In the guard room of the Ministry of National Defense, Zhao Minggui and Huang Fenglin stood head to head, leaning over the map and marking Zhang Yalan's whereabouts on the map with a pencil.【】
A low voice came from the walkie-talkie next to him: "Group six reported that the target is now turning into Longyun Street...Group seven reported that the target is heading east along Longyun Street..."
Zhao Minggui and Huang Fenglin discussed in a low voice and judged Zhang Yalan's direction of travel. He used the walkie-talkie to call the eighth group and the ninth group to the front of Longyun Street.
The walkie-talkie suddenly reported: "The target entered a pharmacy, which is open at night..."
Zhao Minggui immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Group six, group seven, observe carefully and monitor closely."
Zhao Minggui raised his head and saw Huang Fenglin's alert gaze. He reached for the phone and said, "Archives Office, please tell Director Qian that we need all the information on the night-time pharmacies on Longyun Street. Yes, we need it immediately, fast!"
The lights in the small drugstore on Longyun Street were dim, and the store owner wearing glasses leaned over the counter and read a newspaper. He slowly raised his head and looked outside the store door.
Zhang Yalan quietly walked into the pharmacy and said, "Shopkeeper, do you have any cold medicine?"
The shop owner said: "Yes, please ask, madam, where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Zhang Yalan replied: "I have a headache, is there any medicine that will work quickly?"
The store owner turned around and took a bottle of medicine from the medicine shelf and put it on the counter. "Miss, how about diclofenac? It can reduce fever and relieve headaches."
"Okay, I want this one." Zhang Yalan took out a few bills and put them on the counter, with her lipstick wrapped in the bills, "Boss, is this enough money?"
"That's enough, that's enough." The store owner put the diclofenac in front of Zhang Yalan, then casually put the money and lipstick on the counter under the counter, "Miss, the money is just right, please go slowly."
Zhang Yalan picked up the medicine on the counter, put it in her pocket, turned and left the pharmacy.
She stood at the door of the drugstore and walked casually to both sides. She felt strange in her heart that she hadn't seen anyone following her. This seemed wrong.
She had nothing else to do now but go home.
Zhao Minggui picked up the walkie-talkie and said calmly: "Groups six and seven, stay put and monitor the pharmacy. Pay attention to whether there is a back door. Group eight and nine are in front of Longyun Street, monitoring the target's whereabouts."
In the drugstore, the store owner stood quietly behind the counter, looking at the dark street outside. The silence outside the door made him feel uneasy. He held the lipstick in his hand and turned it gently.
Across the street, the trash cans and the garbage piled around them stank. Several figures pinched their noses and hid behind the trash cans, staring intently at the owner of the pharmacy.
The shop owner stood quietly for a long time, and finally turned around to say hello to the back room.
A sleepy-eyed waiter came out and stood at the counter. The store owner walked into the back room calmly.
The shop owner walked to the front of the back room and continued outside. It was still quiet outside, and there was no movement at all. He put the lipstick in his pocket. He bent down and took out a pistol from under the bed board, and carefully inserted it into his waist. Then he entered
He walked into the kitchen of the house, opened the back door gently, and walked out.
The agent hidden behind the corner led him into the alley and reported to Zhao Minggui in a low voice.
The drugstore owner hurriedly walked in the alley, looking back from time to time. The alley behind him was silent and there was no one. But he felt that danger was approaching, so he quickened his pace.
In the dark corners he passed, behind the trees, there were pairs of eyes watching him and reporting in low voices.
Zhao Minggui looked at Huang Fenglin with a faint smile on his face, "They are moving."
At this time, Zuo Shaoqing was standing inside a broken door. She asked Zhang Yalan to slowly walk past her.
From the walkie-talkie, she could hear all the orders issued by Zhao Minggui that night, and he had already formulated the action plan for tonight. She knew that Zhang Yalan had fallen into Ye Gongjin's trap and was a fish that could not escape. She also guessed what Du Ziyuan was going to pay.
At such a price, a chill gradually rose in her heart. She could only cooperate.
She took the walkie-talkie from Lu Cheng, pressed the switch and asked: "Old Zhao, Zhang Yalan is on her way home. She is almost home. What are you going to do?"
When Zhao Minggui heard Zuo Shaoqing's question, he looked up at Ye Gongjin. He saw Ye Gongjin nodded vigorously to him. He said into the walkie-talkie: "Young Master Zuo, the director ordered to arrest Zhang Yalan, you go ahead."
Zuo Shaoqing turned off the walkie-talkie and raised his head to Lu Cheng. Lu Cheng understood and made a grabbing gesture to the brother behind him.
Two figures emerged from behind the corner and rushed toward Zhang Yalan. They suddenly strangled her neck from behind and threw her to the ground instantly. She was gagged, her hands were twisted behind her back, and she was
Put on handcuffs.
When Zuo Shaoqing came to this process, she said into the walkie-talkie: "Old Zhao, Zhang Yalan has been arrested, it's over."
Ye Gongjin was filled with doubts. He raised his head and saw Zhao Minggui also casting doubtful glances at him. He understood that they were thinking about the same question, and they were all speculating on Zuo Shaoqing's intentions. There was a hint of uneasiness in their hearts.
But they couldn't figure out what made them uneasy.
A special agent quietly entered the guard room and handed a file to Zhao Minggui, "Team Leader Zhao, this was just sent from the archives room. It is the basic situation of the small pharmacy on Longyun Street."
"Is there something wrong with that little pharmacy?"
"No, it's quite innocent to go up there."
"Who's in the store?"
"The shop owner, his wife, their child, and two waiters all live in the house at the back."
Zhao Minggui turned around and asked: "Director, what should I do with that small pharmacy?"
