Shocking! The young educated youth had just arrived and was already clashing with spies.

Chapter 567... Brother, you're in trouble...

After being taken home by Zhang Shihui, Ge Shaoting planned to wait a day before going to Henan Province to pay respects to his family, and then secretly move his mother Yin Yin's grave in Kyoto and return to Hong Kong immediately.

The entire trip is planned to take about ten days, which is the shortest time he estimated based on the existing transportation options in mainland China.

There wasn't a trace of nostalgia for revisiting the place; I was just rushing to make the most of my time.

His "special forces-style" forced march schedule left his uncle Shihui, who was in charge of taking care of him, stunned. He repeatedly tried to persuade him that the time was too tight and impossible, but Ge Shaoting insisted on his own opinion.

He thought, why couldn't it be impossible? He could just take a plane. It would only cost a little money, and he didn't need it.

Zhang Shihui, limited by his understanding, thought that taking a train was the best he could do when traveling long distances, and he never even dared to dream of taking a plane.

After some back and forth, Ge Shaoting insisted on following his own plan and asked Zhang Shihui to only take him to the bus stop near the sea, leaving him to walk the rest of the way himself.

When a pampered young master from Hong Kong's elite circles gets stubborn, he's not as gentle and refined as he appears on the surface. So, on the third day, Zhang Shihui put him on a bus to the city.

Watching the car disappear into the distance, billowing dust, the honest fisherman, who had lived a simple life, felt no relief at having sent away his difficult young master; instead, he was filled with anxiety about the young master's safety on the road ahead.

Is that plane safe in the air? What if it crashes while flying? Wouldn't it be completely destroyed?

Zhang Shihui was filled with worry and deeply concerned about Ge Shaoting. He himself was met with a firm refusal as soon as he entered the door to buy plane tickets.

He didn't expect that the requirements for buying tickets in mainland China were not only strict, but also required identity verification and approval.

Moreover, this is the most fundamental restriction, and there is absolutely no room for leniency; no amount of extra money can change it.

Because domestic flights now operate on a "ticket purchase with credentials" system, ordinary citizens cannot buy tickets at will. Therefore, the identities of passengers can vary greatly, and strict screening is to ensure that they can board with priority while also guaranteeing safety.

Ge Shaoting's fake identity is not problematic, but he cannot buy a plane ticket. Besides failing the scrutiny, more importantly, purchasing a ticket requires a letter of introduction from his employer to prove the purpose of the trip. His claim of personal travel cannot be used as a reason for purchasing a ticket.

There was absolutely no way he could get a ticket.

Dejected, Ge Shaoting walked out of the ticket hall and stood by the wall for a long time, holding his head in his hands.

"Tch, you really are too clever for your own good. Ge Shaoting, you've been completely corrupted by hedonism. You've even lost your mind. You didn't even consider such an important point."

And what about Assistant Zhang? How could he not know this?

I didn't mention it to him at all!

Sullenly mocking himself, Ge Shaoting looked up again at the airport, where there weren't many people coming and going, and felt even more disgusted with his suddenly absent-minded mind.

Why didn't they consider what the chances would be for ordinary people to be able to fly even if the country really relaxed its censorship?

If you had that money, you should have thought about filling your stomach first.

He already knew from the lobby that in the mainland, there weren't many ordinary people who would take a plane or a train, and quite a few people would walk the short distances. They had really been out of touch with the mainland for too long, and their thinking had become detached from the specific circumstances.

Once again cursing himself for being an idiot, Ge Shaoting stood up and walked towards the bus stop. He could talk back to himself; if he could make it in a place like the United States, there was no reason why he would be unable to move an inch in the mainland.

Ge Shaoting was full of ambition, but little did he know that the person who had followed his assistant Xiao Zhang from the mainland to Hong Kong, and who had finally found some clues in Hong Kong, was secretly following him back to the mainland two days later. He was being followed by the person who was not noticed in a corner.

As native inlanders, they are not particular about such things. They squatted down and twisted their buttocks a couple of times before taking out cold buns wrapped in oil paper from their bags.

After handing it to the person next to him, the person at the front who had been staring at Ge Shaoting spoke first, "What is this guy doing? He came to the airport without buying a ticket, so what's with him squatting there like a dummy?"

