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Text Chapter 509: Someone is coming to the house (Part 2)

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    After resting for a night in the HNA Brigade barracks, in the early morning, Dali took Zhao Shuisheng, asked for leave, and walked out of the heavily guarded barracks in casual clothes. The sentries guarding the inner guards, and the militiamen roaming around the outside, had no regard for these two people who were out normally.  Officer, without the slightest doubt.

    Also, now in the urban area of ??Isabela, a large number of businessmen from all over the world are flocking to the city. Countless shops, restaurants and even nightclubs have been built on the edge of the dock area. As a commodity distribution center that has just taken shape, it has already grown into a large  This made them popular; and the rest system for each unit stipulated by the Ministry of Security also gave these officers and soldiers a chance to take to the streets to catch their breath.

    As long as you don't delay your return to the camp and don't bring some diseases back, everyone will care where you are. If you get into hot fights, the police will deal with them. In serious cases, the military police will come forward. As long as you don't want to go to the mines in the mountains to suffer.  Fight your muscles, no one will cause trouble on the island without being wise.

    The officers and soldiers of the Security Department who have a lot of allowances in their pockets, in addition to those who have families who can afford it, and a bunch of passionate young people, naturally will not give up the great time of playing. The military camp is only ten meters away from the center of the city.  It takes less than an hour to walk several miles.

    We walked to the road outside the military camp and spent one dollar on a truck transporting ore. The two of them staggered for about twenty minutes and were already standing on the bluestone street in the city.

    "Brother, where are we going?" Zhao Shuisheng, who reunited with Dali again, followed Dali's instructions and stopped calling him by his official name. Even the title of squad leader was stopped by Dali. Now he doesn't know what he has become.  Which side of the people.

    "Where? Where do you want to go? Do you want to go to the nightclub?" Dali turned back to look at his brother, with a smile on his lips. Seeing Shui Sheng's intention, he couldn't help but his face darkened, "Don't think about those fancy things.  , don¡¯t even think about it,¡±

    "Who are you? You have to have a clear picture in your mind. I can't save you even if you cross the line." A strong and heavy threat.  Zhao Shuisheng's originally cheerful mood immediately sank to the bottom. If he had known that he would have stayed in the military camp, he would have spent a dollar just to get out.  It was his subordinate who paid the money.  It's not the commander next to me.

    I have spent a long time with sailors from all ethnic groups.  Zhao Shuisheng, with his capable skills and strong water ability, was able to mix well, of course.  From the mouths of some soldiers, he also heard some erotic news. His ears were calloused by the Japanese-run Whitebait nightclub in the city. How could he not be interested, even if he just went to see it?  Bragging rights.

    As for how to "see", it depends on whether the old officer Dali is around.

    It had to be said that subconsciously, Zhao Shuisheng had already acquiesced to the current life in the military camp. If he was allowed to return to the mainland without rich meals and generous allowances, he didn't know whether his will could be strong, and he didn't dare.  To think.

    "However, he could no longer get used to the three yuan a day for officers and soldiers on the mainland. He didn't even have enough money for cigarettes, let alone a beautiful knife.

    What's more, Chief Luo was merciful and took two potions. The impact of the burning knife on him was beyond imagination.

    Now, if Luo Er is present and gives an order, although he will not draw his gun and kill Dali, he will definitely hold his boss down and tie him with a rope.

    "Hey, it's just talk. I haven't said anything yet," Shui Sheng scratched his head helplessly, "Okay, I'll just listen to you, brother." Dali's face was not calm today, so Shui Sheng didn't dare to argue.  The pistol inserted in the middle gave him a bad premonition about this outing.

    "Well, let's go. I've been miserable in the military camp for more than half a month. Let's go find a restaurant and I'll treat you to a nice meal." He softened his expression, patted Shuisheng's shoulder vigorously, sighed softly in his heart, and walked towards  Walk down the street.

    He also didn't expect that in such a closed environment of the HNA Brigade, he would be contacted by the organization. At the vendor selling fruit cigarettes outside the military camp, a dark-skinned old Chinese woman showed up with a note sandwiched in change.  , and hooked myself out.

    ¡°After all, I still can¡¯t let it go. If I want to let go of my relatives in China and those old superiors who have high expectations for me, then Du Dali will not be himself.

    Wandering on the street, the two of them came to a Chinese restaurant. This restaurant called "Old City", although it was not lunch time yet, was already bustling with people. Most of the diners had Asian faces.  From time to time, you can see foreigners, white or black, etc.

    "Hey, this business is good," Shuisheng muttered in surprise, Dali walked into the restaurant door with a frown on his face. He wanted to see who wanted to meet him.

    "Sir, you are here, please sit inside." The waiter in the restaurant was a smart young man. He glanced at Dali and saw him entering the door. He quickly put down the teapot in his hand and walked towards him.??He stretched out his hand and drew the strong force inward.

