MTL - My Spy Years-Chapter 39 Hangzhou training class (recommendation ticket for collection)

  Chapter 39 Hangzhou training class (recommendation ticket for collection)

   "Yes, go to Hangzhou." Song Fuguo nodded, "Go to a training class."

   "Brother Cheng, do you know that this training class has already started." Boss Tao said in a low voice, "It is the team leader who asked Shangfeng to allow you to join the class."

  Hearing a hint of envy in Boss Tao's words, Cheng Qianfan's heart moved.

   "Thank you for the cultivation, team leader." He glanced at Song Fuguo with gratitude.

"Qianfan, I am very optimistic about you." Song Fuguo nodded with a smile, "The nature of the work of the Secret Service is different from that of patrolling, and the danger is even more different. Improving yourself is not only responsible for your own safety, but also responsible for the organization. I hope you take advantage of this opportunity."

   "It's easy for Qianfan." Cheng Qianfan nodded seriously, "If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools."

   "It's good that you understand." Song Fuguo nodded in satisfaction.

   "It's just that as a police officer, I'm afraid it will be difficult to go to Hangzhou for training..." Cheng Qianfan frowned slightly.

   "Don't worry about this, we have our own arrangements." Song Fuguo said, "Someone will cooperate with you and create legitimate reasons for you to go to Hangzhou."

   "Understood." Cheng Qianfan nodded.

   "Officer Cheng, please leave this matter to me." Song Fuguo suddenly raised his voice and cupped his fists.

  Cheng Qianfan also reacted immediately, pretending to be pondering, tapped his fingers on the table, his eyes flickered, "Boss Song, Cheng can only say that he will do his best, and I can't guarantee success..."

  Song Fuguo glanced at Boss Tao, who understood, took out a few bills from the wallet, gritted his teeth, took out all the French coins in the wallet, and gently placed them on the table.

  Cheng Qianfan stroked the banknote skillfully and quickly, put it in his waist pocket, and smiled all over his face, "Boss Song, don't worry, this matter is on Cheng."

   "Little Tao, go and pay the bill." Song Fuguo ordered.

  When Boss Tao left the private room and went downstairs to check out, Song Fuguo took out a four-finger-wide note from his body, which was densely written on it.

"Qianfan, this is about your plan to go to Hangzhou, as well as your contact information and codes." Song Fuguo said with a serious expression, "From today onwards, you will be directly under my leadership, and no one else will contact you except me." , don't even believe it."

  After reading it carefully, Cheng Qianfan took out the cigarette case, took out a cigarette, rolled a note on the cigarette with his saliva, lit it, and took a light puff.

   "Remember everything?" Song Fuguo asked in surprise.

   "Remember, I have a good memory." Cheng Qianfan nodded.

   Boss Tao and the owner of the restaurant were laughing and chatting downstairs.

   "Brother Tao?" Cheng Qianfan asked with a thought.

   "Xiao Tao will not contact you in the future, he has other tasks."

   "Brother Tao can't be trusted either?" Cheng Qianfan hesitated, and finally asked.

   "I believe in Xiaotao, and I am willing to believe in every comrade." Song Fuguo shook his head lightly, "But I don't believe in instruments of torture."

  Cheng Qianfan showed a look of surprise. Under Song Fuguo's gaze, he nodded silently and didn't ask any more questions.

   Boss Tao came back after checking out.

   "Cousin."

   "Let's go." Boss Song said politely, "Officer Cheng, please take care of everything."

   "Boss Song, don't worry, Cheng will help you with this matter in a few days."

   "Thank you."

  Boss Tao followed Song Fuguo and turned to leave, but stopped at the door and cupped his fists at Cheng Qianfan, "Brother Cheng, the girl liked the gift last time, thank you."

   "As long as you like it." Cheng Qianfan smiled and said, "Since my niece likes it, I will buy it next time."

   "Brother Cheng, take care." Boss Tao smiled, said nothing more, cupped his fists, turned and left.

