Cicada Moving Chapter 272

Chapter 272 Difficult Confirmation (asking for votes)

What is the meaning of the target's action of just fishing out water? Would a Japanese spy be so childlike, or was he performing a mission? Gui Youguang doesn't believe it, maybe he missed something.

After thinking for a while, he looked at the empty lake thoughtfully. Could it be that he was sending a signal to his accomplices, but there were no other ships nearby. Who was he sending the signal to? Could it be on the shore?

Gui Youguang watched the cruise ship still driving on Xuanwu Lake and moved the telescope to the shore. However, there were many tourists and it was impossible to tell who was a spy from a distance. This required close observation and identification.

He decisively gave up his plan to find the other party's accomplices, which was unrealistic.

As long as you keep an eye on the target, you will always see the opponent's accomplices. The wind above the lake is strong, and the white pilot scarf is flapping. Gui Youguang tucks it into his collar and continues to monitor the target.

At this time, the cruise ship slowly approached the dock. Jiang Jincai stepped off the ship, looked around, and walked in the direction of the shore. As long as the connection was not over, he could not relax for a moment.

He deliberately walked very fast against the flow of people, turning his head slightly to pay attention to the movement behind him, especially if there were any pedestrians who were also going against the flow of people. The result made him feel relieved that no one was following him.

Jiang Jincai slowed down his pace, facing the warm breeze of early spring, walking and stopping comfortably, calculating the itinerary and meeting time, but the planes in the sky were annoying and always interrupted his thoughts.

He looked up and saw that the three planes were circling and climbing near and far, practicing their flying movements. They all looked like veterans, and their movements were completed very neatly, which attracted tourists to stop and watch.

Gui Youguang saw the target looking at them through the telescope. His heart skipped a beat. He must have been discovered. He quickly motioned to the pilot to stay away.

The pilot tilted the control stick and the plane flew left onto the lake. This made the people watching a little disappointed. Jiang Jincai laughed and finally left.

He just walked back to Taipingmen Pier and unexpectedly boarded a boat again. The men and women on the boat ignored him. Only the boatman smiled and nodded, welcoming him aboard.

Jiang Jincai found a seat at random and sat down. The boat swayed into the lake. The passengers whispered and the boatman introduced the scenery loudly. Jiang Jincai looked at the lake in silence.

Gui Youguang in the plane looked very confused when he saw this scene. What did the target want? He had just been on the boat once, and now he was on the boat again. Could it be that the Japanese intelligence team was meeting on the boat?

But then he rejected the idea. The Japanese would not be so stupid and put themselves in a position of no retreat, because once the encounter was discovered, they would have no choice but to be captured on the ship.

This was another counter-tracking, or a way to escape. Gui Youguang firmly believed that his judgment was correct. He looked at Jiang Jincai intently, wanting to see what tricks this guy would play.

When the boat reached the Xuanwu Gate in the northwest of Taiping Lake, Jiang Jincai suddenly stood up and handed the banknotes to the boatman: "Sorry, I want to get off the boat."

The boatman didn't pay too much attention. This situation was normal. Many tourists were in emergency and would not get off the boat at the pier, so they rocked the boat to the shore. Jiang Jincai jumped from the boat to the shore awkwardly.

Gui Youguang noticed this scene and felt a little excited. The other party's abnormal behavior showed that this guy was going to meet his accomplices, otherwise he would not have disembarked halfway at the risk of being noticed.

He patted the pilot on the shoulder and pointed at the sky. The pilot nodded and raised the flight altitude. Gui Youguang's observation field of view became much larger, making it easier to monitor targets.

After landing, Jiang Jincai changed his previous caution and suspicion and ran straight towards a slow-moving car. He opened the door and got in flexibly, and then the car drove away quickly.

Outside Xuanwu Gate is Jinling's main road, Ziwu Road, which connects to Zhongshan Road. There are cars everywhere on the road. This car suddenly slowed down after merging into the traffic flow, weaving left and right on the road.

Gui Youguang's eyes widened, and he didn't even dare to blink, for fear of letting the other person out of sight. There were so many cars of the same style on the road, and if he misjudged the target, he would probably never find the target again.

Strong air flow poured in from the leather pad of the telescope, like a knife slicing at the corners of his eyes. It hurt and itched. Gui Youguang bit his lips to resist the normal reaction from his body.

Finally, the target's car finally started to drive normally. After driving along Ziwu Road for five or six minutes, it turned left into Wutong Street, where there are many small bars and cafes opened by foreigners.

While the opponent was turning, Gui Youguang wiped his eyes with a pilot scarf. He finally understood why the Air Force people must have let him carry this thing. Although it was unlucky, it was really practical.

Besides, the car on the ground entered Wutong Street and drove into the lane on the right. Jiang Jincai got out of the car with the driver. The two of them crossed the road with their heads lowered and walked into a shop on the left.

　　After continuing to observe for a while and confirming that the target did not come out again or leave through the back door, Gui Youguang clenched his fist and said to himself: "Wang Badan, I'll see where you can run now."

