Zuo Shaoqing was very surprised when she received Zhang Bowei's call. This was the first time Zhang Bowei called her office. She vaguely heard from Zhang Bowei's intermittent and urgent tone that he seemed to be
This was done deliberately, implying fear and asking for help. This made Zuo Shaoqing feel in danger.
"Young team leader, young team leader?" Zhang Bowei said on the phone, "I...I am Zhang Bowei. Are you...is it convenient for you to speak?"
Zuo Shaoqing knew that his phone was being monitored, so he asked calmly: "Mr. Zhang, what's the matter?"
"I...I think there is something...there is something I should tell you...I...I'm not sure."
"Mr. Zhang, just say whatever you want, it doesn't matter." Zuo Shaoqing felt the danger. She gathered all her energy and wanted to feel what kind of danger it was from Zhang Boyei's tone.
"There was a man...who suffered a gunshot wound. He said...he said he was robbed last night. I think this matter...should be told to you. Young Team Leader, should I...should tell you?
…?”
"Mr. Zhang, you should tell me. Tell me, where is he? Now."
"At...a friend of mine's house. He lives...at No. 9, Nanfu Lane. Go in and go east. No. 11 is...the third door on the east side. Young team leader, I think that person...may be
One...maybe one..."
Zuo Shaoqing was really alert at this time. Zhang Bowei spoke in a tone of reporting a crime, and according to what he said, this person seemed to be a communist. The weirdness of this incident made him
Zuo Shaoqing's eyes became sharp. She said simply: "Mr. Zhang, I understand. I'll go over right away. You wait."
Zuo Shaoqing put down the phone and called Lucheng back, asking him to call his two brothers, "Hurry up and follow me."
Five minutes later, a monitor from a group of monitoring rooms quickly ran to Cheng Yunfa's office with a recording in his hand and said, "Team Leader Cheng, this is what we just monitored. It was Zhang Bowei who gave it to the left group."
A long phone call.”
The tape was loaded on the recorder, and Uncle Zhang's stuttering voice soon sounded in the office.
You Shaoqing reacted quickly and immediately understood what was going on. She said: "Old Cheng, this is delivered to your door. You report it to the director, and I will take someone over now. What is going on."
At this time, Uncle Zhang tried his best to control his nervousness in order to finish the phone call. He carried the trauma medicine he bought and hurried back. At this time, he clearly noticed that there was indeed a spy following him.
At this time, Uncle Zhang was extremely worried about the fifty-eight money orders. This was a huge amount of money, which was related to the success of the arms transaction. He understood the fear in Zhao Guang's eyes at the first sight, and he was also worried.
These fifty-eight bills of exchange. He knew in his heart that if he was following a spy, and if Huang Fenglin was also a spy, then only Zuo Shaoqing could control the situation.
He returned to Huang Fenglin's house and put the medicine on the table.
Huang Fenglin looked at him carefully, "Mr. Zhang, have you thought of anything?"
Zhang Bowei turned around and said, "Mr. Huang, don't be anxious. Give this gentleman some medicine first. He's bleeding too much."
When they finished bandaging Zhao Guang's wound, there was a rapid knock on the door. Uncle Zhang opened the door.
Lucheng and two secret agents walked in with guns raised and said sternly: "Don't move, raise your hands, let me see your hands."
Behind him, Zuo Shaoqing walked in with a gloomy face, looking at everyone in the room. She said: "Search them, handcuff them, and squat in the corner!"
One agent searched Huang Fenglin, then handcuffed him, and he squatted against the wall. Another agent searched Zhao Guang, and also handcuffed him.
Huang Fenglin glared at Zhang Bowei, "Mr. Zhang, what are you, what are you..."
Zhang Bowei whispered: "Mr. Huang, I'm sorry, I can only do this, it will save you trouble."
Lucheng shouted: "Don't talk!"
Zuo Shaoqing sat down on a chair and looked at everyone in the room silently. Zhang Bowei actually called her and spoke to her in the tone of a secret agent reporting a crime, indicating that the problem here must be serious.
.She tried her best to guess what was going on here.
