In a foreign language training class, Liu Ziguang was stumbling to learn the Osaka accent from a gentle and beautiful Japanese teacher. The door suddenly opened and Zhao Hui walked in and said, "Sorry, I'll interrupt temporarily."
The teacher nodded, put away the teaching materials and left. This teaching assistant from the People's Liberation Army Foreign Languages School grew up in Kobe, Japan. His Japanese was quite standard, he was fair and well-behaved, and he was very kawaii. Zhao Hui noticed the hand on Liu Ziguang's hand.
There was a series of numbers written in the blank space of the textbook, and he immediately smiled and said: "The progress is going very fast, the QQ number is coming soon."
Liu Ziguang chuckled: "Don't think wrongly, I just want to treat you to a meal to express my gratitude."
Zhao Hui said: "I'm afraid this meal will have to be delayed a little later. I have a business that I need you to handle."
Liu Ziguang asked: "What business is it? How many days will it take?"
Zhao Hui said: "When you go abroad to purchase, you are responsible for the safety of your trip. Someone else will handle the specific business. Here are your passport, air ticket, and visa card. Someone will explain the specific arrangements to you when you arrive in Hong Kong."
Liu Ziguang took the passport and saw that it was actually a Hong Kong Special Administrative Region passport. His alias was Liu Jinrong. The ticket was also a direct flight from the provincial capital to Hong Kong, and the departure time was at ten in the morning, and it is already a quarter past nine."
"It's a bit rushed, but you will get used to this kind of life in the future." Zhao Hui patted Liu Ziguang on the shoulder, led him to the door, got directly into a car, and the driver stepped on the accelerator and left.
There was a briefcase on the back seat of the car. Zhao Hui patted the bag and said, "Some of your belongings are in it. Let's take this time to get familiar with it."
Liu Ziguang opened his briefcase, and inside there was a box of business cards with Liu Jinrong's name printed on it. The company was Hong Kong Onoma Trading Company, and his position was assistant manager. There were some RMB, Hong Kong dollars, Macau Pataca and US dollars, some coins, and company access cards in the wallet. Hong Kong
ID card, and a family photo. Liu Ziguang, who is wearing glasses and a woolen sweater, is cuddling with a woman with obvious Cantonese characteristics. In the middle is a little boy who looks vaguely like Liu Ziguang.
Liu Ziguang was sweating: "Your PS technology is so good. If this photo were to be spread, I wouldn't be able to explain it even with eight mouths."
Zhao Hui chuckled: "This is all trivial. Details determine success or failure. Mr. Jiang likes to say this the most."
The briefcase also contained some company documents, homecoming certificates, bills, hotel invoices, notepads, coins, razors, and an iPhone 4. It looked like the briefcase of a real Hong Kong businessman.
Zhao Hui took out another Longines watch from his pocket and handed it over. The leather strap was slightly worn and looked like it had been worn for many years. "There is a positioning chip on it, remember to wear it at all times."
Liu Ziguang took the watch and put it on immediately, and asked casually: "How to calculate the business trip allowance?"
Zhao Hui burst into laughter: "With so many new colleagues coming in, you are the first one to ask this kind of question. Well, I will tell you that you will be reimbursed in real terms. In addition, there will be a business trip subsidy of 100 US dollars per day. In principle, it is up to the number of days of business trip.
How many days of rest? Of course, this depends on the premise that there is no new business, and you don’t need to work as a field worker. As long as you can get to the place where you are needed within the specified time, no one will care about you even if you go to the end of the world. "
Liu Ziguang said: "I think I'm starting to like this job."
Zhao Hui smiled: "You will be fascinated by this job in the future." But he did not say the second half of the sentence, which was "If you don't die."
We arrived at the airport soon. Before leaving, Zhao Hui said to Liu Ziguang: "I don't think I need to remind you. If something happens, no one will recognize your identity."
Liu Ziguang nodded: "I understand."
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Taking a China Eastern Airlines flight to Hong Kong, the journey was smooth. As soon as we left the airport, the phone rang. After answering the call, Liu Ziguang turned back and found his contact person in the terminal.
