Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 348: Isn’t this a mission? Why do you earn more and more?

At nine o'clock in the evening, Li Jiasheng walked out of the foot massage shop refreshed.

Qi Meng followed him out with a dazed look on his face, and when he reached his side, he couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

"Amazing, awesome! You actually thought of coming to a place like this to gather intelligence, and you actually managed to find out something!"

"I, Qi Meng, will not lean on the wall, but on you. I am willing to call you the second Brother Feng!"

Li Jiasheng clasped his hands together and made a gesture of acceptance.

The reason why he chose a place like a foot massage parlor to inquire about the information.

It's because I heard from businessmen that places like foot massage shops are small information exchange centers.

People coming from all over the country always complain about trivial things while having their feet massaged.

In addition, it is located next to a university, so the consumer group is mainly students.

These foot massage aunties can hear all kinds of bloody gossip and new things.

Therefore, coming here to inquire about information is much more useful than wandering around the campus, which is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

The useful information they got was that there was suddenly a stall selling fried skewers at the South Gate Night Market of Campus No. 3 of the school, and the food they sold was terrible.

In addition, when selling things, the shopkeepers are always looking around.

Many college students complained that they might be undercover agents coming to carry out a mission.

With this news, Li Jiasheng and Qi Meng immediately went to the night market stall at the south gate of Campus No. 3 with the mentality of giving it a try.

It is nine o'clock in the evening. The night market stalls from one end of the road to the other are bustling with people.

There are countless carts selling barbecue, cold noodles, and pancakes.

"It smells so good, it makes me hungry!" Qi Meng took a deep breath, his saliva almost flowing out.

Li Jiasheng took a casual look and bought a pancake and two starch sausages.

Then I ate with Qi Meng while strolling around the night market.

This is the time when there are the most people.

The two men moved through the crowd, wearing sweatshirts and hoodies.

What's more, he was holding food in his hands and eating while walking, looking no different from a college student who was strolling around and eating.

At this time, Li Jiasheng nudged Qi Meng, who was looking around, with his elbow.

"That's it at eight o'clock!"

He whispered something, and Qi Meng immediately looked towards the eight o'clock direction.

Sure enough, I saw a small tricycle with a sign on it saying "Super Delicious Fried Skewers".

Benefiting from the huge passenger flow, there are also many people queuing in front of the tricycle.

The three men busy at the back of the tricycle, although wearing aprons and sleeves, their movements were a bit clumsy, and they looked like they had just entered the industry.

The most important thing is that these three guys are all wearing hats, and they all have shaved heads under the hats.

Li Jiasheng and Qi Meng looked at each other, immediately rubbed their hands, and showed a naughty smile.

......

"No. 15, No. 15, your skewers are ready!"

"Do you want it spicy, mild, or medium?"

"Don't ask, all the vegetarian dishes are one piece, and all the meat dishes are two pieces..."

The snack stand was crowded with people. Zhuang Ping was in charge of frying the skewers, Li Dapao was busy applying sauce and collecting money, and the only one left, Wang Erniu, was busy cleaning the table.

The three of them were busy and sweating, and the change in the cookie box kept increasing.

After a while of busy work, there were not many ingredients left.

Li Dapao and Wang Erniu had to squat in the back and thread the clothes on the spot.

"Dapao, something's wrong!" Wang Erniu was stringing kelp while looking back at the crowded stall.

"Aren't we here to carry out a mission? Why are we setting up a stall and doing small business?"

"We haven't even completed half of the surveying of the three campuses. If we can't play later..."

"What the hell are you talking about? Blame that bastard Zhuang Ping!" Li Dapao cursed angrily, "It was him who suggested we set up a snack stand near the school to cover up our tracks!"

"Who knew the college students here love fried skewers so much? We can't even make enough every day. I was thinking of closing up shop after 10 o'clock and organizing the information I collected during the day. Judging by the situation, I'll be busy until at least 1 or 2 a.m.!"

"You two have time to chat here, why don't you come over and lend a hand? I can't handle it all by myself!"

