301,

This is the follower's follower to the superior.

Takehei Oda was fond of sending messages to pigeons, so the entire spider group naturally followed suit.

But nothing is absolute, there is no 100% security, and there is no 100% secret.

Just like now, in an alley outside the headquarters of the Beihai Chamber of Commerce.

Wang Gezhi was silently monitoring below.

At this moment, he pretended to be a beggar who was wandering on the street, and his two subordinates were also pretending to be beggars.

In the warm sunshine, three beggars were squatting under the wall of the alley, basking in the sun and catching lice, which was common in this Beiping City.

"Huh!"

At this moment, one of the subordinates suddenly felt energetic.

"Have you discovered it?" Wang Gezhi still squinted his eyes and said in a slight slept.

"Captain, something is wrong. I just saw another pigeon flying out of here. This is the third pigeon we have been monitoring here. I suspect that it is a carrier pigeon, a tool for Kuroshima Kawao and the outside to convey information."

"A carrier pigeon?"

Wang Gezhi also kept paying attention to this matter. After hearing what his subordinates said, he immediately said: "You are right, it is very likely that this is a carrier pigeon! I didn't expect that the communication tool invented by our ancestors would be used by these dog days. However, these dog days would not have thought that we actually discovered their secret."

"Captain, then what should we do?"

"This matter does not mean that there are too many people to succeed, and the carrier pigeon is not mean that anyone can control it. But I happen to know someone, and he should be able to catch the carrier pigeon." Wang Gezhi couldn't help but smile when he thought of the man.

"Captain, does he also raise carrier pigeons?"

"No, he's fucking the eagle."

...

At dusk, the Criminal Investigation Department of the Security Department.

Wang Gezhi, who had finished his day of surveillance, has returned. Of course, there will be people there to keep watching, but they only appear in another identity.

After all, if the same strange face appears at the door of the house for several days, it will be difficult not to pay attention. This is a taboo in tracking and surveillance. He will never make such low-level mistakes.

In the office.

When Wang Gezhi briefly reported today's surveillance situation, Chu Mufeng tapped the table with his finger and said thoughtfully.

"Lao Wang, what do you mean is that Kuroshima Kawao uses a carrier pigeon to communicate with the outside without a phone call? The carrier pigeon is his way of transmitting information."

"That's right!"

Thinking of his discovery over the past few days, Wang Gezhi said confidently: "Section Chief, although I dare not say that Kuroshima Kawatsu's contact with the outside world only depends on carrier pigeons, this is definitely the most suitable method for him at the moment."

"As long as we follow the line of the carrier pigeon, we can know who he is sneaking in contact with. We may find clues to the spider group by following the clues."

"Well, what you said makes a lot of sense."

Chu Mufeng stood up and walked back and forth in the office, saying excitedly: "There are two ways now. The first is to catch the pigeon and see what the message is. But this is very difficult. You must catch the pigeon and not hurt the pigeon. Otherwise, once the other party finds that something goes wrong with the pigeon, they will alarm the snake."

"The second is to not move the pigeon, arrange enough staff to search along the pigeon's trail. In this way, as long as the pigeon is the contact information of the spider group, we can find his previous or next home."

"Section Chief, I think we can do two ways together."

"Together?" Chu Mufeng raised his eyebrows.

"right!"

Wang Gezhi followed and said: "Section Chief, there are many ways to catch a pigeon, such as catching a net, or shooting a gun. However, such methods may cause accidents and be easily noticed by the other party, but there is one way that can easily achieve two goals."

"Oh, what's the solution?"

"Use eagle falcons to intimidate!" Wang Gezhi said loudly.

"What does it mean?" Chu Mufeng said with a little confusion.

"I know a friend. His ancestors were the imperial guards who worked in the Qing Dynasty palace. Their family came from the northeast, and their best attitude was to Aoying."

"The eagles he made are really undeniable, and each one is very excellent. What do you think if he used a hawk to stop the carrier pigeon?" Wang Gezhi said in one breath.

"Can't the eagle falcon hurt the carrier pigeon?" Chu Mufeng asked suspiciously. He had never been in contact with this industry.

"No, no!"

Wang Gezhi waved his hands repeatedly and said with certainty: "I have seen him commanding the hawks and falcons to stop the wild pigeons. None of the pigeons were injured and all fell down obediently. This is the instinct of animals."

"Well, that's the case!"

Chu Mufeng pondered for a moment and said directly: "In this way, Lao Wang, let your friend try it as you said. What he has to do is help us get the information about the pigeon. If it is possible, it is best to find out where the pigeon is flying."

"Yes!" Wang Gezhi said excitedly.

"That's it, you continue to monitor Kuroshima Kawao."

