"The target is traveling east along the highway."

Cao Yong is concerned about another question: "The target is still the original white Toyota with the license plate number ending in twenty-two?"

The policeman who reported the news shook his head: "They changed to a black Santana with a license plate number ending in zero five."

Cao Yong and Wang Yongjiang looked at each other and nodded in understanding.

"These guys are very cunning. They drive white cars during the day and change them to black cars at night." Cao Yong looked solemn and murmured to himself: "As the old saying goes: the way is higher, the devil is higher."

Wang Yongjiang asked: "According to the previous assignment, a group was responsible for tracking car No. 22. They reported that they had lost track of the target. How did they find out later?"

"There were two cars in one group, numbered A and B. In order to prevent being noticed, car A passed once on Highway 33 and arrived at the gas station at the midway intersection in advance to rest. According to the plan, the spectators changed cars there.

Car. They waited there for a long time until car B arrived.

No target was found. Later, based on the analysis of observation stations and speed measurements along the way, it was determined that all vehicles passing by during the time period were suspicious. So the drone was released urgently and the vehicle was accelerated along the way. A black fish was found on the route where a black Santana passed.

The signal given.”

They were some white paper balls, arranged in order of two short and one long, pointing to the Santana.

Wang Yongjiang looked excited and waved his fist vigorously: "Order the Second Group and the Third Group to join the No. 1 Monitoring Group. Keep an eye on Heiyu and pay attention to the movement of that car at all times."

…

Sitting in the car, Hu Pingtao kept sneezing.

In the afternoon, when he got off the expressway in a white Toyota, Hong Zongyuan replaced his cigarette with a whole line of high-quality "Yuxi" at the gas station. Hu Pingtao also took the opportunity to buy a pack of potato chips at the gas station chain supermarket.

Spicy barbecue flavor, very ordinary, very common.

When tearing open the potato chips, Hu Pingtao asked Wang Xuexin and Hong Zongyuan: Do you want some?

The former drove the car and waved his hands to indicate that he did not want to eat this kind of food.

The latter was very shrewd and suspicious. He took the potato chips directly, looked at the outer packaging carefully, picked up a piece from the inside and put it into his mouth to taste it slowly. After making sure that there was no doubt, he returned the potato chips to Hu Ping.

Tao said with a smile: "One piece is enough."

Hu Pingtao sat in the passenger seat and ate slowly until the car drove onto the old road, then entered the farm and changed cars...

When loading the cans and compressed biscuits into the black Santana, Hu Pingtao also took the remaining half bag of potato chips from the Toyota and stuffed them into the space on the door.

It's easy to pretend to sneeze, but it's difficult to make it look like you're crying.

Hu Pingtao put his hand into the bag of potato chips, picked up some broken bits from the bottom with his nails, pretended to dig it and stuffed it into his nostrils. The pepper and chili powder strongly stimulated the sensitive nasal mucosa, and he gave it a hard slap.

sneeze.

It was so real and natural that the snot and saliva even sprayed onto the windshield.

Hu Pingtao quickly reached for the tissue paper placed on the front seat of the car, wiped his nose vigorously, and threw the dirty paper out the window when he was done.

This series of actions went smoothly, and neither Wang Xuexin nor Hong Zongyuan found any flaws.

Looking at the dots of mucus on the windshield, a trace of disgust flashed across Wang Xuexin's face. He tilted his head towards Hu Pingtao, frowned and said, "A Heng, use some paper to clean the glass."

"Okay, okay." Hu Pingtao agreed quickly, took two more pieces of paper, wiped the glass hard, and threw the two dirty papers out of the window.

Two short and one long.

A few minutes later, he repeated his old trick, but this time he controlled his sneeze and did not spray saliva on the glass.

Then, there were two more fast-paced sneezes.

Three paper balls, another repeated pattern of two broken and one long.

He can only send messages in this agreed way.

Hong Zongyuan asked with concern: "Ah Heng, why do you keep sneezing? Do you have a cold?"

"I don't know either." Hu Pingtao smiled bitterly and said, "Maybe I'm hungry. I just need to eat something and drink some hot soup... Brother Hong, didn't you say you would take me to eat local chicken? That restaurant

Where is it?"

Hong Zongyuan said with a smile: "Eating local chicken is boring. Let's go to the beach and eat fish."

…

East of the city, by the sea.

Binhai is a well-known tourist city. Due to the topography and topography, there is no port here, but it has a very good beach, attracting a large number of tourists every year.

The beach located northeast of the city is covered with rocks, deserted and remote, and few people come here.

The black Santana blended into the night. Wang Xuexin drove slowly off the road, drove on the dirt road for more than an hour, and parked the car on the sand under the cover of a coconut grove.

When he was about to turn off the engine and get out of the car, Hu Pingtao glanced at the electronic timer on the car: It was now 11:48 midnight.

Hong Zongyuan got out of the car, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

There was a strong wind on the beach, and Hu Pingtao could barely hear clearly that he seemed to be asking the other party to send someone over to move things.

