Standing on the roadside was a young policeman wearing a black police uniform. He seemed to be in a daze and seemed to be feeling emotional.
His name is Zhang Yong, and as his name suggests, he is mediocre. He has no special skills and is just ordinary.
He was silently looking at everyone passing by.
It seems that he is looking for something.
It seemed like nothing was found.
Did he come back from later generations with a game system: Command and Conquer.
A very old game. Build a base. Collect resources. Explode troops. Draw A.
Question No, there is no war now!
Therefore, the only useful thing is the radar map. But the scanning radius is only 100 meters.
If there is an enemy 100 meters away, it will be displayed.
That enemy is very clear. It is Yue himself.
No matter how the wrong party pretends to be.
suddenly……
Zhang Yong's eyes narrowed.
He focused on a rickshaw driver. Because the radar map showed that the rickshaw driver was not Yue himself.
How strange that a rickshaw driver is not Yue himself?
The key is that he is very attracted to an officer of the national army. Does his military rank seem to be major?
It feels good somewhere.
Followed behind calmly.
In his spare time, the taxi driver stopped near the security headquarters.
The major officer drove his rickshaw into the garrison headquarters. The rickshaw driver immediately returned with an empty rickshaw and stopped soliciting customers.
Whether it was during duty hours or not, someone arrived at the gate of the security headquarters. No one left. There was no business with the rickshaw. Is it normal to return empty? Zhang Yong didn't feel anything unusual either.
It wasn't until he followed the rickshaw driver back to an alley that he pushed the rickshaw driver back home. He didn't go out for a long time. The rickshaw was also pulled back home. That felt good. I'm not doing business anymore? Isn't it peak time now?
Period!
In the later generations of online car-hailing, at that time, it was hard to do anything but increase prices temporarily and make huge profits. I didn’t make any money? I hid at home? Not bad. Not bad. Very good…
Suddenly I felt someone tapping my shoulder.
At the same time, I felt something pressing against my back.
He turned around in shock.
I saw a vulture's face.
He has triangular eyes and deep-set eye sockets. He doesn’t look like a good person at first glance.
"what……"
"Want to die?"
"he……"
Zhang Yong tried to struggle, but then broke into a cold sweat.
He suddenly realized what he was holding against his back. Was it a gun? Was it the barrel of a gun?
faint……
He was held at gunpoint.
Countless cocoa, shooting, torture, water prison, soldering iron... flashed through my mind.
I felt hot in my crotch and almost became incontinent.
"I, 伱, don't, don't..." His voice was trembling. His whole body was shaking. He was frightened.
Being pointed at a gun!
The identity of the wrong party is unknown.
Fortunately, there are no marks on the radar map, which means it is not Yue himself.
He couldn't even imagine if Yue himself was the wrong party...
"What am I doing there?"
"Start, keep an eye on..."
"Who are you looking at?"
"One, one, rickshaw driver..."
"Why are you staring at him?"
"Strange, strange..."
Zhang Yong was very nervous.
He knew his life was at stake.
If you are wrong, just pull the trigger...
No, there is no need to pull the trigger. Just gently pull the knife on his neck...
Can the swimmer break his fragile neck directly...
The swimmer stabs his heart with a knife...
In movies and TV dramas, are there really too many tricks to plot someone to kill? It’s so scary...
"Boy, are they going to do what the Secret Service does?"
"Ah, ah, ah..."
Zhang Yong suddenly turned red.
That time, I couldn't hold it in anymore. My crotch was really hot and I peed.
Lixingshe Secret Service!
Military command...
Boss Dai...
I actually met the most terrifying gang of plague gods.
No wonder I am so scared. Who is not scared?
He really doesn't want to die...
"What? Are you scared?"
"he……"
"Say. What am I doing here?"
"That rickshaw driver is not Yue himself. He just took a national army officer to the security headquarters and then went home. He stopped doing business. He felt suspicious. So he just wanted to see what happened..."
"How do I know whether the rickshaw driver is Yue himself?"
"He is not the moon himself. Absolutely not. He is the moon himself and has a special sense of smell."
Zhang Yong affirmed his judgment.
