Ebony City, morning.
Zhao Lei always gets up very early, and today is no exception. He was dressed in casual clothes, simple and unadorned, and wandered into an early breakfast shop.
"Yo, here we come!" The boss greeted.
"The third one!"
"Okay, you sit down first."
He walked in and sat in a corner. There were quite a few people in the store, men, women, young and old, each with their own characteristics, but he was inconspicuous among them.
Inconspicuousness is probably his biggest temperament. A popular face, a popular figure, and a popular dress, just poke at this, and the sense of existence is very embarrassing.
Such a person is often a marginal figure in the unit, but fortunately his occupation is not ordinary.
Zhao Lei is in his thirties, and has worked in plainclothes for more than ten years, stalking, stalking, monitoring, pickpocketing, etc. There are no major tasks, but thousands of small tasks.
I haven't practiced anything else, just those eyes, whoever is right.
Don't underestimate, there are thousands of professions in the world, the fisherman casts his net, the old farmer wields a hoe, and the swordsman draws his long sword. The reason is the same: repeating one thing countless times is called skill.
The same is true for Zhao Lei. He is very kind and even cowardly when facing colleagues, relatives, and children, but he feels inexplicably crushed when facing the thief.
Unfortunately, this is all in the past.
Not long ago, Zhao Lei, who had no hope of promotion all his life, suddenly got a transfer order and transferred to a newly formed department. At first, it was intensive training, and people from the government gave lectures, and they were patriotic and loving the people, and then they began to ravage their worldview.
I won't talk about the specifics, in short, I doubt life collectively.
The name of their unit also changed accordingly, becoming the third and fourth teams of the investigation department of the Wumu City Special Branch. Nominally under the management of the city government, the unit has no signboard, just a small building in the government compound.
There is one bureau chief, two deputy bureaus, and seven division chiefs, which are divided into the investigation department and the operation department, and each department is divided into several teams and peripherals, commonly known as temporary workers.
The backbone is in the compound, and the horses are scattered to the streets, so for Zhao Lei, it is nothing more than going from the grassroots to the grassroots, and there is nothing wrong with it.
But to be honest, he was a little resentful. It was good to work in plain clothes in the past, but now when I come to this place where the gods talk, my eyes are smeared, and everything I look at is strange.
For example, in the Operations Department, he has never met the relevant colleagues, and the manpower seems to be very small and sneaky.
There are also those nonsensical things that the teacher said. Many people don't believe it. They usually talk about it a lot. Even the name "Special Bureau" doesn't sound good and can't be seen.
"Hey!"
Zhao Lei picked up the bowl and took a sip of the preserved egg porridge, feeling very comfortable with the warmth in his stomach. On the table, there were four steamed buns and a plate of stewed tofu. This was his daily breakfast.
He took two bites of the steamed stuffed bun, then raised his head casually, just in time to see someone passing by in front of the shop, the figure flickered and disappeared.
He opened his eyes wide in an instant, threw down ten yuan and went out, took out his mobile phone and said, "Hey, Team Chen, they're here again!"
"What appeared again?" The other side was vague, as if it had just started.
"Target No. 1 and Target No. 2!"
"Boom... ah!"
There was a chaotic sound over there, and he roared and asked, "Are you reading that right?"
"Absolutely not!"
"Then you are staring at me, I will report immediately!"
…
It is said that Zhao Lei has not been on a mission since he changed to a new unit, and he is so idle every day.
Some time ago, I originally had a task, and it was still my best tracking. They were all assigned by the superiors, but they were temporarily removed and replaced by another group of people.
Later, I heard from the captain that it was the superior, the staff from the General Administration from the capital.
He was speechless, no matter what unit he was in, he couldn't escape the friction between the headquarters and sub-bureaus. However, he also obtained some basic information about those two people... how should I put it, it's amazing.
They disappeared for a while, saying that they died in the mountains, but they suddenly appeared again.
In the morning, the sun is just right.
Erdaoqiao is the busiest business district in Wumu City, and the streets are full of specialty stores of various ethnic products. The most famous of them is undoubtedly the Grand Bazaar at the southern end of Erdao Bridge.
The Grand Bazaar means the national language market and the farmer's market.
At this moment, the tall and thin man and woman had just come out of the bazaar, carrying bags in their hands, which were some small items they had just bought.
As expected of an old Jianghu, Zhao Lei didn't lose track of him, hanging behind him not far or near, completely unaffected by the flow of people.
In fact, he was a little strange, the two targets looked very leisurely, as if they really came to go shopping. Look here, look around there, wandering inside for more than an hour before coming out.
After that, the two got on the bus again.
Zhao Lei followed up, very cautiously posing as an ordinary passenger. While walking, he found that the route of the car was going out, and it was getting farther and farther away from the urban area.
At the edge of the second ring road, at a small station, the two got off the bus.
There is a large area of abandoned factories here, most of which have been shelved, leaving a dilapidated factory area. Surround it with iron nets, and hire an old man as a janitor to prevent anyone from stealing scrap iron.
Could it be their stronghold? Zhao Lei felt strange, and followed for a short distance. Suddenly, the two quickened their pace and turned around a pile of rubble. He tiptoed to chase after it, and also turned to the left.
What about people
not good!
Seeing the emptiness in front of him, he knew he had been spotted, and hurried to run, but his eyes went dark.
…
"Usually blowing like the sky, how about the critical moment? How?"
In the city hall compound, in the bureau director's office, Director Tong was slapping the table in a rage: "Is anyone watching the idea of setting up a stronghold in the mountainous area? He said he's keeping a back hand in Dakang, where the hell is the back hand? They went straight into the city! Who found out? They're not our people!"
"..."
The two deputy directors sat across from each other, pouted furtively, and seemed indifferent.
There is no way out, when the head office comes down, the sub-bureau has to stand aside, lagging behind in everything, and still have to serve with a smile. So the leader seems to be angry, and it may be that he is not gloating.
In the officialdom, you pressure me, I pressure you, you hand over to me, I hand over to you, it's perfectly normal. There are too many factions, the big factions break up into small factions, and the small factions are specific to each person, making it chaotic.
Even if it is a system, it is not necessary to be so united. Of course, the big goal is the same, and the task must be completed.
Director Tong made a fuss and felt a lot more relieved. He asked, "Does the people from the General Administration know?"
"It has been reported, and let us follow up first and follow the instructions."
"Instructions... Hmph! Does that Zhao Lei know anything?"
"It shouldn't be a problem. He is a veteran policeman for many years, and that's what he came from."
"Can the location be found?"
"Yes, the mobile phones we distribute can be automatically located, and they should be in..."
"Boom boom boom!"
Just as he was talking, someone knocked on the door outside, but it was a guy from the background monitoring center who came in and said, "Report! Zhao Lei's coordinates have been stationary at the building materials factory in the west of the second ring road. It has been ten minutes. Please ask for further instructions."