"The underground party is omnipresent, and it's not surprising that it can get involved in the Qing Gang..." Saki replied.

"Yes!" Tong Miao nodded in agreement and said, "The police department used the street to block the street and search, which means that they attach great importance to this matter. All those who inform us will withdraw, and you should not show up again. If you pass on the information, just use the phone!"

"Okay!" Saki responded and said, "I'll go out for the last time and notify the insider of the police department, so that he can find a way to investigate the specific progress of Zhao Shirui's investigation!"

"Be careful!" Tong Miao explained again.

"I understand!" Saki replied, and just as he was about to leave, the sound of firecrackers sounded outside again.

Saki stopped, and after the firecrackers ended, he pointed outside and asked, "Your Excellency, why didn't the Police Department ban this place?"

"Commander Gu wants to burn incense, who dares to seal it?" Tong Miao sneered.

The dojo of Jiming Temple was organized by Gu Zhenlong in the middle.

No wonder!

After Saki left the foreign business, he found that there were many monks outside, covering half a street.

When the monks at Jiming Temple were doing rituals, they even regarded half of Ziwu Road as a temple.

...

Everything is ready.

The arrested personnel in the grocery store, Changmao Commercial Bank, cargo yard, Danfeng Street and other places have been in place.

Now I'll wait for Fang Buwei to give an order.

"Do you remember what I said?" Gu Zhenlong asked sternly.

"Don't worry, commander, remember the humble position in your heart!" Fang Buwei ordered the same as the chicken eating rice.

In order to participate in the arrest personally, Fang Buwei said a lot of words, and felt that his tongue was a little short.

But the faster Fang Wei agreed, the more Gu Zhenlong refused.

Fang Buwei agreed so happily yesterday, saying that he would never take any risk. As a result, as soon as he arrived at the north of Gulou, he threw his subordinates at the contact point and ran to reconnaissance himself.

Chen Zuyan next to him wanted to speak but stopped, but in the end he didn't say the urging words.

Once he opened his mouth, it would definitely have a negative effect, but it would be strange if Gu Zhenlong agreed.

But if Fang Buwei doesn't go, no one will feel at ease.

Chen Zuyan quietly winked at Chen Chao.

Chen Chao blinked, raised his hand and looked at his watch, and said to Gu Zhenlong: "It's getting late!"

"Get out!" Gu Zhenlong roared angrily.

Fang Buwei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and ran away in panic.

Seeing that Fang Buwei went out, Chen Chao advised again: "It's not that Fang Buwei is not ignorant of the measure. You have already used your confinement to threaten him. How could he dare to do whatever he wants?"

"Bah!" Gu Zhenlong spat, "I dare to bet with you that when he leaves this door, he can take my words as an indifferent ear..."

"Don't worry, Commander, I used to be reconnaissance, but now I'm arresting..." Ma Chunfeng said again, "With so many good players, Fang Buwei will not be able to take risks in person anymore!"

Gu Zhenlong snorted coldly, meaning you will see it again then.

"Look at me what I'm doing?" Seeing Chen Chao staring at him, Gu Zhenlong shouted again, "Do the serious business!"

Chen Chao rolled his eyes helplessly, turned around, picked up a piece of paper and slapped it in front of Yin Wenzhen.

Yin Wenzheng, Director of the Training Department of the Capital Police Department.

In the morning, he asked Zhao Shirui's subordinates. After learning that Zhao Shirui had gone to the Central Prison, he reported it to Saki's contact point in Danfeng Street.

"Do you want to teach you?" Chen Chao asked coldly.

Yin Wenzheng suddenly shook his head.

Fang Buwei was not ruthless at all for such a traitor who sold his ancestors and sought honor. He was electrocuted when he came up. As a result, Yin Wenzheng collapsed and asked what he asked.

Yin Wenzheng took a few deep breaths and recited the information on the paper.

...

The rituals take three days, and they are all day and night, but after the third hour of the lunar month, that is, after 9:30 pm, firecrackers are not allowed to be set off.

The rituals of Jiming Temple were naturally not arranged. For this reason, Gu Zhenlong used his relationship and specially invited a great monk from Lingyin Temple to come.

Fang Buwei looked at his watch. It was almost nine o'clock, and it was still half an hour before the sound of firecrackers stopped.

Totally enough.

Just after walking through the door opening, there were a long row of beggars sitting near the North Pole Pavilion, with dozens of them.

When he saw Fang Buwei, a beggar raised the broken bowl, and the other party shouted: "Donor, okay..."

Mr. Sun just came back.

This is the hidden meaning hidden in this sentence.

After Chen Chang's fake news was sent out, Fang Buwei ordered Zhao Shirui to send police from various stations to search the streets one by one. Now it has been blocked to Danfeng Street, and it is impossible to transfer information by relying on manpower.

Mr. Sun now wants to contact his intelligence officer or insider, so he can only rely on the phone.

Fang Bu’s ultimate intention for this move was to let Mr. Sun expose all contact points and force all Mr. Sun’s subordinates to the north of Gulou and catch them all in one go.

"Donor, be good..." Seeing that Fang Buwei was indifferent, Zheng Shifei reminded him again.

Fang Buwei looked up and almost couldn't help it.

Ragged clothes, unkempt face...

The beggar played by Captain Zheng did not appear here out of thin air. All these beggars were attracted by the dojo of Jiming Temple.

In addition to Battalion Commander Zheng, at least a dozen team members were mixed in.

Captain Zheng glared at Fang Buwei in a faint way and held the bowl in front of Fang Buwei.

"Get out!" Fang Buwei rebuked and left.

The monk who was responsible for maintaining the order of the beggars next to him glared at Fang Buwei, meaning that he dared to speak rudely in the Buddhist holy land.

Fang Buwei didn't know what the monk was doing when he was preaching and what details were there. Gu Zhenlong told him for a long time, but he didn't understand it.

At this moment, even half of Ziwu Road became the dojo of Jiming Temple.

Starting from the mountain gate of the North Pierre Pavilion, there is a monk carrying a lantern every few meters. One is to welcome guests and the other is to lead the way.

At the entrance of the mountain gate, there was a brute monk like a mountain standing, with one hand and a golden steel pestle in his other hand.

This monk should be a mountain guardian, majestic and powerful without anger...

It's Ye Xingzhong.

When he saw Fang Buwei, Ye Xing's hard-working palm moved his little finger.

It means that people from Dasheng Foreign Company have never been to and from here again.

Behind Ye Xingzhong was the drainage hole leading to the cargo yard and Dasheng Foreign Company. At this time, a piece of red cloth was covered with the entrance of the hole.

Fang Buwei nodded and continued walking in.

After walking forward for more than ten meters, he stepped down the roadbed and drilled into the bushes on the side of the road.

Following him, there were several monks on the roadside.

"If you hear the sound of firecrackers, act. Remember, it is firecrackers, not fireworks..." Fang Buwei explained to Liu Anqiang, who was wearing a cassock.

"Isn't it enough to attack directly? Why do you want to go in and reconnaissance?" Liu Anqiang asked in confusion.
Chapter completed!