The heavy rain has not stopped, and there is still no sign of getting smaller. Big raindrops are crackling on the windows, and there are lightning bolts and thunder rumbling in the distant sky from time to time.
There was another thunder, and the window lattice shook three times. In the dark study room, only a dim desk lamp with yellow light was on. Lu Boda, secretary of the Shanghai underground party organization, put down his hand full of handwriting, signed the paper with "Pei Min" in a flying way, and then from the small box, He took out the film, unfolded it, placed it under the desk lamp, and adjusted the angle.
In that film, it was the scene of Xia Changguo's death lying on the sofa, and a pool of blood seemed to spread through the film. The rows of corpses in the living room prove that these Japanese agents were buried with Xia Changguo.
He let out a long sigh, shook his head helplessly, put down the film, picked up the cigarette, lit it with a kerosene lighter, and then picked up the paper with the situation written on it and held it close to the lighter. In an instant, the flame rose, burning from bottom to top. superior.
He put the burning paper into the ashtray on the table, watched the paper burn away bit by bit, and breathed in the smell of burning paper that filled the tip of his nose. He took a puff of smoke and let his thoughts wander.
He knows Xia Changguo. The Shanghai underground party organization has experienced ups and downs in number of members because of the April 12 incident eleven years ago, because of the struggles of these years, and because of the previous Battle of Songhu. Then there were dozens of people, then hundreds of people, and now, the entire Shanghai underground party organization only has a few hundred people. Under such circumstances, how could he not know Xia Changguo, an old party member.
This is a proven warrior who has never made a mistake on the covert front for many years. He is very capable and thoughtful. But such a soldier only lasted three hours under the severe torture of the Japanese invaders. As Pei Min said, if Xia Changguo survives until the next day, then eight comrades will definitely not be lost this time, and the loss of eight comrades at the same time will bring great strategic significance to a front. This will definitely not save the lives of eight comrades. That simple.
In particular, Xia Changguo betrayed his superior, who was also Xia Changguo's introducer to the party and a good partner who had fought side by side for many years. If this comrade knows more information, it will be a greater disaster. He hasn't had much sleep in the past two days, and has been in urgent contact and redeployment. Those comrades can no longer stay in Shanghai and work underground without any risk at all. Otherwise, a mistake will be a devastating blow. There is no room for carelessness on the secret front.
They are all made of flesh and blood, so of course it is impossible not to say anything. That is not a red party, that is a cult. After all, it is not impossible to be able to remain unyielding and persist in faith despite inhumane torture. But what you say and when you say it are the most important.
If Xia Changguo can survive until the next day, he can be transferred as quickly as possible after the organization cannot contact him, instead of being defeated and surrendered like before, he went to join up with his comrades, and was killed by the Japanese invaders. .
"Lao Lu, how are you?"
At this moment, a middle-aged woman with a gentle appearance came over with a water glass and put it on the table.
This is Lu Boda's daughter-in-law, Liu Qiulan. As the daughter-in-law of the secretary of the Shanghai underground party organization, she is of course also a member of the organization. The love forged during the revolutionary struggle. Her job is to assist Lu Boda. She is also a telegraph operator who sends and sends telegrams and communicates with various places. In the entire Shanghai underground party organization, they were the only ones who knew about Pei Min's existence.
Lu Boda sighed and raised his head towards the ashes in the ashtray: "What Comrade Pei Min sent has already sanctioned Xia Changguo, and also brought twenty gold bars from Xia Changguo to pay party dues. Contact the person in Hangzhou The comrades on the border, ask them to find Xia Changguo’s wife and children, orphans and widowed mothers have a hard time, and send them some money, which can be regarded as the organization’s last care..."
"Already sanctioned?" Liu Qiulan's eyes widened in surprise: "We were Comrade Pei Min who we just contacted yesterday, right?"
"He took advantage of the heavy rain and the lax defense in the center of Japanese rule to kill eight special agents of the Special High School. Finally, he cut the arteries in both arms of Xia Changguo. Xia Changguo bled to death." Lu Boda shook his head. , sighed: "Comrade Pei Min is the most capable operative in our party. If it weren't for the bad influence, I would never contact Comrade Pei Min to take risks. Although I don't know his identity, Must have played a greater role than his mobility."
