At about two o'clock in the middle of the night, Kong Zhenghui and others quietly came to a coffee shop next to a street in District 2.
At such a late hour, the lights in the cafe were still on. Some customers were sitting inside, some chatting and some working.
Kong Zhenghui did not rush to take action, but sat quietly in the car and waited on the street.
Daliang and the others were sitting in the car, trying hard to organize the firearms in their hands.
Around 3:30 in the evening, the lights in the cafe gradually dimmed.
Daliang was shocked, turned around and said to Kong Zhenghui: "Brother, it's almost done."
Kong Zhenghui looked around. Under the dim street lights, the streets were empty and there were no people.
"Do it."
"good!"
Daliang and his four fierce brothers pulled up their scarves to cover their faces.
"Wow!"
The door of the business car opened suddenly, and five people rushed into the coffee shop very quickly, carrying Remingtons.
"Bang!"
Daliang kicked open the door of the coffee shop, raised the Remington, and shouted at the store manager and waiter: "If you don't want to die, just lie down on the ground!"
"Oh, God, don't shoot!"
Seeing these black muzzles, the store manager and the waiter all lay down on the ground obediently, with their hands behind their backs, their movements very smooth and skillful.
The store manager lay there with a pale face and shouted skillfully: "Please don't hurt us, the money is in the machine at the counter!"
"Go get the money!" Daliang winked at the brother next to him.
Two of them pretended to be robbers, smashed open the cash register at the counter, and grabbed handfuls of banknotes.
"boom!"
Daliang hit him hard on the back with the handle of the gun, and threatened: "Find the surveillance camera! I don't want to cause trouble!"
"I'll take you."
The store manager was very cooperative. He stood up with his hands raised and led Daliang and two other people to the monitoring room at the back.
"It's right here..."
The store manager pointed at a computer in front of him, and Daliang was not polite. With a bang, he knocked the computer unconscious with the butt of his gun.
Then, a brother who knew computers came forward, turned on the computer, and according to the date provided by Liu Dongyu, he pulled out the relevant monitoring, checked it, and copied it to the mobile hard drive.
Daliang also deliberately took out his mobile phone and took a few photos of the people in the picture.
After everything was done, they deleted today's surveillance and repeated the same trick to knock the clerk unconscious before leaving.
…
The group of people moved very quickly, coming and going like the wind. In less than ten minutes, they ran out of the coffee shop and returned to the business car.
This series of processes did not attract anyone's attention, and no one even discovered that this coffee shop had just experienced a robbery.
Before finding Zhang Yuan, in order to avoid alerting the enemy, Kong Zhenghui resorted to robbery to cover up their real purpose. After all, this was on the territory of District 1 and District 2 and could easily be targeted by people from the military intelligence department.
After the car started, Kong Zhenghui immediately asked: "Have you found it?"
"Found it." Daliang made an OK gesture, and at the same time took out his mobile phone and showed the photos he took to Kong Zhenghui.
Kong Zhenghui took a look at the photo, and then showed it to Wei Wei. Liu Dongyu, who was sitting in the last row of the car, looked at it: "Is it him?"
"Yes, yes, that's him!" Liu Dongyu's head was pounding.
Although he successfully obtained the photo, Kong Zhenghui was at an impasse again.
The Kong family is an association. They have a wide network of contacts in the world, and there is no shortage of available people under their command. However, in terms of military intelligence, their capabilities are much weaker, because Kong Zhenghui has never been exposed to this aspect of work from beginning to end.
Now that I have photos, I don’t know how to find Zhang Yuan’s whereabouts.
Kong Zhenghui looked at the photo in his hand, leaning on his chin, lost in thought.
At this time, Daliang, who was sitting next to him, saw his frowning look and couldn't help but come up with an idea: "Brother, it's not easy for you to check someone. Why don't you just call the security department and it's over? Since
This guy is a military intelligence officer, and they might have a record of it."
Kong Zhenghui whispered: "I don't want to find Yu Mingyuan before the matter is investigated clearly."
With that said, he put down the photo and thought for a moment, "Forget it, let's find Tong Hui."
The call was quickly connected, and Zhou Tonghui's somewhat urgent voice rang: "Zhenghui, how are you doing over there? Have you found anything?"
"I found some." Kong Zhenghui nodded lightly: "However, the clues are stuck here now. I need you to help me find someone in the first area."
"Okay, who?" Zhou Tonghui agreed without hesitation.
"People from the military intelligence network, but don't show up yourself." Kong Zhenghui had already thought about the details and told the other party on the phone: "You know many people and have channels. Find other connections to handle this matter. How much will it cost?"
Come and get it, you can bid the price higher, and I’ll send you his photo later.”
Zhou Tonghui replied: "No problem."
Kong Zhenghui felt reassured: "Okay, let me know if you have any news."
Zhou Tonghui's tone was filled with concern, and he reminded: "Be careful over there. If anything happens, don't be too stubborn. You must call me."
"I understand, hang up first."
"Um……"
The two hung up the phone, and Kong Zhenghui leaned on his chair and fell into deep thought again.
…
Dragon City, in the mountains and forests next to a certain crematorium.
After He Yan met with the plastic surgeon, the two went out together first, and then returned here.
Plastic Surgery took out a pack of crumpled cigarettes, raised his hand and gave one to He Yan.
He Yan thought for a while, took the cigarette, and said, "When will you move?"
Plastic Surgery took a deep breath from the cigarette and responded in a low voice: "The perimeter has been controlled. For just one or two days, as long as there is a rumor, we will take action. Just be prepared and use the same group of people."
As he said that, he took out his phone and showed it to him: "Remember, this is the next goal."
He Yan glanced at the photo above, with a hint of shock on his face, and couldn't help but ask: "Are you going to touch him so soon?!"
After plastic surgery, he deleted the photo, put away his phone, and said with a chuckle: "Haha, Su Tianyu is not dead, and he may jump out to take charge of the overall situation at any time, so those of us at the helm must constantly adjust the direction."
He Yan was smoking a cigarette, looking at the plastic surgery face with concern, and suddenly asked: "After this job, can I leave?"
"That's right." Plastic Surgery replied with certainty.
Hearing this, He Yan said nothing, just nodded slowly, sat in the cold wind and continued to smoke.
After a long time, he looked at He Yan with a plastic surgery face and whispered: "Don't worry, I'm different from them, I won't play dirty."