She really wanted to call Zhang Bowei outside the door alone and ask about the situation carefully. But she couldn't do this. There must be a reason for Zhang Bowei's fear and request for help. So, what is the reason?
She first turned to Zhao Guang, who was lying on the sofa. It was clear at a glance that this man was seriously injured. Robbery? The person who robbed the Tao would actually shoot? This surprised her. In Nanjing, there was no such thing as robbery.
The shooter. She stared at Zhao Guang, "What's your name, your occupation, what's going on?"
Zhao Guang said with some difficulty: "My surname is Zhao, Zhao Guang, a company employee. Last night, when I came home from get off work, I was walking on the street when several people tried to rob me, so I ran away. They shot me from behind.
Later, this Mr. Huang saved me. I couldn't walk, so he brought me here."
"How do you know it's a robbery?" Zuo Shaoqing stared at him coldly.
"They, they stood on the side of the road, waiting for me to walk by. Then I turned around and ran."
"Do you have any money on you?"
Zhao Guang paused and whispered: "No money."
"Why are you running if you don't have money!"
Zhao Guang's voice lowered, "I'm scared."
Zhang Bowei looked at Zhao Guang carefully. When he heard him say "no money", he was a little surprised. When he turned around, he saw Huang Fenglin staring at him. Huang Fenglin's eyes made him deeply uneasy. What he was worried about now was letting go.
The leather bag next to the sofa, and the money order in the bag.
Zuo Shaoqing moved his chair and turned to Huang Fenglin, "You, who are you?"
Huang Fenglin stuttered: "I...my surname is Huang, Huang Fenglin. I am a friend of Mr. Zhang, and we do business together. Last night, I...went home and was walking to the front... not far away, I heard
The gunshot fired, and I was frightened. I saw this man falling to the ground. I was...I was quite scared at the time, so I dragged this man and hid...hiding behind the trash can, and then...
He took it home."
Zuo Shaoqing stared at him calmly. This man made her suspicious. His stuttering was unnatural, and he looked flustered when he came up, but his eyes showed calmness and alertness. Zuo Shaoqing weighed in her mind, there are two people in this room.
One person was seriously injured, and the other was this Huang Fenglin. Uncle Zhang called her, and his fear and request for help should be because of this person. So, is this Huang Fenglin really a businessman?
Zuo Shaoqing felt that the situation in front of her was unclear and she could not act hastily. She needed time to observe and consider and avoid being passive. She turned back to Lu Cheng and said: "Close the door and be on guard. We will wait here."
The room became quiet. The door was closed, and a secret agent sat in front, observing the outside. Everyone else found a place to sit down. Zhang Bowei also sat cross-legged on the ground.
At this time, You Shaoqing also led people to Nanfu Alley. But she didn't want to rush in rashly. She wanted to say it again. She sent people to guard both ends of the street, while she led two people into Nanfu Alley.
In the small teahouse opposite the No. 1, I sat down at the table. Then I motioned for one of my subordinates to go into the yard and take a look.
She did not notice that there was also a newspaper man sitting in the teahouse. He was Huang Fenglin's subordinate and the man who followed Zhang Boyei.
The special agent who entered the hospital for observation came back and reported in a low voice to You Shaoqing that the curtains were drawn on the door of No. 11 and the situation inside was unknown. After listening outside the door, there was no movement inside.
You Shaoqing judged from the time that her sister should have arrived and was in the house. There was no movement in the house. So, was she waiting in the pit? Why?
In Huang Fenglin's room, the agent in front of him reported to Zuo Shaoqing in a low voice, saying that a group of people were watching outside the door just now, and now they went out again. Zuo Shaoqing nodded. She understood that Zhang Bowei's phone number had been
Being monitored by a group, her sister had already brought someone here. However, she did not come in. In this way, she could not act rashly. She wanted to find out what was going on in this room as much as possible.
Another thing that neither Zuo Shaoqing nor You Shaoqing knew was that Xiao Zheng, Lao Li's security squad leader, had learned that Zhao Guang was at No. 9 Nanfu Lane, so he took his three guards to Nanfu.
