Qi Lin spent a long time in Jiangzhou Yaoguang in the early years, working with cargo on the road every day. He had seen too many old fried dough sticks, so he ignored He Dachuan's compliments and asked with a sneer: "Haha, what kind of name have you heard of me?"

"That's a lot." He Dachuan's face was pale, he sat up and said with his thin skin lips flying up and down: "...Fighting Songjiang, Xialong City, walking northwest, entering Chuan Mansion, you are the troops under your command! I'm not exaggerating at all. In our Zangyuan, I have never heard of Gu Tai'an, but I have never heard of you, the famous ones of you, the Daming of the Division. I have never seen any of them. When I was having sex with Blind Pu and you were in a brigade, you really made a great reputation."

When Qi Lin heard this, he was a little confused. He thought that when the Mixed Brigade participated in the war in the northwest, there were only be beaten, and there were only be beaten. Large-scale deserters appeared in the army, and Qin Yu almost received punishment for this, which made him famous.

Meng Xi frowned and said nothing.

"Really, I'm not an exaggeration at all. Our Xingshan group of people have always regarded you and Commander Qin as the founders of the industry..." The most awesome thing about He Dachuan is that no matter what he says, he won't feel embarrassed or uncomfortable.

Qi Lin was also a little surprised when he looked at him, because although he was well-informed, he had never seen anyone licking this.

"Who is your ancestor? Can the bandits on Xingshan compare with the old Yaoguang in the past?!" The guard was Yaoguang's old man. He cursed unhappily: "When did we snatch it? When did we dare to do anything like you?"

"Yes!" He Dachuan nodded immediately: "How can we bastards compete with Yaoguang's brothers? We don't understand the rules, we just do whatever we want for two dollars, and if we are not careful, we will make things bigger. We are indeed not human... it's time to deal with it..."

"Okay." Qi Lin waved his hand.

He Dachuan immediately shut up.

"What are you going to do about Beifengkou?" Qi Lin asked.

Meng Xi thought for a while and said, "We will get in as we go in as the cousin Xiao Ai."

Qi Lin looked at him: "You keep talking."

"The management inside is so strict and there is abuse, so workers must have been given up for a long time." Meng Xi had obviously thought about it: "Let's think of a way and pretend to be cheated and sneak in."

"The management inside is so strict, how to solve the communication problem? Can you release the message when you get it?" Qi Lin asked.

"We have to wait until we contact us to plan the snake head that sent people to this base." Meng Xi whispered: "We don't understand what the situation is inside. Now we are trying to find a way, and it's all about talking about it on paper and has no practical meaning."

Qi Lin nodded slowly.

"There must be no less people, at least fifty people must be organized, so that it looks like I really have to go over to work." Meng Xi continued: "Old He and I are leading the team. Of course, you can send people to follow the team and follow them."

Qi Lin intervened and looked at him: "Will we be the snake skin that acts as the middleman? Or should you contact us?"

"It's better for us." Meng Xi said without hesitation: "The snake skin that can give people to this military base must have some knowledge of the inside story and is very reliable and dare not rebel. If you intervene now, it will be easy to be found out. If we can't get in, we will not tell you, and it will be easy to alarm the snake."

Qi Lin looked at Meng Xi and thought to himself that this person could talk to him so calmly in such an environment, and he didn't look like a person who had only worked as a company commander before.

Boldness can be born, but the brain and reaction ability cannot be pretended.

...

Military Supervision Bureau Songjiang Station, office building.

Ma Lao Er sat in the reception room, with his hands in his arms, and looked at Yang Cheng.

On the main seat, Yang Cheng was flipping through the funding report, list of public officials, list of managers and other information at Songjiang Station, and asked in a calm tone: "You were absorbed into the Supervision Bureau because you participated in the plan of Attack No. 57?"

"Yes." Ma Lao Er nodded.

"Songjiang Station was established, you will be the webmaster?" Yang Cheng flipped through the documents without any expression on his face.

"yes."

"Your financial statements have a lot of expenses, but they are not clearly recorded." Yang Cheng then asked: "The eight-district civil war, you spent 15 million yuan a month, what are you doing?"

"Collection of military intelligence about District 5, District 8 and District 7." Ma Laoer replied calmly: "There are some information that was purchased on the black market. The finance of Songjiang Station cannot be accounted for, so I remember to be more blurred. But this is the default within the Military Supervision Bureau, and the upper level also approved the note."

Yang Cheng slowly put down the information and looked at Ma Laoer with a sharp look: "Someone inside the Military Supervision Bureau reported you, and he used his power to provide information to other forces."

Ma Lao Er frowned.

"Is this happening?" Yang Cheng intervened and asked.

"No, I have never leaked the information inside the site." Ma Laoer shook his head.

"The list of military personnel at Songjiang Station's deaths is very general. This is not enough. I want all the details of the deaths of the officers..." Yang Cheng always spoke in a calm tone, asking Ma Laoer very sharp questions.

The second Ma Lao Er sat upright like a bell and responded like a stream.

After a full forty minutes, Yang Cheng looked directly at Ma Laoer and said, "Okay, let's get here, you can leave."

"good."

Ma Lao Er got up and left.

Five minutes later, the deputy stationmaster of Songjiang Station entered the room and began to talk to Yang Cheng.

...

outdoor.

Ma Lao Er loosened his collar and walked to the hall and lit a cigarette.

Baojun walked over from the side and whispered: "Second brother, this b looks like he is not a good character to deal with."

"Yes, the person who came was not good." Ma Lao Er took a deep breath of cigarette and replied: "It's not only us that is difficult, but Director Wu's current situation is also worrying!"

While the two were standing in the hall chatting, the remaining officers at major level and above also entered the house in batches and were summoned to talk.

These people were trembling when they entered, but when they came out, they were basically exhausted.

What is the Secret Investigation Office? That is where he can only ask, you say, and you have no right to refute and counter-question.

This is a military intelligence unit in the military intelligence unit, and it is a sharp knife buried by Commander He in the Military Supervision Bureau.

At around twelve o'clock in the evening, Yang Cheng and everyone in the team left the reception room.

The deputy stationmaster of Songjiang Station immediately smiled and said, "Director Yang, it's quite late. Let's have a meal together?"

"I won't eat anymore." Yang Cheng didn't say a word, but just took the people away quickly.

"Hey, what did he ask you?"

"Fuck, what did you say to him?"

"...You really didn't say what happened to the last time you did District 7 information? Fuck, I was so scared. I thought you said it...!"

The officers gathered together and began to discuss in fear.

On the street, inside the car.

Yang Cheng interrupted and said in a plain manner: "Songjiang Station is the most unclean, this is a breakthrough."

"Do you want to move the second son?" asked the co-pilot.

"No, the upper level has explained to him. If Ma Lao Er is sensible and get out of here, then let him go." Yang Cheng frowned and said, "After all, the Sichuan Mansion is getting bigger now, and he is a core veteran. If he forcefully moves him, it will easily anger Qin Yu. This is not good for the upper level layout."

"What if Ma Lao Er doesn't leave?"

"...Then he is looking for death." Yang Cheng replied firmly.

...

Sichuan Mansion.
Chapter completed!