The female laywoman with her hair and chest and heart rushed out of Fushou Palace like crazy, and ran all the way to the corner on the side of the Shwedagon Pagoda, but was stopped by Kurosawa and Shui Yu and others who came out of the small door, and everyone looked at her silently.
"It's here," the woman exclaimed excitedly, panting.
"Michiko, bring it."
Shui Yu stretched out his hand and said lightly.
Michiko reached into her arms and touched it, and suddenly her body trembled, as if she froze, and everyone's eyes were fixed on her breasts.
"It's gone," Michiko said with a pale face and a hesitant voice.
"It's gone, Baga," Shui Yu said angrily.
"I, I think I fell and the sheepskin slipped out."
Michiko said tremblingly.
Kurosawa walked into Michiko, looked directly into her panicked eyes, and said slowly, "Where did you fall?"
Michiko said incoherently: "At the door of the inner hall, a man collided with him, and they all fell, he must have taken it" "Mr.
Shuiyu, the target left Fushou Palace in a hurry, there are six or seven people in total."
At this moment, the miniature earphones that Shui Yu stuffed in his ears and eyes let out a hasty shout from the surveillance post.
"Mr.
Kurosawa, the target is gone, six or seven people, do you need to track and intercept them?"
said to Kurosawa.
Kurosawa sighed and said, "It's too late, I don't want to have a bloody battle at Shwedagon Pagoda and invite the Myanmar police, let's go to Fushou Palace to have a look." ” In the shadow outside the gate of Fushou Palace, Huang Jianguo flashed out.
"Jianguojun, have you seen anything?"
asked Kurosawa.
"That one named Feng Sheng was guarding the door of the temple, and I couldn't get inside."
Huang Jianguo replied.
In the main hall, the Elder of Rest was still reciting scriptures with his eyes closed, and the middle-aged monk was lying beside him.
Kurosawa waved his hand, and everyone walked into the inner hall under the leadership of Michiko, and found the agent lying on the ground disguised as an old overseas Chinese, with blood stains on his chest.
"Nakajima is dead."
Shui Yu squatted on the ground and glanced at it.
Kurosawa's face was pale, there was no squeak, and he said coldly to Michiko, "You repeat the scene again." ” So, Michiko told how she anesthetized the middle-aged monk at that time, felt into the inner hall, and saw the old sheepskin on the table, Nakajima cooperated to close the electric door, and she took advantage of the darkness to grab the sheepskin and stuffed it into her arms.
At this moment, unexpectedly, the electric light suddenly turned on again, so everything was messed up, the old monk tore his clothes, and when he rushed out of the door, he collided with someone again, and the old sheepskin fell at that time, as for how Nakajima was killed, he didn't know at all.
"Where did they collide, who was that?"
asked Kurosawa.
Michiko shook her head and just pointed to the doorway.
"It's Feng Sheng, the scout of the Ministry of Public Security, the one who has been following my father-in-law every step of the way, and I saw him rush into the temple with my own eyes."
Huang Jianguo said on the side.
Kurosawa nodded and said, "Mr.
Shuiyu, take Nakajima's body away immediately, and never let the Myanmar police intervene and cause unnecessary diplomatic trouble, do you understand that you will try to send Nakajima-kun's ashes back to China in the future." ” "The old monk knows, do you want to dispose of it together," Shui Yu asked.
"Forget it, don't make any more extraneous branches, there is a bloody case in the temple, he can't wait for us to get rid of the body, don't worry, the old monk will never make a noise."
Kurosawa sneered.
The agents removed the quilt cover from the bed, and together they stuffed Nakajima's body inside, and then carried it and slipped out of the temple gate.
"Let's go."
Kurosawa waved his hand, and everyone walked out of the inner hall.
"Uncle, I'm sorry, I'll trouble you to clean the room by yourself."
Kurosawa bowed to Elder Sabbatio, and then strode out of Fukushou Palace.
Consulate General of Japan in Myanmar.
"Jianguojun, what kind of person is Feng Sheng?"
asked Kurosawa.
He was originally a cadre of the Criminal Investigation Bureau of the Ministry of Public Security, in a murder case in Nong'an County, Jilin Province, he got acquainted with Han Sheng and went south together, and it happened that Han Sheng inadvertently saved his father, so he was inexplicably grateful, and regarded him as the benefactor of the whole family.
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But I don't know how he suddenly came to work under my father-in-law again, and it seems that he is still loyal.
Huang Jianguo said.
Kurosawa pondered for a moment, then then asked, "In that case, do you think that if Feng Sheng got that old sheepskin and knew that it was something from his benefactor Han Sheng, would he give it to the chief, or would he think about returning it to Han Sheng?"
Huang Jianguo thought for a while and replied: "Feng Sheng is very righteous and angry, I think, if my father-in-law didn't know that the sheepskin was in Feng Sheng's hands, then he would still give it to Han Sheng." ” "Well, I understand, Jianguojun, this is the closest we are to Geda's prophecy, and the old sheepskin is likely to still be in Feng Sheng's hands, so we can't give up, and it will be much easier to start by keeping an eye on Feng Sheng."
