Liu Changchuan and Chen Meijuan were chatting aside. Zhang Zilu looked calm and did not come forward to disturb him. Instead, he walked to Wen Fengan and the two chatted about home affairs.
"Brother Zhang, this bastard Liu Changchuan is too much." Wen Fengan whispered in Zhang Zilu's ear.
"Hey, I can't help it. Liu Changchuan is from the special higher education course. Neither I nor Meijuan can afford to offend him. We can't bother the director with such a trivial matter, right?" Zhang Zi seemed to be very tolerant.
In fact, I hate Liu Changchuan, the Japanese devil, in my heart. He is definitely a hardcore traitor.
"Miss Chen, Captain Wan has something to do with you." A young agent in gray hurried up to Chen Meijuan and called out.
"What's the matter? Chen Meijuan frowned." She smiled and nodded to Liu Changchuan and walked towards the office building.
"Li Guanglin is dead." The young man in gray said softly as he followed Chen Meijuan.
Li Guanglin? Liu Changchuan's heart moved.
He almost forgot about the mission assigned to him by the Shanghai Station. The young man in gray said that Li Guanglin should be the one who betrayed Cao Cheng. But what does the death of Li Guanglin, a mere bastard, have to do with the No. 76 Agent Headquarters?
Even if there is a relationship, Li Guanglin's dead ball has nothing to do with Chen Meijuan.
Liu Changchuan was puzzled, but he had to report the matter to Shanghai Station when he had time, which would also be regarded as completing the task assigned to him by Chen Shu.
As for what happened above, it has nothing to do with him. The intelligence front keeps each other secret, so I can't tell you everything, right?
Hiding yourself and staying out of other people's business are the basic qualities of a latent agent.
Nosy agents don't live long.
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After hearing the request of Supervisor No. 76 Qingtian Yongcheng, Li Qun did not dare to neglect, and immediately ordered all the secret agents No. 76 in Shanghai to take action to search for Wang Santie from Hangzhou in the Chinese border, including the concession area.
At the same time, he called the Shanghai Youth Gang bosses one by one and asked them to cast a wide net to find the person.
Wang Santie has become famous in Shanghai. Various Japanese agencies, Agent 76 Headquarters, and various gangs have simultaneously issued rewards for arresting him. Various anti-Japanese organizations, including the Central Military Commission and the underground party, also feel that something is wrong.
A mere gangster from Hangzhou actually bothered so many people to serve him. It didn't take much to think that he must have something the Japanese needed, or he might have some secrets from the Japs.
If you are looking for it, I will be looking for it too.
The Military Commander Zhongtong knew that he had no advantage in the Japanese-occupied areas of the Chinese border, but it was different in the French Concession. Although there were few of us, most of the patrol houses in various places had their hearts set on the mountain city. As long as Wang Santie settled in the French Concession, they would have a chance.
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In the cafeteria No. 76, Liu Changchuan looked at the group of people who came with him and pouted. They were really a bunch of starving ghosts.
"Team leader, the chicken legs are so delicious." Hashimoto held two chicken drumsticks in one hand and gnawed at them.
The six military police who followed were not polite and started eating and drinking around the table. Their attitude made the internal staff of No. 76 who were eating in the cafeteria look down upon them.
"Just eat, don't talk." Liu Changchuan glared at Hashimoto.
Then he glanced at Chen Meijuan and his wife who were eating, and he prepared to serve the food and shamelessly went over to join in the fun.
In case Chen Meijuan spits, he can also know more about the dead Li Guanglin.
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Li Qun didn't care about Li Guanglin's death. This bastard dared to go out without Agent 76's permission, and he was so arrogant and domineering that he refused to listen to advice. Who do you think you are?
You deserve to be beaten to death.
"How is it over there in the concession?"
After Li Qun heard Wan Ping narrate the death of Li Guanglin, he asked about the task assigned to him by the Japanese. He had no intention of paying attention to the dead Li Guanglin now. The main business was to capture Wang Santie.
He already understood from Qingtian Yongcheng's words that the Japanese were very concerned about the documents in Wang Santie's hands, and even did not hesitate to use the entire gendarmerie to block Shanghai's traffic arteries.
Obviously, the content involved in the document is highly confidential, and once the document is leaked, it will cause unimaginable harm.
Wan Ping took out a piece of paper and replied with a wry smile: "Director, the situation is not good. News came from Nanpu just now. Wang Santie and Boss Xu went to the French Concession last night. I have sent the first brigade. In the past, I would personally go to the French Concession to take charge, but the French are not friendly to us."
"Is Boss Xu involved in this matter?" Li Qun asked with a frown.
Although Boss Xu is also a member of the Shanghai Youth Gang, he is following Boss Huang. He is a centrist and will not offend the Japanese, but he will not sacrifice his life for the Japanese.
"It's not involved. He called me personally and told me about it. If there was any involvement, it would be impossible to tell Wang Santie's whereabouts." Wan Ping stepped forward to fill Li Qun's tea and replied softly.
"Okay, I will also give you the command of the Third Brigade. You will personally sit in the French Concession and find Wang Santie at any cost and take back the Japanese documents. In addition, you will make it clear to our people that after you get the documents, you will give them directly to the special forces. People who are taking advanced courses must not read the contents of the document." Li Qun thought for a while and gave a few instructions to Wan Ping.
"Don't worry, director, I will tell my subordinates. Besides, the documents are in Japanese and our people can't understand them." Wan Ping agreed and hurried out. He had to call Liu Changchuan to go to the French Concession with him.
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"Wang Santie actually went to the French Concession. Brother Wan, has this news been confirmed?" As soon as Liu Changchuan walked to Chen Meijuan's dining table, Wan Ping came over and asked him to go to the French Concession with him.
"It's been decided, Brother Liu, do you want to inform your superiors?"
"This matter must be reported." Liu Changchuan nodded and hurried to the reception room, where there was a special external telephone number.
"Yes, yes, section chief, do you have any other instructions?" Liu Changchuan picked up the phone and reported Wang Santie's movements to Yoshimoto Shogo.
"Yes, yes, yes, section chief, don't worry." Liu Changchuan talked to Masago Yoshimoto on the phone for 10 minutes.
Then he returned to the canteen and asked the six military policemen to return directly to the military police. They were no longer needed for this matter. It was not appropriate for the military police soldiers to go to the French Concession and they could not go.
Masago Yoshimoto has told him that Kotetsu Seiji will personally lead all the members of the action team to the French Concession for support.
Not only are the members of the Special High School going to the French Concession, Masako Minamizo of the Military Police, who got the news, will also bring people from the Special First Class there.
"Stop eating and leave quickly. If you're hungry, I'll buy you something to eat in the French Concession." Liu Changchuan greeted Hashimoto, who stayed at the table, and asked Kogoro to start the car.
At this moment, dozens of people gathered in the compound of the No. 76 Agent Headquarters. After Wan Ping gave the order, they took cars to the French Concession in batches.
Liu Changchuan asked Kogoro to drive behind Wanping, and at the same time told his two men to stay away if they encountered anti-Japanese personnel in the French Concession, so as not to lose their lives.
Hashimoto nodded repeatedly. He didn't want to die at a young age. He entered the special high school just because he wanted to make more money. How could it be possible for him to risk his life for a monthly salary of dozens of dollars?
