My spy diary

Chapter 120 Tracking (asking for monthly votes)

Surveillance and tracking is undoubtedly a battle of wits and courage, and it consumes people's attention.

Since leaving the city, masters like Zheng Huhe have become unable to do what they want.

Zheng Huhe sighed helplessly as he watched Lao Yang leisurely carrying his groceries, sometimes stopping to chat, sometimes sitting down to smoke.

Tracking in the city is relatively easy because pedestrians can provide relative cover.

But the crowd is also a double-edged sword for the stalker. While they are covering you, they are also covering the person being stalked. If you don't pay attention to the stalker, they may blend into the crowd and disappear.

What Zheng Huhe can do is to remember all the appearance of the target as firmly as possible, including appearance, body shape, clothing, walking style, and even smell.
If he can observe at a close distance, he also needs to grasp the more subtle features of the target, such as moles on the face, rings or scars on the hands, etc...

In this way, even if the target constantly changes his attire during the journey to prevent tracking, covering up some of his obvious features, some subtle features are often easily overlooked in haste, and discovering these subtle features often becomes a problem. The key to confirming the identification target.

But now that he was out of the city, everything was empty, and there were few pedestrians on the road. If he continued to follow him at a close distance, he would only expose himself. Zheng Huhe had no choice but to find buildings, telephone poles, and trees to cover himself and follow in a roundabout way.

He had made corresponding preparations before tracking, and specially selected a pair of rubber-soled cloth shoes, which were less likely to make noise.

He rubbed his cloudy and groggy eyes, but his numb face showed no trace of panic. He picked his ears and asked sideways:

"You can't speak Mandarin? I asked you where you are going?"

Old Yang made a quick guess and knew that the beggar was asking if he had anything to eat. He looked at the beggar up and down, and he had already made a judgment in his mind that this person was probably not a stalker.

Before he finished speaking, he saw the beggar coming forward with a broken bowl. A pair of dirt-covered hands directly opened the lid of the wooden barrel. When he saw the fermented bean curd remaining at the bottom of the barrel, his eyes gleamed and he swallowed it unconsciously. Swallow.

In addition, he also carries pen and paper and a special camera for special agents to record the tracking of targets at any time.

"Hey, beggar, where are you going?"

Then he placed the broken bowl on the ground with a bang, turned the barrel upside down, and poured all the remaining food inside into the bowl.

As he ran, he looked back frequently, only to see a beggar eating shit and dropping it on the ground. He didn't turn it over for a long time. After waiting for a long time, he got up in embarrassment. He grabbed stones and adobe and threw them with his claws and curses. Lao Yang smiled knowingly and said proudly. On the road proudly.

From his invisible perspective, Zheng Huhe sneered at the corner of his mouth, followed behind with curses and shouts.
After walking another ten miles, Lao Yang turned around and saw that the beggar had disappeared. He sneered and turned back again.

But seeing Lao Yang sitting under the tree smoking again, Zheng Huhe still sighed helplessly.

He took off the gauze belt around his waist, took out the last beggar's outfit, and quickly put it on.

Zheng Huhe's heart moved, but there was no wave on his face. He knew that no matter whether it was the other party's temptation or not, he should be more cautious at this time.

At this moment, his skin was dark and dirty. He was yawning and touching his belly. He seemed to be a beggar who had just woken up and was hungry.

"Is there any more?"

He was walking tremblingly on the bamboo pole. Just when he was about to walk in front of Lao Yang and ambush him, but he didn't want to see him approaching, Lao Yang suddenly spoke.

The beggar didn't mind it at all, he grabbed it from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Who are you? Call me Paw?"

He kept changing directions, using methods such as listening, stopping, looking, turning, turning back, calling, and avoiding. He tested several vaguely suspicious targets behind him and confirmed that they were not stalkers.

He pointed at the barrel and said:
"Eat? There is some tofu bread, but I can't eat this stuff."

In addition, he also prepared a set of simple makeup tools to cope with quick makeup changes anytime and anywhere.

"I don't know where Zhang Yi found the Japanese spy. He is so cunning."

Zheng Huhe looked disdainfully, stepped forward and knocked Lao Yang's barrel with a bamboo pole, touched his stomach and asked:
"Do you have anything to eat or not?"

Zheng Huhe's Sichuan dialect made Lao Yang wrinkle slightly. He raised the cigarette in his hand and continued to ask:

He didn't know if the other party had discovered him, but the most important thing for a stalker was to be bold and careful. At this moment, he couldn't hesitate because of fear of being discovered by the target.

At this moment, I feel relatively relaxed.

However, there must be no less testing that should be done.

There was a lot of food at the bottom of the bucket, and it flowed out along the broken bowl.

Zheng Huhe hid behind a haystack, scratched his hair in annoyance, and pulled off his clothes dressed as Lifu.

Seeing this, the last trace of doubt in Lao Yang's heart disappeared. Under his gaze, he saw the beggar picked up the broken bowl and ate all the fermented bean curd. After he finished, he licked the bowl and muttered while savoring the taste. ask:

Zheng Huhe suffered a lot after traveling dozens of miles intermittently.

