The Bourne Counterattack

Chapter 83 Contact

Do you want to risk contact with this Frank?

Cheng Mo seemed to think that this was a bit unnecessary, after all, he had already obtained the item, but it was secretly photographed after all.

The genuine and original copies are still in Frank's possession.

If these things fall into the hands of the Japanese, they will be destroyed immediately. These are evidence of the Japanese massacre in Nanjing and witnesses of history...

Cheng Mo's emotions were a little conflicted at the moment, but if Frank wanted to check out, he had to report it to Pride in advance.

Otherwise it would be a dereliction of duty on his part.

"Cheng, he wants to check out, are you sure?" Pride was also surprised after hearing Cheng Mo's report. He had other information channels and did not know about Frank's departure from the concession.

Frank lives in the Central Hotel and has limited contact with people. Even when he goes out, there are always people following him. How could he suddenly check out and leave?

There must be a reason.

"Mr. Pride, do you need me to get in touch and test out his next itinerary?" Cheng Mo asked tentatively.

"What is your identity?"

"The waiter at the Central Hotel, since he wants to check out, does the hotel have a reason to check the items in the room, so that I can have a brief opportunity to communicate with him?"

"Okay, just give it a try." Pride agreed.

After getting Pride's consent, Cheng Mo went to Lu Jiajun and told him what he wanted. Of course, Lu Jiajun was fine and could cooperate.

It was nothing more than arranging a set of clean and well-fitting hotel waiter clothes for Cheng Mo.

Lu Jiajun told his father Lu Liankui about Cheng Mo's activities at the Central Hotel. When Lu Liankui found out, he didn't say anything and asked his son to cooperate. As the inspector of Fanghua Police Patrol, he certainly knew what the political unit where Cheng Mo was working was doing. If you can stay away from things here, don't get involved. But if you ask for cooperation, you can't refuse. Otherwise, you'll be causing trouble for yourself.

A Chinese arrester who can be reused in the political sector is not an ordinary person, especially when he learns that the other party is a "tong" member of the Qing Gang.

He went to inquire specifically and found out that Mr. Cao Youshan had indeed accepted a person's post as a disciple not long ago. Although the ceremony was very simple, it was said that he was optimistic about him being his son-in-law.

Why would the son-in-law of the Cao family offend such a well-connected person?

This guy hides deep enough.

Therefore, when Cheng Mo was at the Central Hotel these days, Lu Jiajun responded to his requests, not to mention that it was a trivial matter for him.

Early the next morning, Cheng Mo changed into the clothes of a waiter at the Central Hotel and knocked on Frank's door in the name of delivering breakfast every morning.

"Mr. Frank, your breakfast." Cheng Mo politely brought the breakfast from the cart and placed it on the table.

"Oh, thank you." Frank was brushing his teeth and washing his face in the bathroom. He agreed while saying, "Just put it over there. I'll eat it later."

"Yes."

Frank, who has always been unshaven, not only washed his hair, but also shaved his beard. He put on a white shirt and a gray vest. He looked very energetic. Obviously, he had made careful preparations for leaving. preparation.

"Why didn't you leave? I don't like to be disturbed when I'm eating." Frank was slightly unhappy when he saw that Cheng Mo hadn't left.

"Sorry, Mr. Frank, since you are checking out today, I have to check the furniture and items in the room." Cheng Mo explained politely.

"Oh, then check it out. I didn't damage anything here." Frank said without thinking much.

Seeing the packed suitcase, Cheng Mo nodded, put on his gloves, and carefully inspected the furniture in the room, especially the single sofa.

Frank smokes and is a heavy smoker, so he had to check the curtains, sheets and sofa in the room to see if there were any burns from cigarette butts.

The inspection was very careful and professional.

"Mr. Frank, are you leaving Shanghai? Do you need us to call a car for you?" Cheng Mo asked casually.

High-end hotels in Shanghai all have taxi services for guests. You need to book a car in advance, and rickshaws are available at the door of the hotel.

"No, I can just call a rickshaw myself." Frank said as he ate the egg and ham sandwich bread and took a sip of hot milk.

"Oh, then you have stayed in our hotel for so many days, are you satisfied with the service of our hotel?" Cheng Mo asked.

"Not bad." Frank pointed to the empty plate, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and said, "It's just that the sandwich and omelette are a bit old today."

"Really? I'll go back and tell the chef and ask them to pay attention to the heat of the omelette."

"Mr. Frank, this is a note from the hotel. Can you sign it and leave your valuable comments?"

"Of course." Probably because he was about to leave, Frank was in a good mood and did not refuse Cheng Mo's request at all.

And he speaks Chinese very well.

Cheng Mo put the Central Hotel's note pad in front of Frank and asked him to sign his name on it.

Cheng Mo directly put away the note and put it in his pocket: "Thank you, Mr. Frank. I've finished checking here. Are you ready for your meal?"

"Oh, okay." Frank drank the milk in the glass in one gulp.

