Arrangement of Chen Jiang to Nanjing is the most critical part of Fang Buwei’s plan.

The fire under the pot has been taken away. I see how your pot of water boils?

But Fang Buwei didn't take it lightly, and he had to continue to investigate the clues that should be investigated.

He was going to find out first, who was delivering food to Boss Qu when he went to the hospital every day.

It's definitely not Mrs. Song.

Just thinking about it can tell that after just experiencing assassination, no matter how careless the guards around Mrs. Song were, they would never let her eat the food brought in from outside.

The possibility of a termination is greater.

Fang Buwei asked Fu Huizhong to summon the two spies from the hospital back.

These two team members stayed in the hospital and were specially sent to send messages.

For example, if the chairman or the attendant's office needs to seek the opinions and suggestions of Mrs. Song and Duanna, he will definitely not send messages or make phone calls from public channels. The safest thing is naturally the secret radio station of the secret service.

If Mrs. Song and Duan Na have any news to convey to Nanjing, they will also go through the radio station of Suzhou Station.

This is by far the safest channel of contact.

So the two spies were in the hospital almost twenty-four hours, just outside the wards of Mrs. Song and Duanna.

Someone has visited Duanna and Mrs. Song, and these two should have an impression.

Fang Buwei naturally asked alone and did not allow Fu Chengzhong to participate.

And afterwards, the two spies must be detained separately.

Fang Buwei thought that Boss Qu had such a high level of awareness. If he had been there, the two team members should remember it very clearly.

But I didn't expect that these two team members could not remember them at all.

"There are too many people visiting every day!" the first team member replied.

"There are more people visiting the consultant of the terminal than the wife..." This is the original words of the second team member, "and most of them are foreigners..."

Mrs. Song’s character is "friendly to the people". If you can find a suitable reason to visit her, you think the status is not low, so Mrs. Song naturally won’t refuse for no reason. It is abnormal if there are fewer people.

But where did these people who visited Duanna emerge?

Duanna's identity is only an advisor, without real position, and even less real power. Does anyone want to take this opportunity to curry favor with him?

Another thing is, where did these foreigners emerge?

Fang Buwei was a little confused.

After asking for a long time, I didn't ask anything, and the two men in Fu Hui were locked up.

The hospital is definitely not allowed, and no one can guarantee whether Boss Qu has left a backup plan in the hospital.

Once someone checks this matter, wouldn’t he tell Boss Qu that someone has found out about the hospital?

Now I can only wait for news from Chen Jiang.

Just in case, Fang Buwei called Fu Huizhong in and advised him: Don’t be curious, it will kill people, maybe it’s the kind that doesn’t even have scum left.

Fu Huizhong is smart and smart. From the fact that he can become the Suzhou Ya webmaster, he could hear the voice of Fang Buwei on the spot.

What does it mean that there is no residue left?

Of course, it is the kind of death that goes unaware of it, or if you die, others will disappear after you die.

The storm rolled in the center of the Fu Association, but his face was silent and he just nodded heavily.

He could see that Fang Buweizhen was not intentionally scaring him, otherwise he would not have said the same words to him twice.

After seeing Fu Cheng off, Fang Buwei hid in the bed without any sleepiness.

He was wondering if the news leaked, would a group of gunmen break out and wipe out himself?

...

A small red brick building on the lakeside in Hangzhou.

The houses on the edge of West Lake in later generations rose to a high price, and in the Republic of China era eighty years ago, the prices were not low.

Not to mention buying, those who can afford to rent are quite rich.

Fang Bubu couldn't sleep, but Boss Qu slept peacefully.

In addition to him, there was a man in pajamas in the room, sitting by the other bed smoking.

The ashtray in front of me was already filled with cigarette butts.

Why haven't you come yet?

The man walked to the window and opened a crack in the curtain.

But today is cloudy and the street lights have already turned off. It is pitch black outside the window and you can't even see the stars.

The man threw down the curtains, looked at Boss Qu who was snoring, snorted coldly, and pushed Boss Qu's back.

"Well..." Boss Qu squeaked unconsciously, opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him, then asked, "Is he back?"

The man shook his head.

"What did you tell me to do if you haven't come back?" Boss Qu complained, turned over and prepared to continue sleeping.

Before he could turn around, a few movements came from downstairs. The man who had just pushed him looked cold and he pressed his ear against the window.

The building door was opened and closed again, and then the lights were on outside, as if someone had followed the stairs to the second floor.

"Here you come!" the man shouted and quickly met him.

The man who came back was also a man wearing a short windbreaker. He looked not old, at most in his early thirties and had a very fair face.

"How is it?" asked the man in pajamas.

"No news!" The man in the windbreaker took off his hat and hung it on the hanger.

"No?" the man in the pajamas muttered and asked again, "What do you say above?"

"I said let's wait a little longer!" the man in the windbreaker replied.

"Wait?" the man in the pajamas frowned, "It's been two days, when will I have to wait?"

"What's wrong with two days?" Boss Qu walked out yawning, sat down leisurely, and didn't forget to pour himself a cup of herbal tea to refresh himself: "You haven't experienced the efficiency of these institutions in the Republic of China government, so naturally I don't know..."

"Doesn't you even dare to be perfunctory about the assassination of President Jiang's only son?" the man in the pajama asked with a sneer.

"It's a bit too perfunctory!" Boss Qu said slowly and orderly, "The Zhejiang Security Commander has personally brought people to Xikou. The youngest major general of the National Government and the most powerful spy leader have all chased him to Suzhou. How do you want them to pay attention?"

"The youngest major general and the most powerful spy leader are at this level?" The man in the pajamas sneered, "I left so many clues and evidence. Even if I climb, I should climb to the hospital..."

"There are still some levels!" said the man in the windbreaker who had not spoken. "At least you can stick out your tongue, you can taste the ability of ricin, and you and I can't compare to..."

"This is really not a matter of level!" Boss Qu said with a sneer, "As soon as the special commissioner arrived in Suzhou, you wanted to urge someone to investigate the case. Do you still understand some human accidents? You have to accept the situation and wash the dust..."

"I'm not a Chinese, I don't need to know any human accident!" The man in the pajamas sneered, "But now I understand at least one fact!"

"What's the fact?" Boss Qu asked subconsciously.

"Even if the country is destroyed, you will be responsible for it!"

"I'm going to die!" Boss Qu roared.

:.:
Chapter completed!