After seeing the detective and arranging the plan of action, Fang Buwei chased after Bai Yu again.

After listening to the conversation between Bai Yu and his subordinates, Fang Buwei was a little moved in his heart.

He admired these people, and he also admired the ancestors of this era from the bottom of his heart.

If it weren't for his father, for the life and death of more than ten members of the family, he would not have been able to toss these people like this.

By this time, Bai Yu had not yet given up on Fang Shiqi.

"Since the superior has sent this man to my subordinates, then I will be responsible for him......" Bai Yu said to the boss of the comptoir and his men.

Just after settling down, Bai Yu notified the scouts again, trying to convey the order of his superiors to be silent on the spot to Mr. Chai, the only one who had not been notified. and plans to organize peripheral personnel, such as those coachmen, to find Fang Shiqi's specific whereabouts overnight.

After Bai Yu gave the order, Fang Buwei sighed secretly, waved his arm, and threw a stone out of his hand.

The stone hit the roof of the house and rolled down again, and Fang Buwei heard several footsteps rushing out of the door and the sound of a pistol being drawn.

"No one ...... outside," said the guy who chased people out and returned to no avail.

"Hell, can't you grow wings?" Bai Yu scolded.

Fang Buwei was sitting at a shoeshine stall outside the street, fifty or sixty meters away, and the guy obviously saw his back, but he didn't think that the stone was thrown in by the shoeshine guest.

"To withdraw or not to withdraw?" The owner of the comptoir asked with a sigh.

Bai Yu gasped again and again, and handed the paper on the stone to the boss of the trading house: "You didn't let us withdraw this time......

The boss of the firm took it and looked at it, and there was a line of small letters written on it: "Mr. Chai has been exposed......"

……

Half an hour later, the guy pulled a rickshaw and appeared on the street.

He came with the mindset of mortality.

To be precise, he is Fang Shiqi's only upline. Since Fang Shiqi's organizational relationship was transferred to Hong Kong City, he was responsible for every handover of materials or tasks.

As for Bai Yu and the boss of the firm, Fang Shiqi hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

It was almost with his determination to disobey the orders of his superiors that he sought Bai Yu's consent and came to contact Fang Shiqi alone.

The man first turned to the street where the merchant house was, and saw in the distance that there were several policemen wandering there.

Didn't it mean that there were just suspicious characters, how could they be replaced by these doglegs?

The guy thought in disbelief.

He didn't dare to come forward, pulled the rickshaw, and turned to the street of the pharmacy.

There are no lights in the pharmacy and the doors are locked.

The pharmacy had just closed, which also made the guy who came to Fang Shiqi full of confidence pounce.

It's a pity, don't say that the guys don't know, even Bian Baiyu and the boss of the firm don't know where Fang Shiqi went.

Just as he was about to contact the backbone elements in the peripheral organizations and vigorously search for Fang Shiqi's whereabouts, he saw a familiar figure on the street.

Who else is not Mr. Chai?

The man was overjoyed in his heart, and was about to catch up, when a sharp and piercing alarm whistle suddenly sounded behind him.

The police?

The guy was startled, and before he could react, two teams of police blocked both ends of the street, blocking the few pedestrians, including the guy pulling the rickshaw.

Who is this going to catch?

Seeing the police officer who was about to rush in front of him, the guy was so shocked that his right hand had even reached into the waistband of his pants.

"Get out of the ......," one of the leading policemen yelled from afar.

The man was a little determined, pulled his hand out, and moved the rickshaw to the side very quickly.

The police passed by him.

When the guy turned his head, he saw a scene that made his eyes split.

The police turned out to be going for Mr. Chai.

"What are you going to do?" Seeing that the situation was not right, Fang Shiqi roared, preparing to flee.

But the streets are not wide, and there are three or four people blocking each end, where can he escape?

Seeing that there was no way to escape, Fang Shiqi roared loudly and took out a pistol from his arms.

"Gun......," an Indian with only a baton in his head wrapped around his head, shouted loudly in English.

Without waiting for Fang Shiqi to put the muzzle of the gun flat, the leading Chinese detective took the lead in shooting.

"Bang ......"

Like fried beans, the detective hit all the bullets in the gun on Fang Shiqi.

Even if the light is not good, the guy can see the blood flowers coming out of Fang Shiping's body.

It all happened in the middle of the fire, and the guy didn't react at all.

He only felt that just the moment he turned his head, Fang Shiqi was shot.

The corner of the man's eye was about to burst, and he quickly threw down the rickshaw and tried to pull out his gun.

"Let's go, ......" Fang Shiqi, who fell into a pool of blood, roared.

Fang Shiqi shouted Wenzhou dialect, although it was not authentic, but it was even more incomprehensible.

Not to mention that the Indian head entanglement can't be understood, even the Chinese police don't know what he is shouting.

On the whole street, only the guy can understand it, because he is from Wenzhou.

