the road, remember to come to the reporter station at night, I just want to ask a few things, the money is good, you can rest assured." Yan Jiucheng patted Lambert on the shoulder, and naturally pasted a stick-on bugging device under a piece of decorative cloth on his shoulder.

"Since you know Mr. Klin, you must not be short of money, unlike the guy Sholke, who has taken credit many times. Lang Bo smiled and nodded very sensibly: "That's okay, everything is going well with the two bosses, I won't bother." ”

Then, he left in a hurry.

"Xuanlin, eavesdropping. Yan Jiucheng immediately issued an order to Xuan Lin.

"Will he find the bugs? If Scholk is a spy, he will be very attentive to the equipment. "Lao Hang is a little worried.

"I can't find it for a while, our equipment is top-notch, the old man said, no one can detect our equipment at present, at least this week, I don't know in the future, every month the equipment has to be updated. And it can be seen that even if Shork is a spy, he does not have top-notch equipment and cannot detect us. ”

Yan Jiucheng whispered, and walked quickly through the underground passage with Lao Hang.

From time to time, several civilians rubbed shoulders with them.

"Mom, she's a journalist, a journalist like Uncle Shorer. A little boy said.

From time to time, Scorke's name appeared in the mouths of civilians, in the mouths of information dealers, and in the scenes of Yan Jiucheng's activities, which made Yan Jiucheng have to be on guard, knowing that the names of other reporters did not appear as often as his names.

"Do you want an interview? My children and I can be photographed by you. A father stared at the camera in Yan Jiucheng's hand and exposed the child's arm: "He has bullet marks, it's cheap, ten yuan for an interview." ”

Yan Jiucheng and Lao Hang just nodded politely and ran forward quickly.

It's quite far from the villa area, and it takes at least half an hour to run there.

"The underpass is over. Yan Jiucheng looked in front of him, and the front of more than fifty meters had been sealed by a wall.

The closer you get to the villa area, the wider and brighter the underground passage, the fewer people there are, the villa area is surrounded by high walls, and the underground passage is almost completely sealed to prevent people from entering. Near the high wall there is a row of houses, not as big as villas, but they are all small two-storey buildings, and they are inhabited by some local landlords or big people who do good business.

Living in the villa area, there are few conflicts, at least there will be no * explosion, or airdrop* damage, so the house is not dilapidated, just like an ordinary two-story house in the countryside.

"Can you bear it?" Yan Jiucheng sweated, glanced at Lao Hang's hand, and saw that his hand was very swollen.

"It's relieved, it's okay. Lao Hang moved his arm and smiled disappreciatively: "It's just a pain in the flesh, and it won't affect the destruction of this group of grandchildren." ”

"There is no monitoring in the room, I don't know how many people are inside, which room they are in, or which room, we have to find out and control them one by one. Yan Jiucheng pointed to the map on the notebook: "Front door, back door, you are professional in this regard, and I will listen to your arrangement next." ”

Lao Hang squinted his eyes slightly, and then looked at Yan Jiucheng: "It's best for me to go in alone, if you go in too, I won't be able to do it." ”

"You're alone?!" Yan Jiucheng was quite surprised, he reminded: "There are at least five people here, and I don't know which room they are distributed in, you go in alone...... ”

"I'll go in first to find out where they are, and then I'll give you a signal for you to come in. The old man moved his wounded arm, took out a piece of cloth from his waist bag, and tied it in a circle, and the sweat on his forehead gushed out as he vigorously tied it.

The pain must have been unbearable, but he endured it.

"You're hurt, it's too dangerous to go in alone. Yan Jiucheng shook his head, and was about to say something, but Lao Hang interrupted him.

"Let me tell you this, I'll go in and find out where they are, there are a few rooms, it's very easy, I'll go in alone, I'll be able to come out soon, take you in, cumbersome. When Lao Hang said this, he looked at Yan Jiucheng with slightly slanted eyes, and I have to say that there was arrogance on his face.

The arrogance that emanated from the self-confidence, as he tied his arms hard, the bloody aura of blood spread, revealing the most savage and natural masculinity of a man.

