After listening to Fu Zhen’s detailed report, Meng Xi stepped in and said, “If you’re only working in Jiangzhou, this is okay. After all, there are Chen-type troops over there. There is no danger. But you can’t bluff me, understand. ?"

"Understood." Fu Zhen nodded readily: "Approve me the money!"

"How much?" Meng Xi asked.

"Five hundred thousand is enough. If the settlement fee is involved in the follow-up, I will take care of what you want." Fu Zhen replied.

"Okay, you can go to the finance department. I'll call over there." Meng Xi looked down at her watch: "I will give you four days to do this. You must come back when the time is up. Expiration will be handled in accordance with the illegal order."

"Okay, no problem." Fu Zhen nodded in response.

Meng Xi looked at him solemnly, with no laughter at all on her face: "Your seven-district navy, teach you to respond to orders from the upper echelon like this?"

Fu Zhen blinked, stood up immediately, and shouted in salute: "The Chief Reporter, the Chief of the Secret Operations Division of the Military and Political Investigation Bureau, has fully understood the order and must return on time!"

Meng Xi was satisfied: "Go."

"Then I'm leaving." Fu Zhen grinned and turned to leave.

Meng Xi slowly got up, walked to the desk, picked up the landline to call Finance, and asked him to approve the payment of 500,000 yuan, and asked him to transfer ten key members to work together.

…

One hour later, the Field Office of the Military and Political Investigation Bureau.

Deng Wenzhao pointed to the fifty-odd people and said: "All the people on duty are here. These people have worked with us from the Songjiang period. They are clean and absolutely reliable."

Fu Zhen swept the crowd around, nodded in satisfaction, and suddenly shouted: "The height of about 1.8 to 1.5 meters is out of the queue!"

The fifty-odd people looked at each other, and then about twenty people stepped out and stood in a straddle posture.

"Leave the queue with security experience!" Fu Zhen shouted again.

When the voice fell, a dozen more people took a step forward.

Fu Zhen looked at the people who went out, and quickly selected ten people, and then said to Deng Wenzhao: "OK, only these ten."

"Anything else?" Deng Wenzhao asked.

"Does the Military and Political Investigation Bureau have casual clothes? We want that kind of custom suits and leather shoes, uniformly equipped with the same belt, on the weapon, we must have a waist tactical bag, equipped with P226-1 pistols, bullet bags, and telescopic batons. It's a lot of money." Fu Zhen put forward a series of demands.

Deng Wenzhao was a little confused, and said he was going to take them to the catwalk, or to go to work: "...We have casual clothes, but...custom suits or something, definitely not prepared...you have all the other weapons and equipment you want. But can you put together ten sets of the same style, I...I can’t say. You know, our department was formed afterwards, and the stuff is not very complete."

"Never pretend to solve it by myself, but these equipment must be fixed for me."

"Properly," Deng Wenzhao nodded, "I will try my best to do it for you."

"Thanks brother."

"No thanks, you are the celebrity next to Director Meng, I will definitely serve you well." Deng Wenzhao blinked ambiguous eyes at Fu Zhen.

"Brother, just your EQ, you will be at least a general in the future."

"Together as a general." Deng Wenzhao smiled and stretched out his palm.

After the two had tacitly placed themselves and the other side in the same camp, they left with a embarrassed smile, and the ten people named were also taken away by Fu Zhen.

…

The crowd drove two cars and left Chongdu, and went to the best local suit tailor shop together. These people are tall and young, and they are all young and strong. It is definitely too late to make clothes with the right size, so Fu Zhen directly paid for the best ready-made clothes.

Fortunately, the old cat got married some time ago. Many local people with good looks have come to make clothes, especially the wedding host and the guard unit. They have customized a large number of uniform models of ready-made clothes here. Fu Zhen quickly picked ten pieces. The lads were dressed up.

It's half past nine in the evening.

Deng Wenzhao asked to send the equipment. After Fu Zhen sent it to everyone, he drove the best private off-road vehicle of the Three Military and Political Investigation Bureau and rushed to Jiangzhou.

…

All the way hurriedly, at noon the next day, everyone arrived in Jiangzhou and stayed in the best hotel on the street under the arrangement of the military intelligence officer of the Chen family. This was also required by Fu Zhen, otherwise, they should be living in a military guest house.

In the afternoon, after eleven people had a good night’s sleep, Fu Zhen began to hold a meeting for everyone in the private room. He was excited and excited: "Good brothers, our job is actually very simple. I don’t need you to do anything, maybe tomorrow. In the evening, the people I meet are coming. You don’t talk the whole time, but you must show your energy, look vigorous, and be professional... The main feeling is to refer to the spy war movies in the European Union..."

After listening carefully, everyone looked at each other and muttered in their hearts. No matter how Chief Fu looked at it, he didn't seem to be very reliable.

Since the upper echelon approved the military expenses, I didn’t care about the money paid for Zhenzhen. After the meeting for everyone that night, and led everyone to cheer on the public funds in Jiangzhou, the ten guys who got them said tightly: "Follow the director. , A few are simply too promising."

…

After waiting a full day.

At around 8:40 the next night, Fu Zhen called ten people and went outside Jiangzhou City.

This is illegal, because Meng Xi did not allow Fu Zhen to leave Jiangzhou and only allowed him to move within the influence of the Sichuan government. But for Fu Zhen, the plan cannot keep up with the rapid changes, and the people he wants to pick up must also be very careful.

Three cars parked on the side of the road, and after waiting for less than twenty minutes, only three people came over at the intersection of the great wasteland in the distance. They are all dressed in ordinary casual clothes, wearing woolen hats, and looking far away, they look very much like people running around or doing small business.

The three people came near the car, and after looking around, one of them waved at Fu Zhen's car. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

Fu Zhen was sitting in the car, wearing a snow-white suit, stepping on size 47 pointed-toed leather shoes, and shaved his small hair again, looking at the same thing as the big drug lords who mixed in Africa before the epoch.

"Dang!"

The car door popped open, and Fu Zhen led four young men in black suits with straight backs and stepped forward to greet them: "Haha, Lao Zhan, long time no see!"

Old Zhan looked at Fu Zhen's dressing in astonishment, and stretched out his hand and whispered: "Damn, you think you're talking about international business? You dress like this, it's too exaggerated, fuck!"

"Hehe, it's okay." Fu Zhen smiled and said calmly: "South of Jiangzhou, no one dares to take a photo of me now!"

The three were speechless, and Lao Zhan frowned and cursed: "Are you crazy? Damn, Jiujiang is closed down. You're all right to call me, do you want to kill Laozi?!"

"...Don't talk about this, get in the car, get in the car!" After Fu Zhen greeted him, he immediately winked at the mental guy he had brought with him.

The spirit guy understood his heart, walked over with a grim face, and whispered: "Check it!"

Old Zhan was stunned.

"We are responsible for the safety of the director, this is the process!" The spirit guy looked straight at Lao Zhan and said.

"Forget it, forget it, it's all my own brothers, what to check!" Fu Zhen pretended to pull the guy away.

"Director, the organization has regulations. The director and the commander-in-chief have specifically instructed us to treat your safety issues strictly!" The mental guy was too deeply involved in the play, and he didn't even give Fu Zhen the face.

"Then check it...!" Old Zhan took the initiative to raise his hands.

…

Ludi.

Dalizi, who had fought with Ye Zixiao, was sitting in his own garden at the moment, drinking tea, and watching the people from the Seven Districts.