  Seeing Boss Tao carrying an oiled paper bag in one hand, and striding away with Song Fuguo, Cheng Qianfan had an inexplicable intuition that it might be difficult for him and Boss Tao to say goodbye this time.

  …

  Cheng Qianfan first went to the dim sum shop facing the street and bought two portions of dim sum.

   Went to the paper treasure store to buy Yuanbao.

  Back home, seeing wicker has been planted under the eaves, he smiled knowingly.

   Song Fuguo arranged for him to go to Hangzhou for training. Cheng Qianfan thought carefully and acted cautiously, and there was no possibility of being exposed to the secret service.

  Hangzhou trip is expected to be training, it should not be a trap.

   It's just that this incident was too sudden and disrupted his plan.

  Although the identity of 'Zhu Yuan' has not been fully ascertained, there are indications that there is something wrong with this person, and this matter is always a hidden danger.

  The Baicao Herb Shop on Xiafei Road and the Huichang Tea House in Chenghuang Temple, according to Lao Mo's account, these two places should be Rite's cover bases.

  Because he lost contact with the organization, he was unable to report this information to the organization in time.

  In addition, I have successfully entered the Secret Service and will soon go to Hangzhou for training. This situation should also be reported and filed to the organization.

  Cheng Qianfan rubbed his temples, he felt extremely tired and lonely now.

  Now he is a soldier fighting alone in the enemy's lair. Not only does the dangerous environment make him feel like walking on thin ice, but the most important thing is that this loneliness tortures him all the time.

  Comrade 'Zhulin' once said that the most difficult thing about working underground is that you are in the endless darkness, and you must always dream of light in your heart.

  Cheng Qianfan now understands the meaning of this sentence more and more.

  …

  Xue Huali Road, the value room of the central patrol room.

  All the police officers were still discussing the shooting case in Yandeli, and they all lamented how lucky Xiao Cheng was, that such an ambush escaped him.

   "Xiao Cheng is really lucky."

   "Yeah, I saw the scene, there are bullet casings all over the floor."

   "You say, are the Soviets crazy?"

  Old Huang suddenly rushed in with a panicked expression.

   "Old Huang, are you drunk again?" Liu Bo asked with a smile.

   "Old Mo, Lao Mo..." Lao Huang bent over and said out of breath.

   "Old Huang, didn't I ask you to visit Lao Mo?" Ma Yishou frowned and asked, "You haven't gone yet?"

   "Old Mo..." Lao Huang's face flushed red, and he finally calmed down, and shouted in panic, "Old Mo is dead!"

  Everyone was stunned.

   "What?" Liu Bo exclaimed directly.

   "Old Huang, did you get dizzy before noon?" Ma Yishou frowned and slapped the table.

  "Horse head." Lao Huang repeatedly waved his hands, "I didn't talk nonsense, Lao Mo is really dead, I went to his house, the door was locked, I called Lao Mo, Lao Mo, no one answered me."

   "No one responded, and it's not dead." Datou Lu said.

   "Listen to me." Lao Huang was in a hurry, "I leaned **** the crack of the door and saw a man hanging from the beam, who looked like Lao Mo."

  Everyone was shocked, and finally realized that Lao Huang hadn't been drinking and talking drunk, and probably something really happened to Lao Mo.

   It’s just that Lao Mo hanged himself?

  Everyone shook their heads, that **** would hang himself? Impossible.

  The scourge has lasted for thousands of years. In these years, only a bad guy like Lao Mo lives the most nourishing life. He is willing to hang himself?

  …

  Cheng Qianfan went out again, he hailed a rickshaw, and took a long detour to a pastry shop.

  The Qingtuanzi in this store is a time-honored brand and well-known far and wide.

  Many Lao Tie would rather suffer the soles of their feet, and they would come here every year around Qingming to buy a copy to satisfy their hunger after waiting for a year.

  Carrying the food box, Cheng Qianfan strolled down the street.

  Suddenly, a flash of surprise appeared in his eyes.

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