Like Zhang Jianghe, Luo Bingkun can't directly contact his upline, but has to pass on news and intelligence through a traffic officer named Zhao Xi. Zhao Xi's public identity is a small merchant who walks the streets, but in fact he is an old underground party member who has been an intelligence agent for five years in the Chongqing underground party organization. Like Zhang Jianghe, Zhao Xi, who was codenamed Pigeon, had lost contact with his superiors for a time, so Zhao Xi was reinstated as a communicator between Luo Bingkun and the underground party organization in Chongqing, and the possibility of being exposed because of the traitor's betrayal had been minimized.

Luo Bingkun got up early in the morning, and he was waiting for Zhao Xi to appear, so that he could convey the situation that Zhang Jianghe had told him last night to the Chongqing underground party organization. At the same time, Zhao Xi, who was carrying the burden, appeared on the street where Luo Ji was located, and the cries attracted a few children, and several pairs of hopeful eyes stared closely at the sugar cubes and puppet masks in Zhao Xi's picks. Zhao Xi, who was surrounded by children, put down his pick at the corner of the street and took off his straw hat to wipe his sweat, Zhao Xi's eyes looked left and right, secretly observing the movements around him.

As an old underground party with rich experience as a traffic officer, Zhao Xi's vigilance has always been very strong, and after confirming that there is nothing unusual around him, he picked up the burden again, and walked into the street where Luo Ji Tavern was located while waving the children around him. When Zhao Xi appeared at the corner of the street, Tang Cheng in the attic didn't notice him immediately, but when Zhao Xi appeared at the door of Luo Ji Tavern and exchanged a bag of peanuts for wine, Tang Cheng in the attic noticed Zhao Xi, a merchant.

Carrying burdens through the streets and alleys is not uncommon in Chongqing, and the customers of Luo Ji Tavern are ordinary people such as peddlers and pawns. But when Zhao Xi exchanged peanuts for wine, the person who handed the wine bottle back to Zhao Xi was Luo Bingkun, the tavern shopkeeper. Tang Cheng in the attic was condescending, although he couldn't clearly hear what Luo Bingkun and Zhao Xi said when they handed over the wine bottle, but Tang Cheng, who had already opened the triple eyepiece, clearly saw that when he handed back the wine bottle, the tavern shopkeeper was indeed whispering something, and the merchant's expression also changed because of the tavern shopkeeper's words.

What he saw in front of him made Tang Cheng secretly tilt the corners of his mouth, if there was a problem with this Luo Ji Tavern, then this merchant also had a problem. Luo Bingkun and Zhao Xi, who were standing at the door of Luo Ji, didn't know that there was a pair of eyes looking at the two of them in the distance at this time, and reached out to take the bottle full of wine, Zhao Xi turned around and left, at this time, Luo Bingkun suddenly felt as if someone was spying on him. Luo Bingkun, who was startled, forcibly calmed his mind, and while happily nodding and greeting familiar passers-by, he secretly paid attention to the left and right by lighting a cigarette.

The attic where Tang Cheng is located is almost 20 meters away from Luo Ji Tavern, and there is a window in front of Tang Cheng to block it, even if Luo Bingkun's eyes are sharp, he can't see Tang Cheng in the attic through the window. Zhao Xi, who had already separated from Luo Bingkun, did not leave the street immediately with the burden, but walked slowly as usual, while selling the goods in the burden, looking at nothing unusual. After about half a cigarette, Tang Cheng, who came down from the attic, appeared at the corner of the street, and Zhao Xi, who was carrying the burden, almost walked to the corner of the street at this time.

Tang Cheng, who was standing at the corner of the street, turned his back to the direction where Zhao Xi came over, although Tang Cheng was dressed in a short shirt at the moment, but his slightly immature appearance invisibly made people let down their vigilance. Zhao Xi's gaze swept over Tang Cheng, and like most people, Zhao Xi didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Tang Cheng. As the flow of people crossed the street, Tang Cheng, who was carrying a bag of cooked food, walked on the left side of the street, while Zhao Xi, who was carrying a burden, walked on the opposite side of the street.

Tang Cheng, who had already locked Zhao Xi with his system skills, had been walking in front of Zhao Xi, and his eyes had not looked at Zhao Xi at all, even if Zhao Xi was an old underground party with many years of experience, in this case, he would definitely not be suspicious of Tang Cheng. Having left the street where Luo Ji Tavern was located, Zhao Xi's footsteps couldn't help but get faster, what Luo Bingkun told him just now made Zhao Xi anxious, and he couldn't wait to rush to the traffic station to contact his superiors immediately.

The traffic station that Zhao Xi was going to was an oil mill, and the five people in the oil mill, including the boss, were all members of the Chongqing underground party. Zhao Xi is a merchant, but the merchant also wants to eat oil, so Zhao Xi's appearance in the oil mill will not attract attention. Seeing Zhao Xi appear at the door with a burden, the shopkeeper of the oil mill coughed lightly, and immediately two guys from the oil mill walked out of the oil mill with a desk, it seemed that the two of them were going to pick sesame seeds and rapeseed at the door of the oil mill, but in fact, they were to stay outside the door to let the wind out.

