My years of espionage

Miyazaki Kentaro looked around the Steepunk car, and made a few exclamations from time to time.

Even Pang Yuanju, who was not very happy to meet Miyazaki twice, was also attracted by this Steepunk at this moment. The two also commented on the spotless Steepunk at the door and expressed their opinions the opinion of.

Toshihiko Okada watched coldly from the sidelines. Although he also admitted that Citigroup's Steepunk car was indeed very beautiful, he was not very interested in luxury cars.

"Mr. Gong, are you satisfied with this car?" Okada Toshihiko said.

"Satisfied, very satisfied." Cheng Qianfan said happily, he touched the vehicle, "It would be better if it wasn't black."

"What do you mean?" Okada Toshihiko asked puzzled.

"I saw a brown-red Steepunk in Shanghai and I liked it very much," Cheng Qianfan said.

"asshole."

"I arranged for Pang Yuanju to find a way to help you get Sticky Punk, in order to support you to further please Chu Mingyu, not to satisfy your personal preferences!" Toshihiko Okada called Miyazaki Kentaro to the office and reprimanded him .

"You must always keep in mind that you are an agent of the Empire of Japan, so don't indulge in enjoyment."

Cheng Qianfan was severely scolded by Toshihiko Okada, so he could only apologize disheartenedly, saying that he would never forget his mission.

A few minutes later, seeing Kentaro Miyazaki driving away with joy in the Steepunk, Toshihiko Okada couldn't help but shook his head and snorted coldly.

In this matter, Miyazaki Kentaro is under the banner of currying favor with Chu Mingyu and is suspected of asking the Mei agency to help him get Sticky Punk.

Without him, Miyazaki Kentaro just subconsciously said that he doesn’t like black, which actually exposed his true thoughts——

The first thing he thought of was to use Steepunk himself, not the car he was really willing to prepare for Chu Mingyu.

In Chu Mingyu's capacity, especially during the current talks in Nanjing, he is not suitable for the unconventional vehicle color of brown and red.

……

Cheng Qianfan rolled down the car window, the car was not slow, the wind from outside the window came in and stirred the ends of his hair.

He just deliberately 'subconsciously' expressed his dissatisfaction with the color of the vehicle.

There is only one purpose, to create the fact that he never considered handing over this car to Chu Mingyu for negotiating the team car.

Cheng Qianfan is the one who believes in the credo of planning for a rainy day the most. He believes that doing homework on the details in advance, although tiring, but you never know which details can save lives at a critical moment.

……

"This is the car that Cheng Qianfan went to the dealership again and again, and finally fell in love with?" Ding Mutun stood by the window, looking into the yard.

"Yes." Tong Xueyong said, "It is said that this is Citigroup's car, called Steepunk."

He also looked into the yard, where Cheng Qianfan was standing next to the front of the car, showing off his car proudly to the surrounding agents who came to watch the car.

"It can be seen that Mr. Cheng likes this car very much." Tong Xueyong said with a smile, "However, he will be reluctant to part with it later."

"Hahaha." Ding Mutun said with a smile, "Yes, for those who like cars, this car will be donated as soon as they get it, which is like sending the bride to another bed."

Cheng Qianfan went to the car dealership yesterday morning and then again in the afternoon, which naturally attracted the attention of the spy who was monitoring him.

Tong Xueyong sent someone to inquire about the news that Cheng Qianfan found a car at Ideal Cars, and it is said that this car is also very popular with Secretary-General Chu, so Cheng Qianfan repeatedly urged the dealer to deliver the car earlier.

……

Cheng Qianfan got into the car and started the vehicle.

He sat in the driver's cab with his head stuck out of the car window, and continued to introduce (bring) the car to the onlookers, from the engine of the car, to the shape of the body, to the comfort of the seats, and he spit all over the place .

"Not to mention anything else, just the horn of this car." After speaking, Cheng Qianfan honked the horn, "I have driven so many cars, but I don't have such a nice horn."

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"Who is honking the horn?" Chu Mingyu raised his arm so that Liu Xia could straighten his gown for him. Hearing the sound of the horn, he couldn't help frowning and asked, "There are no rules."

Liu Xia handed the straw hat to Chu Mingyu, and she picked up the phone and said casually, "Let me ask."

"Hi, this is Secretary General Chu's office, who is honking the horn?"

"Okay, I see."

Liu Xia put down the phone, couldn't help but smiled and said, "Secretary-General, it's Cheng Qianfan, and he's showing off his car."

