Arranging for Chen Jiang to go to Nanjing is the most crucial part of Fang Buwei's plan.

The fire under the pot has been drained, I see how you boil this pot of water?

But Fang Buwei did not take it lightly, and the clues that should be investigated had to be continued to be investigated.

He was going to find out first, who this Boss Qu was delivering food to when he went to the hospital every day.

It definitely won't be Mrs. Song.

If you think about it, you can know that she has just experienced an assassination, and no matter how careless the guards around Mrs. Song are, they will never let her eat the food brought in from outside.

It's a bit more likely.

Fang Buwei summoned the two spies from the hospital back in order to let Fu Huizhong.

The two team members stayed in the hospital and sent a message with a special delivery.

For example, if the chairman of the committee or the chamber of the chamber needs to solicit the opinions and suggestions of Mrs. Song and Duan Na on any matter, they will definitely not send messages or make phone calls from open channels, and the safest thing is naturally the secret radio station of the secret service.

If Mrs. Song and Duan Na have any news that needs to be conveyed to Nanjing, they will also pass through the radio station in Suzhou.

This is by far the most secure channel of contact.

So these two spies were in the hospital almost twenty-four hours a day, just outside the wards of Mrs. Song and Duanna.

Who has visited Duan Na and Mrs. Song, these two should have imprints.

Fang Buwei was naturally interrogated alone, and did not let Fu Huizhong participate.

And afterwards, these two spies will definitely be held in solitary confinement.

Fang Buwei thought that Boss Qu was still so recognizable, if he had been there, the two team members should remember it very clearly.

But I didn't expect these two team members to remember it at all.

"There are too many people visiting every day!" The first member replied.

"There are more people who visit Duanna's advisors than their wives...... this is the original words of the second team member, "and most of them are foreign devils......"

Mrs. Song's personality is "close to the people", and the person who can find a suitable reason to visit her is not low, and her status is not low, so Mrs. Song will naturally not refuse for no reason, and it is not normal if there are fewer people.

But where did these people who came to visit Duanna come from?

Duanna's identity is only a consultant, and he has no real position, and he has no real power in his hands, so does anyone want to take this opportunity to slap him?

Again, where did these foreign devils come from?

Fang Buwei was a little confused.

After asking for a long time, he didn't ask anything, and the two subordinates in Fu Hui, who were still harmed, were locked up.

The hospital must not be able to go, and no one dares to guarantee whether Boss Qu has left a back hand in the hospital.

As soon as someone goes to investigate this matter, doesn't it tell Boss Qu that someone has already found out about the hospital?

Now we can only wait for news from Chen Jiang.

Fang Buwei, just in case, called Fu Huizhong in again and instructed: Don't be curious, people will die, maybe there is not even a scumbag left.

Fu Huizhong is smart and smart, and it can be seen from the fact that he can become the stationmaster of Suzhou Ya, and he heard Fang Buwei's words on the spot.

What does it mean that there is no scum left?

Naturally, it is the god who dies without knowing it, or even after you die, others have disappeared.

There were turbulent waves rolling in the Fu Hui Center, but his face was silent, just nodded heavily.

He could also see that Fang Buwei didn't mean to scare him, otherwise he wouldn't have said the same thing to him twice.

After sending Fu Huizhong away, Fang Buwei hid in bed and didn't feel a little sleepy.

He wondered, if the news leaked, would he rush out of a team of gunmen and kill himself?

……

Hangzhou, lakeside, a small red brick building.

In later generations, the price of houses on the edge of West Lake soared, and in the Republic of China era 80 years ago, the price was not low.

Not to mention buying, those who can rent are quite rich.

Fang didn't have trouble sleeping, but Boss Qu slept peacefully.

In addition to him, there was a man in pajamas in the room, sitting on the edge of another bed and smoking.

The ashtray in front of him was already full of cigarette butts.

Why haven't you come yet?

The man walked to the window and lifted the curtain open a slit.

But today is cloudy, the street lights have long been turned off, and it is pitch black outside the window, and not even a star can be seen.

The man threw down the curtain, looked at Boss Qu who was snoring, snorted coldly, and pushed Boss Qu on his back.

"Hmm......" Boss Qu squeaked unconsciously, opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him, and then came back to his senses before asking, "He's back?" ”

The man shook his head.

"What did you tell me to do when I didn't come back?" Boss Qu complained, turned over and prepared to continue sleeping.

Before he could turn over the rope, there were a few movements downstairs, and the man who had just pushed him had a cold look in his eyes and put his ear to the window.

The door was opened, closed again, and then the lights came on outside, as if someone had gone up the stairs to the second floor.

"It's coming!" The man shouted and hurried out.

The one who came back was also a man, wearing a short trench coat, looking very old, at most in his early thirties, and his face was very white.

"How's it going?" The man in the pajamas asked.

"No news!" The man in the trench coat took off his hat and hung it on a hanger.

"Shouldn't it?" The man in the pajamas muttered and asked, "What does it say?" ”

"Say let's wait!" The trench coat man replied.

"Wait?" The man in the pajamas frowned, "It's been two days, when will it be?" ”

"What happened in two days?" Boss Qu yawned and walked out, sat down for a long time, and didn't forget to pour himself a cup of herbal tea to refresh himself: "What is the efficiency of these institutions of the Republic of China government, you haven't learned it, so naturally you don't know ......"

"Do you even dare to perfunctory the assassination of President Jiang's only son?" The man in the pajamas asked with a sneer.

"It's too much to say it's perfunctory!" Boss Qu still said slowly, "The commander of the Zhejiang security department has personally led people to Xikou, and the youngest major general and the most powerful spy leader of the national government have personally chased them to Suzhou, how do you want them to pay attention to it?" ”

"The youngest major general, the most powerful spy leader, is this level?" The man in the pajamas sneered, "There are so many clues and evidence left, even if you crawl, you should crawl to the hospital......"

"There are still some levels!" The man in the trench coat, who had not spoken, said, "At least as soon as you stick out your tongue, you can taste ricin, and neither you nor I can compare to ......."

"It's really not a matter of level!" Boss Qu said with a sneer, "As soon as the commissioner arrived in Suzhou, you want to urge the family to investigate the case, do you know any human accidents?" Why do you have to pick up the wind, wash the dust, ......"

"I'm not Chinese, I don't need to know anything about human accidents!" The man in the pajamas sneered, "But I understand at least one fact now!" ”

"What facts?" Boss Qu asked subconsciously.

"Even if you lose the country, you are to blame!"

"I'm going to kill your mother!" Boss Qu roared angrily.

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