"Yes, section chief!"

Of course, Chu Mufeng not only asked Wang Gezhi and the others to monitor, but the other teams were also staring at the relevant people, and the Taiping Car dealer also took action.

As long as people who come out of the Beihai Chamber of Commerce take a rickshaw, the coachman will secretly pay attention to every word they say, every place they go, and everyone they have seen. After returning, they sort out these out and organize them into a book for inquiry.

This big net, either bright or dark, has been scattered, just waiting for the spider group to reveal its legs.

...

Outside the city of Peking, in the prison cells of the island state garrison.

The once energetic Yanghei Suzuki is now lying on the cold ground, lying on the cold ground without any intention of standing up, and letting waves of chills invade into his body.

"Hey, it's time to eat!"

The person in charge of delivering the food threw the food on the ground, but Suzuki Yanghei looked indifferent and let the food be placed alone on the ground, without even looking at it.

"idiot!"

The person who delivered the food shook his head and left on his own. Whether or not he eats or not has nothing to do with him, and this kind of traitor deserves death.

Now there has been a rumor that it is said that Suzuki Yanghei is a shameful traitor. If you are labeled like this, you still want to win sympathy and mercy in places like the army.

"Suzuki, you must survive no matter what!"

"Suzuki, when this mission is over, I will send you away from the Scorpion Group to the headquarters for further study!"

"Suzuki Yanghei, listen to me. If this operation is dangerous, you must live and avenge our brothers in the Scorpion group!"

Recalling the past remarks from Yagyu Kazumizuki to himself, Suzuki Yanghei felt as if he was dead.

He did not expect that he not only failed to rescue Yakuen Sheng, but also trapped himself in, ending up as a spy traitor.

The best spies from the island countries were killed like that.

He had no injuries on his body, but his heart had already become full of troubles.

"Team leader, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for the moment when I see you! Team leader, I know you will believe me. I am definitely not a traitor."

"The spy who betrayed everyone must be Kato Ono. He must be bribed by Chu Mufeng! Team leader, if I say I am killed like this, you must help me avenge me, otherwise I will die with my eyes open! I want Chu Mufeng to die! I want Kato Ono to die! I want Yamamoto Forty-bayashi to die!"

Suzuki Yanghei, who cursed wildly in his heart, had a look of unwillingness on his face.

...

As for Yamamoto Soba, who was lying on the bed to recuperate, he was having a nightmare.

After his boss learned about the news that he confessed, he immediately asked him to commit suicide by cesarean section.

He didn't want to die, so he fled wildly, but there were pursuers from all directions. In the end, he was forced to stand on a cliff with no way to escape.

The boss threw a short knife in front of him and made him commit suicide by breaking his stomach and apologizing!

But this kind of pain is not something that ordinary people can tolerate. Only those extremely stupid idiots will accept this extremely painful suicide!

"No! Don't kill me!"

Yamamoto Soba, who suddenly woke up from the bed, was covered in sweat and screamed out loud.

When he saw clearly that he was the only one here, and just a dream, his heart slowly let go of his hanging heart.

Fortunately no one heard it.

I must not say anything I confess. If Chu Mufeng wants to gain something, he will definitely not reveal the situation I have confessed.

That bastard should be busy investigating the spider group, and he shouldn't care about me anymore.

Dongdong!

At this moment, the door knocked from outside. Yamamoto Soba wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked in a low voice: "Who?"

"Yamamoto, it's me, Tanaka Jiro."

"Oh, it's Tanaka-kun? Come in!"

A middle-aged man in a military uniform quickly walked in from outside. He had a cold face with a angular and mustache. When he saw Yamamoto Soba who was about to sit up with his body, he showed a bit of concern between his eyebrows and hurriedly came forward to support him.

"Yamamoto, you're ready to rest while lying down!"

He is Jiro Tanaka, a major in charge of intelligence collection in the garrison of the island countries outside the castle of Peking.

This time, Yamamoto Sohara was able to exchange it back, and it was Tanaka Jiro who was responsible for it.

"Thank you, I'm fine!" Yamamoto Soba said it was okay, then got off the bed and sat on the chair next to the table.

"Yamamoto, you have suffered this time. Since you are back, you will be well prepared for your injuries. Let's talk about other things later." Tanaka Jiro sat opposite him and comforted.

"Yeah, I know."

Yamamoto Nodded, and a ferocious look of anger appeared on his face: "But I just don't want to recover from my injuries now. What's the use of recuperating from me? Can I save the lives of the dead team members by recuperating from here? They were all killed by the people from the Peking Security Bureau. I want to avenge this deep blood hatred!"

"Yamamoto, don't worry, this revenge will be avenged soon, and they will not die in vain."
Chapter completed!