Pei Min's reputation was not great before, and few people in the party knew about him, let alone enemy agents. Moreover, Pei Min has not failed in his mission so far, and no one has survived. Mysterious and powerful are synonymous with him. Like a ghost hiding in the darkness, no one knows when the next attack will be.
But with the rebellion of the section chief of the red team in 31st, Pei Min surfaced. Many people are looking for him, the Central Military Commission is looking for him, the military commander is looking for him, and the Japanese are also looking for him. After this search, his reputation became bigger and he became the number one killer of the Red Party.
From then on, as long as it was a sanction action, whether it was against the party or against enemy agents, as long as someone died, the first suspected target would be Pei Min of the Red Party. But in fact, Pei Min has not done anything personally for two years, but there is still news about what he did again...
In the uncertainty of light and death, Lu Boda unconsciously smoked a cigarette. He no longer thought about Comrade Pei Min in his mind, but instead thought about the next deployment arrangements.
Liu Qiulan, who had lived together for more than ten years, knew very well that they could not be disturbed at this time. At this time, it is not the couple, but her leader...
Lu Boda took one last drag of his cigarette and put out the hot cigarette butt in the ashtray: "Notify the traffic team that Anhe Trading Company may be exposed. Move immediately and set up another stronghold..."
Eight people were arrested, as well as a middle-level leader. There should be no risk at all. The transportation line is the lifeblood of the organization, and the Shanghai station is a top priority. The frontline soldiers are fighting to the death, and they are asked to buy medicine, food, cloth, arms and other supplies here. There is a shortage of everything in the Soviet area. Some can be purchased through normal trade, while others can only be obtained through transportation lines. On the thousands of miles of road, relying on countless unknown soldiers to pass through one level after another, this is the ideal of communism. A great route paved with passion...
Wang Yan drove to Wenlin Road, parked in front of a small garden house, got out of the car, opened the door, and drove into the courtyard.
This is also his safe house, the cunning rabbit has three caves, and he has thirty caves. They are scattered throughout Shanghai, whether it is the public concession, the French Concession, the Japanese territory, or the countryside outside the city. Some are single bungalows, some are dilapidated houses, and some are Western-style apartments like before. They were all rented under various identities. The source of the identity was obtained by his identity as the captain of the patrol room. They were all real people. And there are many people who can get this kind of information, so there is no suspicion of him.
As for those places where no one goes for a long time, thus arousing suspicion among the neighbors, he is not afraid of this kind of thing. Because when he uses the safe house, he will never use his face, so just be suspicious. Safety is relative to his own abilities. After all, even if he is surrounded, as long as the space is large enough and there is room to move and escape, then he will be safe. And he rents several houses almost every month, which is a necessary expense, even if he doesn't use it.
In the bungalow, he took off his makeup and returned to his original appearance. He also put wax on his hair and combed his hair into a shiny slicked back. His glasses were casually put away in the space. Then he sat on the sofa in the house and took the spies. Take out all the things and check them one by one.
I received a total of eight pistols and twenty-four full magazines, all of which are Japanese southern pistols. The current ones should be Type 16 for special agents. The magazines hold sixteen rounds. The pistols are relatively small and easy to carry concealed. Because the combat environment of special agents is different, what is needed is to form strong fire suppression in a short period of time. Whether it is killing or wounding, quick resolution of the battle is the first priority.
Of course he also owns a gun, an American Colt M1911. This is a pistol that has been assembled by the US military for more than 70 years. It is a best-seller all over the world and is durable and durable. In addition, he also has a Mosin Nagant sniper rifle, which he bought for long-distance sniping. In addition, there are light and heavy machine guns, submachine guns, grenades and other weapons. At the end of the day, he's a man of action. The weapons provided by the living father are very rich, enough for him to kill everyone.
It's just that I happened to get into the patrol room, did pretty well, and had greater value. If not, his destination should be Chongqing to protect the central leaders working in the home base of the Kuomintang.
In addition to firearms, there is also some money issued by Japan, as well as French currency and US dollars. There are not many spies. They are all poor and none are rich. Especially in the previous battle of Songhu, the Chinese army suffered heavy casualties and was defeated. However, Japan fought for three months without brilliant results, and the internal economic pressure was not small.
In addition, there are eight people's special high school ID cards. This ID is still very useful. It can enter and exit checkpoints and enter some places in the Japanese-occupied areas, provided that they are dressed up like that. Wang Yan can't do this, but he will continue to study and strive to reach that level.
