Cicada Moving Chapter 539

Chapter 539 Better days are ahead

No. 73, Fuxiang Lane, Sima Road, Public Settlement, was originally a three-story residential building. It was bought and converted into a hotel. It specializes in business for merchants coming to Shanghai from other places and is quite famous in the neighborhood.

Early in the morning, the two waitresses finished cleaning up the rooms of the guests who had checked out, and sat behind the registration desk on the first floor, eating melon seeds and gossiping about a guest in a certain room who brought a strange woman into the room.

“Excuse me, please get a room on the first floor.”

As he was talking, a middle-aged man wearing a dark gray serge gown and a black felt hat walked in from the door. He came in and spoke Shanghai dialect with a slight foreign accent.

The waiter has seen many such customers. As businessmen who travel all over the country, their time in their hometown has not been as long as their stay in Shanghai. Many things have changed, but the local accent is difficult to change.

The only strange thing is that this person didn't bring any luggage, not even daily toiletries. The hotel only provides hot water. How to stay in this way, but this has nothing to do with them.

Making money, why do you care so much?

One of the waiters randomly picked out a bunch of keys from the wall and threw them over: "Room 107, a single room is eighty cents per day. Sir, I will give you one yuan in advance and I will give it back to you when you check out tomorrow.

We can also order food here. The Huaiyang Restaurant next door does not close the stove before nine o'clock in the evening. It tastes good and is not expensive. If you are worried, there are several other small restaurants on the left when you go out. "

He pointed to the registration book on the counter: "According to the regulations of the concession and the government, everyone must register their identity before moving in to prevent bad guys from sneaking into the city. If something happens, they can be traced."

After saying that, she sat back and continued to participate in a new round of chatting. She had no intention of checking the documents or filling them out for her. They were not on patrol, so they were just meeting the task.

You can't refuse someone to stay just because they don't register. The hotel doesn't care who comes to stay, even if it's a bandit in the mountains or a water thief in the lake. As long as they pay enough for the room, they are guests.

The middle-aged man didn't communicate too much with the waiter. He lowered his head and registered his identity as quickly as possible. Then he threw out a piece of ocean, picked up the key and walked along the aisle to the guest room area.

Seeing that the other party had left, the waiter glanced at the contents of the registration book. His name was Gong Zizai, his age was 34 years old, his native place was Northeast China, his place of origin was Jinling, and his occupation was written as a businessman in electrical appliances.

　　The editing is not outrageous. In the past, an old man with a white beard would write the information as a young girl, or a teenage child as a person born in the Guangxu period, which would be troublesome for the patrol room.

The waiter forgot about it after reading this. With so many customers coming and going every day, there was no need to care about a stranger she didn't know. But it wouldn't be long before she regretted thinking this way.

“101,105107.”

Lao Gong counted the room number and walked to the guest room. He did not go in immediately but listened at the door opposite and next door. After a few minutes, he confirmed that no one was inside, and then opened the door with the key.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, including a wooden bed with several quilts, a washbasin stand, and two hot water bottles. The sunny window faces the main road outside, with an unobstructed view.

He showed a satisfied smile after walking around in a circle. The location of this place is good. If someone approaches, you can clearly see it. If you encounter danger, just break the window and escape to other places.

Prosperity and wealth are important.

Life is more important.

Lao Gong opened the window halfway and lit a cigarette in front of the window. He didn't do anything extra. He just stood there and finished the cigarette. Then he put out the cigarette **** and closed the window.

If you want to survive, you have to use your brain more. Director Xu just wants to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers and tigers. No one will care about the life or death of a traitor until important figures in the Shanghai Central Bureau are targeted.

So the people at the agent headquarters will definitely be hiding far away. The action just now is enough for the other party to identify their room. If the support arrives a second earlier, it may be the difference between life and death.

“In the early morning, the widow stayed up all night, and her embroidered pillow and brocade quilt were half idle~”

Lao Gong was lying on his back on the bed, humming an indistinct Kanto song. His mind was filled with thoughts of the life of debauchery in the future, and he had not slept all night, so he fell asleep unknowingly.

He slept comfortably, and the Luoma who monitored the area was very busy. After all, this place was not under the direct jurisdiction of the government, and many things were troublesome to do. For example, it was difficult to establish surveillance points.

If you want to borrow a house in the concession, no document is as useful as banknotes. It depends on the mood of the landlord. If you encounter someone who is easy to talk to, just take the money and leave, and if you encounter someone who is not easy to talk to, just ignore him.

In order to find a suitable spot around the Baoji Hotel, he worked hard, and finally moved a house away with threats and threats, and quickly set up telephone lines and observation equipment.

“Come and observe the intersection.”

“Take the people to watch the back door.”

In the chaotic surveillance point, Luoma was gesticulating and assigning tasks, trying not to miss a single detail. Xu Enzeng who was watching on the side nodded repeatedly. The work must be so meticulous.

Seeing that his boss was in a good mood, Shi Zhenmei took the opportunity to report: "Report, according to your order, I have asked everyone not to act rashly no matter what happens, and to keep an eye on suspicious persons with all their strength."

