The Life of a Son-in-Law in a Courtyard House

The special envoy contacted the spies lurking in Jincheng and ordered them to immediately find out if a convoy of thirteen vehicles from out of town had gone to Jincheng.

If so, don't act rashly; just find out where you went.

If not, just keep an eye out for this news in the next few days.

This guy, codenamed Nail, didn't refuse, unlike those useless spies like Golden Eagle, Golden Swallow, and Old Abacus who demanded money before carrying out a mission.

Nail readily agreed.

However, he told the special envoy that it would take time.

He also had a regular job while he was undercover in Jincheng, so it was impossible for him to go out and investigate people at any time.

This attitude is acceptable. The special envoy could only say, "Then give me the news as soon as possible."

I'm going to Jincheng right away. If we can meet and talk when I get there, great. If not, I'll send the message over by telegram or dead mail.

The special envoy immediately ordered those three good-for-nothings to arrange a vehicle; they were going to Jincheng.

I will no longer stay in Qin Prefecture.

When the three good-for-nothings heard the special envoy ask them to arrange a vehicle, they immediately told him that they couldn't.

The only option is to buy a train ticket and take the train back.

Or you could take a bus, but there's only one bus a day, and by then it's already left.

Upon hearing this, the special envoy had no choice but to tell them to go buy train tickets immediately.

At that time, private individuals in China basically did not own cars, except for companies or factories that owned cars or trucks.

No wonder Jin Yan was plotting against Jin Diao and the others.

Old Suanpan is an undercover agent in Qinzhou. He doesn't need to go to Jincheng; he can stay and continue his undercover work or wait for news to cooperate with the special envoy's operation.

Meanwhile, Jin Diao and Jin Yan, along with their men, went to buy train tickets to take the train to Jincheng.

Before the train tickets arrived, the special envoy sent another telegram via radio.

The telegram began with: "Old Ghost".

The special envoy is anxiously waiting for his train ticket!

Yang Dalin from Jincheng met with Leader Fang, whom he had met that morning and who was also Captain Jing's acquaintance, at the hotel.

Captain Jing introduced that Leader Fang was also a regimental commander.

At this moment, Commander Fang, dressed in overalls, disguised himself as a worker.

The soldiers following him were also dressed in factory uniforms.

It even has oil stains on it, which makes it look quite presentable.

It seems they change their clothes before leaving their secret research base.

Try not to attract attention.

Always keep your identity hidden.

The more they do this, the more impressive their research is.

Commander Fang and his men brought a telegraph machine.

The truck also carried several sacks of coarse salt and several barrels of oil, though not a lot of salt.

They agreed to Yang Dalin's plan.

More salt will be brought over later, and a support team will be arranged to deliver it to Yang Dalin. Yang Dalin can use this for now.

Yang Dalin felt that there was no time to lose, so he set off immediately.

The prey that is caught later will contact the support team.

He drove his own car from their convoy to go hunting.

Let Brother Tian ride back in Little Fatty's car.

Ask Brother Tian to deliver a message to his family.

He will go home a few days later.

After discussing the daily telegram sending time, password, and approximate driving route with Commander Fang's men, Yang Dalin drove off without even having lunch.

Yang Dalin drove directly out of Jincheng and headed due north.

Once outside the city, in a secluded spot, Yang Dalin switched to a motorcycle.

He stole it from the Russians.

Some roads are bumpy and potholed, so motorcycles are faster and more fuel-efficient.

When Yang Dalin was hungry, he would eat some cooked food from his space; when he was thirsty, he would drink some boiled water from his space.

They traveled at a very fast pace.

Relying on my ability to see the road clearly, I drove until midnight before finally settling into that secluded, special space to rest.

The next morning, Yang Dalin drove on for a while longer and reached the border of the grassland province. What he saw there was astonishing.

Further ahead lies the Gobi Desert, and beyond that, the desert.

I asked a fellow villager and found out that the area ahead was the Alashan Desert, which is the second largest desert area in China.

I did pretty well in geography in junior high school in my previous life, how could I forget that this whole area is desert?

Although there are many lakes and wild animals in this desert.

However, driving in the desert is still very dangerous, and the ecosystem is extremely fragile.

just forget it.

Yang Dalin thought for a moment and decided not to go into the desert.

I could simply cross the desert and continue forward.

However, the convoy that was there to meet them could be in danger.

Yang Dalin wanted to play it safe.

He planned to travel northeast along the outer edge of the desert.

Once you reach the Helan Mountains in the northeast, head north from there; that area should be fine.

Moreover, there should be many wild animals in the Helan Mountains.

If necessary, we should hail a taxi from here first, so that the pick-up team has something to say.

Moreover, Helan Mountain is not far from Chuanyin City, and there is a direct train to Jincheng.

The support team can transport the prey back by train, which is both fast and safe.

The temperature here is low not only during the day but also at night.

Yang Dalin had visited Chuanyin City in his previous life, and had even seen it snow in May, wearing a down jacket.

This shows how low the temperature is here.

This makes it easier to preserve the prey.

Yang Dalin took out his radio, checked the time, and sent a telegram to the support team.

I informed the other party of the change in my driving route.

After confirming that the other party had received the message, Yang Dalin put the radio into his spatial storage and continued driving his motorcycle at high speed.

When Yang Dalin arrived at the foot of Helan Mountain after another day's journey.

By this time, Captain Jing had already led the convoy on its return journey for a day.

And that's when the so-called special envoy finally made contact with the man codenamed Nail.

There was nothing I could do. I had arrived in the morning, but on the way, fearing the radio station would be inspected, I disassembled it into parts.

Several people were carrying it separately, and eventually one of the Golden Eagle's henchmen was caught.

The special envoy's radio was missing parts, and it took a long time to find all the parts in Jincheng.

He was able to contact Nail only after he turned on the radio at night.

Nail told him that a convoy of thirteen vehicles checked into a state-run hotel in Jincheng early yesterday morning.

That convoy left early this morning.

However, only twelve cars left; one was missing.

Regardless of whether there were more or less vehicles, the special envoy knew he was always a step behind, constantly chasing after his target and accomplishing nothing.

The target may have already handed over the goods.

The special envoy was so angry he almost smashed the radio station.

He was unwilling to accept defeat.

After thinking about it calmly, I realized I needed to give my superiors an explanation.

He then asked Nail to help him find out where the convoy had gone and whether it was heading back towards Qinzhou.

Nail told him that the convoy was heading directly east, not towards Qinzhou.

Now the special envoy knew that the other party must have finished the handover and embarked on their return journey, but they didn't return via the same route.

He had to take revenge, so the special envoy immediately contacted Old Ghost.

Tell him to find a way to blow up that convoy of twelve vehicles.

At the very least, you should try to fool your superiors.

They said they successfully blew up the convoy, but not the cargo they were transporting.

At that time, the only excuse you could come up with was that the other party was cunning.

As a result, the guy codenamed Old Ghost replied with a telegram: "I am not your subordinate, I am just cooperating with you. Last time you lost a team of men, and now you don't even know the route. How can I help you?"

Why would I help you blow up someone's empty car? Are you afraid they won't be able to find me?

"Get lost! I'm not serving you anymore. I'll report this to the island right away."