Around two o'clock in the middle of the night, Kong Zhenghui and his men quietly came to a coffee shop next to a street in District 2.
At this late hour, the lights in the cafe were still on. Some customers were sitting inside, some chatting, some working.
Kong Zhenghui did not rush to take action, but sat quietly in the car, waiting on the street.
Daliang and his men were sitting in the car, trying to stay awake and organize their guns.
Around 3:30 in the morning, the lights in the cafe gradually dimmed.
Daliang was shocked, turned his head and said to Kong Zhenghui: "Brother, it's almost done."
Kong Zhenghui looked around and saw that under the dim street lights, the streets were empty and there were not many people.
"Do it."
"good!"
Daliang brought four tough brothers with him and covered their faces with scarves.
“Crash!”
The door of the business car suddenly opened, and five people holding Remingtons rushed into the cafe at a very fast speed.
“Bang!”
Daliang kicked open the door of the cafe, raised his Remington, and yelled at the store manager and the waiter: "If you don't want to die, get down on the ground!"
"Oh, God, don't shoot!"
Seeing the black muzzles of the guns, the store manager and the waiter both lay on the ground obediently with their hands behind their backs, their movements very smooth and skillful.
The store manager was lying there, looking pale, and he shouted very skillfully: "Please don't hurt us, the money is in the machine at the counter!"
"Go get the money!" Daliang winked at his brother next to him.
Two of them pretended to be robbers, smashed the cash register at the counter and grabbed handfuls of banknotes.
"Bang!"
Daliang hit him hard on the back with the butt of his gun and threatened: "Find the surveillance video! I don't want to cause any trouble!"
"I'll take you there."
The store manager was very cooperative. He stood up with his hands raised, and walked to the monitoring room at the back with Daliang and two other people.
"It's right here..."
The store manager pointed at a computer in front of him. Daliang didn't hesitate and knocked the other person unconscious with the butt of his gun.
Then, a brother who was good at computers came forward, turned on the computer, and started typing away. According to the date provided by Liu Dongyu, he called up the relevant surveillance footage, checked it, and copied it to a mobile hard drive.
Daliang even took out his cell phone and took a few photos of the people in the picture.
After everything was done, they deleted today's surveillance footage, used the same trick again to knock the clerk unconscious, and then left.
…
The group moved very quickly, coming and going like the wind. In less than ten minutes, they ran out of the cafe and returned to the business car.
This series of events did not attract anyone's attention, and no one even realized that the cafe had just experienced a robbery.
Before finding Zhang Yuan, in order to avoid alerting the enemy, Kong Zhenghui used robbery to cover up their real purpose. After all, this was in the territory of Districts 1 and 2 and it was easy to be targeted by the military intelligence department.
After the car started, Kong Zhenghui immediately asked, "Did you find it?"
"Found it." Daliang made an OK gesture, took out his mobile phone and showed the photos he had taken to Kong Zhenghui.
Kong Zhenghui took a look at the photo, then showed it to Liu Dongyu, who was trembling and sitting in the last row of the car: "Is it him?"
"Yes, yes, it's him!" Liu Dongyu nodded his head like pounding garlic.
Although he successfully obtained the photos, Kong Zhenghui was stuck in a deadlock again.
The Kong family was formed through association, and they had extensive connections in the underworld, and they had no shortage of available people. However, their capabilities in military intelligence were much weaker, because Kong Zhenghui had never been involved in this kind of work.
Now we only have the photos, but we don’t know how to find Zhang Yuan’s whereabouts.
Kong Zhenghui looked at the photo in his hand, resting his chin on his hand, and fell into deep thought.
At this time, Daliang, who was sitting next to him, saw that he was frowning and couldn't help but offer advice: "Brother, it's not easy for you to check someone. Just call the An Department. Since this guy is a military intelligence officer, they may have a record of him."
Kong Zhenghui whispered, "I don't want to look for Yu Mingyuan before the matter is investigated clearly."
As he said that, he put down the photo and thought for a moment, "Forget it, let's find Tonghui."
The call was quickly connected, and Zhou Tonghui's somewhat hurried voice rang out: "Zhenghui, how are you doing over there? Have you found anything?"
"I found some." Kong Zhenghui nodded gently: "But now the clue is stuck here, I need you to help me find someone in District 1."
"Okay, who?" Zhou Tonghui agreed without hesitation.
"Someone from the military intelligence department, but don't show up yourself." Kong Zhenghui had already thought of the details and told the other party on the phone: "You know a lot of people and have channels. Find other connections to get this done. I'll take the money you need. You can bid a higher price. I'll send you his photo later."
Zhou Tonghui replied: "No problem."
Kong Zhenghui was relieved: "Okay, let me know if there is any news."
Zhou Tonghui's tone was full of concern as he reminded her, "Be careful over there too. If anything happens, don't just stand there and call me."
"I understand. I'll hang up now."
"Um… "
After the two hung up the phone, Kong Zhenghui leaned back in his chair and fell into deep thought again.
…
In Longcheng, in the forest next to a crematorium.
After He Yan met the plastic surgery face, the two went out together first and then returned here.
The man with the plastic surgery face took out a box of crumpled cigarettes and gave one to He Yan.
He Yan thought about it, took the cigarette, and said, "When will we move?"
The man with the plastic surgery face took a deep puff of his cigarette and responded in a low voice: "The periphery has been controlled. It will take only one or two days. As long as there is news, we will take action. You should be prepared. Use the same group of people as before."
As he spoke, the man with the plastic surgery face took out his phone and showed it to him: "Remember, this is the next target."
He Yan glanced at the photo above, a trace of astonishment appeared on his face, and he couldn't help but ask: "Are you going to touch him so soon?!"
The plastic surgery face deleted the photo, put away the phone, chuckled and said: "Haha, Su Tianyu is not dead, he may jump out at any time to take charge of the situation, so those of us who are at the helm must also keep adjusting the direction."
He Yan smoked a cigarette, looked at the plastic surgery face with a heavy heart, and suddenly asked: "After finishing this job, can we leave?"
"That's right." The man with plastic surgery face replied affirmatively.
Hearing this, He Yan didn't say anything, but just nodded slowly and continued smoking in the cold wind.
After a long time, the plastic surgery face looked at He Yan and whispered, "Don't worry, I'm different from them. I won't play dirty."
"Um!"
He Yan nodded.