No, the judgment based on the radar map should not be wrong.
That rickshaw driver was definitely Fei Yue himself.
Must be in person.
If he is standing on the edge of a cliff of ten thousand meters, he will fall to the east at any time, his body will be shattered into pieces, and he will never be able to survive again.
When he heard the words Lixingshe Secret Service, he knew that something was serious.
What does Lixingshe do?
Are you sure you want to catch moon spies?
He is keeping an eye on the rickshaw driver, and Lixingshe must be keeping an eye on him too.
Once he is regarded as Yue's accomplice, he will be dead.
The Secret Service of Lixingshe will deal with the lunar spies. It will definitely not show mercy. The military commander will be very ruthless when it comes to lunar bandits.
"Where am I from the police?"
"South, South Street Branch..."
"Which one am I in?"
"Wang Zhiqiang, Zhou Baosheng, Tang Wande..."
"Where is the house?"
"No. 73, Food Street..."
"Who's at home?"
"One old lady. Two sisters..."
"How much salary was paid in the month?"
"Seven, seven yuan..."
"Which bank?"
"Central Bank..."
"Is it enough?"
"Buqi..."
Zhang Yong blurted out and immediately felt good.
That question seems meaningless. But I don’t dare to say anything. I answer it honestly.
Really useful.
Seven dollars. Nothing can be done.
Paper money in those days was worthless. Only the ocean was the most popular.
A seven-dollar note is far inferior to the purchasing power of an ocean. I wonder if a small-time cop like him can afford an ocean.
Suddenly I felt a looseness behind my back.
The middle-aged man took away the leg gun.
I suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn't so scared anymore.
"Go and check!" said the middle-aged man with triangular eyes. At the same time, he inserted the leg gun back into his waist.
"No." Someone agreed and Ma Zai left.
Only then did Zhang Yong realize that there were seven men in gray behind him.
They all wore dark gray tunic suits.
Everyone was carrying guns. Among them were two machine guns. Was it like a Yankee Thomson?
Good guy. Using such a powerful weapon. That kind of gun feels like it will be no problem on the battlefield.
"I asked, why did that rickshaw driver go home?"
"I don't know. Anyway, he must be very rich. Otherwise, he will definitely go out and continue to solicit customers. At that time, there are the most customers. One of them can earn several cents."
"So, he is not a normal rickshaw driver, right?"
"He is not himself."
"How can I tell if he is a Yue person?"
"Anyway, he can tell. He can smell their presence."
Zhang Yong insisted.
The old man with triangular eyes did not shut up and smoked silently.
Zhang Yong doesn't smoke, and he is disgusted by the smell of cigarette smoke. But he doesn't dare to move. He doesn't want to provoke the thugs in the society.
The rickshaw driver never came out. Is he sleeping?
Sleeping under a bright red sky means either committing adultery or stealing.
"He was soliciting customers as usual yesterday, but not tomorrow."
"ah?"
Zhang Yong opened his mouth.
So...
At a loss. Don't know how to analyze.
"Actually, they have been watching him for five days. There was nothing unusual in the first four days."
"oh……"
Zhang Yong did not dare to say anything more.
There are many mistakes to be made. If it leads to misunderstanding, then I beg to be sent to enjoy the tiger bench.
He couldn't bear any of the tortures imposed by the military commander.
Fortunately, he is not a spy and has no secrets. Otherwise, Jue Wong would have recruited them all.
"But if they didn't know he was in person before..."
"He is not a real person."
Zhang Yong's voice was weak but very serious.
That thing must be true. The rickshaw driver must be someone else.
If not, he will eat the system.
"It would be interesting if he is really not Yue himself..."
The old man with triangular eyes is talking to himself.
Zhang Yong could hear a deep sense of eeriness from his tone of voice.
very scary……
None of those people asked for their lives.
Even if Fuyue himself fell into their lap, it would definitely be difficult for him.
silence.
wait.
The rickshaw driver never came out.
Time gradually passed by one hour.
Sweat, I was scolded so much. At the beginning of the book, legal tender was not issued. The banknotes mentioned there were not legal tender.