"Is this the phone in your hotel?"

Bronze looked at him. "You're starting to worry me. No, this phone is not from my hotel. You must not call this number here. ”

"I know the rules."

"Call from a coin-operated payphone you've never used before."

"I said I knew the rules."

"Still, there's no harm in reminding you."

"Look, I know what you're thinking." Ryan said.

"Really?"

"This is my first time directing an operation, and you want to find out if I'm competent."

"You're right, you do know what I'm thinking." Bronze said.

"Well, you don't need to worry."

"Really?" Bronze asked suspiciously.

"I can handle it myself."

Bronze walked out of the apartment building and through a busy street, saw a taxi passing by, and beckoned the driver to go around the next corner and wait for him.

Ryan may be looking out of his apartment, so Bronze apologizes to the taxi driver out of sight behind the corner, saying that he has changed his mind and wants to walk a little longer. After the driver muttered and drove away, Bronze quietly sneaked back around the corner.

The café on the corner has windows on both the main street and the side street. The bronze is hidden in the side street, and the building of Ryan's apartment can be seen through the window of the café. The sunlight reflected from the window on the front of the café obscured his figure.

Ryan came out of the apartment building sooner than Bronze had expected. The sturdy man raised one hand and stroked his short hair, looked nervously across the street, hurriedly called an empty taxi, and got in.

While waiting, in order not to look like an idler, Bronze had to find something to do. He untied his chain-chained rented car from a wooden pole, opened the storage compartment, folded his clothes and put them in, took out a brown work coat and a dark felt hat and put them on. As a result, his appearance changed so much that even if Ryan looked back to see if anyone was watching, he would never recognize him. So Bronze got on his bike and followed the taxi.

The meeting did not encourage him. The problems he found in the Ryan report are now more obvious and more troublesome. And not just because this was Ryan's first time commanding an operation. After all, if this person is going to make a career, then he must have a first time, just as bronze has his own first time.

Actually, Bronze was upset because Ryan was too confident. Obviously, he was inexperienced in this business, but he was not humble enough to recognize his limitations. Before coming to Shanghai, Bronze had suggested to his boss that Ryan be assigned to a less tricky task, but Ryan was the son of a legend in their business (the former deputy head of operations). If he was replaced, the legend would surely come and ask why he didn't give his son a promotion.

So, Bronze was sent to make rounds to make sure everything was running smoothly. Bronze thought to himself, I'm here to be a babysitter. He trailed the taxi through the endless stream of vehicles. Eventually, he saw Ryan get out of a taxi near the steps of a Spanish building, so he jumped off his bike, locked it to a telephone pole, and followed Ryan inside. There were so many pedestrians here that Ryan could have blended in among them to hide himself, but his short hair made him stand out. Bronze thought that he should keep his hair to a less noticeable mid-length, which was another mistake in doing this business.

In the bright afternoon sun, Bronze narrowed his eyes and followed Ryan through the synagogue and down the steps to a small square. Once a famous flower market, it is now occupied by street vendors laden with jewelry, pottery and paintings.

Bronze eyes do not squint, staring closely at his prey. Ryan turned to the right, walked past a fountain that was supposed to have been built by Jews in Shanghai, passed through the crowd, passed several houses, and finally disappeared into a café.

Bronze thought, this is another mistake in doing this business. It's stupid to hide in a place like this, where people come and go, and it's hard to find out if someone is spying on you. He had chosen a semi-secluded place and was going to wait there for a while. This time, however, sooner than he expected, Ryan came out with a woman. It was a White Russian woman, in her early 20s, tall, slender and sexy, with short black hair and an oval face. She wore a pair of sheepskin boots and a dark overalls, and her breasts were particularly full. Even though the bronzer was 30 yards away, it could be seen that there should be no clothing in her coat. Ryan put one arm around her shoulder, and she put her arm around him and put her thumb into the back pocket of his trouser pocket. They walked a little further along the Master of Ceremonies' Floo, then turned onto a narrow shaded street on the right. In front of a building, they stopped, kissed impatiently, and then walked into the building.

……

The call came at 9 o'clock. Bronze had told Ryan that the phone number was not connected to his hotel, but in fact, there was. It was a public telephone in the foyer of a hotel on the other side of the street where his hotel was located. Bronze can wait for the phone while reading the newspaper without attracting the attention of others.

Every half hour, starting at 8 o'clock, Bronze paced up to the phone, waited for 5 minutes, and then returned to the comfortable seat. He was standing next to the phone when it rang at 9 o'clock. He picked up the phone, "Hello? ”

"Is it Lao Luo?" He picked out Ryan's inconspicuous New England accent.

"Is it Xiao Li?"

"It's scheduled for 11 o'clock tonight."

"Where?"

Ryan told him.

Hearing this, Decker frowned. "Goodbye." Nervously, he hung up the phone and left the hotel. Although he had told Ryan that he was not very tired, in fact he was very tired at the moment, so he really did not want to work at night. And, for the rest of the afternoon he was busy. In the afternoon, he rushed to a foreign bank in Shanghai. His liaison office in the foreign bank kept a package addressed to him, which was only the size of a hardcover. Back in his hotel room, Decker opened the package, took out a Walter-type semi-automatic pistol, and tried it to make sure it worked.