"Okay, I'll take pity on you and give you a bite to eat. It's not over yet, right? Go away, grandpa is going home."

At this time, hesitation or hesitation, not to mention increasing the distance from the target, is often more likely to be discovered by the tracking target, because when a person is in a nervous state, it is easier to find abnormalities.

This was very harmful to Zheng Huhe who was following him. He first detoured and ran in front of Lao Yang to ambush him. When he saw that the man had detoured back, he quickly followed him.

In addition, it was getting dark and the light was dim, so I almost lost my target.

Because right from the moment he delivered the intelligence, Lao Yang had already used the anti-tracking skills that a professional agent must master.

Under his gaze, Lao Yang warmly greeted passers-by and entered the second-to-last house at the end of the village.

After the test was over, Lao Yang lost his good temper towards him. He got up from the ground and slapped his butt, picked up the pole angrily and cursed:

He took out the makeup tools and put on makeup for himself, hid all the tools in the haystack, then rolled a few times in the soil next to him, looked in the mirror, and then took the broken bowl and bamboo pole from behind the haystack. come out.

"What do you mean by Sa Zi? You don't care where I go."

As he spoke, he kicked the beggar played by Zheng Huhe to the foot of the field, picked up the pole and ran away as fast as he could.

After walking a few miles, he entered a village on a familiar road.

After a while, dim lights came on, and as the smoke rose, the tempting aroma of food wafted out of the courtyard.

Zheng Huhe was squatting in the haystack behind Lao Yang's yard, trying his best to conceal his movements and breathing.

When you smell the delicious food and your stomach growls unsatisfactorily, you may be really hungry.

But now he had nothing to eat except a broken bowl and a bamboo pole. Zheng Huhe sighed again.

Time passed by, and just when Lao Zheng was getting impatient, suddenly the door of Lao Yang's house creaked. "Who? Who is where? You are sneaky, don't think I haven't noticed you, come out." Lao Yang's scolding sound came from not far away, and then the Huozhezi lit up with a gleam of light.

Zheng Huhe had a stern look on his face, standing on his head with hair all over his body, dripping with cold sweat.

"Has he been discovered? This guy has been acting with me? Why did he just speak out now? Has he destroyed the evidence at home while cooking?"

Zheng Huhe's expression changed drastically, he held his breath, hid himself in the haystack, and grabbed the bamboo pole tightly.

If it is really exposed, the next thing to consider is not the mission, but your own safety.

When they meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins, and he will subdue the opponent immediately.

Time seemed to have frozen. Just when Zheng Huhe was about to crawl out and attack the target, he suddenly heard a slanderous voice in the darkness:

"Hehe, Lao Yang's ears are full of aura. Even though I'm so careful, you still discovered me." The visitor chuckled, sniffed, and said with a proud smile:
"Lao Yang, your ears are sharp, and my nose is equally sharp. I smelled pork just now. You old guy is dishonest. You eat alone."

"What kind of pork? That's nonsense. It's just a little lard I exchanged for tofu today. What's wrong? You, Li Xiaosi, are the only ones who smell it with your nose? I've already eaten the lard. Do you still want the pot water? Have a drink?"

"Hehe." Li Xiaosi smiled awkwardly. He thought he had grasped Lao Yang's hand, but he didn't want to be overcome by him. He said angrily:
"Have I not eaten meat for a long time? I thought I could have a meal at your house? Forget it, I'll go to Wang Er Mazi's house. I heard that this guy is back and he must have brought a lot of delicious food. "

"Wang Ermazi is back? Is your brother-in-law the head of the security team?" Lao Yang's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he slowly put the dagger on his back into his cuffs, his eyebrows flashing, and he asked curiously.

"Bullshit brother-in-law, it's just the outer room kept by the head of the security team, or the third room
But Wang Ermazi did make a fortune thanks to his sister. I heard that he now works in the security group for general affairs and has bicycles that only people in the city can afford. "Li Xiaosi didn't even know that he had passed through the gate of hell, and he complained a few words with envy and jealousy.

"Oh, that person is also a public servant now?" Lao Yang handed out a cigarette and pretended to sigh:

"Little Fourth Brother, are you familiar with Second Brother Wang? Can you help make an introduction?"

"What? You, Lao Yang, do you want to flatter him too? Don't look at the grandson who is now five and six, he used to be worse off than me." Li Xiaosi dismissed it.

"Little Fourth Brother, this is your fault. We are all fellow villagers. If you can help me and do some errands, even if it is a job of serving others in a low voice, it will be better than what you are doing now. After all, you are working for the public. Think about it." Lao Yang was very eloquent, and Li Xiaosi nodded frequently after a few words.

"Then go and meet?"

"It's not a meeting, it's a visit. Wait a minute, I'll go change my clothes and bring my old hen with me."

The voices of the two people talking gradually became quieter, followed by the neighing of an old hen, and then the sound of locking the door. Listening to the footsteps of the two people in the distance, Zheng Huhe wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, breathed a sigh of relief, and Come out of the haystack.

