"The target entered the Fushou Palace alone," Kurosawa said in deep thought, the agents of the Myitkyina consulate had overheard that the chief was going to meet with a person at the Shwedagon Pagoda, so he had already made arrangements in advance, and Fushou Palace was a Chinese temple, so it was naturally listed as a key surveillance.
"Notify Operation Point One," Kurosawa ordered.
Standing behind Kurosawa was Mr.
Shui Yu of the Burmese Consulate General, with a plaster on his throat, as if he had suffered from a cold, and his real identity was a foreign intelligence officer of the Japanese Cabinet Investigation Office, the head of the Burmese secret service organization, and this time he cooperated with Mr.
Kurosawa's operation.
Shui Yu reached out and touched the plaster on his neck, flicked the switch, muttered softly, and uttered a Japanese word in his throat: "Action."
Then he nodded at Kurosawa.
In fact, the small piece of plaster attached to his neck has a miniature wireless laryngeal receiver attached to it, which can sensitively feel the vibration of the audio tape and emit a wireless signal.
The pair of elderly overseas Chinese monks kneeling on the futon and praying in Fushou Palace had the same plaster stuck to their necks, and at the same time, a miniature wireless receiver was hidden in their ear holes.
After receiving the action order of Shui Yu at the same time, the two of them immediately stood up from the futon, clasped their hands together, and reverently walked towards the middle-aged monk who was still beating the wooden fish.
The female layman walked behind the monk, took out a pack of wet wipes containing Ge Luofang's anesthetic, tore open the polyethylene cover, and then suddenly covered the monk's mouth and nose, while the male layman tightly grasped his arms and shoulders and the gavel, and the middle-aged monk struggled hard a few times before moving.
The male monk dragged the monk behind the curtain of the offering table and hid it, while the female monk reversed the appearance of the old dragon bell, and quietly touched the inner hall with extreme agility.
As soon as the sound of the wooden fish stopped, Elder Anxi stopped talking, put the fake sheepskin in his hand on the table, listened attentively, and said, "Red boy, you have a tail." ” The chief was stunned and immediately became vigilant.
At this time, a tearful old woman appeared at the door of the inner hall, holding a pack of unopened wet wipes in her hand, and walked in with staggering steps.
"O merciful Master, please go beyond it for my child," said the old woman in a sad and sad manner.
Elder Anxib looked at her calmly and said, "Amitabha, donor, but you can explain it in detail. ” "My child, you died so unjustly," the woman glanced at the chief, then quickly swept the old sheepskin on the table, "Master, please bow down to the old woman."
Then he bent down.
"Excuse me."
The Sabbatical Elder stretched out his hand to stop the old woman.
At this moment, all the electric lights in the inner hall were extinguished in an instant Suddenly, a gust of wind swept to the table, Elder Anxi's arm swelled, and his ten fingers grabbed it like a hook, and his hand was soft and warm, like the thing on the woman's chest, the elder was shocked, and hurriedly withdrew his hand, and the internal force was immediately retracted, and with the sound of "snort", the old woman actually fell heavily into her arms.
The sick elder was skinny and weighed less than ninety pounds, although his martial arts were extremely high, but the Buddha was merciful, how could he give a heavy hand to the old woman was hesitating, the woman's heavy and fat body had already pressed the elder on the bed, and two lumps of soft, slippery and greasy flesh pressed against his face.
"Oops" With a coquettish sound, the exhalation was like an orchid, and the elder was suffocated in his brain like an electric shock, and for the first time in his life, he felt powerless.
At the same time, the chief, who was sitting in the chair, heard the sound of his clothes, and in the darkness an object had rushed in front of him, and he smelled a faint sweet scent in his nose, which he quickly realized was the smell of the anesthetic Gorofang, whose chemical name was chloroform or chloroform.
The chief kicked his feet on the ground, his body floated out backwards with the chair, and leaned against the wall with a "bang", but he didn't expect the back of his head to hit the light switch, which is a two-way switch that can be controlled both indoors and outdoors.
In an instant, the lights came on The old man in overseas Chinese costume held the tear open wet paper towel in his hand, his eyes were stunned, the chief followed his gaze, and saw that the old female monk was crawling on the body of the resting elder, and actually pressed her breasts on the elder's face, and the elder's raised tiger claw hand was still pulling half of the torn embroidered placket "Who are you?"
the chief sat upright in his chair, still with a sharp gaze and a calm tone.
Elder Anxi did not dare to move at this moment, and contact with the woman's skin was the great precept of Buddhism, so he had to hold his breath, close his eyes and recite the Buddha's name silently in his mouth to eliminate evil thoughts.
The old woman laughed "hehe", slowly raised her body, and the snow white looked oily and bright under the reflection of the light, it turned out to be a middle-aged plump woman.
"Elder, you are a Buddhist monk, why did you kill the woman," the female monk asked softly.
"Sin, sin Amitabha."
Elder Sabbator kept muttering, but he still didn't dare to open his eyes.
"Elder, you can't use evil thoughts in the future."
The woman clutched her torn breast, quietly shoved the old sheepskin in, then stood up and walked towards the door with a shy face.
"Dead ghost, why are you still stunned?"
When he passed by the male layman, he twisted his ass and said angrily.
"Hmph, stop, do you want to leave like that," the chief said with a sneer.
The woman touched the plaster sticking to the bottom of her neck, muttered a Japanese sentence in her throat: "Quick answer", then turned around and smiled at the chief, "Yo, why is it an old pervert again." ” The chief snorted with a sneer: "Leave the things behind." ” The woman giggled, her waist trembled, and said, "How can you keep what grows on your body?"