He could have opted for a more lethal weapon, but he preferred the small and delicate Walter pistol. The gun was only a little bigger than his palm, and it could be tucked into the back of the kaftan after being put into the holster, and then put on an overcoat outside, so as long as you didn't take off your coat, you couldn't see it at all. Still, Bronze is up and down in his heart.

There were five of them—the tall pretty lady and four white Russian men that Bronze had seen with Ryan. The four men, ranging in age from their early 20s to 30s, were skinny and had their hair combed back. Dressed like a small gang — sheepskin boots, overalls of labor cloth, western belt buckles and twill cheesecloth jackets, and even the cigarettes they smoked were of the same brand — the Three Forts. However, there is a stronger bond that binds them together. Their apparently similar facial features suggest that they are four brothers and one sister.

The group sat in a single room upstairs in a café. It's close to Monument Square, one of Shanghai's busiest business districts. This kind of meeting place is really worrying about bronze. This is not only because there are many people in this kind of place, but also, in such a short period of time, it is impossible for Ryan to book a single room in a place that is full of customers on such a night. There were many empty wine bottles on the table, and it seemed that the group had been in this room for a long time before Bronze came.

Ryan watched the movement outside from a corner of the private room, and Bronze turned to the topic with a slight greeting to the group. "The gang we're tracking is extremely dangerous," he said in English, "and I don't want you to do anything that jeopardizes your own safety." Even if you have the slightest suspicion that you have alerted them, stop your activity and report it to my friend," he pointed at Ryan, "and vanished." ”

"Will we still get the reward you promised us?" One of the brothers asked.

"Absolutely."

"It couldn't be fairer." The young man drank a glass of red wine.

The smoke was billowing from the room, Ryan's throat and eyes were itching, and the headache from fatigue was getting worse. "What convinced you that you had found the man we were looking for?"

One of the brothers snickered.

"Is my word ridiculous?" Bronze asked.

"It's not yours, it's them. It's the people you're looking for. We immediately understood who it was, we had mixed with them. They're always talking crazy things. ”

"The Italy of the Italians." Their sister said.

Decker looked at her. She hadn't spoken much until now. She had changed her afternoon clothes, and now she was wearing a blue one. Although there is a twill cheesecloth jacket half-covered, you can still see that there is nothing inside......

"They're always talking about this," I just introduced, and their sister's name is Renata. She said half-lying. Her short boyish black hair made her look a little glamorous indeed.

"They kept complaining. They insisted that the relaxation of national vigilance would only allow the Chinese to be poisoned by foreigners. They accuse the United States of supporting Japan in order to create new markets for American products. It doesn't matter if the rest of Europe is disintegrated, but the Chinese must rise up to fight to stop Japan's economic and cultural domination. So, when diplomats die in bombings one after another, the first thing that comes to our mind is these people. ”

"If you suspect them, then why don't you report them to the police?" Bronze asked.

Renata let out a puff of smoke and shrugged. "Why? These people used to be our friends, and they didn't hurt us. However, due to insufficient evidence, they will be released from prison, and then they will hurt us. ”

"Maybe the police will find enough evidence."

Renata smiled contemptuously. Her slim and sexy body shook a few times, "I assure you, these people are not fools, they don't leave anything to chance." ”

"Then let me ask you again, there is no evidence, what makes you believe that you have found the person we are looking for?"

"Because after Ryan paid us," she said, pointing at Ryan. Bronze was shocked that Ryan actually told her his real name. "We've been keeping a close watch on our friends. On the night your ambassador was killed on his way back to the embassy after watching the opera, we followed them and found them hiding in a car just half a block from the bombed car. They definitely used a remote-controlled detonator. ”

Bronze was silent for a moment, trying his best to suppress the tension and excitement in his heart. The assassination of Ambassador Robbins aroused the indignation of certain high-ranking and powerful people in Washington, so that they lost their usual caution and ordered action to stop these demons - in one way or another, so Chongqing sent them out to assist the "friendly countries" in investigating the truth and catching the real culprits.

The reason why the bronze boss is under pressure from the dark is precisely because Ryan has aroused the great favor and attention of these people. If Ryan's informants can definitively prove that the terrorists were responsible for the assassination, the problem would be half the story. The other half will act on their intelligence.

"Maybe they happened to be in that area." Bronze said.

They laughed and drove away.

Bronze's throat tightened. "Do you know where they live?"

"Renata told me," Ryan chimed in, "but apparently they won't be living in that place forever. He gestured for emphasis. They must be disposed of as soon as possible. ”

Bronze didn't worry about it, this was another mistake in doing this business. Informants should never be made aware of what their manipulators are thinking. Besides, what does Ryan mean by "disposition"?

"Renata told me that they used to go to a club," Ryan said, "if we could get them all there......

"What the hell are you doing there?" After the meeting, Bronze asks him annoyed after walking out with Ryan.

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

Bronze nervously glanced around. He narrowed his eyes at the glare of a speeding car, noticed an alley, grabbed Ryan's left arm, and dragged him away from the bustling nightlife district.

"You leaked our mission," Bronze whispered in a hoarse voice as soon as they moved away from the pedestrians, "you told her your real name. ”

Ryan looked embarrassed and speechless.

"You slept with that woman," said Bronze, "didn't your instructor teach you that you could never, never, never have a personal entanglement with your informant?" ”