"Show off...it's Stepunk?" Chu Mingyu was slightly taken aback, and then showed surprise, "Go, have a look."

……

"Let me tell you, just this car, even in Shanghai, is very modern." Cheng Qianfan talked eloquently with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Sir Jason from the Ministry of Industry in the International Settlement has a Steepunk, it's brownish red, it's so foreign." He clicked his tongue and winked, "When the car drove out, the little girl was crying and yelling to get in. car miles."

All the agents laughed, obviously very interested in the topic that 'Mr. Xiao Cheng' said.

"Cough cough." Chu Mingyu coughed lightly, "Qian Fan."

The cigarette Cheng Qianfan was biting on fell off. Hearing the sound, he quickly opened the door and got out of the car, looking very happy, "Secretary General, the car is back. Would you like to try it?"

Hearing this, Chu Mingyu was greatly moved. However, he took out his pocket watch to check the time, and he was about to leave for the venue.

"Secretary-General." Cheng Qianfan patted the front of the car, "I just drove around, and it feels wonderful."

The corners of his mouth were raised, his eyebrows were beaming, and he glanced at Liu Xia who was following Chu Mingyu carrying a bag, and he blinked, "The secretary-general is going out."

The joy in Cheng Qianfan's eyes flashed, "Don't worry, Secretary-General, I will go out for a couple of laps later to check the vehicle, you are back and use it with peace of mind."

Chu Mingyu, who had already given up the idea of ​​'test driving' at this time, felt unhappy when he heard what his nephew said.

Looking at this brand-new, shiny and extraordinary Steppunk, Chu Mingyu felt itchy. Thinking that when he came back from the meeting in the afternoon, maybe this kid had already had a car addiction, Chu Mingyu felt a little uncomfortable.

"Secretary-General, we are ready to go." Du Weiming, Chu Mingyu's driver, came over and shouted.

"Little Du." Chu Mingyu pointed at Du Weiming, "Drive this car."

"Ah?" Cheng Qianfan was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Chu Mingyu to make such an arrangement. He was obviously caught off guard when he was still secretly happy that he could 'enjoy' this car for a while longer.

Seeing Cheng Qianfan's appearance, Chu Mingyu was satisfied.

He loves luxury cars and beauties, but he doesn't want to be so impatient. It's just that he saw the little thought of "seemingly generous, but actually looking forward to him secretly playing with cars after he goes out" in front of him, he I really enjoy the feeling of debunking my nephew's little abacus.

"Secretary-General." Du Weiming hesitated.

"Okay." Chu Mingyu suddenly pointed to Cheng Qianfan, "Qianfan, come and drive today."

"Huh?" Cheng Qianfan was stunned.

"Ah what?" Chu Mingyu snorted.

"Stupid what?" Liu Xia also smiled charmingly, and quickly kicked Cheng Qianfan with her toes, "Thank you, Secretary-General."

"Thank you, Secretary-General." Cheng Qianfan suddenly realized, overjoyed, and hurriedly thanked him.

……

Other people around also looked at Cheng Qianfan with envy.

Secretary-General Chu is obviously promoting Cheng Qianfan:
This is the meeting place where Cheng Qianfan is going to Nanjing for talks, not to mention other things, but just making an appearance at the meeting place, which in itself is an extraordinary qualification.

Of course, the most important thing is that this shows that Cheng Qianfan has won the trust of Chu Mingyu, which is the most critical signal.

……

"This car is really good." Sitting in the back seat, Chu Mingyu touched the seat leather and nodded in satisfaction.

What he is most satisfied with is the interior space of this Steepunk car. He is tall and big, and some cars feel aggrieved when he sits in it, but the space of this car makes him quite satisfied.

"Uncle Chu." Cheng Qianfan's eyes were still moved. He glanced at the reflector and said, "My nephew is deeply touched by your support for me, but will this..."

"If you are asked to drive, you can drive." Chu Mingyu glared at the back of Cheng Qianfan's head, "You are the person Mr. Wang met."

"Mr. Wang has received a sea of ​​people." Liu Xia said with a smile, "Qianfan, you remember, to please the Secretary-General is more effective than anything else."

"What are you talking about?" Chu Mingyu was angry.

"Sister Xia, I will remember." Cheng Qianfan agreed.

He turned the steering wheel skillfully, and parked the vehicle steadily at the 'starting field' according to the guard's command.

At this moment, there are cars driving over from the 'departure field' one after another.

All Citroen sedans, identical black vehicles lined up.

Cheng Qianfan glanced at these vehicles, and he knew that Wang Jianhai and his wife were in one of them, but all the cars had their curtains drawn, so there was no way to explore them.

