Not far from the square, a van stopped on the side of the road, and unnoticed, one or two people walked down the door at the back of the carriage and mixed in with the crowd and approached the square.

Buck was still browsing the English-language newspaper in hand.

"It seems that the experts of the Seventh Bureau are not wrong, he really wants to meet with someone today, otherwise he would not have adopted the anti-tracking approach." An agent disguised as an ordinary Hong Kong citizen said to his companion. "Everyone's in good spirits, this time we can't handle things as usual."

None of the "paparazzi" in the car spoke, some used binoculars to observe the details of Buck's appearance, and some took the opportunity to close their eyes and recuperate. It seems that the day is still a long one, and sufficient physical strength can help at all times.

In addition to the agents responsible for tracking, there is also a team leader and a communications expert who operates electronic instruments, and today three teams of 18 agents were dispatched to be on standby at all times, which is almost all the field agents of the Ministry of State Security in Hong Kong. Each squad is armed with Glock pistols, Remington shotguns, MP5 submachine guns, and stun grenades, which, along with careful planning, are enough to deal with any contingencies even without the help of local police.

The field agents traveled in three Buick business-class cars, and according to the orders of the command vehicle, they moved at any time, taking care of the area where the target might appear, so as to ensure that at least one team could arrive at the scene of the incident at any time.

Buck Willis was unaware of the security agents around him.

He sat on the bench, unobtrusively searching for anything suspicious with his trained eyes. No one paid attention to him, no one pretended to do irrelevant things around, and no one used the phone in a whisper. Everything around is normal.

He once suspected that a pair of young lovers on the opposite bench were Chinese agents, but from the conversation between the two men, he found out that they were Vietnamese. Chinese agents may pose as Japanese, but definitely not as Vietnamese.

Buck smiled self-deprecatingly, how do the Chinese describe his current state? By the way, the wind is loud, and the grass and trees are all soldiers.

He jerked to his feet and walked briskly across the street. No one followed his actions, at least not in his range of observations. Hong Kong is a fast-paced metropolis, every pedestrian on the street rushes by, every pedestrian looks serious and dazed, they have no one to care about except themselves, and their eyes rarely cross their eyes. The streets are full of signs and advertisements, and the colors are almost breathtaking.

From the glass windows on either side of the street, Buck didn't see anyone paying special attention to him.

He slowly wandered down the pavement, and suddenly, he was hurtling through the busy streets, causing a series of sudden braking and horns on the road. Many people looked at Buck in amazement, but no one followed him through the streets, and no one showed disproportionate panic.

Buck didn't hesitate any longer, and turned onto the bustling Central Street.

The people in the "paparazzi" car all cursed in a low voice.

Central is one of the most popular locations in Hong Kong, with dozens of flagship stores of top international brands and hundreds of fashion and jewelry stores gathered in The Landmark, Central Plaza, Prince Building, Grand Residences, New World Tower and Alexandra Building alone. In addition, these commercial buildings are connected to each other by covered footbridges, which is very convenient for pedestrians, but it is difficult for the agents to come, although electronic monitoring equipment has been installed in major areas beforehand, but for various reasons, these equipment can be of very limited use.

Fortunately, Buck didn't hesitate too much, and went straight into the Prince Building. For Buck, this is the best place to make secret joints.

After listening to the report of the person in charge of the field, Song Fei agreed with the conclusion that his subordinates wanted to gather all the field agents in Central and move along Queen's Road, Standard Chartered Road and Des Voeux Road, three arterial roads that can connect all the major buildings in the area, and asked them to consider the timing of the arrest according to the specific situation. An Nianrong also agreed with the conclusions of the Ministry of Security agents. Her reasoning was ridiculous, as she couldn't judge the situation like a local agent, so she based on the fact that there was a Mandarin Oriental hotel in the area adjacent to the Prince Tower, which had both a place to stay and a meeting point, and that if someone was in a hurry, then this area would be the most convenient cover for him. Song Fei did not scoff at her conjectures, but mentioned that in counter-espionage work, intuition is often the most accurate.

An Nianrong felt cold palms because of nervousness.

Buck had been the least hopeless in her calculations, but now she felt that she was taking a desperate gamble, ignoring all other reliable avenues, the business of a red-eyed gambler.