The person next to me took a bite of the meat bun. Although it had cooled down and the little bit of oil inside wasn't as fragrant, the aroma it emitted still made my mouth water.

He chewed a few bites hastily and swallowed before replying, "He's not short of money. I followed him around the ticket office for a while, and this guy doesn't have the qualifications to buy tickets. He's probably having a hard time right now."

The person in front of him turned to look at him. "So, should we help them out?"

Then they can quickly find out the person's background. It's impossible for a gangster from Hong Kong to come to the mainland just to experience hardship, right?

The people behind him stared wide-eyed. "Are you stupid? He clearly knew he couldn't buy tickets, and then suddenly told him he could. Isn't that obviously telling him there's a problem? Do you think we're going to just follow him around like that?"

Because the investigation into that assistant, Xiao Zhang, came to light a little late, it gave both sides enough time and distance to maintain a safe distance. As long as Ge Shaoting was unaware of their existence, they could follow him for one more day.

However, my colleague was right. This guy had been squatting there for at least half an hour. If we didn't find a way to get on any bus today, he wouldn't be able to.

Because of the security of their work, they will try to minimize the number of times they meet the other party, otherwise, if they leave a familiar impression, the tracking mission will be considered a failure.

As the two were whispering to each other, they saw the target suddenly move. They immediately stopped eating their steamed buns, stood up, and prepared to follow at any moment.

"Wait, something's not right. It seems like there's someone else following him!"

In the short time it took to peek out, the person in front noticed something was wrong.

The people behind them peeked out to look, and with their companions' guidance, they soon spotted a black Volga sedan from the Russian bear, with the Golden Deer emblem prominently displayed on the hood.

However, this type of car is usually used by government agencies in Guangzhou. Why would it be following Ge Shaoting?

Driving such an easily recognizable car slowly on a street with light traffic would make anyone curious enough to take a look. If Ge Shaoting were to continue following it, he would realize something was amiss.

Without a second thought, the two trackers exchanged glances. Their years of collaborative experience led them to quickly reach a consensus: one would continue following Ge Shaoting along the original route, while the other would lag behind slightly to wait for the car to approach.

Meanwhile, inside the black car.

The driver was staring intently at Ge Shaoting, who was about 60 or 70 meters away, with a person sitting next to him who had the same expression.

"What is he going to do? When should we make our move and capture him? We don't want him to escape."

The other person was also wondering why this person seemed to want to catch another bus. Although it would be convenient for them to catch up with him in their car, they might lose sight of him immediately if they got confused on the same bus.

He frowned twice, his eyes gleaming.

"Speed ​​up and catch up, get them under control first, don't let them escape, this will be a great achievement for us!"

The driver in the driver's seat immediately became excited, unconsciously tightening his grip on the steering wheel. "Alright!"

Then he stepped on the gas and headed straight for Ge Shaoting.

Unexpectedly, a person suddenly rushed out from in front and blocked the car. Instead of pressing the accelerator, the foot frantically pressed the brake.

"--squeak!"

The sound of the emergency brakes was extremely piercing. The two people in the car, due to the great impact and the fact that they were not wearing seat belts, crashed into the windshield with two loud bangs.

Fortunately, the car was moving very slowly, otherwise a serious bloodshed would have definitely occurred.

The driver's abdomen was bruised on the steering wheel, and he was in excruciating pain. His face was flushed, and he tried to look up. He found that the people standing in front of their car had not only not run away, but were also standing there without moving.

He couldn't help but burst into a tirade, "Damn it, are you out of your mind and looking for death?!"

They dared to stop government vehicles; they're incredibly audacious!

The people who were following the car and stopped it just rubbed their noses when they were scolded.

He acted so rashly because he wanted to subdue the people in the car in one fell swoop. He figured that would be enough to stop the car, and a few curses wouldn't hurt him. He treated it like a mosquito buzzing.

As I walked over, the person in the car opened the door and got out. Just as he was about to continue venting his anger, he shoved his ID in front of the other person's face and said, "Excuse me, please cooperate."

The man, who was about to curse again, raised his hand to knock away the object in front of him, but in a daze, the words "Central Special Operations Section" suddenly made him calm down, and he swallowed the curse words that were about to come out of his mouth.

He looked at his companion getting off the bus on the other side with a long face, and pouted, "...Brother, we're in trouble..."