Kurosawa said.
"You mean, don't go back to Japan yet," Huang Jianguo said curtly.
"Yes, Jianguojun, after getting the Geda prophecy, we will go back to Japan to do a transplant for you, don't worry, I promise to replace you with the strongest black testicles."
Kurosawa reassured him.
"Alas, then can you get the balls of black athletes," Huang Jianguo said helplessly.
"Yes."
Kurosawa said yes.
Early the next morning, the personnel monitoring Fushou Palace reported that no abnormalities had been found, and the old monk did not go out.
At breakfast, information about the Chinese Consulate General also came, and the chief had already scheduled a direct flight of China's civil aviation from Yangon to Beijing at noon, and Feng Sheng and those guards were still on the passenger list.
"Well, it's very good, send someone to follow up randomly, and hurry up to book two planes from other airlines for me and Jianguojun, and rush to Beijing in advance."
Kurosawa commanded.
The consulate prepared a new Japanese passport for Huang Jianguo, with a meaningful name called "Wu Yuan Taro".
At nine o'clock in the morning, Kurosawa and "Gentaro Wu" wore black suits, white shirts, crimson ties, and sunglasses boarded a SriLankan Airlines Boeing plane and flew non-stop to Beijing, the capital of China.
More than four hours later, the chief and his entourage also boarded an international flight from the Civil Aviation of China to Beijing, and because the consulate had made arrangements in advance, the guns were also smoothly brought on the plane.
On the plane, the chief's face was always gloomy, and he didn't say a word, Feng Sheng knew that it was because he had lost the relationship of the old sheepskin, so he was careful not to say anything.
At dusk, at the Beijing Capital International Airport at night, the chief, Feng Sheng and others hurriedly walked out of the terminal building through a special channel, where several cars were already waiting.
A man in a tunic walked up to the chief and handed him an envelope.
The chief nodded, beckoned Feng Sheng to his side, and said, "Feng Sheng, you take the plane directly to Guangzhou, get down in Nanchang, and then secretly go to Wuyuan, and strictly follow my subsequent telephone instructions." ” Feng Sheng was stunned for a moment, and then replied, "Yes, chief." ” "Here's your new ID, your plane ticket, and your travel expenses."
The chief handed the envelope to Feng Sheng, hurriedly got into the car, and the convoy quickly left, disappearing into the night.
Feng Sheng stared blankly at the distant convoy, thinking to himself, the chief was already in a hurry.
"Gollum" Feng Sheng's stomach had already begun to crow, let's eat something first, he walked back to the terminal, sat down on a chair in the restaurant, and ordered a chicken noodles, which cost five yuan, which was too expensive.
The envelope contained a new work permit and a gun permit, the name of Feng Sheng had not changed, the photo seemed to have been remade from the file, and the work unit was a security officer at a military hospital.
In addition, there is also a letter of introduction about going to Wuyuan, Jiangxi Province to escort a mentally ill person named Zhu Hansheng into Beijing.
The envelope contained a wad of money, all of which were old bills of ten yuan, estimated to be as much as 2,000 yuan, which was a huge amount of money, and his salary was only 62 yuan and 5 jiao per month.
The ticket was 6:15, and it was still early, so he finished the big bowl of noodles and walked towards the security checkpoint.
The documents and letters of introduction are very useful, and they passed the security check smoothly, "Comrade, confirm that you are in Nanchang, please take good care of your guns."
The female comrade in charge of the security check solemnly admonished.
Behind him was a middle-aged male traveler, who tilted his ears to hear the conversation between them.
The plane took off, and the lights of the capital gradually disappeared into the darkness.
"Comrade, I'm sorry, it's my first time flying, and I'm a little nervous."
On the seat next to him was a young female comrade, combing two pigtails, a blue blouse, a portrait of Chairman Mao pinned to her chest, and a pair of big eyes, looking at him shyly and saying.
She is very beautiful, this is Feng Sheng's first impression.
"It doesn't matter, when taking off and landing, the eardrum will feel a little uncomfortable, it is caused by the change in air pressure, it will be good to fly level later, comrade, are you going to Guangzhou" Feng Sheng explained enthusiastically, and he had a good impression of it in his heart.
"No, I'll go to Nanchang."
The girl replied.
"Oh, I'm also going to Nanchang, we're all the way."
Feng Sheng said happily.
"Your family lives in Nanchang, and you don't sound like you're from Jiangxi."
That girl didn't seem to hate Feng Sheng either.
"No, guess I'm from there" Feng Sheng deliberately set up a lot of sets.
"Well, capital," the girl said, shaking her head again.
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"I'm an old man from Tangshan."
Feng Sheng told her.
"Old girl," the girl smiled.
The way she smiled looked even better, Feng Sheng said in his heart
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