Zhuang Ping took the time to turn around and curse. He had never expected that such a random idea would lead to such a booming business.

Although it is busy, the rewards are also great.

First of all, they not only earned back the cost of renting the items, but also made a small profit.

If this continues, the net profit in three days will be at least several thousand, which is unexpected money.

In addition, this also shows that their disguise and concealment work was very successful.

From the very beginning, the fried food was either burnt or charred.

Diners complained that they wouldn't even eat dogs, but now they are doing it with ease and the three of them work in perfect harmony.

If this person really sneaks behind enemy lines, I don't know how much useful intelligence he can collect just by setting up a stall here with this skill.

However, business being too good is not a good thing either, as it is really delaying the progress of their mission.

"Are the skewers ready? The customers are waiting, hurry up!" Zhuang Ping urged while busying himself.

"Why are you rushing me? Come and put it on, really!" The two of them took the strings over angrily.

It is now half past ten in the evening, and there are not only no fewer people at the night market stalls, but even more than before.

Because of the good taste, large portion and affordable price, more and more people gathered in front of the fried skewers stall.

Zhuang Ping and the other two were so busy that they were sweating profusely and their hands were almost smoking.

But at this moment, there was a sudden commotion ahead.

On the outermost streets, red and blue lights suddenly flashed.

Li Dapao leaned over to look over there, and was suddenly startled. He kicked the other two people with his feet, signaling them to be careful.

"Don't be nervous, it may not be directed at us. Stay calm, stay calm, don't give yourself away!"

Zhuang Ping pretended to be calm as he pressed a handful of fried skewers into the wok, but his eyes were always fixed on the place where the red and blue lights were flashing.

Soon, the crowd made way for the two policemen, who walked straight towards the stall.

At the same time, one of the policemen locked his sharp eyes on Zhuang Ping from a distance.

Moreover, he picked up the walkie-talkie, as if calling for support.

"Damn it, we're exposed! They're coming for us! Run!"

Zhuang Ping put down the fried skewers and ran to the other end of the street with Li Dapao.

Wang Erniu looked at the fried skewers in the pot and said what a waste.

Then he picked up the cash box, took two freshly fried pork tenderloin skewers, and followed after him.

"Don't run, stop, stop!"

Seeing this, the two police officers quickly chased after him.

The diners waiting for their meals were all dumbfounded.

The money has been paid, and the boss just ran away?

Fortunately, the snack cart was still there, so a group of people simply took matters into their own hands and fried and ate it themselves.

......

Twenty minutes later, several police officers met at a fork in the road, panting.

"Did you find it?"

"No, what about you?"

"I haven't found it either. I don't know where it went!"

"Damn, he's worthy of being a special forces soldier. He can run so fast, faster than a rabbit!"

"Then what should we do? Are we just going to not look for him? The higher-ups have issued an order: if we catch him within a quarter, the reward will be doubled. If we catch him three times, we'll get an award at the end of the year!"

The leading police officer panted heavily, looking unwilling: "Ask the traffic police to help us check the surveillance. S City is so small, I don't believe they can fly away with wings!"

After saying that, several police officers glanced around and left angrily.

Not long after they left, the garbage dump in the dark alley next to them suddenly moved.

One, two, three heads pushed aside the garbage and looked around nervously.

"Okay, okay, the person is gone, everything is fine!"

"What happened tonight is so strange. There was no sign at all. Why did the police suddenly show up? What went wrong?"

"Let's not worry about that for now, Brother Zhuang. What should we do next? The snack stand can't continue, and the surveying work hasn't been completed yet."

"We can't go back to the hotel tonight. They will definitely come looking for us. Let's find a place to rest first, and then we can make a long-term plan..."

They had just crawled out of the garbage dump when three guys holding sticks and grinning evilly suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Who are you?"

Zhuang Ping was shocked and immediately had a bad feeling.

Zhao Pengfei, who was standing in the middle, touched his chin with one hand and said only three words: "Hit me!"

In an instant, sticks rained down on the three terrified people...