Zhou Weilong took out five silver dollars, stuffed them into the patrolman's hand, and said, "I have a few words to tell Qiao Zhendong. Look..."
"Mr. Zou, if you please." The patrolman understood, turned around and retreated.
In the reception room, only Zhou Weilong and Qiao Zhendong were left.
As soon as the patrol officer left, Qiao Zhendong said impatiently: "Mr. Zhou, you are finally here. If you don't come again, I will risk my life anyway..."
Halfway through his words, he hesitated and slammed the table with his fist.
"What do you want, tell everything, right?" Zhou Weilong looked at Qiao Zhendong calmly.
"...The key point is that it's been so many days and you haven't even met me. I thought no one cared about me."
"Do you know how cumbersome it is to extradite a murderer to China?"
"Extradition?"
"The formalities are being processed. You will be handed over to the Shanghai Police Department no later than noon tomorrow."
Qiao Zhendong beamed with excitement and stood up and bowed to Zhou Weilong: "Thank you so much. I said the wrong thing just now. I apologize to you!"
"Qiao Zhendong, you need to remember one thing."
"You say."
"The Secret Service is an intelligence department affiliated with the National Government. It is not a grassroots team like the Special Branch of the Communist Party. When they see you in trouble, they don't even ask the doctor. At any time, even if you fail to complete the task, we will
I won’t sit idly by.”
"You are absolutely right. There has been no movement from the Communist Party for such a long time. It is so inhumane!" Qiao Zhendong said angrily.
"I came here today specifically to tell you this good news, so that you don't have to think too much."
"Thank you, Webmaster Zhou."
"You told me last time? You have met Fang Yongyan? Right?"
"I've seen it."
"Very good. Next, let's talk about the Xue Huali Road case."
Qiao Zhendong hesitated for a while, then muttered: "Webmaster Zhou? Please believe me, at that time? I really had no choice..."
Zhou Weilong said: "If I don't believe you, how can I rescue you?"
"thank you for your trust."
"Before the incident happened? Why didn't you report it?"
"Do I want to report to you? Then I thought about it again. The Communist Party didn't trust me very much and would definitely send someone to spy on me. So, I didn't dare to act rashly. That afternoon, they didn't tell me until half an hour before the action.
Who is being assassinated..."
"What did they say?"
"Just say that we want to kill a traitor and a high-ranking official of the Kuomintang."
"Didn't I tell you my name?"
"No."
"Then, how were you arrested?"
“…”
Zhou Weilong smiled: "I basically understand the details of what happened? The reason why I still ask you is because I am very curious? You had a chance to escape, why did you go back to replenish your gun?"
"The Communist Party's order? It is necessary to ensure that both of them are dead before the mission is completed." Qiao Zhendong said with his head lowered.
"Oh, I see……"
"Webmaster? Who is the dead person?"
"It doesn't matter who you are? You are from the Secret Service. This time you were ordered to perform a latent mission. Your superiors will not accept any blame for your behavior."
After hearing what Zhou Weilong said, Qiao Zhendong's heart went into his only son.
In fact, Zhou Weilong was not telling the truth about this matter.
He knew very well that Qiao Zhendong had two purposes for going back to refill the gun. One was to gain the trust of the Communist Party, and the other was to kill people and silence them.
Shi Jiwei was shot six times, some of which hit vital parts. There was no need to shoot again. An experienced agent would never do such a thing.
It can be said that the person who was killed was an ordinary official. With the power of the Secret Service, there is no problem in saving Qiao Zhendong's life. At that time, it can be said that he was sent as an undercover agent.
The problem is, it was the head of the Shanghai Station of the Party Headquarters who died!
If he knew the identity of the other party and lent Qiao Zhendong a burden, he would not dare to shoot a big shot of this level.
The extradition of Qiao Zhendong is indeed necessary, but it is not for rescue, but for public execution in the Chinese community to appease people's hearts.
Otherwise, everyone, big and small, would be in danger and there would be no need to do their work.
If it weren't for Qiao Zhendong's value, Zhou Weilong wouldn't have come tonight at all. What's the point of talking to a dead man?
Ten minutes later, Zhou Weilong returned to the car.
Weng Guangming asked: "Stationmaster, where else are we going?"
Zhou Weilong glanced at his watch: "Go to Paramount."
Weng Guangming was somewhat surprised. He did not expect that Zhou Weilong, who was always known for his maturity and prudentness, would go to such a place.
"Webmaster, let me remind you that Boss Dai is still in Shanghai. It's best to change the time when you go out to have sex, so as not to..."
"drive!"
Weng Guangming shut his mouth, the car increased the accelerator and sped away.
…
Paramount Ballroom is located on Yuyuan Road, Jing'an District. It is a three-story building covering an area of more than 2,000 square meters. The first floor is the kitchen, the second floor is the ballroom and banquet hall, and the third floor is the guest room.
Weng Guangming stopped the car and looked at the busy traffic on the street. He couldn't help but sigh: "No wonder Shanghai is a city that never sleeps. It really gets more lively at night."
Zhou Weilong pushed the door open and got out of the car, thought for a while, turned around, and said, "Guangming, go back."
"Then what do you do?"
"I'll take a rickshaw back."
"How about I pick you up later?"
"It's getting late, you should go back and rest early..."
Zhou Weilong looked around and lowered his voice and said: "Tomorrow at noon, the French Concession Chief Prisoner's Office will hand over the prisoner Qiao Zhendong to the police station. At that time, you will bring Qiao Zhendong to the station. This matter is very important. You must go there in person.
If you are overtaken by the Party Headquarters, I will only ask you!"
Weng Guangming was very surprised: "Qiao Zhendong? Is that the Communist Party who participated in the assassination of Shi Jiwei?"
"Yes. That's him."
"he……"
"You just carry out the orders."
"yes."
Zhou Weilong nodded slightly, turned around and entered the Paramount Ballroom.
Nowadays, dancing is a very fashionable thing. In many well-known universities, there are even special dance training classes.
Zhou Weilong can't dance, and he rarely comes to such places.
"Sir, please come this way."
The waiter, wearing a white shirt and black tie, was courteous and led Zhou Weilong to his seat.
After sitting down, the waiter asked: "Sir, are you alone? If you need a dance partner, I can introduce you to one."
Zhou Weilong adjusted to the dim environment for a while and said, "Do you have a dancing lady named Agui here?"
"some."
"Go and call her over to me."
"Please wait."
The waiter withdrew.
After a while, Agui, who was wearing heavy makeup, twisted her waist and walked over with three unsteady steps.