December 12, 1938.

At dawn, Wang's mansion was in chaos.

"What's the point of panic? What's the point of panic?"

Wang Jingwei tried his best to remain calm in front of others.

Today will be the beginning of the escape.

"Have you brought all the valuables?"

As soon as he saw Chen Bijun coming out, Wang Jingwei asked hurriedly.

"I've brought it all with me. I'll hold it myself." Chen Bijun picked up the luggage in his hand and said, "Sir, you must be careful if you stay alone in Chongqing."

After so many years of marriage, they still maintain the habit. Chen Bijun calls him "Sir" and he calls her "Ms. Bingru".

"Don't worry, I have Du Shan by my side. Nothing will happen." Wang Jingwei was full of confidence in Meng Baifeng and looked outside: "By the way, why hasn't Du Shan come yet?"

Chen Bijun smiled: "The appointment is for seven o'clock. It's not like you don't know that Xing Weng will never be late, but he will never be a minute early."

"Mr. Wang."

While he was talking, Wang Jingwei's two spy chiefs, Ren Daowu and Qiu Qiancheng, walked in one after another: "The cars have been arranged, and the military commander is also sending people to keep an eye on them. There is nothing special. Sir, Madam, it's us.

Let me accompany you to the airport."

"No need." Chen Bijun blurted out without having time to think: "As long as Mr. Xing is with me, nothing will happen. You just need to protect me here."

Wang Jingwei said: "Now, how to infiltrate our people deeply is the top priority. Even if we leave Chongqing, we can know every move in Chongqing. Ren Daowu, Qiu Qiancheng, you personally have the list of these personnel."

"Yes, Mr. Wang."

Wang Jingwei doesn't know who these deep-lying agents are, and he has no interest in knowing. He has Meng Baifeng, Ren Daowu, and Qiu Qiancheng under his command.

"By the way, Mr. Wang." Ren Daowu hesitated for a moment, then said: "Last night, Mr. Meng found another woman, or..."

"then what?"

"She is also the newly married wife of Lian Houmin, the captain of the anti-smuggling team of the Chongqing Police Department."

"This crosses the mountain." Wang Jingwei could only smile bitterly: "Everything is good, but she is a good woman. He dares to want any woman."

Ren Daowu continued: "Mr. Wang, Lian Houmin is one of ours. Is it too much for Mr. Meng to do this? What if Lian Houmin..."

Wang Jingwei's heart brightened.

Meng Baifeng and Ren Daowu were both in charge of intelligence work, so there was definitely competition between the two. Although Ren Daowu didn't dare to do anything openly, he secretly always wanted to find a handle on Meng Baifeng.

He looked at Ren Daowu: "Then what do you want me to do to him? That's Meng Baifeng. It's abnormal for him not to sleep with women. I really want to reprimand him severely. In anger, he surrendered to the chairman of the committee. Meng Baifeng

To be able to do such a thing, celebrities have been popular since ancient times. Apart from being romantic, the most important thing celebrities care about is whether others respect them. You won't understand."

"Do you have breakfast?"

At this moment, Meng Baifeng's voice came in.

"Yes, yes." Chen Bijun immediately said with a smile: "Xingweng is punctual. If he says seven o'clock, it will be seven o'clock, every minute and every second. Your favorite food has been prepared for you."

Two eggs, a cup of milk, a cup of coffee, neither Chinese nor foreign.

Meng Baifeng sat down as if there was no one else around and had a mouthful of eggs and a mouthful of milk.

"It's hard work for you when crossing the mountain." Wang Jingwei and Chen Bijun sat down in front of him.

"What's the hard work? Don't be afraid of hard work. The most important thing is to be able to safely send Ms. Bingru to the special plane." Meng Baifeng finished the eggs, drank the milk, and unbuttoned his suit.

I saw that he was carrying a pistol and two grenades hanging from his waist.

He said calmly: "When it really comes to a critical moment, Mrs. Bingru can just leave and don't worry about me. I will just fight with them."

Wang Jingwei and Chen Bijun were almost in tears.

Meng Baifeng was prepared to fight to the death.

A true righteous man!

Meng Baifeng took a sip of coffee and suddenly said: "Ren Daowu."

"Ah, Mr. Meng."

"Yesterday I slept with Lian Houmin's woman, did you know?"

Ren Daowu was embarrassed and didn't know how to answer.

"Of course you know." Meng Baifeng smiled coldly: "You have been sending people to follow me and monitor me, but you think I don't know. I also know that Lian Houmin is somewhat related to you and is a dog of yours."

Ren Daowu swallowed his anger and said: "I dare not ask too much about Mr. Meng's affairs. Lian Houmin thinks he is unlucky. Who allowed him to marry a beautiful wife?"

"You can't interfere." Meng Baifeng said slowly: "The person you sent to monitor me suddenly became not in a good mood when I went out early in the morning, so I killed him."

What?

Ren Daowu's expression suddenly changed.

"I put the body in the trunk of the car." Meng Baifeng said in a cold voice: "If you send people to follow and monitor me again, the next body in the trunk will be you."

What does it mean to be angry but dare not speak? Ren Daowu knows now.

"Okay, okay, this matter is over, no one needs to talk about it anymore." Wang Jingwei hurriedly tried to smooth things over.

Meng Baifeng looked at the time: "Ms. Bingru, let's go."

…

A lot of materials were placed in front of Meng Shaoyuan.

This is all the information that Lao Bacon and Brother Pao have obtained in the past two days.

Although there is no news about Kitaoka Machi so far, a few real Japanese spies have been captured.

After interrogation, it was found that none of these agents knew the existence of Kitaoka Machi.

"If I were him, where would I hide?"

Meng Shaoyuan murmured.

He got up, came to the map of Chongqing, picked up Lao Bacon's report, and looked at the report and the map for a while.

After a while, he picked up the phone: "Go to Lao Bacon and ask him to come to my place."

…

"Ms. Bingru, we're here."

Meng Baifeng got off the car and looked around cautiously.

The special plane is ready.

More than a dozen people were deployed at the airport, all to protect Chen Bijun.

As soon as I said I could get off the bus, it immediately became lively.

There are six cars and one truck in total.

All of them are Wang Jingwei's family members and their luggage.

One by one came out of the car, noisy.

"Don't make a mess, don't make a mess." Meng Baifeng said loudly: "Go and ask a few people to come and carry the luggage on the plane. Others, old and young, go first."

"Everyone listens to Mr. Meng." Chen Bijun also greeted hurriedly.

Several agents were called to carry the luggage.

There was a short man pushing a cart, his head lowered and silent.

Chen Bijun only took care of his luggage and didn't pay attention at all.

"Ma'am, be careful."

Meng Baifeng suddenly whispered.

"What's wrong?" Chen Bijun was surprised.

"Pretend that nothing happened." Meng Baifeng said in particular: "The man pushing the cart behaved wrongly."

"what to do?"

"It's okay, I'm here."

Meng Baifeng's words immediately made Chen Bijun feel at ease.

The man pushing the cart looked at the luggage being put on the cart one by one. He quietly reached into his pocket and pulled out a gun.

"boom!"

The gunshot rang first.

There was a muffled grunt from the cart, and the pistol dropped to the ground. He was covering his injured wrist and was about to run away when another gunshot rang out.

The bullet accurately hit his thigh.

Waves of exclamations sounded nearby.
To be continued...