Chapter 240 (Monthly Ticket for Catching Traitors)
Cheng Qianfan took out his pocket watch and looked at the time.
I guess it's almost done.
He picked up his bag, checked his camera, and then slowly closed the office door.
I went downstairs, started my car, and put my bag on the passenger seat.
He got out of the car and smoked, pretending to go back upstairs.
Then I saw a rickshaw pulling Linda past the door.
His expression changed and he cursed.
He quickly got in the car, started the car and drove out of the courtyard.
The place where Peter and the White Russian dancer met was at the Asia Hotel on Father King Road, which was Peter's base.
Cheng Qianfan had already calculated all this.
The car drove slowly and leisurely. He looked in the rearview mirror and kept a few hundred meters ahead of the rickshaw.
As he approached the hotel, he started to accelerate, braked suddenly, and the car stopped in front of the Asia Hotel.
Cheng Qianfan got out of the car, picked up his bag, and rushed into the hotel in a hurry.
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Hotel room 301.
Bang bang bang, Cheng Qianfan knocked on the door hard.
"Who is it?" Pete's angry voice came from inside.
"It's me." Cheng Qianfan shouted.
Peter opened the door and looked at Cheng Qianfan who rushed in, a little confused, "Qianfan, why are you here?"
He said with a weird smile, "Hey, hey, hey, brother, do you also want to..."
Cheng Qianfan was furious and looked at Peter, who was wearing shorts and a white shirt. He was disheveled and said, "What are you thinking about? Linda is here."
Peter's expression changed immediately.
He rushed into the room hurriedly, looking for his pants everywhere.
Cheng Qianfan caught a glimpse of the briefcase on the ground, and he kicked the briefcase to the corner under the bed.
Pete put on his pants in a panic, his eyes looking everywhere.
"What are you looking for?"
"My briefcase."
"It's too late." Cheng Qianfan stomped angrily and handed his car key to Peter, "Hurry up and be careful not to get hit by Linda. Take the stairs on the left."
With that said, he pushed Peter out the door.
As soon as he opened the door, Peter heard the voice of a waiter in the distance and the sound of chaotic footsteps.
The frightened Peter no longer looked for his briefcase and ran madly towards the stairs on the left.
He rushed downstairs, ran outside, started Cheng Qianfan's car, and left as if running away.
…
Cheng Qianfan closed the door and walked into the inner room, where he saw a Belarusian dancer who was obviously "unfinished" lying on the bed and ogling him.
"This gentleman, we have agreed to pay more for one person."
"Scream!" Cheng Qianfan quickly took off his coat and said.
"What?" The Belarusian dancer was stunned.
"Scream!" Cheng Qianfan took out a few French coins from his pocket and threw them on the bed.
The Belarusian dancer opened the quilt, not caring at all that she was exposed, and quickly took away the banknotes, howling like a wolf.
At this moment, there was a violent knock on the door.
Cheng Qianfan did not open the door immediately. Instead, he waited for more than ten seconds before looking furious, holding up his pants and opening the door, "Who is it!"
Then, he was knocked away by the angry Linda and the maid, followed by the helpless waiter.
"Where's Peter?" Linda glanced at Cheng Qianfan, who was disheveled and wearing a belt, and asked directly.
"Pete?" Cheng Qianfan's face was full of embarrassment, anger, and shame. "Pete is in the patrol room. Linda, what are you doing here?"
Linda ignored him and rushed into the room, where she heard a woman's scream.
"Where's Pete?" Linda looked around and asked angrily.
"I told you that Pete was in the patrol room." Cheng Qianfan was also a little angry, looking as if he was furious and embarrassed that his 'adultery' had been discovered.
"No man is good." Linda glared at Cheng Qianfan and left angrily with the maid.
The waiter glanced at Cheng Qianfan with a strange expression.
"Get out!" Cheng Qianfan cursed unhappily and closed the door directly.
…
When I returned to the inner room, I saw this Belarusian dancer posing, "Sir, let's continue."
Cheng Qianfan wiped the sweat from his forehead, glanced at the woman greedily, and finally shook his head and said, "Let's go."
The Belarusian woman will continue to act coquettishly. She knows that this young and handsome man is a senior police officer in the patrol room:
Young, handsome, with status, and most importantly, he doesn't have a wife yet, so he doesn't have to worry about being caught and raped.
For these Belarusian women living in Shanghai, if they can hook up with them, it will be an excellent supporter.
"You are Peter's woman now." Cheng Qianfan grabbed the Belarusian woman's waist, glanced greedily at the waves, and placed a few bills on the woman's chest, "Let's go."
After hearing this, the Belarusian woman understood what the young police officer meant, so she didn't bother her, got dressed, winked at Cheng Qianfan, twisted her waist and left.
…
After the Belarusian woman left, Cheng Qianfan locked the door directly.
He fished out Pete's briefcase from under the bed.
Open it and see that there are several document bags inside.
Cheng Qianfan took out a razor blade, candle, ink pad and camera from his bag.
Carefully open the document bag one by one.
He found the confidential document that Sanbonjiro asked him to steal and quickly took pictures.
Afterwards, the rest of the files were also photographed.
Then, he carefully took out the film shell and put it into the prepared film box for double protection to prevent exposure.
I replaced the film with a new one, and this time I only shot the document requested by Sanbonjiro.
After doing all this, Cheng Qianfan began to carefully complete the finishing work, put the documents back into the document bag, restored the seam seals on the document bag one by one, checked it carefully, and then put the document bag in the original order he had remembered.
Return to the briefcase.
Then put the camera, blades, candles, ink pads and other items in your bag.
Before leaving, Cheng Qianfan stopped. He looked at the table and found a drop of wax oil.
He carefully scraped off the drop of wax oil with a razor blade, then dipped a towel in warm water, wiped it, and rubbed it gently with his fingers to make sure there was no trace left.
After checking the room again and making sure there was nothing wrong, he opened the door and left.
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Cheng Qianfan left Asia Hotel.
He quickly walked to a small alley next door, and Hao Zai was already waiting for him.
Cheng Qianfan handed his bag to Haozi, who packed it in a cloth bag and turned around to leave.
The whole process was completed quickly without any verbal communication between the two people.
Afterwards, Cheng Qianfan did not exit the alley, but continued to walk along the alley, detouring several alleys to make sure that no one was following him and that no one here would know that he was missing a bag. Then he waved for a rickshaw.
"Central Patrol Room."
"Okay, Inspector Cheng, take a seat." The rickshaw driver diligently helped him put down the awning.
Arriving at the central patrol room at No. 22 Xue Huali Road, Cheng Qianfan took a look inside the courtyard, saw his car, and smiled.
He went straight to the office of the deputy squad leader of the investigation team of the Political Department and saw an anxious looking Peter.
"Here you go." Cheng Qianfan handed the briefcase to Peter.
Peter quickly took it and opened the briefcase. He breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw that the documents were all there, in the correct order, and no one had touched them.
"Thank you, thank you, my friend." Peter happily gave a bear hug, "It's all thanks to you this time."