After looking through the results of this trip and collecting them all in the space, he found a black top hat and put it on, holding an umbrella and walked out through the back door. After confirming that no one was paying attention, he got into a Ford car at the turning point, went all the way to Julaida Road, drove the car into another small garden house, and then quickly climbed over the three-meter high wall in the middle. , entered the same garden house next to him, followed the bulges on the wall, climbed gently to the balcony on the second floor, and entered the house. This was his real home.
As for the house just now, it was an investment property he purchased in someone else's name. The owner went abroad to the United States. Today was a special situation. It was raining heavily. There were no people or cars on the street. The sound of thunderstorms was enough to cover up the sound of car engines. Otherwise, he would not have walked next door. Of course, he wouldn't go that far to sanction Xia Changguo today, just because people would relax their vigilance during thunderstorms.
One thing I have to say is that this place is only a row of buildings away from Foch Road, where Shanghai’s underground party organization is located, and it only takes more than ten minutes to walk...
Entering the house, closing the window, walking gently, he walked to the door of the bedroom in a few steps. Seeing that an inconspicuous tape was still there at the crack of the door, Wang Yan took off his leather shoes and coat, and wiped the inside of the room with his shirt. There were water stains, and then he put all the soaked clothes and shoes into the space, extracted the water, and separated the moisture on them. Then he took out the clothes again and hung them in his closet. He also made a box for the leather shoes. Store away.
This was his inherent ability in space, and it was something he later experimented with. The clothes are a whole, the water attached to the clothes is not, so it can be separated. Or it can be replaced with blood stains, which is equivalent to an efficient washing machine. Similarly, fingerprints on the tools used can also be removed, making them a useful tool for crime cases.
After checking the time, it was only nine o'clock. He found his pajamas and put them on, pulled on his slippers, and messed up his hair in front of the mirror, making it into a messy chicken coop. He rubbed his face, yawned, and then opened the door. The bedroom door goes downstairs.
The lights downstairs had been turned off, and it was dark and no one could be seen. Wang Yan fumbled to turn on the light, walked to the kitchen and rummaged through things. After a while, with the sound of slippers, an older-looking woman in her forties came out and said with concern: "Mr. Are you feeling better?"
This woman came in last year and is responsible for cooking, washing and tidying up the house. My family is local, my husband is a rickshaw driver, and my son is a student at Guanghua University. Originally, I didn't want to stay here. After all, as a well-established captain of the Central Patrol Room of the French Concession and a disciple of the Youth Gang, he had countless social activities every day. It was common for him to indulge in extravagance and debauchery, and he only had a handful of meals at home. Her husband and son are also waiting for dinner at home, and they don't want to stay here. It's just that the money given is a lot and there are few things to do.
Guanghua University is the predecessor of East China Normal University and Southwestern University of Finance and Economics. Because of the war, some moved to Sichuan and some remained in Shanghai. Her son didn't leave, otherwise the old couple would have moved away with the school long ago. They would only have a son for the rest of their lives, and now they are also making money for their son to find a wife. She doesn't know the great righteousness of her family and country, she just wants her son to have many children and a long life...
The tape he put on the door was to protect against this nanny. Although the configuration of the living father has always been trustworthy, the environment is different now, and his identity is also different. Doubting everything is the quality that a loner should have.
Wang Yan shook his head listlessly and held his hair back: "I'm still feeling a little uncomfortable. I didn't eat at night and I woke up hungry. Aunt Li, help me get some more food, boil some water, and take a warm bath later." Taking a bath makes you sweat."
"How about you take some medicine?"
"No, just wait for a while to eat, take a shower, and get some sleep." Wang Yan waved his hand and asked, "Did anyone call me during this time?"
"Mr. He, your subordinate, called to care about your situation. Mr. Lin Hongyuan and Mr. Lin have invited you to have lunch at Fude Restaurant at noon tomorrow. You must keep the appointment."
"Okay, I understand, you can get busy." Wang Yan yawned, walked to the living room, played music on the gramophone, sat on the sofa, poured a glass of boiled water, picked up the newspaper and read it.
Aunt Li was very quick with her hands. In a short while, she cooked a bowl of steaming egg noodles and put it on the dining table. She also prepared two side dishes, and then went to get Wang Yan bath water.