Fang Shiqi was shouting: It's useless, it can't be saved, if you can escape, it's counted as one.

It turns out that Mr. Chai has already recognized himself!

The man's heart was on fire, it was unusually hot, and his eyes were soaked with tears on the spot.

He withdrew his hand from his waist and wiped another handful of tears.

"Tie it up and take it away!" The detective plugged the gun back and yelled at his subordinates.

"Detective, people don't seem to be able to do it anymore!" One of his subordinates said.

"What?"

The inspector exclaimed in surprise and put his hand under Fang Shiqi's nose and poked it out.

"Diao your mother......" The detective stood up and kicked Fang Shiqi's body, but Fang Shiqi didn't react at all.

The guy gritted his teeth, his eyes about to burst into flames.

"Take me away if you die, or the spy guy will be able to give you a bounty......," the detective yelled, scolding.

The guy slammed into it.

Where did the spies come from?

The two policemen cursed in unison, and when they looked around, they saw the guy pulling the rickshaw.

"Come here!" The policeman pointed at it.

The guy lowered his eyes and pulled the car over.

"Hold it up......," a policeman said, pointing to Shiqi's body above the ground.

Fang Buwei, who was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, was about to the eighteenth generation of this policeman's ancestor in his heart.

You're really fucking picking.

Fortunately, the detective was clever, and kicked over the subordinate with one kick, pointed at the man, and yelled: "Get out!" ”

"The car stays!" The detective said to the guy again, then grabbed Fang Buwei's belt with both hands, and threw Fang Buwei into the rickshaw with a "hi" sound.

"Pull away!" The detective waved his hand.

The man saw that a stream of blood flowed down the gap in the saddle, pulling a long line of blood on the road.

The guy wiped a handful of tears, gritted his teeth, and left in the opposite direction.

……

When they arrived at a dim alley, the detective drove all his men away and walked in alone with a rickshaw.

Walking to the depths of the alley, Fang Bu stood up for a carp and jumped off the rickshaw.

"Brother, I really can't understand what I'm doing...... "The detective rubbed his tongue and learned the official language.

"If you offend a great enemy, you can only fake your death and get out." Fang Buwei replied while taking off his clothes that were still dripping with blood.

"After the deed, there is still half of it!" Fang Buwei, who had changed his clothes, handed a wad of dollars to the detective.

The inspector smiled happily: "Brother, don't worry, I promise to do it for you!" ”

Fang Buwei nodded, wrapped the bloody clothes, and left the alley in the other direction.

……

Bozhou Island.

It is said to be an island, but in fact it is not as big as a football field. There were no inhabitants on the island, and a dilapidated thatched house stood alone on higher ground, which was improvised by fishermen to shelter from the wind and waves.

A small boat docked, and the owner of the trading house, dressed as a fisherman, got off the small boat and walked quickly into the thatched hut.

"This should have been sent by Mr. Chai today......" Shang Zhi boss handed a note to Bai Yu.

In addition to sending his men to find Fang Shiqi, Bai Yu also sent the boss of the trading house to check the fixed place where the information was placed to see if Fang Shiqi had placed the information.

A faint smell of medicinal wax came out, and presumably when I got it, the note should have been hidden in the wax pill.

Glancing at the small lines on it, Bai Yu frowned.

"There are a large number of spy activities in Hong Kong City, which are suspected to be aimed at our party's underground organization......"

"A large number of spies?" Bai Yu was taken aback, "No wonder he asked to meet...... I was careless! ”

Bai Yu's regretful intestines are about to turn green.

"Does it have something to do with that person today?" The owner of the comptoir asked in surprise.

"It's hard to judge for the time being!" Bai Yu shook his head.

Bai Yu struck a match, burned the strip of paper to ashes, and spun it around in the straw shed.

Where did these agents come from?

There have always been spy activities in Port City, and Bai Yu knows about it.

But the number of people was not very large, and Bai Yu even knew where these people often gathered, and what their goals were.

But the purpose of these people is just to spy on those people, and there is usually no outrageous behavior.

He didn't last remind those of the Nineteenth Route Army.

Even they knew that there were underground organizations in the port city, but they were not as good as they were in the mainland.

What Mr. Chai said is not these people?

Also, how did Mr. Chai know?

In addition, the person who reported the news today, he still can't figure out how the person who reported to him three times and twice kept up.

It definitely won't be a spy, otherwise ten deaths yourself won't be enough.

Just as he was puzzled, a light lit up on the shore, and then disappeared in a flash.

"It's a little news......

The owner of the comptoir recognized the signal and said.

A few minutes later, the guy jumped off the boat, tears in his eyes, choked up and said, "Mr. Chai sacrificed ......"

"What's going on, you make it clear?" Bai Yu picked up the gang.

"More than ten shots...... the guy gritted his teeth, and there was a cold light in his eyes, "It was the traitor detective who led someone to do it, saying that it was to get the spy's bounty......"

"Spy ......" Bai Yu clenched his fists tightly.