Ye Gongjin nodded, "Take it down and squat down! That's it now."
A few minutes later, several figures quietly approached the small pharmacy. They made gestures to each other in the darkness. They suddenly rushed into the small pharmacy, instantly knocked down the dozing clerk and pushed him to the ground.
The leader of the agents waved his hands and directed the agents to escort the clerk into the back room. He walked around, sat down on the counter, and stood motionless outside.
He raised the walkie-talkie to his mouth and said, "Team Leader Zhao, Team Six reports that the pharmacy has been captured and is on guard."
Zhao Minggui in the security room of the Ministry of National Defense replied: "Very good, keep squatting and detain everyone who enters the door. Group seven, secretly follow the drugstore owner, stay away to avoid being discovered by him. Group eight, group nine, the target is forward.
You go over and observe carefully. Mr. Zuo, did you hear clearly?"
Zuo Shaoqing stood at the entrance of the alley, looking at the drugstore owner who was walking alone in the distance, and said: "Listen clearly, I will pay attention."
At this time, the drugstore owner was walking hurriedly in the quiet side street. There were almost no lights on both sides of the street, and it was as dark as hell. The dim street lights stretched his figure longer and longer.
The drugstore owner looked back several times, but he didn't find anyone following him. The humid air hid some kind of danger, which was approaching little by little. He kept holding the lipstick in his hand.
The rumble of a truck came from behind, like rolling thunder in the distance. The drugstore owner turned his head. A truck was speeding from behind him.
The truck stopped beside him, and the driver shouted to him from the car: "Get in the truck, quickly!"
The drugstore owner threw the lipstick in his hand into the car, "Take this! Get out of here! I feel something is wrong. Get out of here!" He slapped the car door and waved vigorously to the driver.
The truck roared and sped away.
The drugstore owner pulled out a pistol from his waist and turned back towards the dark street. He believed that someone must be following him. He pulled the bolt of the gun and cocked it.
Zhao Minggui moved his finger on the map. The truck was speeding along Longyun Street. His finger found a street parallel to Longyun Street, Puhua Temple Street.
He pressed the switch of the walkie-talkie and said, "Young Master Zuo, the target went east along Longyun Street in a truck. Over there, Group 8, Group 9, and Group 10, please pay attention. They all go south to Puhua Temple Street and take the bus eastward."
Go. Hurry, move faster, go east as soon as possible, and wait for my order."
Zuo Shaoqing's voice came from the walkie-talkie, "Ten, ten, go south to Puhua Temple Street, get in the car and head east."
Zhao Minggui continued to shout into the walkie-talkie: "Lao Cheng, Lao Cheng, you take a group of three, four, and five, take the bus to Liuyuan Lane, go east along Liuyuan Lane, and wait for my order."
Liuyuan Lane is another small street parallel to Longyun Street.
The truck driver drove forward along Longyun Street. The driver turned on his reflectors from time to time and looked behind him.
On Liuyuan Lane and Puhua Temple Street, which are parallel to Longyun Street, two convoys were also driving quickly.
The drugstore owner stood in the shadows on the street, watching the direction he came from. He held a pistol against the side of his thigh. If someone was following him, he hoped to be able to resist him.
However, he did not expect that two agents suddenly appeared behind him. They gestured to each other and suddenly rushed forward. One agent strangled his neck, and the other twisted the gun from his hand.
gun. Two more agents rushed forward, threw the drugstore owner to the ground, and handcuffed him.
Zhao Minggui put down the walkie-talkie and turned around to report to Ye Gongjin, "Director, the person who came out of the pharmacy has been arrested."
Zuo Shaoqing's three groups and Cheng Yunfa's three groups drove eastward in a car. They kept following Zhao Minggui's orders, dropping off a group along the way. The agents who got off the car got into the alley and ran towards Longyun Street.
When they reached the street, they hid in the alley and looked into Longyun Street.
The truck finally stopped on the street. The driver got out of the car and looked around. He quickly got into an alley. He crossed the alley and arrived at Puhua Temple Street. Puhua Temple Street was also quiet.
There was no one following him, and there wasn't even a pedestrian on the street. But the air was filled with human danger, making the truck driver nervous. There seemed to be eyes staring at him. He looked around, but there was no one in sight. He pressed against the wall and continued to move forward.
Walk.
Suddenly, two people rushed out from the alley on the north side of the street in front. The two people just popped up, saw the truck driver, and quickly retreated.
The truck driver pulled out a gun from his waist and walked towards the alley. He pointed the gun at the alley, but the alley was short and straight. You could see it all the way to the end, but there was no one there. The driver let go of his left hand and a piece of lipstick fell out.
He fell down and fell into the sewer on the side of the road. He turned around and continued walking forward.
A few minutes later, a private clinic appeared in front of him. A bright red cross was painted on the snow-white door, which was very eye-catching even in the dark night. The driver glanced at the bright red cross, which was his destination for the night. But Hidden
The danger in the darkness made him afraid to go in. He crossed the clinic and kept walking.
At this time, Du Ziyuan was standing in the unlit room upstairs in the clinic. He stood in front of the truck driver and silently followed him as he walked past. His face was stern, watching his comrades walking further and further away.
The truck driver's pace became slower and slower. The danger of darkness also told him that he had nowhere to go.
He turned around and stood motionless among the silent streets.
But no one came, and there was no sound at all. The dim streetlight drew a long shadow behind him. After a few minutes, he raised the pistol and pointed it at his temple.
The sound of gunfire was thrilling in this silent street.
Zuo Shaoqing stood behind the dark corner, looking at the man lying on the road. After a while, she turned back and said: "Lucheng, take someone over. Tonight's operation is over."