This is a young man with a bad look, about thirty years old, with a medium build. He carries the temperament of a cultured man in his movements, and the high myopia on his face does not look fake. After shaking hands with Liu Ziguang, he introduced himself: "
Chen Jinlin.”
"Liu Jinrong."
Chen Jinlin spoke very little, and other than that, the two of them basically had no communication. I don’t know if the name Chen Jinlin is a pseudonym, but at least his pure Mandarin didn’t sound like a Hong Konger.
Chen Jinlin took a ticket to Liu Ziguang. It was a Dragonair flight to Manila. Since the hostage incident in 2010, Hong Kong tour groups rarely went to the Philippines, so the ticket was full price and the boarding time was only half an hour.
back.
In the business class of the Boeing 737, Chen Jinlin fell asleep as soon as he sat down and did not wake up during the entire journey. Looking at his bloodshot eyes, you knew that this poor guy had not slept for at least three days.
When the plane landed at the Manila International Airport, it was already evening. It was a wonderful feeling to think that in the morning I was wandering around in a mainland city and in the afternoon I arrived in a foreign country. Especially for Liu Ziguang, the city of Manila has special meaning.
, looking at the busy traffic outside the car window, his thoughts spanned time and space. Thousands of warships and the fluttering flag of the Song Dynasty appeared in front of his eyes, as well as that fierce and tough tropical woman who dared to love and hate. Four hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.
Who can understand the taste of this?
"Liu Sheng, have you been here?" Chen Jinlin suddenly opened his eyes and asked.
"No." Liu Ziguang shook his head, and the memory gate suddenly dropped at this moment. In Manila in this time and space, he was just Liu Jinrong, a small businessman from Hong Kong who shouldered a secret mission.
The car was sent by the local intelligence station, so it was safe to speak. At this time, Chen Jinlin seemed to be in better spirits, and he began to explain the details of the mission to Liu Ziguang.
"Yesterday, someone contacted us and said that he had something in his hand that he wanted to transfer. It happened that we were very interested in this thing, and I was studying this, so the company sent me to inspect the goods and pay cash on delivery, and then we brought it
Take things back."
"Is it that simple?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"Of course, what do you think it is?" Chen Jinlin asked back, the expression on his face clearly said: "I asked you to come because the task is simple."
Liu Ziguang nodded and stopped talking. He was just a newcomer and was only qualified to perform such simple tasks. This was tacitly understood by everyone.
When they arrived at the hotel, a man in a Hawaiian shirt came to greet them. After shaking hands, he introduced himself as Lao Wang. The matter has been settled and is just waiting for delivery. The transaction time is tonight. They are responsible for the peripheral security. Chen Jinlin's personal bodyguard is still
Comrade Liu Jinrong from China is in charge.
Lao Wang gave Liu Ziguang a pistol, which was a semi-old Brazilian Taurus PT92. This gun is actually the Brazilian cousin of the American M9 military pistol. It has a caliber of 9 mm and an ammunition capacity of 15+1 rounds. At best, it has only
It can be regarded as a moderate weapon. Apart from the bullets in the gun and two live magazines, there is nothing else. Judging from the configuration of the weapon, it can also prove that this operation is really just a small business.
There is absolutely no danger, and the deployment of security personnel is just a routine matter.
Chen Jinlin took a short rest, looked at the time and stood up and said: "Let's go." Lao Wang drove an old Toyota Camry to send them off. There was a young man in the car with him. He looked like he had just started working.
newbie.
Cars were moving slowly on the bright and bustling streets of Manila. Pedestrians, taxis, and three-wheeled electric vehicles were scurrying around like headless flies. All kinds of noises were mixed together, making it appear chaotic and noisy.
"This is Manila, the capital of kidnapping. Here are the most incompetent policemen and the most violent kidnappers in the world." Lao Wang introduced proudly, seeming very proud of himself.
"Isn't it dangerous to stay here?" Liu Ziguang couldn't help but ask.
Lao Wang glanced at him and said: "You're new here, right? For us, a city with ineffective police is much more wonderful than a city like Tokyo or Hong Kong with efficient police agencies. It may be hell for ordinary people.