    "Haha, business is good." Although the waiter spoke in Northeastern dialect, Dali was unmoved and stood at the gate without moving. "It's not time to eat yet, do you have fried noodles here? If not,  Never mind,"

    "Fried noodles?" The waiter's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he still had a fake smile to welcome guests, "Fried noodles are only soybean fried noodles, and they don't add vegetable oil. As long as you are used to eating them, they will be ready soon,"

    Squinting his eyes and scanning the lowered palms of the waiter, Dali forced himself to laugh twice, "If there are any, just serve two bowls first and just put some salt on them." As he spoke, he took out a cigarette and took it out.  Military lighter.

    Now that the code was correct, the waiter¡¯s smile became more sincere and he hurried forward, ¡°Sir, it¡¯s better not to smoke in the restaurant. How about I find you two a private room where you can smoke?¡±

    In the fifty-square-meter hall on the first floor, there were about a dozen tables and thirty or so diners. Dali glanced at it and saw that no one was smoking, so he nodded.  However, the fragrant dishes on the table in the hall made him feel strange.

    Not only him, but also Zhao Shuisheng, a man who has never been picky about food, had already swallowed countless saliva and memorized the location and name of this restaurant in his heart.

    Outside the private room at the top of the second floor, I opened the door curtain vigorously and looked in, my eyes widened immediately.  "Minister Jin? Why are you here?" As he spoke, he waved his hand to leave Shuisheng outside. He went in and quickly closed the door with his hands.

    There is a small dining table in the middle of the private room, sitting facing the door, is the tall old Jin who arrived in Hong Kong yesterday, Jin Chaoyang, the director of the Organization Department of the Central and Southern Bureau of the Mainland Ministry of National Defense, an old acquaintance of Dali; sitting on the side of the dining table,  It is Song Biao, deputy director of the External Relations Department of the Central and South Bureau.

    I recognized Lao Jin at first sight.  On Dali¡¯s round head.  Unconsciously, he broke into a fine sweat. As a result of his guilty conscience, in front of this acquaintance who used to be his brother-in-law, his confidence disappeared early.

    "Haha. Dali. We haven't seen each other for a long time. In order to meet you, we have traveled thousands of miles away from home," he said haha.  Lao Jin sat at the main seat of the dining table, without raising his buttocks or even letting go of the tea cup in his hand. The smile in his eyes made Dali feel a little warmer.

    There is no other way. There are cadres from the External Relations Department watching. He, Lao Jin, has a better relationship with you, so he doesn¡¯t dare to show any signs of it here.

    Sure enough, as soon as Dali showed up, Song Biao immediately put down the tea cup, his back straight, his face as serious as an iron door panel, and the look he looked at Dali seemed to be looking at a hidden traitor.

    There was no way, and it was also the fault of Luo Er, a wilted guy, who took Dali to walk around the streets of Taipei a few times, and then went to the HNA Brigade to check and express condolences. His glorious image of Dali may have been recorded in the files of the intelligence agencies of various countries.  There is a thick stack, how can the mainland official not have it?

    Looking at the two faces with different expressions, countless past events flashed through his mind. Dali found with great sadness that it seemed that he was really not unjust. They were showing off by not tying him up on the spot and taking him back to the country.  .

    Seeing Du Dali standing at the door with a stiff expression and no longer saying a word, Lao Jin coughed and lowered his voice, "Comrade Du Dali, sit down first and sit down to talk." If he pushed hard, he would force this guy  If you are anxious, it will spoil the big thing. This is not a country. If you are not afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst. If you provoke the police and military police, you will not even have a place to run.

    What¡¯s more, Lao Jin¡¯s eyesight is not bad, Dali¡¯s waist is bulging, and he must have a backup plan. If the rabbit is anxious, he will step on the eagle. If there is a fierce fight, he will definitely suffer the loss.

    Lao Jin's comforting voice in his ears, as well as the low cold snort of the guy who was obviously a cadre, made Dali come to his senses. He smiled self-deprecatingly and sat down on the chair, simply lying on the ground.  A visitor from afar, yes, a visitor from afar.

    You must know that this is not the country. If anything happens, he Dali will not take responsibility.

    "Old Jin, I haven't seen you for a while. Your heartbeat is very erratic. Time really takes its toll on people." Da Li felt that he had lost his temper just now, but his words were not ambiguous. Looking at Song from the side, he looked very gloomy.  Biao, "This man looks angry, why don't you introduce me to him?"

    "Song Biao, Deputy Director of the External Relations Department of the Central and South Bureau," Lao Jin did not hide anything and spoke out the identity of his companion, but he was a little sparing of words and unwilling to say more.

    Damn it, you're fooling me, why did the General Intelligence Bureau produce such a scumbag? Afraid that others wouldn't be able to see his identity, he turned his head vigorously and speechlessly, no longer looking at Song Biao's proud face, "Then call me out today,  If you have anything to say, just tell me, I am a big boss in the army, and being pretentious is not my strong point."