He waited in the darkness for a while, seeing no movement around him, and then quietly entered Lao Yang's house.

In the office, Zhang Yigang had just summoned his subordinates to arrange the surveillance arrangements for tomorrow's meeting at "Slinger Kai Cafe" when he saw Qian Xiaosan walking in with a disappointed look on his face.

"What happened?" Zhang Yi was confused. Didn't this guy lead people to ransack Deputy Director Ma's house? Why this expression?

Qian Xiaosan spread his hands in frustration and said:
"Commander, you haven't seen it. Not to mention his home, the stolen goods recovered from the courtyard outside the city alone filled two large cars. It can be said to be a spectacular sight."

Zhang Yi frowned, why did this line sound so familiar?
He thought about it, wasn't this what Yu Zecheng said to Webmaster Wu? He glanced sideways at Qian Xiaosan and thought to himself, could this guy also be able to travel through time?

Zhang Yi's glance made him tremble all over. Qian Xiaosan gave up the opportunity to show off and said with a sad face:

"Commander, haven't you seen that the brothers have packed up the stolen goods and are preparing to escort them back?
Who knew that the military police suddenly came at this time? My subordinates thought they were from the garrison military police headquarters and were about to fight with them. Who knew that Adjutant Jia got out of the car? "

"Adjutant Jia?" Zhang Yi was surprised.

"Yes, Boss Dai's adjutant, Adjutant Jia." Qian Xiaosan said angrily:
"They showed their ID, and I had no choice but to watch as all the stolen goods were taken away."

"The one from another courtyard was taken away, but where is the one from his family?" Zhang Yi was depressed. He wanted to take advantage of it, but he didn't know that Boss Dai was the one who was strategizing.

Haha, money and silk touch people's hearts.

"From his family?" Qian Xiaosan shook his head in annoyance and sighed:
"Everything at home has been evacuated. Some inspection team came here, saying they were ordered by some deputy chief."

The stolen goods were all divided. It seemed that the backers behind Deputy Director Ma had simply given up on him.

Zhang Yi sighed, what a pity!

The monkey glanced at Qian Xiaosan and said disdainfully: "You are still too slow. You usually look very smart, but you didn't expect that you would slip up at the critical moment."

Qian Xiaosan smiled when he heard the words, a bit of pride appeared on his greasy and wretched face, winked at Zhang Yi, glanced sideways at the monkey, and said in a mysterious manner:
"Commander, please report privately if you have something to do with your humble position."

"Say it, we are all our own people, just say it if you have anything to say." Zhang Yi said disapprovingly while blowing on the hot tea.

Qian Xiaosan sighed helplessly, thinking that the monkey seemed to be the chief's confidant. It was unrealistic to replace him in the short term, so he had to think about it in the long term.

"Hehe, my hands are not slow." Qian Xiaosan smiled proudly at the monkey and said respectfully to Zhang Yi:

"Commander, I noticed that the situation was not good at that time, so I kept a careful eye on it and stuffed some jewelry, gold, calligraphy and paintings under the sofa and took it out later. These things are my filial piety to the unit chief."

'Oh, my little sweetheart.'

Zhang Yi took a pleasant sip of tea, feeling the fragrance linger in his mouth. He looked at Qian Xiaosan carefully. He didn't expect that this guy had such an interesting soul hidden under his wretched face.

Could it be that this guy also understands Stiepank’s theory and the principle of the Golden Buddha on the Amyrlin Seat?
Talent!
At this moment, Zhang Yi was too lazy to care about whether this guy was filial to begin with, or whether he took out the stolen goods because there was something wrong with them and couldn't get over it, and whether he had any extra secrets.

His face was not red, his heart was not beating, and he said calmly: "Okay, I will drive to my car later and put it directly in the trunk."

"Yes." Qian Xiaosan bowed respectfully and left with his chest held high and his head held high.

Zhang Yi looked at his back and thought to himself, this guy looks quite smart. Since he knows the world, why didn't he get involved before?

Thinking that he was related to Deputy Director Zheng's wife, Zhang Yi could only lament that he had found the wrong temple with the pig's head.

Boss Dai said it well. To do spy work and collect intelligence does not require certain skills, but to be good at being a person and doing things, and to have an insight into the world.

These days, we pay attention to the nepotistic relationship between teachers, students and fellow students, and have an insight into the ways of the world, which is to grasp the five-character secret of "clothing, management, teachers, wealth, and work".

Qun means nepotism, and office refers to lobbyists. In ancient times, they were people like Zhang Yi and Su Qin. Nowadays, they are offices in Jinling or local offices. These people are all clairvoyant and obedient.

The master is naturally the master's adviser, and the wealth is naturally money.

Zhang Yi thought about it, experienced it carefully, and the more he thought about it, the more wonderful he felt. If he understood how to use it with one mind, he would be able to go anywhere, everything would be disadvantageous, and everything would be invincible.

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(End of this chapter)