At the same time, Nanjing.

As soon as the day was dawning, there was a roar of a motor in the yard of No. 53 Ji'e Lane in Nanjing, and then the black iron gate was opened, and a black Ford car drove out of the yard.

The sedan slowly drove out of this narrow alley that did not look good, and in the sound of the whistle, the pedestrians who had gathered early at the entrance of the alley were lined up like flowing water, and several patrol officers on duty saw the license plate number, and they were also busy avoiding it.

Without it, on the front windshield of the car, a few big words are clearly written on the blue pass:

Second Office of the National Police Agency.

Only those who know the inside story know that the second hall of the Nanjing Police Department is the public name of the special service of the Fuxing Society, and No. 53 Ji'e Lane is the office address of the special service of the Fuxing Society.

The car passed through the scaly houses and drove on the streets of Nanjing's first district (now Xuanwu District), and the driver in a blue tunic, tilted his head slightly and said, "Boss, where are you going?" ”

"Tiger Bridge."

A middle-aged man sitting in the back of the sedan said three words.

..........

The car traveled all the way to the vicinity of Zhongshan in the north of Nanjing, where the Tiger Bridge is located.

However, near this Tiger Bridge, there are neither tigers nor bridges, there is only a small alley called Tiger Bridge, and in this alley, it is the famous No. 1 Model Prison of the Republic of China, where the locals call Tiger Bridge Prison.

When the car arrived at the gate of this famous prison, the driver looked at the three-meter-high wall and the watchtower inside, and turned around and asked, "Boss, do you want to spread the word?" ”

"No," the middle-aged man shook his head, "just wait here." ”

With that, he closed his eyes—from the side, the man had a tall nose, long eyebrows, and pursed lips—and if he wasn't too demanding, ignoring his slender face, he would be a rare beauty.

The car waited quietly at the prison gate for half an hour, and the small iron gate next to the big iron gate of the prison finally opened, and a young man in a gray tunic walked out under the escort of two sentries, accompanied by a prison officer who looked like a leader, only to see the young man talking and laughing with the prison officer, and the prison officer was carrying a suitcase in his hand, which seemed to be the young man's luggage.

The middle-aged man sitting in the car saw this scene, and couldn't help but snort coldly, and a look of displeasure suddenly appeared on his face, and the driver next to him saw this and said with a smile:

"It seems that Section Chief Fang has been closed for more than a year, but there is no big change."

When the middle-aged man in the back row heard this, his face was even more angry, but when he saw that the young man had already taken the suitcase and walked towards the car, he could barely suppress the unhappiness in his heart.

The young man walked to the front of the car, greeted the driver with a smile, and said, "Secretary Tang, I'll just find a rickshaw to go back, why do you have to work hard for you to run it yourself!" ”

Secretary Tang didn't speak, just laughed and looked behind him.

"Oops!"

The young man jumped up at once, rushed to the back row in a few arrows, and said with a courteous face to the window:

"The Commissioner is here too? How can you afford to take it in person with the status of a lowly position? This is a humiliating job, and the lowly position is really terrifying, this ......."

The middle-aged man in the back row is the director of the special service department of the Fuxing Society in the two major secret agencies of the Nanjing government, Dai Jiangshan!

"Get in the car!"

Dai Jiangshan interrupted the young man's hypocrisy - with this person's eyesight, he can't see that he is sitting in it? It's just a sign of courtesy.

The young man smiled all over his face, said no more, opened the car door and sat down next to the middle-aged man.

"Fang Tu, I think you seem to have a good time at Tiger Bridge, right? Want to stay a few more years? ”

After getting into the car, the middle-aged man finally couldn't bear the unhappiness in his heart and sneered.

"Don't dare, don't dare, the seat said and laughed," the young man named Fang Tu waved his hand again and again, "This guy speculated in futures in Shanghai, and lost a lot, I casually pointed him a few times, and this half a year is considered to be a bit back, so he and I have been warm for a few points." ”

The seat shook his head, too lazy to say more, and the way to the road also closed his mouth knowingly.