Zhao Xi's burden was left outside the door of the oil mill, and when he walked into the oil mill, he saw that there were no other guests present, so he pretended to negotiate the price, and the whole person leaned on the counter, and whispered to the oil mill shopkeeper. "I just received the news from the gate knife that there is a problem with the guests from Changsha, and it is suspected that it is related to Ma Guangfei, the director of the office newly transferred to Chongqing by Zhongtong." As soon as Zhao Xi's words fell, the shopkeeper of the oil mill immediately changed his face, just a quarter of an hour before Zhao Xi appeared, he had just received an order from his superiors, and the superiors decided to contact the visitors from Changsha today.

The shopkeeper of the oil mill, whose face changed greatly, turned his head to look at the wall clock in the corner, and at this time, there was less than half an hour left before the time for the superior to connect with the visitor from Changsha. "Bad things!" Zhao Xi, who learned of this, couldn't help but change his face, "When the gate knife passed the news to me, he also deliberately said that the news about the people from Changsha is true and has been confirmed." Notify your superiors immediately, be sure to be fast, if you are late, there will be a big problem. As soon as Zhao Xi's words fell, the shopkeeper of the oil mill had already walked out from behind the counter.

"You leave immediately, come back here in two days, and if you don't see a contact mark on the left wall of the door when you come, it means that I have been exposed here." There was a hint of determination in the expression of the shopkeeper of the oil mill, and he just hurriedly explained a few words to Zhao Xi, and then walked out of the oil mill in front of Zhao Xi with a cloth bag. Zhao Xi was helpless, so he had to follow the explanation of the shopkeeper of the oil mill, go out and carry the burden in the opposite direction.

The anxious oil mill shopkeeper found the phone, but no one answered the phone on the other side of the phone, and the oil mill shopkeeper who had nothing to do immediately decided to rush to the joint location. The pistol in the cloth bag was heavy, and the oil mill shopkeeper who was walking quickly was already a little flustered, and there was only the last street corner left from the joint location, and the oil mill shopkeeper, who was already a little out of breath, accidentally collided with a young man.

"Oops! I'm sorry! Are you okay? The shopkeeper of the oil mill who was knocked down almost fell, but fortunately, the young man who bumped into him was quick and fast, and he supported the shopkeeper of the oil mill. Amid the young man's repeated apologies, the shopkeeper of the oil mill, who hurried to the joint, only said that it was okay, and strode across the street to merge into the flow of people. Song Guitian still appeared in the teahouse at the appointed time, and inside and outside the teahouse, there were already many members of the action team of the Central Union.

When he saw that familiar face appear outside the door of the teahouse, the shopkeeper of the oil mill was still some distance away from the door of the teahouse, and just when he was about to risk his life to open his mouth and shout a warning, "Bang! Syllable! Syllable! Suddenly, he heard three gunshots behind him. When the frightened oil mill shopkeeper squatted down, his right hand had already reached into the cloth bag to pull out the gun, but his expression immediately became more frightened, because the pistol that he had put into the cloth bag was nowhere to be seen, and was replaced by a half-cut brick.

When the gunshots appeared, the street where the teahouse was located was full of passers-by shouting and running, and the people from the Chongqing underground party who came to the teahouse immediately turned around and left. In the teahouse where Song Guitian was located, there was also a scene of chickens flying and dogs jumping, and the members of the Zhongtong Action Team who disguised themselves as tea guests were quite calm, but among the other action team members who were arranged in the street outside, someone had already taken out a gun and missed his whereabouts.

Seeing that someone suddenly pulled out a gun in the street, the shopkeeper of the oil mill who had just thrown away the half of the brick secretly rejoiced in the three gunshots that had just appeared. As the flow of people was blocked at the street entrance, the oil mill shopkeeper, who was secretly glad that he had nothing forbidden on him, recalled the whole process after he left the oil mill, and it seemed that only when he collided with people at the street corner was the only negligence in the whole process. Recalling the vague impression of the young man, the shopkeeper of the oil mill secretly wondered why the other party just took away his pistol!

If the other person is your own person, why not communicate directly with yourself? But if the other party is not his own, why just take the pistol he put in the cloth bag? Seeing that the people in front of him were searched and checked one by one by the gunmen who appeared at the corner of the street, the shopkeeper of the oil mill suddenly realized that the young man who took the pistol seemed to have done him a great favor. After the oil mill shopkeeper had no pistol in his cloth bag, only the miscellaneous items such as IOUs and pen and paper remained, and he was quickly released by the gunman who intercepted and searched the prohibited items.

"I don't know what's going on! But now that I think about it, that man must have been friend and foe, otherwise he wouldn't have had to take my pistol at all, and I wouldn't have been able to get out of it when I stopped and checked at the street corner. "After meeting with the superiors, the strange experience of the oil mill shopkeeper surprised the faces of several people present." I now suspect that the three gunshots rang out at that time may have been caused by the person who took me and robbed them. ”

Although the inference of the shopkeeper of the oil mill did not have enough evidence to support it, the few people present could not find other possibilities, especially the person in charge of the joint, who was even more grateful for the three sudden gunshots. "Anyway, the one from Changsha should have a problem. After the gunshots rang out, I saw with my own eyes that people with guns appeared outside the teahouse one after another, and after the gunshots rang out on both sides of the street, there were gunmen who intercepted passers-by and searched their bodies. ”