Nothing happened all night.

Early the next morning, Zhang Yong set out with his people.

Bring enough human legs, weapons and ammunition. Enter the concession from the Zhabei intersection. Zhu Yuan is indeed there.

"Thanks!"

"See you in the morning!"

"good!"

Say hello and go directly to Tilanqiao Prison.

I took out my Lixingshe ID and was told to wait outside. Half an hour later, several Annam (Vietnam) patrol officers came out with a middle-aged man.

His appearance is very ordinary, you will forget it once you see him.

What characteristics are you trying to describe? No...

Then he rejected the person who asked for help? Zhang Yong said that he had no information at all.

He didn't know who was at fault, why he went to jail, or why he was selected in the first place.

His mission is to take the wrong person away and then give the wrong person a new identity. The theory is that that person should be counted as his boss.

Well, the theory is...

"His name is Zhang Yong."

"He was ordered to bring me out."

"They will no longer be colleagues. Why do I want to hide my identity?"

Zhang Yong speaks out.

It seems that middle-aged people are very stable. They don't seem to be ordinary people.

In fact, it's all nonsense.

Will the person who can be chosen first by Li Boqi be an ordinary person?

The middle-aged man also looked at him doubtfully.

Both of them were silent.

"He asked for a pair of glasses. His eyesight is not very good..."

"No problem at all."

Zhang Yong immediately took the wrong prescription to the optical shop.

At that time, glasses were relatively expensive, costing fifteen oceans.

"Thanks!"

Middle-aged man wearing glasses.

Finally, I could see clearly what Zhang Yong looked like and his ID.

"Stir and fill it up!"

Zhang Yong handed Kong Hong's identity information to the wrong party.

He really wasn't good at that kind of nerve-wracking thing. After the wrong party filled out the information, he went back to the police station to get the certificate. That was all.

From now on, there will be no contact with Keke. The middle-aged man doesn't look like he would kill Yue Kou.

The middle-aged man silently took the form over and found that there was no pen.

Zhang Yong didn't bring a pen either.

Haha, I brought a gun. What kind of pen did I bring?

But I just took out a handful of money and handed it to the middle-aged man and asked him to buy it.

"I arrange my own identity."

"Arrange your own accommodation."

"I arrange my own work."

"He doesn't know anything."

"If you want money, I'll go to him."

Zhang Yong's words are concise and to the point.

He wasn't sure what Li Boqi meant.

Since I'm not sure, I don't want to get too involved in order to avoid doing bad things with good intentions.

Just give him money. He just doesn't need money.

If you have no money, go catch lunar spies. The more lunar spies you catch, the more windfall you will make. It’s beautiful.

But did she think that the Intelligence Department was plotting against her behind her back? Meimei's mood was greatly reduced.

Annoyed.

Mud, do you want me to be an undercover agent?

Want to cheat me?

Haha? Dreaming!

"Thanks!"

The middle-aged man took the ocean and went.

Soon after I bought the pen, I started filling in my identity information.

Name: Shi Bingdao

Age:45

Address: Jianghan Road, Lane 13, Shaoyao Lane, No. 24

Occupation: Newspaper dealer

Zhang Yong glanced at it and looked at the wrong side in confusion.

Newspaper dealer? What does that do?

"He ran his own newspaper called "Social Shenwen", which has a very small circulation and sells hundreds of copies every day..."

"Don't you lose money?"

Zhang Yong frowned secretly and at the same time increased his vigilance.

Don't even think about taking money from him to make up for the shortfall! There is no bottomless pit in the industry, and you won't be able to fill it up.

He would rather I drive screws...

"Let's just keep the capital!" Shi Bingdao replied, "They have newsstands at many intersections, so they can sell some. They won't lose everything."

"Crossroads? Are they all my people?" Zhang Yong captured something.

"Wrong. They are one of their own."

"Okay. He knows."

Zhang Yong nodded. Is that a good monitoring network?

The newspaper seller at the crossroads. In many spy dramas, he is responsible for looking out or delivering news.

Whether it is now or in the future, it can be used.

"It's a bad photo..."

"Can he go to New Era Photo Studio?"

“What new age photo studio?”

"It's right on Fourth Avenue."

"Fourth Road..."

Zhang Yong remembered.

Just the photo studio next to Huaizhou Bookstore.

I have an impression. I didn’t pay attention to the name at the time. I just remember that there was a little girl behind the door curtain.

A thought...

"He takes me there!"

"Thanks!"

"In the car!"

Zhang Yong moves his legs.

Take Shi Bingdao in the car and then rent the area.
To be continued...