The car drove all the way, and soon returned to the three-story building at No. 53 Ji'e Lane, and the seat led the two people up, along the way, everyone in the seat bowed their heads respectfully and said hello, and a few people saw the way behind him, and they all greeted warmly:

"Section Chief Fang is also back?"

After greeting each other all the way, the three of them quickly walked into the director's office on the second floor.

Inside, he sat back down behind his large blue desk, motioned for Fang Tu to sit down, and then asked:

"After a year in prison, you haven't forgotten your skills, have you?"

"I haven't forgotten, I haven't forgotten," Fang Tu's face also became serious, "In the past year, I have studied diligently every day in prison, the introduction to the Three People's Principles, and the principal's notes, I have studied them all with great concentration, and I have quite a lot of experience." ”

"Hehe," the seat sneered, "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, there is a task, you can refer to it in detail and give some advice." ”

"Please take a seat."

Speaking of tasks, Fang Tu immediately seemed to be a different person, and the whole person looked extremely capable and serious.

The seat nodded with satisfaction and said:

"In the past few days, there is a big traitor Zhang Jingyao, who sneaked into Beiping from the northeast, and this person has a huge amount of 7 million oceans, trying to buy people from all walks of life in Beiping and Tianjin for the Japanese. This person is now living in the Liuguo Hotel in Dongjiaomin Lane, Beiping, this is the specific environment around the Liuguo Hotel, you can take a look. “

After speaking, he took out a document from the briefcase next to him and handed it to Fang Tu.

Fang Tu opened the file and looked at it carefully - this is a map of Dongjiaomin Lane and the floor structure of the Liuguo Hotel, and on the third floor of the floor, there are three rooms circled in red.

"Zhang Jingyao is a Beiyang warlord general, with both hands shooting, outstanding riding and shooting, and a good kung fu, he came back to Beiping, brought two bodyguards, the three of them lived on the third floor of the Liuguo Hotel, and changed the room alternately every night, no one knew which of the three rooms lived in him. Also, the Six Nations Hotel is heavily guarded, and it is not easy to enter and exit, even if it is successful, it is very difficult to evacuate, and there are ........."

It seems that this task is very important, and the seat is also very attentive, and Fang Tu does not dare to slack off, from the surrounding police force to all the details of the room, they are also asked one by one.

"In this way," after discussing for a long time, Fang Tu finally had an idea in his heart, "There are not many people, four people are enough, three people live in the hotel, and one more person will be evacuated below." Since this person often changes rooms, it is too difficult to do it at night, and it is easy to kill the wrong person due to the black light. And if you do it during the day, the police around this embassy street are dense, and it is not easy to escape. So, the best time to get your hands on it should be in the early hours of the morning, when it's just getting light. At this time, the population is sparse and the police force is burned, which is the best time to do it. ”

Speaking of this, Fang Tu looked up at the window, it was exactly seven o'clock in the morning, and the sky was already bright, Fang Tu nodded and said, "It's better to do it around half past five." ”

"Hmm." He nodded, and there was no joy or anger on his face.

"Also, although I did it in the early morning, I still have to find out the law of this Zhang Jingyao's actions, since this person has the habit of repairing his face in the morning, then he must find out the specific location of this person in the early hours of the morning, I mean, send someone to live near the left, pretend to go to the wrong door, confirm Zhang Jingyao's specific room, and then do it." Fang Tu said again.

"Makes sense." The seat still nodded noncommittally.

"Specific manpower," Fang Tu touched his chin, "Over there in Beiping, it should still be Brother Tianmu in charge, I don't know how many capable candidates there are now, but the people who live in the Six Nations Hotel are either rich or expensive, and ordinary young people are not competent, so it is better to find an old and serious person to inquire about the news, so that it is not easy to arouse the suspicion of the other party." ”

"Not bad." The seat bowed slightly.

Fang Tu's eyes flickered, as if he was weighing something, and after a moment, he finally spoke:

"When I was in prison, I heard that Deputy Director Zheng was concurrently serving as the district chief in Beiping, he was a native of Hainan, proficient in the Nanyang dialect, and he was very stylish, so he played the role of a wealthy businessman to listen to the news, and it was foolproof."

As soon as the words fell, the seat suddenly sighed, looked at Fang Tu and said:

"You kid, you're a genius!"