Secretary Wang heard the invitation of the political commissar, that is directly agreed, although the political commissar and himself is not a system, but the level of the brigade political commissar is here, as the so-called multiple friends and many roads, if you are lucky enough to be able to meet some people with higher levels, then why not do it.

"Okay, okay, then it's troublesome Comrade Political Commissar, I'll also arrange stability maintenance personnel here to ensure that it won't cause you too much trouble."

In this bazaar, the ghost looked at Meng Chuan, who was carrying a burden and selling around, and asked in a low voice, "Did you find anything?" ”

Meng Chuan put down his flat shoulder, took out a box of white-skinned yellow fruit trees from his pocket, took out a cigarette from it, put it in his mouth, slowly found a plastic lighter, and lit a cigarette.

After swallowing the clouds and spitting out the fog twice, he found that no one in the vicinity noticed him, so he replied: "The people of the 1st Special Operations Battalion did not search this market, but they are still walking around here, probably trying to find us." I suspect that the political commissar has already sent heavy troops to set traps on these eight important targets, just waiting for us to drill, let's try not to go to these places at this time first. ”

The ghost nodded, "I think so too, then I'll arrange manpower first, take advantage of the crowd, and scout other places first, these eight important targets, we will investigate later." ”

"By the way, Xiao Meng, where did you buy this yellow fruit tree? We grew up smoking this cigarette, and we haven't seen it in a long time. ”

Meng Chuan also bought cigarettes in a small shop in the middle of nowhere, this kind of cigarettes are indeed uncommon, mainly because the price is too cheap, in this kind of town, seven yuan five cigarettes are the main force, when the business is good, it is not a problem to sell a few cigarettes a day.

In fact, at first, Meng Chuan also thought about buying a pack of seven yuan and five cigarettes, but after thinking about it, it still didn't work, because the filter of that kind of cigarette was better, and it was difficult to cause the most significant characteristics of those smokers, such as teeth and fingers.

After all, Meng Chuan's current age is here, even if he finishes makeup, he is in his thirties at most, so he can only buy some cigarettes of slightly worse quality, of course, the cheapest is dry tobacco, but that thing is too eye-catching, but it is not conducive to concealment at all, so two pieces of white skin soft pack of yellow fruit trees are the best choice.

"If you want to smoke, I'll buy you one when you go back."

When the ghost heard Meng Chuan's words, he stretched out his finger and pointed to the cucumbers in the basket, "Bring me two catties of cucumbers, how much does it cost?" ”

Meng Chuan picked up the cucumber and put it in a bag, weighed it and handed it to the ghost, "Two catties and two taels, two and five catties, you just give five yuan." ”

After the ghost left, the soldiers of the first special operations battalion also patrolled, and when a squad leader saw Meng Chuan, a middle-aged man in his thirties, selling vegetables at a stall on the side, he was a little puzzled, and stepped forward to ask, "Fellow, how do you sell this cucumber." ”

Meng Chuan grinned with black and yellow teeth full of makeup, coughed for a long time, and then said in a sand voice: "Two pieces of five, two pieces of five." ”

When the squad leader saw Meng Chuan like this, he immediately threw the doubts in his heart out of the clouds, such a person, he didn't believe that he would be a well-trained special soldier.

If such a person can become a special soldier, then can the special forces still be a special forces, "Okay, fellow, then you continue to sell, we will go around elsewhere." ”

"By the way, give you a cigarette, you also smoke less yellow fruit trees, this cheap cigarette is really too harmful to the body."

Meng Chuan showed his black and yellow fingers, took the cigarette handed by the squad leader, and nodded hurriedly, "Thank you." ”

The squad leader saw that Meng Chuan was smoked with cigarettes like this, and he didn't linger long, this is at least a hand that can only be made by more than ten years of smoking age, anyway, it is impossible to have such a hand in the army, although there are many soldiers who smoke in the army, but no one dares to smoke blatantly, and those who can secretly smoke one or two a day are considered lucky.

Conscripts are like this, not to mention special forces, their hard training, it is impossible to take time to smoke.

So Meng Chuan's identity, he really doesn't doubt it at all.