But as far as I'm concerned, Manila is paradise."
Liu Ziguang shrugged and said nothing. He had nothing to say. He was indeed a newbie who didn't understand anything.
Due to the congestion on the busy roads, it took forty minutes to drive to the destination. Fortunately, they came out early, so they were not late. This is a house in the suburbs. The surrounding environment is very good, and the cars parked on the roadside are also luxury and new models.
It shows that this is a relatively safe wealthy area.
There were two locals standing at the door of the small white building. They had bulging bulges under their floral shirts. They must have pistols. Lao Wang negotiated with them in Tagalog for a few words, and then said to Chen Jinlin: "You two go in, I'm here."
Wait outside."
Chen Jinlin nodded and took the lead to step out of the car door. Just as Liu Ziguang was about to go out, Lao Wang held his shoulder and said, "Newcomer, be careful."
Liu Ziguang heard the kindness in his words, nodded with a smile, and followed Chen Jinlin out.
The bodyguard at the door led the two people into the house. The other two bodyguards were sitting on the sofa in the living room. The automatic pistol was casually placed on the coffee table. There were also pornographic magazines in their hands. At first glance, they looked like they were hired temporarily.
If anything happens to the gunmen, Liu Ziguang can ensure that they are all taken down within a second.
On one side of the living room was a staircase that spiraled upwards. Standing on it was a man wearing local Baja clothes. He was dark-skinned and short in stature. He said a few words in Tagalog arrogantly, and then the bodyguard stood up lazily and came to search.
The bodies of Chen Jinlin and Liu Ziguang.
Chen Jinlin obediently asked them to search him. The two bodyguards briefly searched but found nothing, and then came to search Liu Ziguang. Liu Ziguang also raised his hands obediently, but when the bodyguard touched the pistol on his waist and tried to pull it out,
At that moment, he suddenly held down that hand.
His force was too strong, and the bodyguard couldn't pull it out. He yelled angrily, and the other person raised his pistol fiercely, but Liu Ziguang was not as fast as him. He put his knee on the belly of the bodyguard who was searching him, and pulled out his belt smoothly.
The revolver attached to the gun was aimed at the other person, and with a movement of his thumb, the hammer was cocked.
The bodyguard was frightened and raised his hands in a hurry. The housekeeper on the second floor yelled a few words reluctantly. Chen Jinlin also looked nervous and was sweating.
Suddenly, a cheerful voice came from upstairs, and a dark South Asian man walked out of the room, pulled out the Luzon cigar in his mouth, and said in fluent Cantonese: "It's okay, everyone is on your own.
Please come upstairs, Mr. Chen, and this brother who is so agile."
Liu Ziguang had no expression on his face. He turned the revolver in his hand, flipped the handle of the gun and handed it to the bodyguard who was holding his stomach and looking in pain, and followed Chen Jinlin to the second floor.
There was basically nothing going on with Liu Ziguang later on. It was Chen Jinlin who was negotiating with the other party. Unexpectedly, Chen Jinlin could speak fluent Hong Kong-style Cantonese, and the communication with the arms broker was smooth. The name of this Filipino was Song Lian, who was engaged in the arms trade.
It has been a few years since the Philippines had poor security and a proliferation of firearms. It was a paradise for arms dealers, but most of them were dealing in light weapons. I wonder what he had on hand that attracted Yongchang Trading.
After some haggling, Song Lian took something out of his trouser pocket and handed it to Chen Jinlin. Chen Jinlin looked at it carefully, finally showed a smile on his face, shook hands with the other person, took out his mobile phone and started dialing, probably to notify his family.
Transferred.
Liu Ziguang felt relieved, this transaction was really simple, it was just a formality with Chen Jinlin.
Just when he was planning to go to downtown Manila to experience the exotic customs later, suddenly a burst of gunshots sounded like exploding beans outside. This kind of tropical house has very good permeability, separated by floor-to-ceiling glass and iron fence walls.
, one can see that the Toyota car that Lao Wang and the others were riding in was turned into a sieve by the sudden rain of bullets, and the local bodyguard standing at the door was also beaten into a bloody gourd.