Half an hour later, Zhao Hui and Liu Ziguang met at an open space near the airport. After the two shook hands, Zhao Hui glanced at Shangguan Jin who was standing behind him and whispered: "You abduct this girl from the Central Regulation Department.
From now on, Lao Tan will almost go crazy."
Liu Ziguang smiled, whispered a few words, then flicked Zhao Hui's lieutenant colonel's epaulettes and asked loudly: "Why are you wearing this suit to do military affairs?"
Zhao Hui took out the cigarette case, shook out one and handed it to Liu Ziguang and said, "Isn't that right? The Second Department is taking the lead, together with the 10th Office of the Shanghai Municipal Government and the local safety port to organize a party to honor retired heroes. I
I mainly prepare for this matter, and deal with some personal matters by the way. Otherwise, why do you think I came so quickly? I am now a civil servant in an office. I have done such awesome things as mobilizing aircraft and warships. This time it is Old Man Luo.
My son approved it himself."
Liu Ziguang took the cigarette and lit it. Zhao Hui threw another cigarette to Dongfang Ke and Hu Guang, and said in a very quaint way: "Thank you for your hard work, brother." If he hadn't been wearing the uniform of an army lieutenant colonel, with his increasingly plump face
With his big face, those who didn’t know better would have thought he was a promiscuous elder brother.
The roar of a plane passed overhead, and Zhao Hui shouted loudly: "Where are those two unlucky guys?"
Liu Ziguang pointed at the Jinbei van, and Zhao Hui walked over and unzipped the body bag, checked it briefly, jumped out of the car, clapped his hands and said, "I will send the photo to colleagues in the support department to search for it later. I feel that these two people
I have military experience.”
Liu Ziguang took out the Type 67 silent pistol from his waist and handed it over: "Look at this, it almost killed me."
Zhao Hui took the pistol and looked at it. The serial number had been worn away, and the grip and the protruding part of the bolt were slightly worn. It looked like it was old, but it was not used very frequently. When he took out the magazine, he saw that the bullets were for special purpose.
7.62mm subsonic round.
"Except for a small amount of wear and tear during the special operations against Vietnam in the 1980s, this gun has not been stolen or damaged in combat at all, so this matter is getting more and more complicated." Zhao Hui weighed the pistol and said.
Liu Ziguang asked: "Could it be someone sent by Director Tan or Ma Fengfeng?"
Zhao Hui said: "Tan Zhihai only has a group of highly educated analysts under him, and there is a serious lack of life-threatening commandos. After all, they are just a civilian agency. Other departments help them with murders and arson. My intelligence reports that Tan Zhihai
There is no big move. I know this kid Ma Fengfeng very well. He likes to collect firearms and make friends in the world. It is possible for him, but his intelligence sources are very limited, so how can he know your specific location."
As he spoke, he glanced meaningfully at Shangguan Jin in the distance. Liu Ziguang looked back and said with a smile: "No matter who did it, things will eventually come to light. I originally just wanted to be a rich man in peace, but
Some people don’t want me to live comfortably, so I have to make them uncomfortable.”
Zhao Hui shook the pistol and said, "I'll keep this gun as evidence."
Liu Ziguang said: "Then what should I use?"
Zhao Hui returned to the Pajero and took out a suitcase, opened it and said, "I've brought you all the treasures I've been looking after."
There were two pistols made of fine steel in the suitcase. The sleeves were engraved with the words np44, .45acp, and the factory logo of Norinco.
"Don't underestimate these two guns. I picked them out from thousands of foreign trade goods at the Qingshan Factory in Chongqing. Their accuracy is absolutely top-notch, no less than those American goods worth tens of thousands of dollars. Their calibers are four to five and 9mm.
The bullets are much more powerful. No matter how strong a man is, he can be knocked down with one shot. With a magazine of fourteen rounds, he will not suffer at all against mainstream automatic pistols."
Liu Ziguang picked up two pistols, turned the trigger guard with his finger a few times, then put it to his ear and shook it vigorously. The parts meshed tightly and there was no noise at all. He tried the tension spring force and the trigger force, and they were both moderate.
"Not bad, thank you." Liu Ziguang took the box together, which contained a full set of nylon quick-draw holsters and bullet clips, as well as several boxes of .45-caliber pistol bullets made in the United States, and they were high-end brass bullets.
goods.
"Let's make an agreement first. I'll lend it to you. Don't kill too many people. I don't like bloody weapons at home." Zhao Hui said hypocritically.
Liu Ziguang rolled his eyes at him: "Your old man's ghost-headed knife must have chopped off the heads of many Japanese. Why didn't you throw it away?"
Zhao Hui was so happy that he suddenly threw the cigarette butt on the ground and said, "Trouble is coming."
A black-painted airport special police car drove over at lightning speed. With Zhao Hui present, no one panicked. After a while, the police car drove up in front of them. Several armed policemen holding Bayi bars jumped out of the car and led the lieutenant to look.
Seeing Zhao Hui's lieutenant colonel shoulder badge and the license plate of the security area, he didn't dare to make any mistakes and asked politely: "What are you doing here?"
Zhao Huiliang showed his ID: "We are on a mission. Your leader is Lao Li. Tell him that Ye Ming from the Second Division is here and he will know."
The lieutenant suspiciously picked up the walkie-talkie and reported to the airport security department. After receiving the instructions, he straightened his back and saluted Zhao Hui: "Chief, I'm sorry to bother you. Do you need any help?"
Zhao Hui waved his hand: "It's okay. You go back first and tell Lao Li that I will visit him when I have time."