Buck took the elevator to the predetermined location, a dentist office called Weis.

In the reception room, a man in his thirties looked at Buck with scrutinizing eyes. The South China Morning Post in his hand has yellow highlighters circled the English letters on the front page, and if you read them in order, you will find that they are a sentence from the Bible. "Don't see only the thorn in your brother's eye, but not the beam in your own eye."

Buck placed his newspaper on the table next to the man and sat down in silence. His front page also circled letters with a signature pen, followed by a sentence "Looking horizontally at the side of the ridge and forming a peak, the distance and the height are different."

The man glanced sideways at the newspaper, and a smile appeared on his shrewd and capable face.

"Interestingly, a foreigner uses ancient Chinese poetry, while a Chinese uses the Bible. The world is turned upside down. ”

His English with a pure East Coast accent made Buck from Boston feel a little relatable. But this man's smile made Buck very uncomfortable, he had never seen such an indifferent smile, and the gaze of this man when he smiled made Buck's heart palpitate.

"It's not that the world is upside down, it's that East and West are merging." Buck smiled reluctantly, too. "It's the trend."

"Do you think water can fuse with oil?" The man folded the newspaper and tucked it under his armpit, as if he was about to leave at any moment. "Let's get straight to the point. In my opinion, East and West will never come together, and we should be the ones who don't care if East and West will merge, so leave that one alone. We're just messengers, and we don't have to worry so much. ”

Buck nodded in understanding. "I like the latter sentence, 'We are only messengers,' so what do you have to give me?"

The messenger smiled. For some reason, Buck shuddered when the Courier laughed like that.

"In this era of rapid technological development, if I have something to pass on to you, I don't have to go to great lengths to arrange a meeting. The reason why the two sides arranged the courier meeting is because I would like to reiterate the positions and principles that will be instructive for our future cooperation. ”

Buck looked at the messenger in bewilderment. "It's not the same order I received."

The messenger smiled again. "I don't care what orders you receive. My answer is that because this contact is very dangerous, it is the last time we have ever had it. And never try to reach out again, you must wait for me to reach you. It's good for both of us. You see, that's what the Messenger does, just for face-to-face communication. ”

Buck placed a 1.5-inch disc in front of him.

"I don't care what you have to say, that's what we ask."

The messenger hesitated, then picked up the disc. "You're asking for something extra."

Buck was about to speak when the Courier suddenly pressed a finger to his ear, listening intently to the headphones.

He looked at Buck with a strange expression, and slowly lifted the front of his suit, and Buck saw the MP5K-PDW submachine gun hanging from under his armpit.

"You've brought in unexpected guests." The messenger opens the safety of the submachine gun. "Now it's complicated."

Six agents from Field Team 1 have entered the Prince Building. According to the plan, two team members, No. 1 and No. 2, control the direction of the elevator, team member No. 3 control the fire escape, and team members No. 4, 5 and 6, armed with stun grenades and shotguns, will rush into the Wei clinic to arrest them. Disguised as couriers or janitors, they entered the 26th floor without a trace and surrounded the Wei clinic.

Team 4 is responsible for dispersing the chattering staff of the building in the hallway. Most of these staff members were dressed in suits and leather shoes, and some carried leather bags in their hands. Team 4 was relieved to notice that there were no women among the few people in the hallway. Experience has taught him that it is very troublesome to disperse women.

At this point, all he had to do was show his police ID. As a cover for ordinary times, these police cards are legitimate, and they can often play a big role in special moments and places. Most of the staff dispersed obediently, avoiding such an occasion, and he walked up to a staff member who was on the phone, and the tall staff member reached out and motioned for him to wait.

"Yes, right now, right now." The dark-faced staff member turned around and smiled in acknowledgment to Team 4. "Okay, you mean all, RECEIVED."

Team 4 pointed to his phone. "Sir, please go back to your room and continue."

The clerk nodded politely. "Okay, right away."

Team No. 4 suddenly noticed that the staff member spoke fluent Mandarin. At this moment's moment, he heard the sound of a pistol with a muffler firing a "whoosh" and "whoa", and he fell to the ground as if he had been punched in the stomach.