Soon, five people walked vaguely from the direction of the beach in the darkness.

Hu Pingtao knew three of them, all of them were waiters on the second floor of the "Gravity" bar.

I haven't seen the other two, so they are probably from the company.

The things that need to be moved are the cans, biscuits, and mineral water in the trunk.

Hu Pingtao, carrying a box of cans, walked beside Hong Zongyuan and asked seriously: "Brother Hong, am I very honest and easily deceived?"

This question was asked carelessly, and people around him turned their heads to look this way. Hong Zongyuan also frowned: "A Heng, what do you mean by this?"

Hu Pingtao complained: "When I came out at noon, Brother Hong, you said you were taking me to a neighboring county to eat loach and tofu. Then you said you were taking me to eat stewed local chicken, and then you said you were taking me to the beach to eat fish... This was all in the middle of the night.

I'm so hungry that my chest is touching my back. I wanted to go hungry and have a good meal, but I see that the surrounding area is full of places where birds don't poop... and fish, it would be nice to have fish bones to eat.

Already."

This was his personal experience today. Hu Pingtao believed that besides himself and Wang Xuexin, the same was true for everyone else present.

It definitely feels a little uncomfortable, but no matter what, it is a very interesting joke that can easily arouse a sense of recognition.

Sure enough, everyone around started laughing.

"You kid!" Hong Zongyuan was made dumbfounded. He bent his knuckles and gave Hu Pingtao a hard slap on the head. He scolded him angrily and amusedly in a low voice: "I think you behaved badly last time in Songcheng.

Yes, this gives you a chance. I didn’t expect you to be chattering just thinking about eating."

Wang Xuexin walked beside him carrying a box of mineral water and said with a smile: "Ah Heng, here are cans and biscuits. Besides, Brother Hong didn't lie to you. You can really eat fish here."

As he spoke, he stepped forward a few steps faster, raised his hand and patted the can of black bean dace that the man in front of him was carrying on his shoulders.

Just talking and laughing like this, a group of people soon arrived at a wooden house very close to the beach.

No one knows when this house was built, but it is very old. The building materials are mainly bricks and wooden boards, with corrugated tiles on the top. There are no windows in the house, and the roof leaks, and the wind blows in, and it sounds like it is...

Like a ghost crying.

The room was very spacious, with a fire burning in the middle. When Hu Pingtao put down the cardboard box, he quickly scanned it: including himself, there were eighteen people in total.

Hong Zongyuan stretched out his hand and tugged on his clothes: "Come, meet Master Jin with me."

A middle-aged man in his fifties sat in the middle. He was stout and fat, weighing more than a hundred kilograms visually. His thick and fat arms were spread out on his thighs on both sides, and his upper arms were covered with tattoos. He was very beautiful.

Ukiyo-e style.

Hu Pingtao quickly put his feet together, bowed and lowered his hands, and respectfully called out: "Master Jin."

Jin Shouchang looked very easy-going, with a smile on his face at all times. He raised his hand to stand up, looked at Hong Zongyuan who was standing next to Hu Pingtao, and asked: "Is he A Heng?"

Hong Zongyuan smiled and nodded: "He is a pretty good young man. I will take him out to see the world this time and introduce him to Lord Jin by the way."

Jin Shouchang smiled and asked thoughtfully: "A Heng, do you know that we are here to eat fish today?"

As soon as the words came out, everyone who followed him to move the goods laughed.

Hong Zongyuan explained it with some helplessness.

Jin Shouchang laughed on his back and looked at Hu Pingtao with less guarded eyes. He casually picked up a dagger placed on the wooden table next to him and handed it over: "When you are hungry, do it yourself and be the bottom first. If everything goes well,

We will have a big feast tomorrow and have a good meal."

Someone in the room had already opened the carton and took out the cans. They opened the cans in different ways. Some people used the can key to roll up a layer of the can's iron sheet, and some people directly used a dagger to mark a "ten" in the middle of the can. There are many tigers and pingtaos.

With a keen eye, he imitated the latter, used a dagger to pry open the can, and ate it.

In this situation, he must have a weapon in his hand. As long as the can is not eaten, he has enough reason to keep the dagger.

Looking at Hong Zongyuan who was chewing biscuits, Hu Pingtao squeezed over and asked curiously in a low voice: "Brother Hong, are we doing anything big this time?"

Hong Zongyuan smiled slightly and turned to look at him: "You seem to have guessed something. Haha... tell me what you think."

"Private goods?" Hu Pingtao asked bluntly.

"There are many kinds of private goods, which one do you think it is?" Hong Zongyuan deliberately told the story.

"How do I know this?" Hu Pingtao spread his hands: "But I think it must be a very valuable private item. Otherwise, Brother Hong, you wouldn't have put so much effort and thought into it."

Hong Zongyuan smiled and did not explain: "Don't ask so many questions. Talk less and do more. In short, when the time comes, I will let you know."

…
To be continued...