"Yes!" The lieutenant led the people away,
After the armed police left, Zhao Hui pulled Liu Ziguang aside and said: "It was very dangerous just now, with guns and corpses. My authority is limited now. It's okay if no one makes trouble. What if Tan Zhihai gets involved?
I have to go in too, so leave the aftermath to me. Just go to Hong Kong and dig out Jin Xudong. People from the National Security Bureau have already been targeting him, but they just haven’t moved."
Liu Ziguang asked: "How are you going to deal with the aftermath? First clear the unjust case against me."
Zhao Hui shook his head: "This is a bit difficult. After all, it is a society under the rule of law in name. It is not their direct leader. It is not easy to speak. The other party strictly follows the procedures. How to interfere if you can't find reason? It is clear that someone is involved in this matter.
If you want to use the topic as a reference, even if Chen Runing is not dead, someone else will blame you. In the final analysis, it is because you have no background."
Liu Ziguang was speechless, lowering his head and smoking.
"Okay, don't be depressed. I'm backing you, so you're still scared." Zhao Hui patted Liu Ziguang on the shoulder and said, but Liu Ziguang heard that his bold words were far less confident than usual.
The van and the body were handed over to the military security department. Liu Ziguang and Shangguan Jin got into Zhao Hui's Pajero and drove straight to Hongqiao Airport. Dongfang Ke and Hu Guang were waiting to hand over evidence to the military.
Zhao Hui said to Shangguan Jin in a serious manner: "I have heard about your story. Tan Zhihai is crazy. He will take risks and kill people for the selfish interests of a small group of people. However, the senior leaders have been deceived by him. We have no other way now.
We can obtain strong evidence as soon as possible to bring down Tan Zhihai and the gang behind him."
Shangguan Jin nodded seriously: "I'm already doing it."
Zhao Hui said: "Without further delay, you will take off from Hongqiao and go directly to Hong Kong. You must take out the intelligence that Jin Xudong has."
Shangguan Jin said: "If I remember correctly, Hongqiao Airport has Hong Kong Airlines flight hx239 direct to Chek Lap Kok Airport at 7:10 in the evening. We can take this flight."
Zhao Hui smiled: "Civil flights are not allowed to carry weapons. Besides, it is troublesome to enter the country from Hong Kong. After all, it is not a public mission. You have to be careful about Tan Zhihai's eyes and ears. You take my plane. First go to Shenzhen and then go through the pipeline.
Arrive in Hong Kong.”
The special plane was a Gulfstream jet with the logo of Deer Airlines. After taking off from Hongqiao Airport, it took a two-and-a-half-hour flight to Shenzhen. A man in casual clothes came to pick them up. After a brief shake of hands and greetings, the two parties started.
A Mercedes-Benz took them to the Shenzhen Bay Port, and they took the internal passage to clear customs directly.
"Comrade, I sent it here. This is what Manager Zhao entrusted me to deliver. Please keep it." The man in casual clothes handed a kraft paper portfolio to Liu Ziguang, shook hands with the two and turned around to leave. Liu Ziguang opened the portfolio and looked at it.
After taking a look, there were two passports, several credit cards, and a stack of Hong Kong dollar cash inside.
On the Hong Kong side of the port, a car with a government license plate was already waiting here. A young man in a suit and leather shoes stepped forward and introduced himself: "I am Xiao Wang from the Liaison Department of the Liaison Office of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China. I am here to greet you."
Liu Ziguang and Shangguan Jin looked at each other, and both felt that Zhao Hui's hands and eyes could reach the sky. After getting in the car, Xiao Wang started to talk about ancient times: "The predecessor of our Liaison Office of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China was the Hong Kong Branch of Xinhua News Agency. At the beginning, it was called Niu, what is Xin Ngee'an, 14k,
Normally he is very arrogant, but when he heard the name of Xinhua News Agency, he immediately became honest, even better than his grandson."
"What about now, are you no longer awesome?" Liu Ziguang asked with a smile.
"It's even more awesome now. The Liaison Office of the Central People's Government in the Hong Kong Special Administrative Region is a serious central agency. Who dares to make such a fuss..." Xiao Wang is very talkative, talking non-stop, and testing the background of these two people from time to time.
It is estimated that in his opinion, this man and woman should be relatives of high-ranking officials of the Central Committee.
Although Xiao Wang is extremely arrogant, he drives very politely. He doesn't speed, run lights, or even blow the horn. In his words: "We can't let Hong Kong farmers laugh at us for our lack of quality."
Xiao Wang was not lonely at all. When the car arrived at the Peninsula Hotel on Salisbury Road in Tsim Sha Tsui, it was already ten o'clock at night. The doorman in a well-dressed uniform opened the car door and diligently wanted to help Liu Ziguang carry his bag. He politely refused.
They declined. The lobby manager had already seen the license plate of the special car that sent them. He came out with a smile and said in Mandarin with a Cantonese flavor: "Welcome to the Peninsula Hotel, the room has been prepared for you."
The room was indeed booked, and it was a deluxe sea view room located on the 28th floor of the new building in the north. Looking out the window at the beautiful night view of Victoria Bay was intoxicating. Liu Ziguang entered the room and first took off his coat and threw it on the big bed, then opened the refrigerator.
He took out a can of Coke and drank it, but turned a blind eye to the champagne in the ice bucket.
There was only one big bed in the room, but both of them tacitly didn't talk about who would sleep on the bed and who would sleep on the sofa, or any other topics that would appear in bloody TV dramas. With the enemy in front of them, there was no time to sleep.