Dragon City, the headquarters of the National Bureau of Statistics.
Su Tianyu left, but Gu Baishun still had to work overtime to provide him with information support.
In the conference room of the Military Department, Gu Baishun held a large tea vat reserved for veteran cadres, pointed at the seven or eight liaison officers and ordered: "Secretly activate the second-level network call password. Secret order, level B at the second area site of the Regional Affairs Section
Intelligence agents, get into a sober state and find out as soon as possible the department that arrested Lu Feng and the current place of detention. If necessary, you can bear the risk of exposing your identity, but you must ensure the safety of your fellow team members and yourself."
"yes!"
Everyone nodded. The liaison officer immediately turned on the computer, logged in to a website or social software that could contact the intelligence agent, and quickly made a secret order call.
These liaison officers actually do not know the detailed information of the military intelligence personnel in each district. They only have secret code books at hand. They are mainly responsible for communication and have no real power themselves.
Gu Baishun is currently the deputy director of the National Bureau of Statistics and concurrently serves as the general director of the Military Department. His personal power is only under that of Su Tianyu, and all the dispatched intelligence agents in the second and third districts are arranged by him.
All in all, Gou Liuzi had thoroughly studied Gu Baishun and almost developed his sinister temperament to the maximum.
While the liaison specialist was calling, Guo Zhengdao came in from the outside and said softly to Gu Baishun: "Tell me, is the bureau chief's brain blocked by the door? Why are you taking the initiative even though you know that the situation in the second district has changed?"
Dive into dangerous places?"
"Zi yo yo!"
Gu Baishun took a sip of tea, bent down and sat on the chair and replied: "Others are not worthy enough, and the Sixth Office will not pay enough attention to it. Lu Feng cannot delay this matter, otherwise no one will be able to save him once he is confirmed to be engaged in espionage activities."
The director came out to put pressure on the other party. After all, there is a canal to protect the body. As long as the other party's brain is not sick, he will definitely not do it. Otherwise, if there is a traffic restriction in Bana City, how many foreign trade companies in the second district will jump up and curse?!
"
Guo Zhengdao bent down and sat down: "Yes, do you think Lu Feng will be clicked?"
"It's hard to say. But what happened to him was the beginning of chaos for the Chinese civil society. The first, second and third districts are all battlefields." Gu Baishun said very accurately: "Let's see, in the next period of time, there will be massacres surrounding these changes.
There will be less.”
Guo Zhengdao nodded.
"Report!"
While the two were talking, a liaison specialist stood up and immediately shouted: "In District 2, the intelligence agent codenamed Qingshan Rabbit responded. He said he understood the order within the bureau and would launch the investigation as quickly as possible."
"Call back, best wishes." Gu Baishun replied while holding a tea cup.
"yes!"
"Report, code name - the intelligence agent of the Third Production Team has responded!"
"Same as above."
"Report, the intelligence agent code-named Du Long has responded!"
"...!" Gu Baishun put down his teacup and was startled, frowning and said: "Damn, this code name is a bit catchy! Call me back and wish you well. The organization has advised me to change the code name. It is recommended to use a sunny and healthier one."
Within about an hour, six secret intelligence agents responded to the call and entered work mode.
…
Late at night, around nine o'clock.
In a coffee shop in Manchester City, a middle-aged man who drives a Chinese leader in a municipal unit is sitting by the window, waiting quietly.
He is a B-level agent of the Bureau of Statistics, a military intelligence soldier codenamed Pangolin. This person has been in District 2 for more than two years. He first started working at Lun Port Pier. Later, after being introduced by someone, he came to District 2 to drive for the leader.
Class B military intelligence agents are generally those who have access to the system or have access to the system. They are directly managed by the leaders of the local site and have a high level of confidentiality.
The pangolin was wearing a very ordinary cheap suit, sitting on a chair, turning his head and looking out the window from time to time.
He was waiting for a friend from the airport ground management department to come over. According to the information released by the upper management, Lu Feng was arrested at the airport. The management department must have received the news in advance, so it was very easy to inquire from this line.
There will probably be a harvest.
Time passed by minute by second, and the time agreed upon by the two of them had passed.
The pangolin felt anxious, looked down at his watch, took out his cell phone, and prepared to contact his friends.
"Squeak!"
Just then, a young couple walked in from outside.
The pangolin glanced at them with his peripheral vision, then looked out the window. He saw two more cars parked outside the alley on the left.
This feeling is very bad! The pangolin looked down at his watch again, and finally chose to pretend to make a call and walked toward the bathroom.
The essence of military intelligence work is actually to walk on the edge of a knife. For an agent who has been dormant for a long time, it is also very taboo to suddenly contact the information target, especially this kind of information target that has been identified.
What is Mingpai?
There has been an accident at the airport. At this time, a driver from a municipal unit suddenly contacted someone inside the airport to inquire about the situation. This is very suspicious in itself, even if the two parties are friends.
But there was nothing we could do about it. The higher-ups wanted information too urgently, so Pangolin could only use the fastest speed to make it effective.
However, when walking to the bathroom, Pangolin still felt a little regretful. He looked up at the sign in the corridor and saw the English sign for the back door exit.
"Whoosh!"
The pangolin put his right hand in his pocket, quickened his pace, and headed straight for the back door.
"Tap!"
Immediately afterwards, rapid footsteps came from the entrance to the back corridor.
Without thinking, the pangolin took a step and ran wildly. At the same time, he saw from the corner of his eye that the young couple and four strong men were chasing behind him.
"stop!"
"Don't move, or you'll shoot!"
"...!"
There were shouts from behind, and the pangolin knocked open a lot of glove boxes, staggered out of the narrow corridor, and came to the iron door at the back of the coffee shop.
"Squeak!"
The door opened, and just as the pangolin was about to rush out, he saw two men wearing sportswear and peaked caps. One of them was holding a Remington spray gun in his hand, and they were looking at him with squinting eyes.
The pangolin was stunned, thinking that they were local military intelligence personnel, and instinctively raised its arms to shoot.
"You go over there."
At this moment, the two of them moved out of the way.
The pangolin paused and rushed out.
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
The two fired the bolts of their guns at the same time and pointed their guns at the narrow corridor.
"boom!"
"Wow!"
"boom!"
"...!"
The sound of gunshots rang out in the dark night, and blood mist rose in the corridor. The six six agents who were caught off guard were beaten to a bloody pulp by Remington, and their bodies fell to the ground with multiple pieces in pieces.
The pangolin was confused.
After the two hugged each other, they turned around and left, very neatly.
"You...are you from the operations department of the bureau?" Pangolin thought he had met one of his own, so he raised his head and asked.
Next to an off-road vehicle with a license plate covered, a thin young man with a peaked cap on his head raised his head and shouted at the pangolin: "There are only six of them here. If you are exposed, go back to your hometown directly. And
…!”
"What?" the pangolin asked.
"Tell Bureau Su that your old friend saved his man's life and he owes us a favor." After the young man finished speaking, he pulled the door open and sat in. He waved his hands lightly and shouted, "Goodbye."
What old friend?
What favor?
The strongest agent, the pangolin, is also confused.