When Yue Zhongqi and Mao Zige received the call, they were adrift at sea in Geshan Bay.
What Yue Zhongqi particularly admired about Mao Zi was that he picked up two pairs of worn-out leather shoes from a garbage dump next to the military camp, tore off the uppers, and sewed the soles onto their shoes on the spot, but the stitching was reversed.
The old soles themselves bear the physical characteristics left behind by the original owner, which can interfere with the police investigation.
Sewing the old shoe soles back onto your own soles creates another layer of interference.
It makes it difficult for police officers who have collected footprints to calculate the height and weight of criminals.
In fact, the reason why professional killers leave clues is mainly due to panic and negligence. However, if a killer is calm enough, has the skills of Chen Rou, and has the patience of a Taiwanese to clean up the scene, he will not leave any evidence.
That's what a great KGB agent is like.
The two of them haven't gone ashore yet, which was Maozi's own suggestion. The more time they spend ashore, the more footprints they leave behind. To avoid being watched, he even consciously wrapped the lamp with black oil paper so that the light could shine only on him and not leak out at all.
The story of Zhang Fei embroidering flowers perfectly describes him.
For most people, committing a crime is just a matter of sewing it up to a decent degree, right?
But he didn't. He took a large needle with a cow's nose eye and stitched the sole of the shoe back tightly, one stitch at a time.
Yue Zhongqi was leaning against a large plastic bucket, smelling the pungent sulfuric acid odor emanating from it, trying on shoes. After trying them on, he gave Maozi a thumbs up: "Dude, you're awesome."
He sewed it really well.
Moreover, they were going to sink the ship eventually, since it was evidence of their crimes. But since they were going to do it themselves, the Russian guy's requirement was that even if the ship sank, there couldn't be a single fingerprint on it.
When Yue Zhongqi pressed his hand on the floor while putting on his shoes, Yue immediately grabbed the alcohol, sprayed it several times, and then wiped it with a rag.
Yue Zhongqi remained silent for a while, then suddenly said, "Dude, you must have killed a lot of people before, it's become muscle memory."
The Russian guy looked up, his nose, stained red from years of drinking, and said smugly, "I've never been caught."
Yue Zhongqi, not to be outdone, retorted, "That's because you haven't met me yet."
The Russian guy retorted, "No, you're no good, and neither are your men."
If you can't win, you resort to cheating.
Yue Zhongqi said, "Someone like you, daring to come to our mainland, from the moment you get off the plane, countless eyes are watching you. If you do anything out of line, you will be reported by the enthusiastic aunties immediately. So just now, you were already finished when you picked up the trash. You have no chance."
Looking at my watch again, I realized I couldn't chat anymore, because Lin Sir would be passing by the military camp in 10 minutes.
They should get ashore soon.
Meanwhile, just a kilometer away on the main road, Chen Rou was chatting with Colonel Lange.
She kept her promise, brought the pipe, and handed it over to Colonel Rango.
Actually, Colonel Rango wanted to go back as soon as he received the items. He could talk about anything else tomorrow. He had something very important to do tonight: to enforce discipline and catch those who were drunk and not returning to their posts on time.
After Chen Rou closed the trunk, she took out a cigarette and tried to light it herself, but it wouldn't start after several attempts.
Even a beautiful woman has her troubles. Her husband has a domineering and aggressive mistress. Colonel Rango saw the troubles beneath the dignified and elegant lady's exterior, took the Zippo lighter, snapped it twice, and smothered it with his hand, igniting the flame.
Cars frequently pass by this area, and pedestrians occasionally stroll by. Someone stared at Chen Rou, so she turned and walked to the side. There was a green belt there, the lights were dim, and most importantly, there was no one there.
Colonel Rango had just received the gift and hadn't even thanked them yet, so of course he couldn't leave.
It was 9:45 PM. He glanced at his watch, and being a gentleman, he quietly followed behind Chen Rou.
She suddenly turned around, smiled and said, "I think your grandmother not only had many umbrellas, but also many embroideries and other treasures passed down from the Qing Dynasty court. I would love to see them."
Colonel Rango smiled and said, "Of course, and whatever you like, I can give it to you, after all, we are friends."
He is actually a highly disciplined soldier. They are currently at a disadvantage and are the ones who are to be driven out, but under his command, the military discipline is relatively strict. Although they feel good about themselves, they never do anything out of line.
Chen Rou felt somewhat embarrassed for using underhanded tactics to trick him.
But this is also a battlefield, and on the battlefield, sympathizing with the enemy only leads to one outcome: death!
Chen Rou added, “I plan to move to Great Britain in the future. I have never been to Wales. Can you tell me about the local customs and climate? Most importantly, I need to know if the people there are hospitable.”
Wales is Colonel Rango's hometown and a place of his childhood memories.
And how could someone possibly feel that their hometown and childhood were bad, or that their neighbor was bad?
Looking at his watch again, Colonel Lango gave himself another five minutes to comfort the woman who was heartbroken over her divorce, telling her how beautiful his hometown was when the sun shone, and how caring people like his family were towards their neighbors.
But just as he was getting into the conversation, Chen Rou's phone rang.
By the way, she was wearing a suit today, a light gray suit jacket and skirt, with a brown belt. Her medium-length hair was slightly curled, and although it was black, her overall demeanor was very similar to that of the princess whom Colonel Lango loved most and whom he served.
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