My spy diary

Chapter 98 Tracking (asking for monthly votes)

After Zhao Zongwu left, Takagi stood at the window holding a teacup. He pretended to blow the hot air nonchalantly, but looked out the window.

As he watched, Zhao Zongwu walked for a while and then got on a rickshaw. He was relieved when he saw that no one was following him.

There was some melancholy in his eyes, not for himself, but for Zhao Zongwu. This man's arrogance and contempt for the Secret Service made him a little worried.

A spy who has been hibernating for four years, will he still shoot?

'Four years is not a short time. Although you have worked hard and tried hard, you haven't accomplished anything yet. You still want to go back? What are you going to do when you go back? Are you going to sit in the office? '

A sneer appeared at the corner of Takagi's mouth. From the day they joined the Nakano Special Agent School, their fate was already determined, that is, to work hard for the holy war and serve the emperor.

After sitting in the box for a while, Takagi took out a banknote, threw it on the table, and left unsteadily.

He glanced at the tea patrons in the hall casually, and when he saw that no one was looking at him, he quickly walked downstairs and left.

As soon as he left, Zheng Huhe, who was sitting by the window reading a newspaper and drinking tea, put on his hat, stood up slowly and followed him.

He was holding a briefcase in his hand, walking very slowly, his face was worried, and his expression was a little dull, as if he had just suffered a business failure.

As an experienced veteran, he knew that some agents had extremely keen intuition and did not dare to follow the target closely until they understood the opponent's bottom line. He always kept a long distance from the target and just kept him within sight.

Takagi left the teahouse and walked for a while, from Sichuan Road to Wuhan Road, and started wandering around.

His expression was a little gloomy. After walking for so long, he always felt like someone was watching him from a distance behind him. This was an intuition that even he couldn't explain clearly.

Takagi suddenly looked back, staring at the faces of passers-by, hoping to catch the strange expressions, but he failed. Some people looked at him as if he was crazy, and some people were in a hurry, rushing on their way without even looking at him.

'Illusion'

Takagi frowned, walked a few more meters, and then quickly walked towards a small alley on the right.

Because he clearly remembered an important detail mentioned by the instructor when teaching anti-tracking:
If you suspect someone is following you on the street, walk into a store, bar, hotel, or get on a bus, and come out after a while. If the person follows you and walks like this, you will be sure that you are being followed. .

Therefore, he did not dare to act in a hurry, but lit a cigarette and started smoking.

The sky has darkened, and the alley is quiet. There are no street lights installed here. The dim light reflected from the residential areas in the distance can only vaguely see the road.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Takagi shivered, as if he had been hit hard in the bottom of his heart.

He felt inexplicably confused in his heart. Whether it was an illusion or professional sensitivity, even he himself couldn't tell.

However, one learns a lesson from adversity. Ever since he almost exposed his identity when he said a sentence in Japanese, Takagi has been reviewing himself.

Now that the mission is imminent, he does not allow himself to have any accidents.

He took out a dagger from his leg and smiled ferociously. No matter whether the other party was following him or not, as long as he came here again, he would rather kill him than let him go.

He hid the dagger in his cuff, held it tightly, and then pretended to look at the small advertisement for treating athlete's foot on the nearby telephone pole, while squinting at the person coming behind him.

Not far from the alley entrance, Zheng Huhe frowned. From what he had just observed, the target was undoubtedly a cautious counter-investigation expert.

When walking on the street, there are crowds of people covering you. As long as you are not looking directly at the other person, you will usually not be noticed by the other person. However, it is getting late now and there are not many pedestrians on the road. Following you for too long will only expose yourself.

Moreover, the other party suddenly turned into an alley, and it was no longer suitable for him to follow him at this moment.

But he is an intelligence agent, and intelligence is above all else.

Who knows what the target is doing hiding in the alley, what if it's a joint?

After thinking for a few seconds, Zheng Huhe smiled slightly, hid in a corner, and opened his briefcase.

In addition to contracts, there are also wigs, high heels, and dresses.

He took off his clothes neatly and quickly put on the women's clothes in the briefcase.

Putting on the wig, he took out a pulley lighter and a small mirror from the bag. He glanced at it a few times by the light of the lighter and sighed slightly. He was short of time and his acting was a bit rough.

He frowned, took out the lipstick and dabbed it on his lips, took out the perfume and sprayed it, then rubbed his face, stuffed his briefcase behind a stone, and walked into the alley with small steps.

In the alley, Takagi was already impatient with waiting. He frowned and looked hesitant.

But he was really worried about not knowing the identity of the person behind him.

He secretly warned himself to be patient. What a good hunter needs most is patience. At this time, the sound of dogs barking was heard in the distance, and Takagi felt a chill in his heart. He held the dagger and was ready to attack, but the sound of high heels that followed made him slightly confused.

The images in his mind flashed frame by frame like a movie replay.

The man riding a new bicycle also had a kerosene bottle hanging on the front of the bicycle.

The white-haired old man with wrinkles and ridges looked indifferent.

The man who started walking was a bit restrained and indecisive. When he turned around, the man glared at him like he was crazy.

Wait, there is another businessman with a briefcase and a lonely look on his face.
All seemed to be men, no women.
Just as Takagi was secretly remembering, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and he could clearly hear the sound of high heels scraping against the ground.

Takagi adjusted his glasses out of habit and stared at the approaching woman.

The woman looked at him in surprise, then picked up her skirt, quickened her pace, and jogged through the alley, as if she was worried that the man would do something bad to her.

Takagi watched the woman disappear into the alley and let out a long breath.

From the exchange of eyes just now, or the language revealed by the other party's body movements, a clear message was conveyed. She was just an ordinary woman, a frightened woman who regarded him as a gangster and a filthy man...

Takagi sneered.

'Is there any need to worry about being so ugly? I have no interest in ugly women. What woman can compare to the young women of Nara? '

He smiled playfully, put away the dagger, came out of the alley, and continued onto the road.

But what he didn't know was that Zheng Huhe had already taken remedial measures after getting out of his sight.

He took off his high heels, trotted all the way, walked diagonally through another alley, walked around to the front of Takagi, and hid in the corner to peek at him.

After leaving the alley, Takagi stopped a rickshaw on the street and headed straight to his destination, the Great World Dance Hall.

He got off the car from a distance and watched the tired rickshaw driver disappear into the street, hiding in the corner, smoking and scanning the surroundings.

The night was quiet, and unlike other places where people were sparsely populated, the entrance to the ballroom was filled with traffic and a bustling scene.

He looked at his watch, it read a quarter past eight, then pressed his bowler hat and walked towards the ballroom.

When we got to the door, suddenly a beggar came from the steps carrying a dirty bamboo pole and a broken bowl.

He was dirty and exuded a greasy and moldy smell. He stopped Takagi with his waist bent and begged:

"Sir, please give me some money. I haven't eaten in three days."

Takagi paused, pretended to be a gentleman, took out his wallet from his pocket, counted a few pieces of change and handed them to the beggar, smiling:
"Okay, let's go buy some food."

The beggar burst into tears of gratitude and kept bowing to him.

"Thank you, you are such a good person."

Just when Takagi waved away without caring, the beggar glanced around with a strange expression and whispered:
"He's in there."

Takagi just nodded, seemingly not hearing the beggar's words, and entered the dance hall without saying a word.

Not far away, Zheng Huhe, who was hiding in the corner and watching this scene, frowned.
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