Lane. Their purpose was simple, to wait for an opportunity to kidnap Zhao Guang. They did not see Zuo Shaoqing leading anyone in, but they noticed that You Shaoqing came with someone and waited outside No. 9, Nanfu Lane.
In this way, they did not dare to act rashly, but scattered and hid around, continuing to look for opportunities.
Another group of people also arrived at No. 9 Nanfu Lane. Li Lin followed Du Ziyuan's order and came with two people. They were also looking for opportunities. Li Lin quickly noticed that some people entered No. 9
In the teahouse opposite, in his judgment, these people were spies. He suspected that the spies were setting up an ambush. In this case, he could not act rashly. He stood in the far corner and looked this way.
At this time, Li Lin noticed a postman on a bicycle staggering into Nanfu Lane. He felt that this was an opportunity.
A few minutes later, You Shaoqing, who was sitting in the teahouse, also noticed the postman. She tilted her chin to an agent beside her and motioned for him to follow.
Li Lin carried the mail bag and got off the car in front of Gate No. 9. He leaned his bicycle against the wall, held a stack of letters in his hand, and walked in unsteadily, muttering, "No. 11, No. 11."
"He walked to door No. 11 and knocked on the door.
The door opened immediately. The person inside the door stretched out his arm and pulled him into the room. Two guns were pressed against his temples. This situation was clearly known to the agents who followed him.
Li Lin held up the letter in his hand and kept saying: "I am the one who delivers the letter, I am the one who delivers the letter."
But the spy in the room didn't listen to his explanation. He snatched the parcel from his shoulder and threw it on the table. Then he made him squat by the wall and yelled: "Don't talk!"
It's very hot in the room. The morning sun has already hung high in the sky, and the heat continues to rise. The room is not big, the door is closed, and there are many people crowded in. The air is turbid and stuffy. Everyone's face is shiny.
Oops, someone picked up a newspaper and fanned themselves.
Zuo Shaoqing sat motionless, thinking and observing the people in the room. She accidentally noticed that Zhang Bowei glanced at the leather bag on the ground from time to time. She pointed at the bag and asked, "Whose bag is this?" She turned to Huang Fenglin.
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Huang Fenglin pointed to Zhao Guang, "Yes, it belongs to this gentleman."
Zuo Shaoqing turned around and motioned to Lucheng, "Check it out."
Lu Cheng walked over, opened the bag, and dumped all the contents on the ground at once. The things in the bag were very messy, including a book, account books, some papers, some daily necessities, pens, keys and other items.
Uncle Zhang sat on the ground and carefully inspected the things on the ground in Lucheng. There should be a hard leather folder in it, a special folder for money orders. But there was not. This situation made him suspicious. He raised his head and glanced at Zhao
Guang. Zhao Guang lay quietly on the sofa, eyes lowered, with no expression on his face.
Zuo Shaoqing still didn't understand what was happening in front of her. She only vaguely noticed that Zhang Bowei was very nervous. Huang Fenglin, who was squatting by the wall, secretly rolled his eyes and looked at everyone in the room. Even the postman squatting next to him asked.
She was doubtful. She began to think about what to do next.
At this time, You Shaoqing, who was sitting in the teahouse opposite, had almost lost his patience. From the analysis of the phone recording, Zhang Bowei should have reported the crime to her sister. Then, after her sister came and arrested someone, she should take the suspect and leave.
, why is she waiting in a pit? What is she doing in the room?
At this time, she was just thinking and did not notice that the person sitting in the corner drinking tea and newspaper paid for the tea and left the teahouse without attracting attention.
The man walked for a while, found a phone, and quietly called Qian Yuhong. He briefly explained the current situation and asked her to tell Director Ye immediately.
After he finished making the call, he walked nearby, and two people immediately gathered around him. They whispered for a while, then dispersed, hiding in the dark, and carefully observing the situation at No. 9 Nanfu Lane.
You Shaoqing, who was sitting in the teahouse, frowned. She finally couldn't bear it anymore. She just wanted to think about what was going on in that room.
She waved her hand and led her men towards Courtyard No. 9. When she was almost in front of the door, she pulled out a gun with a murderous look on her face. Her men also took out guns. They entered the yard together.