    "Bump," a strong sarcastic voice said.Song Biao, who couldn't hold back his anger for a long time, raised his hand and slapped the dining table before he was done. He glared at Dali angrily and opened his mouth to scold him. It's no wonder that this was his first time for a cadre like Dali.  When they met, Song Biao, who was used to being greeted enthusiastically by lower-level cadres, could not bear such a tone.

    However, he really encountered a thorn today. "Pop," and there was no movement from Dali. A bright red star pistol was slapped ferociously on the table. The black muzzle was so slanted.  He pointed diagonally at Song Biao.

    "Hey, if you want to play rough, let's try it. Let's see if it's your mouth that's good or my pistol that's not good enough." He opened his mouth and sneered vigorously, glancing at Song Biao's astonished eyes with a crooked eye. "  Remember, if someone dies in Freeport, no one will care, and I don¡¯t mind either, just throw it into the wild, there is no need to bury it,¡±

    Outside the private room, Zhao Shuisheng's ears were already open. Hearing the powerful sound inside, he also pulled out the pistol from his waist, clicked it against the fire door, and drove the waiter down the stairs with a wave of the gun.

    Hearing Dali¡¯s threatening tone and the military pistol shining brightly on the table, not only did Song Biao¡¯s calf tighten, but even Lao Jin frowned; it seemed that the situation here was not easy to resolve.

    "Dali, look at you, what do you want to do? Why don't you put your gun away? There are no enemies here for you to use your gun." Lao Jin shouted dissatisfiedly as he picked up the tea cup and took a sip of warm tea.  He is not very satisfied with Song Biao, but he is still his comrade after all. As for fighting with swords and guns.

    Lao Jin and Dali's brother were brothers of life and death. Naturally, Dali did not dare to resist with a cold face. He put the gun back into his waist with a stern face and said, "Lao Jin, for your face, I won't argue with this guy." He said casually, but  Song Biao's face turned dark with anger, but the unkind look in Lao Jin's eyes made him suppress his anger.

    Next, according to the procedure, Luo Er reported his experience during this period to Lao Jin. He still maintained the respect from the bottom of his heart for everyone who came to the organization, except for those with Song Biao's status.

    As for the secret conversation that lasted more than an hour in the private room, Shuisheng outside didn't know how many secrets were leaked, but he could clearly see the melancholy expression on Dali's face when he came out.

    "Dali, you still have to persist in some things." After the conversation, Lao Jin patted Dali's shoulder gently, "There are three top chefs in this restaurant. You can eat Hunan cuisine, Huainan cuisine, and Shandong cuisine.  "," the simple words, others couldn't understand the meaning, but Dali understood that the intelligence point will be here.

    Before saying goodbye, he pulled Lao Jin vigorously and asked in a low voice, "Lao Jin, is my brother okay?" What he is most worried about now is that if his own affairs involve his brother, then he might as well  Forget it, go back home.

    "Oh, it's okay. Your brother is fine. It's very spacious and relaxing to sit in the office of the Ministry of National Defense." A flash of something happened in Lao Jin's eyes, and then he replied gently. Only Song Biao was sitting there and didn't move.  , a contemptuous sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

    The office space in the boiler room in the backyard of the Ministry of National Defense is very spacious, but the coal ash is a bit too big.

    "Oh, I got it, I'm leaving first," Dali nodded slightly, turned around and went downstairs with a calm expression. The sound of footsteps made Lao Jin feel irritable.

    Not in the mood to eat those famous dishes, he left the restaurant with Shuisheng, and stood dazedly on the steaming street. A chill spread throughout his body. The deep meaning in Lao Jin's words, Song Biao's sneer, if he continued  If you can't understand or see clearly, then you are the real asshole.

    His brother was implicated by him and had no future. Fortunately, he kept his military status, but he had no idea what to do in the future.

    He looked up at the high-rise buildings of the base camp in the distance and saw the flags flying in the wind. He hesitated and made great efforts. He sighed, turned around and walked towards the suburbs. Only at the market on the east side of the street could he find a ride back to the military camp.

    On the second floor of the "Old City" restaurant, there was no sound in the private room except for the buzzing of the electric fan. Lao Jin stood on the side of the window, looking at the direction in which Dali was leaving, and breathed a sigh of relief. If Dali walked towards the base camp,  This information point must be given up if it cannot be said.

    "Lao Jin, this Du Dali is quite reliable, but he is a bit reckless." Song Biao, who was beside Lao Jin, responded to the gloom just now and drank the cold tea in his hand with a smile; although he worked with Lao Jin  It hasn't been long, but the red-faced and white-faced cooperation has become extremely proficient.

    "Yes, the situation in the country is quite serious. We are performing tasks outside. If we are careless for a moment, it will be a huge disaster." Lao Jin made a pun, raised his face with emotion, looked at the vague Luo-shaped flag in the distance, and lightly  He shook his head slightly.

    Luo Benchu, a comrade on the Korean battlefield, had no room to save. An English newspaper in the restaurant listed his wife and daughter in the United States, and the villa?The photos of playing completely cut off Lao Jin's courage to try it out.  (To be continued)
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