"Then you go to the hospital first, come back to see me when you have free time!" Gao Sizhong said.

Fang Buwei responded and left Gao Sizhong's office.

He was going to follow him.

With the system, Fang Buwei is more confident. To put it bluntly, he is expanding. That is why he puts such a request to Gao Sizhong.

But Gao Sizhong was originally cautious and suffered a lot of losses from Japanese spies. How could he agree to him?

What Gao Sizhong said is not unreasonable. Japanese spies are not vegetarians. If you are not careful, they may alert the other party. If you really want to run away, you will have no place to cry even if you regret it.

But Fang Buwei also has his own considerations. If the driver really goes to connect with other offline and doesn't keep up, he will waste a tracker.

The red dot that represents the driver has not moved yet, but it does not mean that the driver will not go out. Moreover, the headquarters is not close to Yao Tiannan's home and the eavesdropper cannot receive real-time recordings, so Fang Buwei is in a hurry.

He had just left the office building of the intelligence department and walked towards him a young officer. Seeing Fang Bushishi, he greeted him.

"Captain Fang?"

Fang Buwei looked up and saw that it was a captain officer.

He definitely didn't know each other, so he had to call him, "Are you busy?"

"Come to the intelligence department to send a document!" replied the young officer, "I heard that you are injured and are you already well?"

"I haven't been discharged from the hospital yet!" Fang Buwei replied, "Do you know where Lin Zhicheng is now?"

"Lin Zhicheng, he has been promoted and is now in the General Affairs Department!" the officer replied.

"Can you help me point me!" Fang Buwei said.

The young officer glanced at Fang Buwei in surprise.

That's right, Fang Buwei, a colleague has been working for a year, and he can't admit his mistake. But how could Fang Buwei not know where the General Affairs Department is? It's not that someone pretended to be.

"I've been hurt a little, and I don't have a good memory!" Fang Buwei pointed to his head.

"The General Affairs Department is there!" The young officer pointed at the direction and looked at Fang Buwei half-believingly.

Fang Buwei nodded and thanked him, and went to find Lin Zhicheng.

The young officer sent the documents and quickly returned to the Operations Department. He knocked on the door of Hu Changan, the head of the Operations Department, and said in surprise: "Section Chief, when I saw Fang Buwei, did he say he had lost his memory?"

Hu Changan raised his head, looked at his adjutant, and said lightly: "I suffered two heavy blows in the brain. If he survived, he would be lucky. What is the memory loss?"

Guan Jingyan was assassinated in Shanghai, involving the Shanghai Station of the Secret Service, and has not yet been investigated. Therefore, the case has not been announced. So far, it is limited to the knowledge of the senior chief of the Secret Service.

Hu Changan is the deputy section chief of the Operations Department, so he naturally knows the details.

"No wonder I have to apply for a transfer!" the adjutant said to himself.

"Where did you see him?" Hu Chang'an felt aroused and asked casually.

"It seems he just got downstairs in the intelligence department!" the adjutant replied.

"Information Department?" Chief Hu said silently in his heart, "Is it because he went to the Judicial Department for review?"

...

Fang Buwei asked all the way and finally found Lin Zhicheng's office. He opened the door and saw Lin Zhicheng holding a newspaper, reading with relish.

"Is it quite comfortable?" Fang Buwei said with a smile.

"Why are you here?" Lin Zhicheng asked in surprise.

"I'll do something for you!" Fang Buwei closed the door with a smile.

Seeing his appearance, Lin Zhicheng knew that he had something to say, put down the newspaper and said seriously: "What's the matter?"

Fang Buwei took out a purse and threw it on the table: "Help me find a rickshaw, work clothes of various colors, find a few sets according to my body shape, and prepare a few more license plates..."

"Is there a task?" Lin Zhicheng asked in a low voice.

Fang Buwei didn't say anything, just nodded.

"Your injury has not been cured..." Lin Zhicheng wanted to speak but stopped, and he swallowed the rest of his words.

"Why don't you let your men go?" Lin Zhicheng asked.

Why did Fang Buwei also take care of the team members and more than ten people, why did he let him go in person?

"I'm not relieved!" Fang Buwei replied vaguely.

When Lin Zhicheng heard Fang Buwei's words, he knew that he was going to disguise himself and take action. The task was definitely not simple, and he couldn't ask more questions.

Lin Zhicheng threw the wallet to Fang Buwei: "It's just a rickshaw, what's the money?"

Fang Buwei didn't understand the twists and turns in this, but I thought Lin Zhicheng would not do anything to oppress good things, so he didn't ask too much.

Seeing Lin Zhicheng making a call, he didn't know who to explain it to. After he hung up the phone, Fang Buwei asked with concern: "The news will not be leaked!"

"Don't worry about it!" Lin Zhicheng smiled faintly.

"Find some gouache for women, and then make some ash for pot. It would be even better if it was the e-liquid in the pipe..." Fang Buwei got there.

Lin Zhicheng went out to prepare these things for him again.

More than half an hour later, the phone came back. Lin Zhicheng said without saying anything: "The car is coming!"

Fang Buwei followed Lin Zhicheng, bypassed the small building of the General Affairs Department and came to a back door.

"This door is usually only purchased by the General Affairs Department and is only released during transportation. Most people will not pay attention to it!" Lin Zhicheng explained.

Fang Buwei gave a thumbs up in his heart. He just said that he was disguised as going out. Lin Zhicheng thought of this, and he was worthy of being an old partner.

The rickshaw was parked outside, and the rickshaw driver was brought in by two spies.

When Lin Zhicheng saw that his figure was 80% similar to himself.

Maybe it's been explained a long time ago, the rickshaw driver is not very nervous, but just laughs when he sees everyone.

Let the two team members go out and wait first, Fang Buwei asked the rickshaw driver some details.

Fang Buwei asked carefully where he could not stop, where he could not enter, or how he could even run, how he would greet guests. Lin Zhicheng next to him looked sideways.

Fang Buwei also took out a map and asked the rickshaw driver and Lin Zhicheng to mark it for him.

After asking, the team members were asked to take the rickshaw driver away, but Fang Buwei started changing clothes. Then he checked the license plate.

There are six pictures in total, which is enough.

Finally he started putting on makeup.

He took out a piece of white paper, poured out the gouache and e-liquid separately, and then mixed it bit by bit. After a few minutes, he made a pile of yellow things.

Fang Buwei poured two drops, rubbed them in his palm, and then applied them on his face and neck, without letting them go.

After one or two strokes, Fang Buwei's face turned yellow, and Lin Zhicheng blinked his eyes.

He took out the glue that Lin Zhicheng brought and evenly applied it to the temples on both sides. Then he used both hands to squeeze the skin that had been applied to the glue together. After the glue dries, obvious wrinkles appeared in the temples and corners of the eyes.

"Come on a cigarette!" Fang Buwei said.

Lin Zhicheng immediately opened the cigarette box and took out a piece for Fang Buwei to light it. Fang Buwei sucked it hard and then bounced the ashes on the table.

Seeing that the amount was almost the same, Fang Buwei threw away the cigarette butt, put the ash on his hands, rubbed it in his palms, and then applied it on his face.
Chapter completed!