As an international metropolis, the status of the magic capital is self-evident. All spy organizations have invested heavily here, and the military command is no exception.

There are three chief and deputy stationmasters, stationmaster Ning Yuze is in charge of the overall situation, and the other deputy stationmaster is his classmate and friend, and the two are almost wearing a pair of pants.

Sun Zhenqing, the deputy stationmaster, can be regarded as a nail inserted by the headquarters to prevent the United Front of the Demon Capital Army from being monolithic and difficult to manage.

Therefore, there is cooperation and vigilance within the military command.

Ning Yuze took over the matter of eradicating the traitor Pi Zhiqiang, and the assassination of Zhang Zhixiong naturally fell on Sun Zhenqing's head.

This is a big deal, and so far, the boss of the headquarters has sent three telegrams urging him.

Moreover, the commissioner of Director Gu's department is about to arrive soon, and it is not good that Sun Zhenqing will sit on wax and be labeled as incompetent, and he will lose the trust of Director Dai.

These days, his hair is turning gray.

However, with the continuous reporting of accurate information from Yuan Pengfei, Sun Zhenqing's face was constantly changing.

Especially when he heard Zhang Zhixiong's specific room number, he slapped his hands and laughed, "Okay, good job, I'm going to give him credit for this agent." ”

"What's his code name?"

The corners of Yu Zecheng's mouth twitched constantly, and he made trouble for a long time, and you don't know who made the credit.

That's not how he spoke to his boss, he respectfully reminded: "This agent is codenamed Huangshan." ”

"Yellow Mountain." Sun Zhenqing muttered in his mouth, he didn't know where he had seen this code name, and he seemed to have a little impression.

Yes, it's on the stationmaster's lurking roster. All officers of the rank of lieutenant are basically listed. Yellow Mountain is one of the three mountains and five mountains, and it is also one of the top ten famous mountains in China, which is more impressive, so I remember it.

He said with a smile: "One Yellow Mountain, one Emei Peak, these two mountains are to overwhelm the Japanese." ”

"The stationmaster has a good reputation, all of this is inseparable from your support and teaching, and without the stationmaster, you would not be able to take our turn in this matter!" Yu Zecheng slapped a sycophant at the right time.

Although it is very explicit, others will definitely scold him for being a sycophant, but Sun Zhenqing, who was patted on the back, is happy in his heart, and he will not mind that this sycophant is not good enough, he will only feel that he has not filmed enough, but it is not enjoyable.

However, the right-hand man who can make a contribution is not too harsh, so he doesn't care.

"Okay, you and I trust, I'll give you the overall situation in this matter, and the specific command will be handed over to you, don't let me down."

Yu Zecheng stood up immediately, and immediately said: "Don't worry, the stationmaster, his subordinates will not give up and complete the task beautifully." ”

Through the window, looking at Yu Zecheng, who was pulled away by the rickshaw, Sun Zhenqing hummed a little song and sang complacently.

No way, it's so good that my subordinates are capable. When it's done, he'll show his face.

However, he will not personally take risks as a dignified stationmaster, and it would be bad to throw his life in for the sake of the mission!

Hold on, let your subordinates work hard is the last word.

……

In a hotel box, Yuan Pengfei and Yu Zecheng met again. The two discussed the plan of assassination, but only then did they realize that they were a little embarrassed.

The Ten Nations Hotel is not so easy to enter, and the four members of the action team are not qualified to live in it. I can only pretend to be a bag-carrying entourage to follow up.

After the incident, Yuan Pengfei's identity is over. It is impossible to wipe them all out, as long as the Japanese are not stupid, it is only a matter of time before he is involved.

Yu Zecheng frowned and was silent. After a while, he said, "Why don't I live in it and bring two people in by the way?" ”

"Then don't you want your identity? Or are you ready to be caught by the Japanese? Yuan Pengfei asked.

"Otherwise, get a car to pick me up, and I'll kill him. After the incident, the café on Deqing Street was waiting for me, and I tried to keep my identity. ”

"Can you do it?"

"As long as you cooperate well, these people are in my bag, killing them is like killing rabbits!"

After that, the two discussed some details and agreed to act in the afternoon.

At about 3 o'clock in the afternoon, a pair of strangers walked down the stairs with arms in arms. Mr. Ledger was particularly impressed by the returned overseas Chinese, and greeted them warmly: "Mr. Yuan is going out?" ”

"He's going to drink coffee with me!" Zhuang Xiaoman replied.

Yuan Pengfei, who was wearing a scarf and hat, also nodded at him, which was a response. The two naturally walked out of the hotel, got into the car and left.

The young apprentice who was wiping behind the counter looked at this scene and couldn't help but sigh: "People are more popular than people, drinking foreign ink, young and golden, and having such a beautiful girlfriend, how good I would be if he did!" ”

The bookkeeper patted him on the head, "Boy, don't daydream, work honestly, save some money and send it back to your family, you can't envy this kind of person." ”

Yesterday, the mountain of the American Embassy was lifted, and Yuan Pengfei easily got $500. The bookkeeper was a witness, and in a happy mood, he took a ten-fiat bill as a tip.

This bookkeeper was happy, and he was in a good mood all day. Although his job is decent, his salary is only 30 yuan a month, which is more than enough.

He has served people for more than 20 years, and he has never seen when he will get such a big tip.

That Mr. Yuan is really a rich man!

In room 221, the curtains are tightly obscured. Yuan Pengfei opened a gap and watched the car they rented downstairs leave. Another black Buick sedan stopped in that position, and a piece of paper was glued to the co-pilot's window, a code for the operation to begin.

Yuan Pengfei closed the curtains, went to the bathroom to look in the mirror, and put on a shoddy mask. The face behind the mask also changed, becoming an angular little handsome guy.

Both box guns were inspected, and the bullets were opened with full safety. One can be activated at any time in the space, and the other can be used as a light machine gun at close range with one in the right hand.

When everything was ready, he pushed open the door and walked out. At this time, he was not the returned overseas Chinese Yuan Pengfei, but an emotionless killer.

The dim light illuminated the long passage, and Yuan Pengfei standing in the corridor was particularly conspicuous. Walking towards the stairs, his footsteps were very clear and strong.

But suddenly he stopped, looked at the light on the ground, and was a little puzzled.

The door of this room somehow left a gap that was not closed, and a ray of light was transmitted from the inside, which was very conspicuous in this dark corridor.

Theoretically, the two of them live door to door, did he hear the movement on the other side of his side?

What are the people in the door doing?

Out of caution, he looked through the crack in the door, and then he jumped up with joy.

In the room, a thin old man was lying on the bed and spitting out clouds, accompanied by the sound of water, a young man kept pouring paper cigarettes into the smoking pot.

Maybe it was because he had been lying on his side for a long time, the old man turned around, and his face with his back to the door was directly presented in front of Yuan Pengfei.

He has a rectangular face, a high nose, two mustaches at the corners of his mouth, and a pinch of hair on his chin and forehead that is the most conspicuous.

Yuan Pengfei licked his lips with his tongue, not knowing how to describe his mood.