Also, notify the commander and the division chief immediately and tell them the news! Fang Buwei explained again.

"What about you?" Gao Sizhong asked subconsciously.

"It is necessary to find out as soon as possible what Zhao Yulin is doing in the Beijing Office of the Northeast Army, if you don't have business, why don't you go to the Northeast and make a special trip to Nanjing? Is there something else going on? So you have to keep an eye on ......" Fang Buwei replied, "When you notify the director, let him send someone to send the internal list of the Northeast Army Office in Beijing, and I will find a way to inform ......."

Each of these local military agencies stationed in Beijing has an inside line that has been placed or sold by the secret service, but the specific list of personnel is only known to two or three people, including Ma Chunfeng.

"Who are you going to send the order?" Gao Sizhong asked.

Dare to let Ma Chunfeng tell the inside list, there are few people in the entire secret service, it is nothing more than Gao Sizhong, Lin Shuanglong, Fang Buwei, but these Zhao Jinshan all know, Zhao Jinshan knows, which means that Zhao Yulin knows.

"I'll go myself...... You inform Zhao Shirui and let him rush to Jixiang Street as soon as possible......" Fang Buwei groaned for a while, and then said, "Zhao Yulin knows him, ask Zhao Shirui not to show up, find a convenient place nearby, bring me a set of military uniforms when you come, and think of a reasonable interface, bring a set of official documents, the police department and the military police headquarters will do......"

"You're going in person?"

Before the words were finished, the phone was directly hung up by Fang Buwei.

Dead nature does not change!

Gao Sizhong muttered, and then pulled out the phone to Zheng Shifei, asking him to report Zhao Yulin's latest information to Gu Zhenlong.

After getting into the car, Fang Buwei remembered that he forgot to ask who the man who was suspected of being a mixed-race child was and whether he was a subordinate of the young marshal.

In the Northeast Army, there are indeed a lot of White Russian soldiers, but they can take the young marshal's special car to pick up Zhao Yulin, and their status is not low, at least at the level of adjutant.

This is just a small problem, don't be too anxious, the top priority is to keep an eye on Zhao Yulin first.

After answering a phone call, it was delayed for at least three minutes, and there was no shortcut to Jixiang Street, so Fang Buwei could only speed up.

He tried his best to rush to the Beijing Office before Zhao Yulin arrived at the Beijing Office of the Northeast Army, and in the middle, he also had to take a shower, put on makeup, change clothes, and memorize the identity and official documents that Zhao Marketing Department had prepared for him temporarily.

Fang Buwei was about to put his foot in the gas tank, and the speed of the car was just over forty yards.

Along the way, chickens and dogs jumped, which really frightened a lot of passers-by.

Zhao Yulin's car had just passed the Drum Tower, and it was still seven or eight miles away from the Northeast Army Office in Beijing.

Fang Buwei estimated that he had a maximum of twenty minutes.

As soon as he drove past the gate of the Northeast Army's Beijing Office, Fang Buwei was stopped again.

Fang Buwei recognized it as Zhao Shirui's subordinates from a distance.

The two alleys are only four or five miles away from Jixiang Street, and Rujiangmen is more than twenty miles from Jixiang Street, so Zhao Shirui naturally arrived earlier.

"Aviation Administration!" The team member who stopped the car said three words at the door of the car, and then pointed to a small alley next to it, and Fang Buwei drove in for a dozen steering wheels.

Zhao Shirui's car stopped in front of the Aviation Department.

Fang Buwei got out of the car, and when he saw someone waving to him at the small door on the side of the Aviation Department, he walked over quickly with his bag.

The team took him up to the second floor, and after entering, Fang Buwei found that it was a small apartment, with extremely luxurious furnishings, and even a place to take a bath.

Fang Buwei secretly praised it.

After being a partner for a long time, there is naturally a tacit understanding.

Zhao Shirui probably guessed that he and Zhao Yulin had met at the Yangtze Hotel.

Thinking that Fang Buwei still had to put on makeup, Zhao Shirui deliberately arranged a convenient and secret place nearby.

"Military uniforms, official documents, and the contact information of the inner line sent by Ma Chunfeng......" Zhao Shirui opened a suitcase, deliberately took out an envelope, and handed it to Fang Buwei, "Ma Chunfeng asked me to tell you, don't rush for quick success, lose a big ...... because of a small loss"

Fang Buwei nodded.

He naturally understood what Ma Chunfeng meant, Zhao Yulin had been stared at to death, and there was little hope of escaping, even if there was any plan, he would not succeed for a while, and he could not expose the inside line of the Northeast Army Office in Beijing because he was in a hurry.

He opened the envelope and glanced at it, but there was really only contact information inside, and he didn't even mention the name of the inside line.

Ma Chunfeng is really careful.

This is definitely not to defend himself, but to guard against Zhao Shirui.

Fang Buwei shook his head, stuffed the letter back again, and struck a match to light it.

After burning the letter, Fang Buwei took off his suit and vest, and subconsciously glanced at it, but found that the uniform title badge brought by Zhao Shirui was not the pink belt of the military police, but the crimson belt of the army.

"The garrison, the military police headquarters, and the police department do not have much official contact with the Northeast Army, and when Zhao Yulin learns about it, maybe he will be suspicious, so I thought about it, so I asked the director of the department to get a routine official document of the Ministry of Military Affairs...... Zhao Shirui said, pointing to the uniform and official document.

"You mentioned me to the Director?" Fang is not a subconscious meal.

Ma Chunfeng knew that it didn't matter, but if Chen Chao knew that he was acting alone, Gu would definitely tell Gu Zhenlong that he would not have to be scolded.

"Am I that stupid?" Zhao Shirui rolled his eyes, "I just said that I wanted to send a good hand in to investigate, and see if I could hear the purpose of Zhao Yulin's visit to the Northeast Army Office in Beijing......"

"Awesome!" Fang Buwei gave a thumbs up.

It is unlikely that Zhao Shirui said, but it is definitely good to be careful.

Fang Bu stripped himself naked for three times and five divided by two, and quickly rushed to the bathroom and turned on the faucet.

He and Zhao Yulin sat face to face for three or four minutes, Zhao Yulin must have smelled the smell of hair oil and hair cream, if he didn't wash it, in case he looked at his face again, Zhao Yulin would be able to recognize him just by smell.

The bathroom was stocked with everything and there was a large ceramic bathtub inside.

In this era, this thing is a rare thing, and it doesn't even exist in Gu Zhenlong's home.

"Whose apartment is this, so luxuriously repaired, is still built on the office building of the Aviation Administration?" Fang Buwei asked while putting soap on his body.

"When Xu Peigen was still the director, he built it for himself, and after he left office, it became the reception center of the Aviation Administration in Nanjing, in fact, no one used it, Zhou Zhirou was unlucky, and he never lived in ......"

Xu Peigen was the director of the Aviation Administration at the time of the Nanchang Airport fire case, and concurrently served as the director of the Second Department of the General Staff Headquarters, and was the backbone of the Fuxing Society.

At that time, the Nanchang Airport fire case was in an uproar, and the whole country knew that it was Sister Xu Pei who was too greedy and wanted to destroy the evidence so that she secretly ordered her subordinates to set the fire.