District 9

Qi Lin spent a long time in Yaoguang, Jiangzhou in the early years, working with goods on the road every day. He had seen too many old youtiaos of all kinds, so he didn't pay attention to He Dachuan's compliments at all. , only asked with a sneer: "Haha, what kind of name have you heard of me?"

"That's a lot." He Dachuan's face turned pale, he slowly sat up, and said with a pair of thin-skinned lips fluttering up and down: "...it was you, Master Qi, who attacked Songjiang, Halong City, walked northwest, and entered Sichuan Mansion. As the main force, commanding the troops! I am not exaggerating at all. In our Zangyuan area, there are people who have never heard of Gu Tai'an, but they have never heard of your name, Master Qi. I have never seen any of them. When I talked to Pu If you are a blind man, you all form a brigade, and you will really gain a great reputation."

When Qi Lin heard this, he was a little confused. He thought that when the mixed brigade participated in the war in the northwest, in addition to being beaten, the only thing left was to be beaten. There was a large-scale desertion in the army, and Qin Yu almost punished him for this. , which gave Mao a prestigious reputation.

Meng Xi frowned but said nothing.

"Really, Mr. Qi, I'm not exaggerating at all. Our Xingshan gang has always regarded you and Mr. Qin as the founders of the industry..." The most awesome thing about He Dachuan is that he doesn't know what to say. Feeling awkward and uncomfortable.

Qi Lin looked at him and was a little surprised, because although he was well-informed, he had never seen anyone lick this.

"Who is your ancestor? Can your gangsters on Xingshan compare with the old Yaoguang?!" The guard was Yaoguang's old man. He cursed unhappily: "When the hell did we rob him? When did I become like you and dare to do anything?!"

"Yes, yes!" He Dachuan nodded immediately: "How can we bastards compare with Yaoguang's brothers? We don't understand the rules. We just do whatever we want for the sake of money, and make things big if we are not careful. It’s time to clean up. We are indeed not human beings.”

"Okay." Qi Lin waved his hand.

He Dachuan shut up immediately.

"What are you going to do about Beifengkou?" Qi Lin asked.

Meng Xi thought for a while and said: "How cousin Xiao Ai got in, we will get in the same way."

Qi Lin looked at him: "You continue."

"The management inside is so strict, and there is also abuse. The workers must have been attrition for a long time." Meng Xi had obviously thought about it: "Let's find a way to sneak in by pretending to be deceived."

"The management inside is so strict, how to solve the communication problem? If you get the information, can you release it?" Qi Lin asked.

"We have to wait until we contact the smuggler who sent people to this base to plan." Meng Xi said in a low voice: "We don't know what's going on inside. Trying to find a solution now is just talk on paper and has no practical significance."

Qi Lin nodded slowly.

"There cannot be fewer people. At least fifty people must be organized, so that it looks like they are really going to work." Meng Xi continued: "Lao He and I will lead the team. Of course, you can send people to follow the team and keep tabs. "

Qi Lin stepped in and looked at him: "Shepi, who acts as the middleman, should we contact you better, or you?"

"It's best for us." Meng Xi said without hesitation: "The snake skin that can be given to this military base must be someone who knows the inside story to some extent and is very reliable and dare not rebel. If you intervene now, you will easily be Find out. If we don't tell you if we can't get in then, it will be easy to alert the enemy."

Qi Lin looked at Meng Xi and thought to himself that this person could talk to him so calmly in such an environment, completely unlike a person who had only served as a company commander.

Boldness can be innate, but brains and reflexes cannot be faked.

…

Military Supervision Bureau Songjiang Station, inside the office building.

Ma Laoer was sitting in the reception room, clasping his hands and looking at Yang Cheng.

In the main seat, Yang Cheng was flipping through Songjiang Station's funding reports, lists of public officials, lists of managers and other information, and asked in a calm tone: "You were recruited into the Military Supervision Bureau because you participated in the plan to attack No. 57. Bar?"

"Yes." Ma Laoer nodded.

"When Songjiang Station is established, you will serve as the station director?" Yang Cheng flipped through the documents without any expression on his face.

"yes."

"In your financial statements, there are many expenditures that are not clearly recorded." Yang Cheng then asked: "In the Eighth District Civil War, you spent 15 million in expenditures a month. What did you use it for?"

"Collecting military intelligence about the fifth, eighth, and seventh districts." Ma Laoer replied calmly: "There is some information that was purchased on the black market. Songjiang Station's finances cannot be settled, so remember It’s a bit vague. But this is the acquiescence within the Military Supervision Bureau, and the higher-ups also approved the note.”

Yang Cheng slowly put down the information and looked at Ma Laoer sharply: "Someone within the Military Supervision Bureau reported you and took advantage of his authority to provide intelligence to other forces."

Ma Laoer frowned.

"Is this happening?" Yang Cheng intervened and asked.

"No, I have never leaked any information on the site." Ma Laoer shook his head.

"The list of military intelligence officers who died in the line of duty at Songjiang Station is very general. This is not acceptable. I want the details of the death of all officers..." Yang Cheng always had a non-hurried tone, and asked Ma Laoer very pointedly. The problem.

Ma Laoer sits as straight as a bell and responds like a flow.

After a full forty minutes passed, Yang Cheng looked directly at Ma Laoer and said, "Okay, let's stop here. You can go."

"good."

Ma Laoer stood up and left.

Five minutes later, the deputy director of Songjiang Station entered the room and started talking to Yang Cheng.

…

outdoor.

Ma Laoer loosened his collar, walked to the hall and lit a cigarette.

Bao Jun came over from the side and whispered: "Second brother, this b doesn't look like an easy character to deal with."

"Yes, the person who came here is evil." Ma Laoer took a deep breath of cigarette and replied: "It's not only us who are in trouble, Bureau Wu is also in a worrying situation now!"

While the two were standing in the hall chatting, the remaining officers of major level and above also entered the room in batches to be interviewed.

This group of people were trembling when they went in, and when they came out, they basically looked exhausted.

What is the Secret Investigation Service? That is where he can only ask and you can speak, but you have no right to refute or question.

This is a military intelligence unit among military intelligence units, a sharp knife buried by Commander He in the Military Supervision Bureau.

At around twelve o'clock in the night, Yang Cheng left the reception room with everyone in his team.

The deputy director of Songjiang Station immediately said with a smile: "Director Yang, it's quite late. Let's have a meal together?"

"I won't eat anymore." Yang Cheng didn't say a word and just led the people away quickly.

"Hey, what did he ask you?"

"Fuck, what did you tell him?"

"...You really didn't say anything about the intelligence work in District 7 last time, did you? Fuck, I was scared to death. I thought you did...!"

The officers gathered around and began to discuss fearfully.

On the streets, in cars.

Yang Cheng put his hands in his hands and said calmly: "Songjiang Station is the uncleanest. This is a breakthrough."

"Do you want to touch the horse's dick?" the co-pilot asked.

"No, the higher-ups have told him that if Ma Laoer is sensible and wants to get out of here, then let him go." Yang Cheng frowned slightly and said, "After all, the Sichuan government has become bigger now, and he is the core Elder, if you force him to move, it will easily anger Qin Yu, which will not be good for the upper-level layout."

"What if Ma Laoer doesn't leave?"

"...Then he is looking for death." Yang Cheng replied firmly.

…

Sichuan Mansion.

Qi Lin sat in the car and sent Qin Yu a text message: "We can plan for them to go to Beifengkou."