Longcheng, the headquarters of the National Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.
Su Tianyu left, but Gu Baishun still had to work overtime for him and provide him with information support.
In the meeting room of the Military Department, Gu Baishun was holding a large teacup used exclusively by veteran cadres. He pointed at seven or eight liaison officers and ordered, "Secretly activate the second-level network call password. Secret order, B-level intelligence officers at the second district site of the Regional Affairs Department, enter a sober state, and quickly find out the department that arrested Lu Feng and his current place of detention. If necessary, you can take the risk of exposing your identity, but you must ensure the safety of your team members and yourself."
"yes!"
Everyone nodded. The contact specialist immediately turned on the computer, logged into the website where he could contact the intelligence officer, or the social software, and quickly made a secret call.
These liaison operators actually do not know the detailed information of the military intelligence personnel in each district. They only have secret code books and are mainly responsible for communication, but they do not have any real power.
Gu Baishun is currently the deputy director of the National Bureau of Investigation and also serves as the chief director of the Military Department. His personal power is second only to Su Tianyu, and he was also the one who arranged all the dispatched intelligence officers in Districts 2 and 3.
All in all, Gou Liuzi has studied Gu Baishun thoroughly and has almost developed his sinister temperament to the maximum.
While the liaison specialist was calling, Guo Zhengdao walked in from outside and whispered to Gu Baishun, "Tell me, did the director's head get stuck in the door? Knowing that the situation in District 2 had changed, why did he take the initiative to go to a dangerous place?"
“Slurp!”
Gu Baishun took a sip of tea, bent down and sat on the chair and replied: "If others go, they are not important enough, and the Sixth Department will not pay enough attention. Lu Feng's matter cannot be delayed, otherwise once it is confirmed that he is engaged in espionage activities, no one can rescue him. The director goes to put pressure on the other party. After all, they have the canal to protect them. As long as the other party is not crazy, they will definitely not do anything extreme. Otherwise, if Bana City restricts traffic, how many foreign trade companies in District 2 will jump up and curse?!"
Guo Zhengdao bent down and sat down: "Yes, do you think Lu Feng will be targeted by someone?"
"It's hard to say. But his accident is the beginning of chaos for Chinese civil groups. Districts 1, 2 and 3 are all battlefields." Gu Baishun said accurately: "Just wait and see. In the coming period of time, there will be a lot of massacres surrounding changes in this area."
Guo Zhengdao nodded.
"Report!"
As the two were talking, a liaison specialist stood up and immediately shouted, "Area 2, the intelligence officer codenamed Qingshan Rabbit responded. He said he understood the order from the bureau and would start the investigation as quickly as possible."
"Call back, best wishes." Gu Baishun replied while holding a teacup.
"yes!"
"Report, the code-named intelligence officer of the third production team has responded!"
"Ditto."
"Report, the intelligence agent codenamed Dulong has responded!"
"…!" Gu Baishun put down his teacup and was stunned. He frowned and said, "Fuck, this code name is a bit too much! Call back, best wishes. The organization advises you to change the code name. It is recommended to use a sunny and healthier one."
Within about an hour, six secret intelligence agents responded to the call and went into work.
…
Late at night, around nine o'clock.
In a coffee shop in Manchester, a middle-aged man who drives for a Chinese leader in a municipal unit is sitting by the window, waiting quietly.
He is a Class B agent of the National Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, a military intelligence soldier codenamed Pangolin. He has been in District 2 for more than two years. He first worked at the Lun Port Terminal, and later came to District 2 to drive for the leader after being introduced by someone.
Class B military intelligence agents are generally people who have access to the system or have contact with the system. They are directly managed by the leaders of the local site and have a very high level of confidentiality.
Pangolin was wearing a very ordinary cheap suit. He sat on a chair and turned his head to look out the window from time to time.
He was waiting for a friend from the airport ground management department to come over. According to the information released by the upper level, Lu Feng was arrested at the airport, so the management department must have received the news in advance, so it is very likely that there will be gains if we inquire from this line.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the time they agreed on had passed.
Pangolin was anxious. He looked down at his watch, took out his cell phone and prepared to contact his friend.
“Squeak!”
Just then, a young couple walked in from outside.
Pangolin glanced at them out of the corner of his eye, then looked out the window. He saw two more cars parked outside the alley on the left.
This feeling is not good! Pangolin looked down at his watch again, and finally chose to pretend to make a call and walked towards the bathroom.
The essence of military intelligence work is actually walking on the edge of a knife. For an agent who has been dormant for a long time, it is also very taboo to suddenly contact the information target, especially the information target that has already been revealed.
What does it mean to be open
Something had already happened at the airport, and at this time a driver from a municipal unit suddenly contacted someone inside the airport to inquire about the situation, which in itself was very suspicious, even if the two parties were friends.
But there is no other way. The higher-ups need the information urgently, so Pangolin can only make himself effective as quickly as possible.
However, when walking towards the bathroom, Pangolin still felt a little regretful. He looked up at the sign in the corridor and saw the English sign for the back door exit.
“Swish!”
Pangolin put his right hand in his pocket, quickened his pace, and headed straight for the back door.
“Tramp!”
Immediately afterwards, hurried footsteps were heard from the entrance of the back corridor.
Pangolin started running without thinking. At the same time, he saw out of the corner of his eye that the young couple and four strong men were chasing after him.
"stop!"
"Don't move, or I'll shoot!"
“…!”
A voice shouted from behind, and Pangolin knocked open a bunch of storage boxes, staggered out of the narrow corridor, and came to the iron door at the back of the coffee shop.
“Squeak!”
The door opened, and just as Pangolin was about to rush out, he saw two men in sportswear and baseball caps, one of them holding a Remington gun and squinting at him.
The pangolin was stunned, thinking that they were local military intelligence personnel, and instinctively raised his arm to shoot.
"You go over there."
At this moment, the two of them actually moved away.
The pangolin paused for a moment, then rushed out.
“Crash!”
“Crash!”
The two men pulled the bolt of their guns at the same time and pointed their guns at the narrow corridor.
"Bang!"
“Crash!”
"Bang!"
“…!”
Gunshots rang out in the dark night, blood mist rose in the corridor, and the six agents from the Sixth Division were caught off guard and were beaten to a bloody pulp by Remington. Their bodies fell to the ground with their bodies broken into pieces.
The pangolin was confused.
After they had made a fire, the two men turned around and left, very quickly and efficiently.
"You... are you from the operations department of the bureau?" Pangolin thought he had met one of his own and looked up and asked.
Next to him, next to an off-road vehicle with a covered license plate, a thin young man wearing a peaked cap raised his head and shouted at Pangolin: "There are only six of them. You've been exposed. Just go back home. And...!"
“What?” asked the pangolin.
"Tell Director Su that our old friend saved his men's lives and he owes us a favor." The young man opened the car door and got in, waving his hand and shouting, "Goodbye."
What old friend
What favor
Even the most powerful agent Pangolin was confused.