His heart was disturbed. For today's action, he has achieved the ultimate here, and the last pawn is missing——

He was worried that Chu Mingyu's Stee Punk car would be asked to change vehicles because it was 'different'.

Worried in his heart, Cheng Qianfan looked calm. He glanced at the mirror and saw Chu Mingyu closing his eyes to rest, so he also kept quiet, as if waiting to set off.

Tang Pei, who was in charge of the team's security work, counted the vehicles at the 'departure field', and a person beside him was holding a folder and ticking off the vehicle code with a pen.

"What happened to that car?" Tang Pei asked in a low voice.

Steepunk was among a dozen Citroens, all of which were black, barely noticeable at first glance.

"Director, that's Secretary-General Chu's car."

Tang Pei glanced at the car again, finally nodded, without saying anything more, he waved his hand, "Let's go according to the established plan."

The gate of Tiger Bridge Prison opened.

Cars come out in groups of four.

"Qianfan, follow that car." Chu Mingyu said suddenly.

"Yes!" Cheng Qianfan nodded, stepped on the accelerator and followed a car.

There is no difference in appearance between this car and other cars, but Cheng Qianfan followed behind the car, and immediately noticed the "features" of this car with his keen observation:
There are rubbing marks the size of two nickels on the back of the vehicle under the taillights, which are not conspicuous, and you can't see it unless you look carefully.

From this point of view, this should be regarded as a vehicle with minor flaws in appearance. Who would have thought that the dignified Mr. Wang would choose such a car?
……

Sixteen vehicles, divided into four convoys, drove out of the prison gate.

Outside the gate, there were eight Japanese biansanlun already waiting to be in place.

In each convoy of four vehicles, one front and one rear, each with a three-wheeler with a Japanese gendarmerie armband around its arms, leading the way and rearing.

Cheng Qianfan narrowed his eyes.

He doesn't understand what caused the change:

A few days ago, when Wang Jianhai's convoy set off, there was no Japanese military police accompanying it.

This is what the Japanese smell?
Or is today's meeting itself very special, so the Japanese side raised the level of security guards?

Cheng Qianfan didn't know the reason behind this.

It's just that, obviously, the joining of the Japanese military police and Bian Sanlun one after the other will add a lot of difficulty to the possible assassination.

Yes, just 'assassination that might come'.

After sending the coded telegram to his home in Shanghai, all Cheng Qianfan could do was wait. He waited alone and made all preparations alone. As for whether Zhou Ru successfully deciphered the code?Has Chongqing successfully received the secret telegram from the Special Intelligence Group?And after Nanjing received the order from the Chongqing headquarters, can it successfully gather forces to launch an assassination operation in such a tight time?

These are unknowns.

Thinking of this, thoughts for Ruolan, for Xiaobao, for Xiaozhizhi, for Lao Huang, for his sister, for Comrade Lu Dazhang, for... and others suddenly surged in Cheng Qianfan's heart.

If all goes well, maybe 'Cheng Qianfan, a traitor from the French Concession in Shanghai, is about to die in the upcoming assassination of traitors big and small from the Wang family'.

Maybe, maybe, maybe for Ruolan and others who are still in Shanghai, it is a good thing that he died in this way from the assassination of the military commander.

A smile appeared on Cheng Qianfan's lips, and he let out a long sigh in his heart.

The whole person seemed to relax a lot in an instant.

All the time, he was too tired.

"What beautiful things are you thinking about?" Chu Mingyu jokingly said after noticing his nephew's smile.

"I think of Xiaozhizhi." Cheng Qianfan said with a smile, his eyes were full of longing and joy for his son, "I have been away from home for a few days, I don't know if I will still know him when I go back."

"A baby is a father. Blood is thicker than water. Go back and spend more time with your baby." Chu Mingyu sighed and said, "I am very relieved to see that you have married and established a business. I still think of when I first met you in Shanghai. The child's arrogance wants to fight wine with me."

"No way, Uncle Chu is talking nonsense." Cheng Qianfan showed embarrassment, and said quickly.

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Go back in time 3 minutes.

Wang's convoy left Laohuqiao Prison and headed in three directions. There was one convoy to the east and one to the west, and two convoys of eight vehicles to the south.

"I found it." Xiao Kun put down the binoculars in his hand, and he said excitedly to Chang Xiaoyi beside him, "Signal, after exiting Dashiqiao Road, the car is heading towards Yushi Street. There are four cars, look up the second car."

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