The craftsmanship was not very good, but it was not bad either. Wang Yan ate a large bowl of noodles, drank a pot of scalded rice wine, waited for a while, and then went to the bathroom upstairs to take a comfortable bath. Then, wearing a bathrobe, she went up to the large study room on the third floor. The entire third floor was a study room.
I opened the window and looked outside. Before I knew it, the heavy rain that had been falling for most of the day had stopped and turned into drizzle. After taking a deep breath of fresh air and closing the window, Wang Yan turned around and walked up the steps to the attic. He took out an exquisite radio station from the space and contacted the organization.
Because the heavy rain affected the transmission of radio signals, he thought he would send it tomorrow. However, God was kind. After he finished his work and the heavy rain stopped, we started to contact him.
I stood up with the antenna in hand, groped for a moment through a gap in the sharp corner of the attic, pulled a switch, and with a few drops of rain falling on my face, a piece of the ceiling was removed.
He stuck the antenna out along the hole, fixed it, then turned on the radio with a click, and after debugging it for a moment, he just sat on the ground, tapping the radio rhythmically like in countless movies and TV shows. Pressing the alarm button, the indicator light on the radio was flashing, and the radio signal instantly crossed a distance of thousands of miles and arrived in a courtyard in Chongqing.
"Yesterday, I received a telegram from Jingzhe. A liaison officer was arrested by enemy agents. He surrendered and confessed within three hours. As a result, eight comrades were arrested and suffered heavy losses. I was sent to look for opportunities to impose sanctions as a warning. Today there is a heavy rain in Shanghai. I thought it was a good opportunity and learned the location of the rebel. Act immediately. The sanction is successful, and eight more Japanese special forces will be killed, and they will receive twenty gold bars, and give Jingzhe enough party dues. Pei."
Jingzhe, secretary of Shanghai underground party organization, codename of Lu Boda. Jingzhe means that everything springs back to life, which means that the anti-Japanese war will always be successful, and the Red Party's cause will always be successful.
The handsome man looked at the information, shook his head and smiled, took a sip of water, and looked at the assistant in front of him: "Return the call immediately, the industry is aware of it, concentrate on work, make decisions on your own when encountering problems, report afterward, act according to your ability, don't show off, and pay attention to safety. "
He has always made overall arrangements for the work on the communication line and the hidden front, and is the direct leader of Pei Min. Now that he is communicating with the two parties in Chongqing, the news will naturally be sent to him. Before that, Jingzhe had reported the situation in detail and asked Pei Min for credit.
But obviously, the handsome man had a deep understanding of Pei Min's fighting ability, and warned Pei Min kindly. Speaking of which, this is an old comrade who has been fighting for more than ten years. He was still a young boy back then...
Wang Yan put on his headphones and listened quietly to the information sent back. He didn't get a piece of paper to record, and then took the code book and translated it. It was really a pity for his brain. He memorized several code books, some were in use, some were spares, and some were used to contact Shanghai underground party organizations, and even There are also people who have contacted Yan'an in order to prevent him from losing contact with the party organization.
So he listened and flipped through the pages. After the indicator light of the radio station flashed for the last time and stopped moving, he turned off the radio station neatly, retracted the antenna, and put the removed ceiling block back.
The leader's instructions were simple.
Concentrating on his work, he only had two jobs, one was to provide supplies to the Soviet area, and the other was the position of squadron leader in the patrol room. This is telling him that supplies will continue to be delivered, and the patrol room's position is now a bit low, and his seniority is sufficient, so he must find a way to move up.
Making decisions on your own when encountering problems and reporting afterwards is decentralization. He has always been a loner, always doing things cheaply, that is, I emphasize again, doing things flexibly.
In the end, act according to your ability, don’t show off, and pay attention to safety. That’s my advice. Although the words are few and the words are simple, the care is there. Speaking of which, the handsome man is only eleven years older than him, so it can be regarded as the care of the big brother...
After cleaning up a few drops of rainwater on the floor, I returned to the second floor and lay down in the bedroom, closing my eyes and preparing for sleep.
All in all, it’s been decades since I’ve had surgery...
The next day, there was no clear sky after the rain, it was still cloudy and misty.
After putting on the ugly patrol room police uniform and carrying a gun, after having breakfast and putting on his fur coat, Wang Yan drove to the central patrol room to go to work. This is the area before the concession was expanded, not far from the famous Xiafei Road.