He counted the order of the stores, wrote the detailed locations on paper, and drew a schematic diagram just in case. He put two pieces of paper into the can and asked the pilot to immediately send a signal to the people on the ground.

Zuo Zhong, who was far away at the Ming Palace Airport, looked at his watch with a solemn expression. He thought about it and nodded to the high school student next to him. The backup aircraft and personnel must be dispatched, otherwise the handover of the operation would be affected.

The senior high school officer also knew what he was doing and asked his subordinates to notify the plane to prepare for takeoff. He secretly said that the Japanese agent was too careful and the six hours of flight time was not enough and he wasted so much fuel. But at this moment, Zuo Zhong asked a very strange question: "High school, can the Douglas reconnaissance plane carry weapons, such as machine guns and bombs?"

The high school colonel looked seriously and replied: "Of course, the nose is equipped with a fixed 0.3-inch machine gun that fires forward, and there is a detachable machine gun of the same caliber at the observer position.

The wing racks can carry four hundred-pound bombs, but Captain Zuo, why are you asking about this? You don't want me to shoot or drop four bombs in Jinling City, do you? "

He couldn't help laughing when he said this. How could there be such a crazy person? If the bomb really exploded in Jinling, everyone present would have to be shot. But Zuo Zhong did not laugh, but looked at him seriously.

The high school senior's smile slowly faded and he said firmly: "Impossible, I can't agree to such a crazy request. Do you know how serious this matter is, Captain Zuo, this matter is absolutely impossible."

Two impossibilities explain his attitude.

Zuo Zhong smiled and said: "Forget about the bombshell, load the machine gun. If anything happens, I will be fully responsible. You have your responsibilities, and I have mine. We cannot let the Japanese leave alive."

The high school senior's expression was uncertain. Whether he was doubting what Zuo Zhong said or recalling his fallen hometown, the air force personnel in the tower closed their mouths and looked at the two officers.

Zuo Zhong said again: "These Japanese are professional soldiers. They cannot surrender obediently in the face of arrest. I have to be responsible for my brothers. After this incident, I will personally sponsor twenty barrels of oil."

"Bang!" the high school colonel slammed the table and said angrily: "Captain Zuo! Who do you think Gao is! Come here, tell the ground crew to load more ammunition. If you encounter a Japanese, give me a good beating."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Zuo Zhong again: "But the twenty barrels of fuel cannot be missing. If there is one barrel missing."

Zuo Zhong said first: "Let your plane go to the Secret Service for training, right? Zuo doesn't care about a mere twenty barrels of oil. If a gentleman says something and whips his horse quickly, it will be delivered within a week."

One kilometer away, Wu Chunyang looked at the sky anxiously. According to the intelligence, the aircraft's flight time was probably running out. If the surveillance operation was interrupted, it would be basically impossible to find the other party.

At this time, the guidance staff who was observing the aircraft said in surprise: "Swing left and right! They have found the target's landing place. We must send a signal to the other party immediately and let the aircraft send the information down."

Wu Chunyang raised the telescope and found that the plane was making the agreed movements. He turned around and ordered: "Go and send the signal. There are our people nearby. Move louder, don't worry about being discovered."

"yes."

Instruct the personnel to get out of the car, walk to a secluded place in a few steps, and wave a conspicuous red signal flag. Pilots are very familiar with this procedure. As long as they pass over them, they will definitely notice it.

As expected, the plane in the sky circled nearby for a while, then discovered the contact signal on the ground. It swooped down and dropped something, which bounced in front of Wu Chunyang's car.

Wu Chunyang quickly picked it up. It was a somewhat deformed can. After opening it, two pieces of paper were poured out from the inside. On them were the location of the target and a schematic diagram. The section chief's plan was successful!

Turning around, he said to the little spy beside him: "Notify all brothers to secretly surround Wutong Street, take photos of people who are in and out, and call the section chief to ask for instructions whether to arrest Japanese spies."

Following his order, the intelligence agents gathered nearby began to secretly approach Wutong Street. Wu Chunyang was going to drive to Wutong Street to take a look at the environment of the target's hiding place.

Wutong Street is named after the sycamore trees on both sides of the road. It has a unified French architectural style and is a small three-story Western-style building. Foreigners nearby have opened many shops here, which is very lively.

So the usual flow of people was not small. After Wu Chunyang drove in, he found that the situation at the scene was very complicated. If there was a fight with Japanese spies, there would be many casualties, which made him frown.

According to the section chief's consistent request, operations must minimize civilian casualties. In this case, the operation may be very difficult. Unless evacuation is carried out first, it is better to wait for the section chief to make a decision.

“The first room, the second room.”

The car drove by at a steady speed on the street, and Wu Chunyang counted the shops one by one. When he reached Wutong North Street, the seventh shop from the east, he quickly glanced at the signboard - Qiu Ju Bookstore.

(End of this chapter)

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