In the office of the Director of the Military Command Headquarters, the agent presented a series of photos of the following and secretly taking pictures with both hands. Director Mao looked at Jiang Hailong and drank happily in a high-end hotel. He stared at the dancer in a stunning manner in the military club, with lipstick printed on his face.
He looked like a bohemian, couldn't help laughing out loud, and said meaningfully: "Well, this is a bit like our people, not like Communists."
He reported the analysis results to Boss Dai. Boss Dai breathed a little relieved when he looked at the report and photos. He did not dare to be careless about the person the chairman wanted to meet. If he recommended the wrong person, he would shoot himself in the foot.
We played until late at night and had a lot of wine. Everyone was sleeping soundly in the morning. Jiang Hailong took advantage of the thick fog and sneaked out of the hotel gate with a few plainclothes agents.
There are many cities in China called mountain cities, and the only one called Wudu is Chongqing. This is because Chongqing (Qing) is located in the Sichuan Basin and is located at the confluence of the Yangtze River and the Jialing River. The water vapor source is quite abundant, the air humidity is high, and there are mountains around it.
Pingzhi, the wind is weak, the temperature difference between day and night is large, and the cold air in the mountains on the edge of the basin will sink along the hillside, which will cause the air on the ground to cool down, resulting in the ability of the air to accommodate water vapor in the air to continue to decrease, and the excess water vapor will condense.
Made into fog.
Jiang Hailong got rid of the military commander's eyes and ears, but did not escape the sight of the special high school class.
When he was walking in the thick fog and was worried about not being able to get a taxi, a rickshaw slowly stopped beside him. He got into the car and said to the coachman with a felt hat: "No. 13, Hongyan Village, Yuzhong District." The coachman nodded.
He pulled up the car and ran away. Ten meters away from a cigarette stall, the coachman stopped the car and said he wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes. Jiang Hailong closed his eyes and pretended to be dozing off and ignored him. He used his ears to hear the coachman say to the stall owner in Japanese:
"No. 13, Hongyan Village, Yuzhong District."
After the coachman came back, he greeted Jiang Hailong. Seeing that there was no reaction, he continued to pull the cart, but the speed was much slower than before. As soon as they left, the owner of the cigarette stall quickly closed the stall, ran to a nearby hut, and closed the door.
, move the radio from the mezzanine on the wall and start sending newspapers.
Hiroki Tohara was ecstatic when he received the news. No. 13, Yuzhong District, is the Eighth Route Army Office. It can kill two birds with one stone. It not only completes the mission, but also throws dirty water on the Eighth Route Army to disagree with them*
The relationship between the Qing elements. He immediately ordered the agent Songzhu to drive to the destination quickly. He could not use a sniper rifle in the thick fog. He decided to use a knife to solve the target, which would make it even more unknowingly. The failure of the No. 1 plan lost many agents.
He brought not many people. The agents disguised as coachmen and Songzhu were both fighting masters who were good at using swords. They should be more than enough to deal with an unprepared Chinese.
The rickshaw driver was walking slowly while pulling the car, looking back at the dozing passengers from time to time. When he arrived at a secluded place, Jiang Hailong slapped the car frame and said, "Stop the car, I want to go down." He casually put his bag in the car.
Get on, wait until the car stops and gets into the woods on the side of the road.
The coachman waited anxiously for a long time, but looked around and still couldn't help but pull out the hidden dagger from the handlebars and tiptoed into the woods. The fog was covered in the woods, and his vision was only a few meters. The coachman was dizzy in the forest. Suddenly,
Hearing a summoning behind him, he turned around suddenly, and Jiang Hailong's mud hit his eyes. The coachman expected that his identity was exposed, and he squinted his eyes and quickly took action, waving a sword light.
The sword technique of the Japanese agent disguised as a coachman is really good. A dagger dances with both attack and defense, both up and down, left and right, fast and powerful, and has the potential to overcome obstacles.
Unfortunately, he met Jiang Hailong, and his eyes were first plotted against, tears and mud flowed all over his face, and even the figure could not see clearly. The agile Jiang Hailong fur was hurt.
Jiang Hailong was too lazy to get involved with him, so he knocked off the dagger with a thick stick, and shoveled his lower abdomen with his left leg, flew up and kicked his temple with his right foot, and put the Japanese agent disguised as a coachman to the ground. Jiang Hailong used him
The tried-and-tested legs of the mandarin duck.
He changed his clothes with the unconscious Japanese agent, cut his hands and tied his hands and feet with his belt, carried it to the car, pinched his jawbone, stuffed it into his mouth with a ball of car wipe rag. He put on felt himself
He dragged his rickshaw and ran. He checked the map of Chongqing (Qing) in detail in advance and knew that there was only one path leading from here to the Eighth Route Army Office. After walking the path and entering the highway, it was two kilometers away.
When he was about to reach the end of the trail, Jiang Hailong slowed down. He saw a jeep parked at the intersection of the trail and the road. A strong man next to him was staring at the rickshaw. There was no one else on the jeep. Jiang Hailong felt it intuition.
He was not good and stopped twenty meters away from the Jeep.
The strong man next to the jeep was Song Zhun, a special agent of the Special High School. Song Zhun saw that the rickshaw suddenly stopped and was so anxious that he hurriedly called the driver over. Jiang Hailong heard the Japanese accent from Song Zhun's stiff Chinese. He sat on the handlebar and tightened his whole body.
After the muscles were ready to avoid bullets, they lowered the brim of the cap and pointed at the passengers in the car. Although he could speak fluent Japanese, he was afraid that the two Japanese were very familiar with each other, so he could hear the flaws from his voice, so he didn't speak.
The Japanese agent who was thrown on the seat of the car after several bumps, had just woken up after several bumps, his hands and feet were tied, and he had a rag stuffed in his mouth. He could only hum and struggle hard on the seat.
Seeing this, Songzhu thought the task was done. He cheered and grabbed the fake coachman's hair to see his face clearly. The fake coachman looked muddy and watery. When he saw Songzhu, he shook his head and frowned and made him hint. Songzhu became even more difficult to identify. He mistakenly thought that the enemy was not honest, and slapped him on the head and pressed him.
He tried to move further when he was caught by Jiang Hailong, unexpectedly slashed his carotid artery with a palm. His eyes turned black and he fainted.
Jiang Hailong tied the pine bamboos to a strong extent, dragged a Japanese man in one hand, stuffed them into the gap between the front and rear seats of the jeep, and drove straight to the Eighth Route Army Office.