The chief was furious, and without saying a word, he jumped up, and grabbed the female layman's chest with a volley of his fingers, and his moves were no different from those of Elder Anxi.
"Stop him," the woman shouted hurriedly, and then ran out, bumping into Feng Sheng who rushed into the door, and both fell to the outside of the inner hall door.
Feng Sheng, who was guarding the gate of the temple of Fushou Palace, suddenly saw several men dressed as Burmese locals rushing towards this side, and immediately noticed that something was wrong, so he hurriedly rushed into the temple to report to the chief, but he collided with the female layman who hurried out at the door of the inner hall, and the moment he fell, he caught a glimpse of the chief's figure out of the corner of his eye, so he shouted: "There is a situation" In the room, the male layman stepped forward to stop the chief, and with a "poof", the chief's tiger claws were inserted into the flesh of the man's chest.
With a scream of "Ah", the male layman's face changed suddenly, he lowered his head and looked at his chest in disbelief, and then his legs weakened and slowly fell.
The chief was also stunned, it was not over to make a fuss about the death of a person in the sacred Shwedagon Pagoda in Myanmar, so he hurriedly withdrew his hand, and under the light, his five fingers were already red and dripping blood.
The woman fell to the ground, got up with her bones, and rushed out of the temple without looking back, but before she knew it, the old sheepskin slipped to the ground unintentionally.
Feng Sheng clutched his chest, the force of this impact was so great that it almost broke the skeleton, but fortunately, the woman was fatter and a little elastic, otherwise it would be unimaginable.
As he thought about it, he slowly got up from the ground, and pressed something under his hand, and when he lifted his palm, he saw that it was an old sheepskin Geda predicted that Feng Sheng was shocked, yes, it was the old sheepskin that Jin Dao Chang handed over to the chief to steal from Hansheng in the jungle of Myitkyina last night, and he still remembered the first set of numbers on it, "Eighty-three-four-one".
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Feng Sheng somewhat understood that many things that happened during this period of time were related to this old sheepskin, and the ancestor also died for it.
Hansheng is the benefactor of his whole family Feng Sheng quietly hid the old sheepskin into his pocket.
"Chief, it doesn't matter to you" Feng Sheng rushed into the inner hall, holding a pistol in his hand.
The chief did not reply, but looked at the table, where the old sheepskin was gone "Amitabha, sin, sin."
Elder Rest was still lying on the bed, holding aloft the broken piece of embroidered robe, and muttering incessantly.
"Rise, Elder, the woman is gone."
The chief said helplessly.
Elder Anxib got up, opened his eyes, looked around, looked at the piece of flower cloth in his hand with palpitations, screamed like a hot hand, and threw it to the ground.
"The woman stole the old sheepskin."
The chief said with a blushing face.
Elder Anxi was stunned for a moment and muttered, "Red face and troubled water." ” "Chief, this person is dead," Feng Sheng squatted beside the male layman and touched his neck and said, at the same time, he touched the bulging plaster suspiciously, and pulled it off vigorously, and found that there was a miniature instrument attached to the inside of the plaster, and a short metal wire was thrown on it, and he couldn't help but say in surprise, "What is this?"
The chief took the small instrument and looked at it, and snorted: "This is a special throat receiver for agents, which is wirelessly transmitted through the vibration modulation of the audio tape, and this wire is the antenna." ” Feng Sheng saw such exquisite agent equipment for the first time, and said in amazement: "This agent looks like a Chinese, is it sent from Taiwan?"
"No, it's the Japanese, who chased after them all the time."
The chief remembered what had happened in Myitkyina last night, and was sure that Kurosawa and his gang had done it.
"What to do with this corpse" Feng Sheng frowned, killing someone in a foreign country, the aftermath is more tricky.
The chief turned to Elder Anxie and said apologetically: "Elder, it happened suddenly, I really don't want to cause you trouble, this person is a Japanese agent, Kurosawa will never leave it alone, he doesn't want to attract the attention of the Burmese police, causing a diplomatic trouble, so as soon as we leave, the Japanese will come and get the corpse away." ” Elder Anxi smiled faintly and said with a wry smile: "Red boy, when your father who was in the Red Army sent you to me, he was still a baby, he was smart and clever since he was a child, and his talent was very high, and now he is really a big official, but Red Boy, you must remember to be merciful in everything, and don't kill again." ” "Elder, I'm sorry, I hurt him by mistake, and when I came to Burma in the spring of 1956, you had already taught the red boy."
The chief said sincerely.
"Red boy, things in the world, plant melons and get melons, plant beans and get beans, cause and effect cycle, you can do it yourself, Amitabha," Elder Anxi said and sent the chief out of the inner hall, and when he passed the offering table, he sniffed with his nose, bent down and stretched out his hand to drag the middle-aged monk out from under the curtain.
"He sucked Gorofon, and he will wake up on his own soon."
The chief leaned in and looked at it.
Outside the gate of the "chief" Fushou Palace, those guards hurriedly ran over with their shoes.
"Elder, the red boy has taken his leave, and I don't know when I will see you again."
The chief said with some sadness.
Elder Anxib was already meditating on the futon, silently reciting the Jizo Sutra to overtake the dead agent's spirit.
The chief sighed, waved his hand, and walked out of the Fushou Palace surrounded by the guards, and then quickly left the Shwedagon Pagoda
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