Cheng Mo put away the tableware, put it back on the trolley, said "Welcome Mr. Frank to come again next time" and then opened the door and went out.

……

"How are you, Mr. Cheng?" When he returned to the room, Xu Qinghe came up to him and asked anxiously. "Frank is indeed leaving, but he didn't say where he was going. Follow him soon to see if he is leaving the concession or just doesn't plan to stay at the Central Hotel." Cheng Mo ordered.

"Understood, what about you?"

"I'm going to meet Rite who is opposite." Cheng Mo chuckled, with an indescribable aura.

"Boss Cheng, you have to be careful, they may be carrying weapons." Xu Qinghe was startled. Cheng Mo was alone, and he was really afraid that something would happen.

"Don't worry, if they dare to commit murder in broad daylight, they are seeking death." Cheng Mo chuckled.

……

Not long after, Frank came out carrying a suitcase. It looked like he was struggling to carry the suitcase. There must be a lot of stuff.

After entering the elevator, going downstairs, checking out at the front desk, and paying the bill, Cheng Mo helped Frank carry the box to the door. With a wave of his hand, a rickshaw came quickly.

Cheng Mo, dressed with a cigarette in his mouth, ran into Mr. Ma, the guest in Room 301, who was rushing from Dong'an Hotel.

"Sir, I'm sorry, please be careful..." Between the collision and the support, Cheng Mo obviously touched a hard object on the other party's waist. It was a pistol, and then he lightly hooked his finger, and all these little tricks were... He learned it from his roommate in the Qingpu class. During that month, he was not only an instructor, but also a student.

"It doesn't matter..." Rite hurried out, naturally unwilling to tangle with Cheng Mo, but how could Cheng Mo give him a chance? He stretched out his hand and grabbed his arm, "Sir, did you drop something?"

Rite lowered his head and saw that the pistol hidden in his waist had somehow slipped down.

This scared him quite a bit.

This is in the concession. If you expose your gun, you will definitely be in trouble. If you are discovered by the patrol, it will be frivolous to take someone on the spot.

In the concession, the only people who legally possess guns are the patrol house and the All Nations Volunteer Team. Others are not allowed to possess guns.

Of course, you have it, don't show it off, it won't be a big deal, and the police won't rush into your home to search just because they suspect you have a gun.

But if you show your gun in public, you'll be in trouble.

"What is this? Mr. Ma still has a gun?" Rite was about to grab the fallen gun, but Cheng Mo had already done it. His hand speed was faster than him, and he reached out and grabbed the Browning. The pistol was in his hand.

Japanese special forces don’t use Southern pistols but Brownings. Is this because they are afraid of exposing their identity?

"Asshole, who are you?" Rite became anxious and realized that the Chinese who bumped into him was not an ordinary person, so he immediately started to curse.

With this breach, the smell of "Xiao Baga" is fully exposed.

"Japanese?"

Rite still wanted to grab it, but Cheng Mo had already slapped him on the forehead: "Tell me, what are you doing, a Japanese, pretending to be Chinese and sneaking into the concession?"

"I am an agent of the Empire of Japan. Who dares to point a gun at me?" He stopped pretending and revealed his identity directly.

"Really? What can you use to prove your identity?" Cheng Mo asked.

"You follow me upstairs and I can show you my ID?"

"Let's go upstairs." Cheng Mo turned him around, put a gun to his waist, and walked upstairs step by step.

"I live in 305, you come with me..."

Cheng Mo sneered and wanted to lie to me. There is still your gang in 305. You are trying to lure me into your trap.

He remained calm at the moment and followed behind.

Rite came to door 305 and pretended to take out the key, but he couldn't get it out even though he was looking around, muttering: "Where is my key..."

If you didn't know there was someone inside, you would have been fooled by him. This guy's acting skills are really good. He used this method to remind the people inside.

"Hurry up, don't play tricks." Cheng Mo suppressed his smile and scolded him directly, which was regarded as helping him.

Finally, the guy took out a key from his pocket, which should be the key to Room 301 where he lived, and pretended to open the door.

Turn the key and it opens...

Seeing how he deliberately covered the door with his hand, Cheng Mo knew that the person inside was deliberately cooperating with him to open the door. This guy should be at the door. After opening the door, he hid behind the door and then attacked him.

As soon as the door opened, Cheng Mo raised his hand and touched the back of his head. Then, he pushed the door open and clamped it. Ri Te, who was hiding behind the door, didn't expect such a situation at all, and hit his head on the wall behind him. .

Probably because he was not strong enough, he just fainted. Just as he was about to fight back, how could Cheng Mo give him a chance? The butt of the gun directly hit the left side of his neck.

Rite rolled his eyes and fell to the ground with a grunt like his companion.

Cheng Mo dragged everyone in, found strips of cloth and tied them back to back, and then began to search the room.

In addition to guns and bullets, there are also forged documents, and of course there are also documents from the Japanese Military Police Special High School. One is named Koji Ono and the other is Taro Kanai.

　Continue to beg to subscribe and collect!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)