Song Fuguo liked the spring rain that suddenly came last night. The pedestrians on the street held up umbrellas, which made it easier for him to hide himself in the crowd.

Wearing a halberd held an umbrella and spread far behind Chief Song.

The two of them returned to Shuanglongfang Apartment one after another.

"The boss, no one follows you." Dai Ji reported to Song Fuguo.

Song Fuguo nodded.

He had always been extremely cautious in his actions. He walked to the windowsill naturally, pretended to stretch, and then looked at the rain outside the window. He looked outside naturally, but did not find anything unusual, so he felt relieved.

Turning his head and seeing Dai Ji look surprised, Song Fuguo said with a smile, "Sometimes, the more natural we are, the less suspicious we are."

Dai Ji nodded. He understood what Chief Song said, but he couldn't do it. He would just sneak up to the windowsill and carefully poke his head out to look outside, so that he would feel safe.

Song Fuguo pulled out the box from under the bed, opened it, and took out the gun.

This is the gun that Dai Ji got back from going out the night before yesterday. Song Fuguo was very cautious. He removed the gun, then carefully checked it, and then assembled it to confirm that all parts, including the striker, had no problems.

"The body is clean." Song Fuguo asked Dai Ji casually.

"It's done, and both balls are thrown into the septic tank." Dai Ji said.

Song Fuguo nodded. Throwing the septic tank is not the most perfect way to deal with it. After all, the septic tank's corpse will be discovered sooner or later. However, this is not a perfect criminal case. Even if the corpse is discovered, they have been transferred for some time.

"Let's go." Song Fuguo opened the short gun's security and put it in his briefcase.

Dai Ji packed his suitcase, followed Song Fuguo with the box, pretending to be his boss.

...

Even though it was raining, the incense in Longhua Temple was still very popular.

The country and the country are broken and the livelihood is difficult. More and more people come to pray to God and Buddha.

The Japanese are surging with fierce flames. People who cannot see hope for victory are more likely to place their expectations on the illusory gods.

Song Fuguo took a halberd and pretended to be an ordinary pilgrimage. He respectfully lit the incense and spent 50 cents to buy two bowls of vegetarian noodles.

"Concentrate on eating noodles." Song Fuguo glanced at Dai Ji.

"Original, there are so many people here." Dai Ji said softly. He actually did not agree with Chief Song's choice to connect with others here. He felt that the connector should be in a secluded place, which can avoid people's eyes and ears, and also facilitate timely detection of dangers.

"The big one is hidden in the city." Song Fuguo said, "Eat noodles."

Dai Ji did not agree with the statement that "Da Niu Yucheng", but the commander insisted that he could only obey, while eating noodles in big mouthfuls, while watching the surroundings vigilantly.

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