"I'm a thief, the best, don't question my abilities. ”

When he said that he was a thief, Lao Hang's eyes no longer had inferiority, he understood that the things he had stolen and the dignity he had lost, today, he had to make up for it through this action.

As he spoke, Lao Hang opened his waist bag and counted his things.

Everything looks quite ordinary, a few small wires, a few pieces of chewing gum, and the equipment he made himself, the texture looks very ordinary, Lao Hang's personality is still very strong, and he doesn't like to use the weapons that Gu Miqing tailors for him.

Take the bugging device as an example, there is a developed device for listening to the sound on the wall, and the old sling is brought, but the most convenient one he uses is the 'listening device' made of plastic bottles and plastic bottle caps.

"Lao Hang, you are too backward, we gave you customized equipment that can penetrate a two-meter wall, you use us. "When he was training, Gu Miqing had a lot of complaints about these things.

"I'm used to it, where there is a two-meter wall, I use this one you made for me, and I usually use my own. Lao Hang smiled hesitantly, squeezed his eyebrows: "My thing, even if the other party is an anti-theft door, put it on your ears and listen to it, and any sound is clear. ”

When he came to the war zone, Lao Hang still brought the equipment he made, and according to what he said, it was easy to use.

"The last operation, yes, I Lao Hang missed, I didn't realize that it was poisonous when I opened the box, that's because I don't know much about counter-espionage, it doesn't mean that my Lao Hang's ability to enter the room to explore the way is not good, you went to the gate of hell, didn't you also cut off a toe? ”

Lao Hang was angry about his injury in the last operation, not because he felt sad that he was injured, but because he was annoyed that his action went wrong. This time, he had to prove himself.

After the old hanging finished counting, he twisted his arm again, because of the pain, his arm was a little sluggish.

"Okay, you go in and feel the situation, how much time, beyond this time, I'll go in to pick you up. When Yan Jiucheng heard this, he no longer stood in the way, he knew Lao Hang's mind very well, although he was worried about whether he would be in danger, but he also respected his ability.

The people who can be selected by Gu Miqing are not misgiving.

And the people who can be selected by Gu Miqing are all demons, and they responded to her words: If it's not a demon, you can't live.

"Well, I'll go up, just five minutes. Lao Hang nodded, put on his mask and hat, and took out the chewing gum from his bag and threw it into his mouth, every time he acted, he had to chew this, and it became a habit.

"Find out the terrain, the number of people, come down immediately, don't fall in love. ”

They had to be destroyed quietly, and the people passing by could not be suspicious of the identity of the journalists.

Lao Hang climbed up the stairs, and from here he went out more than ten meters forward to the destination, and when he went up, he found that the sun had risen high, and a new day began in the conflict and was spent in a new killing.

At this time, the old hanger's eyes were full of fighting spirit, as if he had changed a person.

From entering the organization to the present, in just a few days, except for Yan Jiucheng who has changed from an ordinary white-collar worker to a mature counter-espionage captain, Lao Hang has also changed.

Become......

I can't tell.

The shadow of the sun is very much like the figure of farming in the fields when he was a child, far away in his hometown village, he began to farm at this time, and usually at this time, he has to go back to his hometown to help with farming.

The long shadow flashed, and the old hanging moved.

The villagers didn't know that the thief who was in prison around him was risking his life for the sake of a scientist and using his skills as a thief to face a group of spies.

This is something that the villagers cannot think of.

A gray-haired mother stood at the door, looked at the busy villagers in the fields, wiped her tears, and murmured, "My son, I have suffered in prison. ”

"It's good to suffer a loss. An old man on the side smoked a dry cigarette: "Suffer a little loss, don't steal in the future, be honest, ask for a daughter-in-law, don't seek to be rich and rich, live peacefully, give birth to a son, just do it." ”

The old mother sighed long and nodded: "Well, it's good to be safe, just such a cub, I will marry him a daughter-in-law when I come out, our family can't be broken." ”

As she spoke, the old mother sat at the door, her shadow short, revealing the smell of aging.

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