Everything is ready, now it's up to God to give face.

Fang Buwei checked the equipment on his body again, put on his coat, put on his top hat, and prepared to go out.

"Be careful!" Gu Zhenlong reminded.

"Rest assured, the commander knows how to do it!" Fang Buwei smiled slightly and strode downstairs.

The car drove to Xinjiekou, and when it turned a corner, it didn't even reduce its speed, so Fang Buwei jumped out of the car.

Hearing the soft sound of the car door, Lian Zhiqi turned his head back, and Fang Buwei was no longer in the car.

It was drizzling in the sky, and it was foggy, and the visibility was not very high, so for fear of an accident, even Zhiqi didn't dare to search around for where Fang Bu was, and concentrated on driving.

The guards who followed Lin Zi'an just came with the news that Lin Zi'an would go to Xuanwu Lake to watch the rain scene first, and then go to the World Grand Theater to watch a movie.

Quite petty bourgeoisie, isn't it?

Fang Buwei sneered, opened his umbrella, and walked towards the World Grand Theater.

He estimated that Lin Zi'an would put the location of the joint in the cinema.

……

Zhao Shirui held the binoculars and saw that the guy from the business bank had inserted the door panel and closed.

Before closing, he also saw Nakamura in the store.

There are elite players squatting nearby, and Nakamura can't escape if he wants to.

Fang Buwei's order to Zhao Shirui was that when Nakamura had an abnormality, he would act without hesitation, and he didn't have to wait for himself to come back.

At the beginning of his arrival in Nanjing, Nakamura first investigated the cause of death of Oda and Li Mingxiang, and after finding no clues to the anomaly, he secretly moved to Yiyi Street.

Consulates can certainly guarantee personal safety, but they are also easy to expose.

Even Consul General Ariyoshiaki knew that there were spies from secret services around the consulate every day.

Nakamura is not an ordinary spy, he is extremely vigilant, and there is no Japanese spy here except for him and his old buddy, that is, the cronies sent by Konoe Nakawa to assist.

The guys were all recruited on an ad hoc basis.

Only one of his cronies knew he was here, the middle-aged man who was riding his bicycle and following the car from the hospital to the gendarmerie headquarters.

Fang Buwei personally followed him a few times, and after determining the location where Nakamura and his armed team were located, he never came again, but just asked Zhao Shirui to take a few cronies to keep an eye on these two locations.

Zhao Shirui hid in a private house opposite the trading house, and there were not many people around him, only five or six.

After determining that Lin Zi'an was going out to connect today, Fang Buwei transferred two more elite teams from the military police headquarters.

Some were pulling rickshaws and wandering around the neighborhood, while a few were hiding under the eaves of the street to hide from the rain, and the rest were hiding in a nearby warehouse.

Nearly 30 elites, only dealing with two Japanese spies, and they are still in the base camp in Nanjing, if they fail in the end, Fang Buwei can only buy a piece of tofu and die.

The difficult thing is how to leave Nakamura's mouth alive.

This kind of elite agent definitely has the ability and means to commit suicide in an instant.

……

Xing Mingsheng followed Fang Bu to be disgusted, and he could be regarded as a strong practice, and his anti-reconnaissance ability was not weak at all.

Lin Zi'an is stronger, and has been lurking inside the North Korean government-in-exile for many years, and is more vigilant.

The two first went to Xuanwu Lake, walked around the lake, then went to the World Grand Theater, watched a movie, and finally went to the Confucius Temple.

The location of the joint is here, and it was temporarily agreed by Lin Zi'an.

Because he knows very well the internal ways and routines of his own people.

He not only wanted to get in touch with his superiors, but he was also afraid of being killed, and even Xing Mingsheng beside him took extra precautions.

At this time, Lin Zi'an was sitting in the corner of a small restaurant at the corner of the street, with his back against the wall, and the back door of the restaurant on his side, and the car was parked at the door.

Lin Zi'an calculated that if an accident happened, he could rush out the back door and jump into the car within ten seconds.

The driver stays in the car, and if there is any change in the back door, the first warning will be given.

There is also a guard sitting outside the main entrance, who is in charge of guarding.

Xing Mingsheng and the remaining three guards surrounded Lin Zi'an.

Even if someone wanted to stab, the bullet would not be able to shoot Lin Zi'an in the corner.

The table is full of food, pot stickers, salted duck, braised dried beans, all of which are famous delicacies of Confucius Temple.

Xing Mingsheng and a few guards ate sweetly, but Lin Zi'an was tasteless, and he didn't even move his chopsticks.

He was afraid that Xing Mingsheng would be poisoned, and he was really unaccustomed to it.

After taking his seat, Lin Zi'an kept staring in the direction of the door.

After arriving at the Confucius Temple, Xing Mingsheng secretly made a phone call, and when he came back, he hung a pink oil-paper umbrella at the door of the restaurant.

The umbrella is the symbol of the joint.

In less than two minutes, the head of the guard was in his stomach with two bowls of duck blood noodle soup. He wiped his mouth, stood up and said to Lin Zi'an: "Sir, I'm going to change Li San in and let him eat two bites too?" ”

Lin Zi'an did not doubt him, and nodded subconsciously.

The head of the guard went out the back door and knocked on the window.

The driver, who was half-reclining in a chair, sat up, opened the door and got out of the car.

"Camp Commander Zheng is there!" The driver pointed to a shop not far from the restaurant that bought yellow paper incense candles.

The head of the guard nodded.

The driver entered the restaurant, but the head of the guard did not rush to get into the car, but leaned on the body and took out a cigarette and lit it.

He estimated that Fang Buwei was nearby, as long as he saw himself, he would definitely come to learn about Lin Zi'an's latest movements.

Knowing that Lin Zi'an was a fake, he was the only one, and the other guards were all acting according to orders.

Choking and Strange Novels|w~w~w.

Just smacked twice, feeling that there seemed to be some movement behind him, the leader of the guard was shocked, and before his hand touched his waist, someone stabbed him with the tip of an umbrella on his buttocks.

"What are you panicking about?" Fang Buwei reprimanded in a low voice.

The head of the guard secretly breathed a sigh of relief, didn't even take the cigarette butt from his mouth, lowered his voice, and reported quickly.

"After leaving the cinema, I decided to come to the Confucius Temple temporarily. After arriving, he took us into the Temple of Confucius, but Xing Mingsheng didn't know where to go.

About five minutes later, Xing Mingsheng came back with an oil-paper umbrella, and he brought us here again, and when we entered the door, Xing Mingsheng hung the paper umbrella at the door, saying that it was to control the water......"

Looks like this is it.

"Who else is in there?" Fang Buwei hit the umbrella on his head again.

"Just our table!" The head of the guard replied.

"Be careful, the other party can use their hands at any time, and they don't necessarily only use guns!" Fang is not for the confession.

The head of the guard nodded heavily.

Hearing a footstep coming from a distance, Fang Buwei patted the shoulder of the head of the guard: "The person from the joint is here!" ”

The light drizzle was getting denser and denser, the fog was getting heavier and heavier, and Konoe Masao was holding a black umbrella and walking on the bluestone slab slowly.

Fang Buwei also held an umbrella and passed by Masao Konoe.