Spies

Chapter 16
Although he can't go directly to the trash can, he can take a look at it by throwing the cigarette case and deliberately not throwing it in.

If you can't see it, then deliberately kick over the trash can and take the opportunity to rummage!
He didn't want to get a bad smell, but there were not many chances of such leftovers, and no one knew if there would be any in the future?

He can't let go of this opportunity!
Moreover, once the rubbish is cleaned up and left No. 76, it will be even more difficult to find it!
After making up his mind, Zhang Wu did not leave immediately, but after smoking a cigarette as usual, he picked up the lunch box and said:
"I won't chat with you anymore, I should go back, I can rest for a while after washing the lunch box!"

The drivers did not suspect him, and waved goodbye one by one:

"Go, don't waste your time!"

"It's better for you to sit in the office, and you can rest at noon!"

"Can you compete with Zhang Wu, he is an intellectual, you don't know a lot of big characters, and you don't even know you are one when the shoulder pole is down!"

"Go away, I know more words than you..."

Ignoring the drivers who began to blame each other again, Zhang Wu waved his hand and went straight to the trash can.

When he got to the trash can, he squeezed the cigarette pack into a ball, pretending to aim at it, but threw it on the ground beside him.

"Damn!"

Showing dissatisfaction after making a mistake, Zhang Wu cursed in a low voice, squatted down to pick up the cigarette case, and looked into the trash can.

Also be prepared to kick the trash can.

Fortunately, there was not much garbage in the trash can, and the candy wrapper was also lying in the corner, with some oil stains on it, but it was still clearly identifiable:
TOFFE...ES!

Toffee!
That's it!

Withdrawing the preparatory action, Zhang Wu was overjoyed in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He picked up the cigarette case and threw it into the trash can, then walked to the pool.

While queuing up to wash lunch boxes, he started a brainstorming session to analyze the information he has now.

At the beginning, No. 76 monitored all the foreign firms, and many foreign firms colluded with No. 76 because of this.

Zhang Wu knew that toffee was imported from England, and there were only two foreign firms in Shanghai that sold them, one was Mingcheng Foreign Firm and the other was Xusheng Foreign Firm.

Mingcheng Co., Ltd. is in Zhabei, and Xusheng Co., Ltd. is in the International Concession, not far from No. 76, only 2 kilometers away.

But which one...

Zhang Wu continued to analyze.

Ma Gan said that his car, which was delivered yesterday, "was full of mud spots", which means that the car drove through a relatively dirty place.

"There are a lot of stones embedded in the tires", which means that there are many gravels on the road.

"There is a fishy smell", which means that passing the vegetable market... No, the vegetable market cannot be driven by a car, it should be the pier!
Zhabei!

Zhabei had a wharf and the largest shanty town at that time. The roads were dirty and muddy, and the roads damaged by bombing had never been repaired.

Although the public concession also has a wharf, the road conditions are much better than those in Zhabei. Someone cleans it every day, not to mention mud spots, and there are very few gravels.

Comparing the two, Zhang Wu was sure that it was Mingcheng Foreign Firm in Zhabei!

Although these are just his reasonings, it is easy to prove it, as long as someone is sent to guard outside Mingcheng Foreign Firm, if the destination of the meal delivery person is Mingcheng Foreign Firm, then Zhao Hansan must be hiding in Mingcheng Foreign Firm!
The next step is to continue peeking at Xie Kun's monitoring records in the evening, first confirm his previous guess, and see if the food delivery person is Ma Tu and the others!

After making up his mind, Zhang Wu returned to the office of Group 2 after washing the lunch box.

After resting for a while, I started to go to work normally in the afternoon.

There was almost no sound from Qin Shi's side. Although the second brigade was still being formed, they hardly stayed in the office except for morning meetings.

The newly added archives department also has very few voices, and there is not much to record!
Mi Xing, the chief of the archives department, rarely communicates with his two staff members. Most of the time it is either the sound of flipping books or the rustling sound of writing.

Zhang Wu is happy to be at leisure, and it is a good job to go to work if he can fish!

Time passed, and soon it was 7 o'clock in the evening. He put the monitoring records into the folder, picked up the lunch box and walked towards Xie Kun.

When he got to Xie Kun's side, Zhang Wu lowered his body again, lowered his head, and pretended to be respectful in order to peek at his monitoring records:

"Deputy leader, what would you like to have for dinner?"

Xie Kun didn't raise his head, it seemed that there was a new voice, and he wrote vigorously while saying:
"Wait a minute!"

"Ok!"

Zhang Wu agreed, then secretly looked at the monitoring record, and turned on the shorthand mode.

The deputy chef Wang Mingli cooks meals for 4 people alone, half of which should be extra spicy, packed in food boxes, supervised by Yue Jiang, and taken away at 5 o'clock!
Yue Jiang? !
Sure enough, it was the three of them!
Zhang Wu was overjoyed, his guess was confirmed!
Ma Tu, Yue Jiang, and Ding Bao, one person delivered the food, and the remaining two protected them, plus Zhao Hansan, the person who delivered the food, exactly 1 people!

He was thinking about this, Xie Kun took off the earphones on one side, took out the lunch box, thought for a while and looked at Zhang Wu:
"Eat something light at night, or you will accumulate food! Help me make a clear noodle soup, a flower roll, and half a pot of vinegar!"

Zhang Wu woke up instantly, and he quickly showed a relaxed smile to cover up the excitement in his heart:
"Ok!"

In order not to show his flaws, Zhang Wu didn't stay any longer, picked up Xie Kun's lunch box and left the office of Group 2.

"Captain Zhang Mingchen, what would you like to eat today?"

Didn't see anything unusual about Zhang Wu, Xie Kun just wanted to take a break when the cook's voice came from the earphones.

He hurriedly reset the earphones, sighed while recording, and complained in a low voice:
"Gun Benghou, if I knew the kitchen was such a hassle, I wouldn't take this job!"

On the other side, on the way to the kitchen, Zhang Wu unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

After confirming his conjecture, he found Mingcheng Foreign Firm again. As long as he got the photos of Ma Tu and the other three, he could report to Wang Hai!

Zhang Wu had no time and it was not appropriate to appear there to avoid suspicion when he was going to stay at Mingcheng Foreign Firm.

With so many people under Wang Hai, it is most suitable for him to send a fresh face!
Having made up his mind, Zhang Wu began to design an action.

It is also easy to get photos of the three of them, and the archives department has them.

He monitors the archives department. As long as he brings a micro-mechanical camera tomorrow and loosens the wiring, he can use this as an excuse to go to the archives department and take the opportunity to secretly take photos!

There is no morning meeting in the archives department, and if you act too early, you will be suspicious. It is best to do it after 9 o'clock tomorrow morning when everyone else is busy.

After confirming the action plan, Zhang Wu felt a lot more relaxed. He went to the kitchen, ordered a meal according to Xie Kun's request, and ordered another one for himself before returning to the office of Group 2.

Handing Xie Kun's to him, Zhang Wu returned to his seat, finished his portion, washed his lunch box, and officially left work.

Back in his apartment, he checked the alarm device as usual.

The small pieces of wood of the same color in the cracks of the door and windows have not been touched; there are no bugs on the chandelier, inside the light switch, radio, and bedside lamp holder.

He breathed a sigh of relief, removed the bedside table, pried up the third brick against the wall, scraped away the dust, and took out an oiled paper bag.

　Kneeling and begging for the monthly ticket, recommendation ticket, collection, investment reward, and rolling begging~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)