"Well, keep this in mind. Before you find the informant, you must not arrest people on the concession's territory. Who knows how many underground party members there are in the patrol house, the Ministry of Industry Bureau and the public board of directors."

Xu Enzeng clasped his hands behind his back and continued: "In addition, you also heard the recording. The dissident on the phone said that a big shot wanted to meet Gong Zizai, and that he should try his best to follow the person to the agency's location. This way, the relevant suspects were fixed, and they waited until they left the concession to look for opportunities. Capture them, and those who can be persuaded to surrender will be developed into inside cells. As the second phase of the white blood cell plan, those who are unwilling to surrender will be executed. "

Under successive blows, he has given up his plan to complete the victory in one battle and decided to start with the clues given by Gong Zizai and dig, investigate and destroy the underground party intelligence network step by step.

After all, Xu Enzeng is a top student who has studied abroad. He can't always forget about food and not fights. He was just dizzy with anxiety before, but now he has regained his senses and naturally knows what to do to benefit the task.

Thank God, God bless.

Shi Zhenmei wanted to kneel down and kowtow to the gods and Buddhas all over the sky. It was good that her department director finally figured it out. Otherwise, without a clear attitude from above, the people working below would be at a loss.

You have your plans, and I have my preparations. In the end, everyone just goes his own way. After fighting the underground party for so many years, he knows very well that unity of thought is the guarantee of combat effectiveness.

Thinking of this, Shi Zhenmei said sincerely for the first time: "High, really high. By avoiding the constraints of the concession, the success rate of the operation has increased by a few points. Director, you are really clever."

“Haha, passed, passed.”

Xu Enzeng's eyes turned into slits with laughter and he waved his hand: "Zhenmei, why don't you give me the ecstasy soup? Let's go and see what Gong Zizai is doing. Why has there been no movement for so long?"

“Yes, Director.”

Hearing this, Shi Zhenmei took half a step back and bowed slightly, acting extremely respectful. As long as he could stabilize the other person and get through this time safely, let alone flatter him a few times, he would be treated as a grandson.

After finishing speaking, he followed Xu Enzeng to the surveillance gate and observed the Baoji Hotel in the distance from morning till dark. Just when the agents started to worry, the window opened again.

Old Gong smoked another cigarette at the window and reported to the secret service headquarters that he was safe. At the same time, he felt a little nervous. He didn't expect that he slept until the afternoon and the superior he had agreed to meet with still hadn't come over.

Have you found yourself a traitor and stopped coming?

Or is there someone secretly observing in the dark?

He thought about it and felt that the first possibility was unlikely. If the underground party knew about this, they would meet as quickly as possible with the purpose of killing people and silencing them. There is no doubt about this.

The identity of the alarm officer is very important. He is familiar with the appearance of many upper-level and lower-level personnel, and knows the dead mailbox and emergency contact channels. If this information falls into the hands of the Fruit Party, it will be very dangerous.

That's the second point. With the failure of early warning and the arrest of important personnel, the other party must have suspicions. Long-term investigation is a common method of screening. It seems that I am safe for the time being.

“Gulu~Gulu.”

Lao Gong confirmed the situation, his tense nerves relaxed, and his stomach growled twice. Only then did he realize that he had not eaten for a day, so he opened the door and walked to the counter and said to the waiter.

“Please order me a bowl of noodles.”

　　After ordering the meal, he immediately returned to his room. The lobby was located in the middle of the hotel and was not in the sight of the secret service headquarters. Once he was entangled by the underground party, it would really be a disaster.

The two waiters who were reading the pictorial rolled their eyes and pushed each other for a long time. Finally, one of them went to the restaurant to buy noodles and brought them to room 107. As soon as they came out and sat down, three strangers suddenly came.

"Hello, I'm from Jinling. I would like to know if Mr. Gong, who is also from Jinling, is staying in your hotel today. I am his distant relative and came here to pick him up."

The waiter was about to ask the visitor to register as required. The leader of the other party, a man with a mouth, was the first to ask. He had a faint smile on his face as he spoke, and he looked very friendly.

“Oh, he lives in 107.”

Looking for relatives is a normal thing in a hotel. It can be said that you encounter it every day. The waiter who was unaware immediately gave a positive answer. After all, she had just given a visit to the guest Gong Zizai.

Kouzihu got the specific room number and winked at the two people behind him. One was slightly younger and stayed in the hall, while the other followed him straight to guest room No. 107.

The two waiters felt something was wrong. They stood up to ask what was going on, but the next second they sat back with their hands raised in the air. This is what smart people would do when faced with the black muzzle of a gun.

“Tum thump, thump thump, thump thump thump.”

Kouzihu came outside the room, raised his hand and knocked on the room rhythmically, then he and his companions pulled out pistols from their waists, leaned against the wall in a fighting posture, and listened intently to the movement.

Lao Gong in the house was overjoyed. His superiors were here, and good days were ahead of him. He quickly suppressed his excitement, straightened his clothes, pretended to be calm and calm, and slowly walked to the door and opened it.

“Bang bang bang bang!”

The moment he opened the door, the two men outside the door raised their guns and fired four shots with expressionless faces. Then they turned around and left without any hesitation. At this time, the traitor's body fell heavily.

(End of this chapter)

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