At five o'clock in the afternoon, heading to the second-class carriage of the Peiping train, a man wearing a black leather jacket and a beard looked around, took off the hat on his head, and revealed a familiar face. He was seriously injured and was in the hospital.
The rescued Qian Ziming.
Sitting opposite him was a man with sleek, shiny hair and sunglasses who looked a little bit older. When he saw Qian Ziming taking off his hat, he said in a deep voice: "Put the hat back on and wait until you leave Nanjing."
Take it off."
Qian Ziming put on his hat helplessly, looked at the person opposite and said, "Captain, the second-class seat is more comfortable than the third-class seat, but I don't know what the special-class seat looks like?"
"From now on, call me Manager Pan."
It turns out that this man with a rough appearance and sunglasses is Luo Qiwei, the captain of the special operations team of the Intelligence Division.
It has to be said that with his outfit, other than those who are very familiar with him, no one would recognize him at all.
It turned out that Luo Qiwei and Qian Ziming got out of the car on the way to the hospital, and arranged for two other people to get on the car. After they were sent to the hospital, people from the Intelligence Department immediately took over.
Immediately, the news coming out of the hospital and the tight security were all designed to confuse people and cover up Luo Qiwei's journey north.
Of course, it was true that the entire Intelligence Division mobilized to investigate the murderer. Someone repeatedly attacked the Intelligence Division officers, which completely angered Dai Chunfeng, a big boss in the intelligence community.
On the train, Qian Ziming was very excited at first. After all, this was his first time sitting in a second-class seat, so it was a bit strange, especially compared to a third-class seat, which was like heaven and earth.
The seats are upholstered chairs, and the seats are relatively spacious. Only one person can sit on one seat, and you can lie down and take a rest at night.
For third-class seats, the seats are hard and extremely cramped. There are often three or four people sitting on one seat, and many people are standing. At night, there are so many people, the lights are dim, and all kinds of sounds are mixed together.
It's travel hell.
At night, Luo Qiwei leaned on his seat and closed his eyes, while Qian Ziming stared around carefully. Without him, he was assassinated recently, and he was almost mentally affected.
At about eight o'clock in the morning on the third day, the train arrived at Peiping Station. As soon as Luo Qiwei and the others got off the train, they were stared at by a group of people.
This group of people is a well-known bag-carrying party at the train station. When they see a wealthy person, they will take the opportunity to strike up a conversation, and then run away with the package while the person is not paying attention.
If you want to chase him, his accomplices will step forward to block you. Usually after the entanglement, by the time you get away, they will have already disappeared without a trace.
At this time, most people can only admit that they are unlucky. If they call the police, it will be difficult to get their things back. What's more, many police officers have interests in these baggage gangs.
As the two of them walked, Qian Ziming took a small step behind and said softly: "Captain, someone is following us."
Luo Qiwei glanced at it and said, "It's okay, someone will pick us up."
As soon as he finished speaking, a somewhat familiar voice sounded: "Boss Luo, why did you arrive just now?"
"Officer Xiong, I'm sorry to have you wait so long." Luo Qiwei smiled and greeted him: "The train is late, there's really nothing we can do about it."
"Understand, understand."
The two left chatting and laughing. Qian Ziming, as secretary, followed behind them carrying a box.
The person who came to pick up the car was really Xiong Cheng. After returning to Peking from the Central Police Academy, he was promoted to a half-level official and is now the deputy director of the Criminal Investigation Division of the Peking Police Department, in charge of criminal investigation.
Seeing the three people leaving, the bald young man who had been staring at him asked with some dissatisfaction: "Mr. Huang, why didn't you let me do it just now?"
The man called Huang Lao was about forty or fifty years old, with gray hair, and his face was covered with the wind and frost of the years, but his eyes were shining with the light of seeing through the world.
He patted the young man's bald head and said: "You know how to do it in one day. I dare say that if you make this order, you and your brothers will be in prison in less than two hours."
"You're bluffing me." The bald young man said with some dissatisfaction: "The police in this area have a good relationship with me, will they arrest me?"
"The person who picks me up is Director Xiong of the Criminal Investigation Department. If you are serious, you can go up. Just don't get me involved when the time comes."
When he heard that it was Director Xiong, his bald head instantly wilted and he smiled awkwardly. Several big brothers in Peiping City who were better off than him had fallen into the hands of this Director Xiong.
He is a little gangster who makes a living by carrying bags at the train station. If he messes with such a person, he is either seeking death or something...
In the Ford, Xiong Cheng sat in the driver's seat and said while driving: "Your identities have been arranged. Captain Luo is the manager of Locke Trading Company, and you are Manager Pan's secretary."
"Just this time, Locke Trading Company has an important batch of goods to be transported back from Fengtian, so I just sent you to transport the goods."
"Yes, this status is not bad."
Luo Qiwei nodded. He was able to get his identity right in such a short time. It seems that Xiong Cheng's family is in Peiping and his energy is not low.
In the Intelligence Department, Luo Qiwei also specifically checked Xiong Cheng's background, and only learned about scale claws, but even that was shocking.
For example, Xiong Cheng's teacher Deng Yikun was a big boss in the party's security department. Although he has retired, he has disciples all over the party-state security department.
His ancestors were big shots in the court in the early Qing Dynasty. During the Westernization Movement in the late Qing Dynasty, the Xiong family also had representatives. Now, the Xiong family is already a behemoth.
It is said that Xiong Cheng was injured while arresting a spy in Nanjing, and Tang Zhengqi even visited him personally...
Luo Qiwei and Xiong Cheng were not very close to each other at the beginning. After Xiong Cheng was injured, Luo Qiwei went to visit him a few times. As the chat progressed, both of them were impressed by each other.
Xiong Cheng still disliked intelligence agents, but for Luo Qiwei, he really wanted to make this friend, so after receiving the telegram two days ago, he immediately used his family connections to arrange such an identity.
"Tomorrow morning's train will go to Fengtian. Tonight, someone will introduce you to people from Locke Trading Company."
Luo Qiwei nodded. As far as he knew, Locke Trading Company was an American trading company. The owner was named Job Walker. He was a very famous businessman and owned several companies similar to Locke Trading Company.
The two of them were sent to a hotel owned by Job Locke to rest. In the evening, they attended a dinner organized by the Chamber of Commerce to get acquainted with faces and people.
At night, a car parked in front of the hotel. A man in a black tuxedo stood in front of the car. When he saw Luo Qiwei approaching, he bowed elegantly and said, "Manager Pan, please get in the car."
Luo Qiwei nodded, got in the car and sat down, and then the man also sat in the front row...