Before the car reached the gate of the police station, I saw two Chinese police officers standing guard at the door from a distance. They were shivering from the cold and nodded to this side. Wang Yan buzzed the speaker, and the two people became even more excited, and Bi Ya waved his hands in greeting.
He drove the car directly to the open space in front of the building and stopped. Wang Yan, who was shiny and with a long back, got out of the car. He took out his fur coat from the car and put it on. He took out a cigarette from his pocket. Immediately, there was a crunching sound. Someone was embarrassed. Smiling, he came over to light a cigarette with a match in his trembling hands.
After taking a look at the young boy, Wang Yan reached forward and lit a cigarette. He puffed out the cigarette and said with a smile, "I remember you are from my family. Why do you call me Wang?"
"In reply to my brother's words, the younger one's name is Wang Yongkui. He just joined our patrol room and was assigned to the second team."
"You're good, do a good job, and don't cause trouble for yourself. If that petty old man sees it, you'll suffer." She patted the remaining half pack of cigarettes on his chest and pushed it aside with force. , Wang Yan walked towards the building with a smile.
Lao Fang, Fang Yuantu, captain of the second team. They are at the same level and have the same path of advancement, so it is difficult to have a good relationship.
Wang Yan held a cigarette in his mouth, smiling and raising his head in response to those who greeted him, which showed his good popularity.
Turn left on the first floor and walk to the end. When you push open the double doors, you will find a large space. This is the office of a team of patrol room police officers. At this moment, everyone is already in place, some are eating fried dumplings, some are eating small wontons, and some are sleeping on the table. The state is probably the same as in the morning in the school of later generations.
Seeing Wang Yan come in, everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and stood up in unison. Even those who were sleeping on the table were slapped on the back of the head and screamed.
A man in his thirties who was eating wontons and soup came over and said, "Brother Yan, do you feel better? If not, you can go back and rest. I'll just keep an eye on you."
This is Mr. He, He Shaohong, the vice-captain who called to care about the situation that Aunt Li was talking about. He is four years older than Wang Yan and is thirty-three this year. He was supposed to be the captain, but he couldn't resist Wang's quick work and money-making, and his connections with the Youth Gang. This guy had been the vice-captain for seven years.
"Do you think I'm fine? I'm just feeling a little bit cold. Just take a nap and I'll be fine." Wang Yan pulled him aside and waved to the sleeping man: "Xiao Zhang, come here quickly."
The man who was sleeping on the table just now shrank his neck, but still had the courage to approach.
"Did you gamble again last night?"
"No, no, absolutely not." Xiao Zhang shook his head repeatedly and hurriedly explained: "It just rained yesterday, the room was too humid, and the child caught a cold again, so he couldn't sleep all night long."
"If you let me know that you are gambling again, you know the consequences. Go back and take your child to see a doctor. A minor illness will turn into a serious illness. There is no place to cry." Wang Yan took out a wad of French coins from his pocket, counted out a few and stuffed them into in his pocket, and then kicked the kid aside.
No longer talking to the shameless boy, Wang Yan waved his hand: "Okay, let's do whatever we have to do. The team leader and Lao He come to my office for a meeting."
There are more than 20 people in a team, four team leaders, a vice-captain, and a captain.
The composition of these people is also very complex. From observation in the past week, some have family connections, some are brave enough to fight, and some are backed by the Youth Gang. This is superficial. Behind the scenes, there may be people from the military command, people from the Red Party, and maybe even Japanese spies.
When the Central Committee was in Shanghai, they infiltrated into various places. Some were arrested and some were transferred, but they are definitely still there. The Military Command and the Central Command, as old enemies who compete with each other and jointly deal with the Red Party, and are closely connected with the Youth Gang, it is only natural to deploy some personnel.
As for the Japanese spies, before the war started, the Japanese spies had already mastered China's hydrological and geographical information, which provided a great boost to the war. The speed of taking over Shanghai was so fast, it was absolutely impossible to say that there were no arrangements and bribes for manpower in the French Concession Public Directorate.
Just because the time was too short, Wang Yan hadn't figured it out yet. Maybe, maybe not.
This is just the First Detective Team of the Central Patrol Room with only more than 20 people. From a small to a large team, you can only imagine what Shanghai is like now.
After showing off, Wang Yan turned around and went to an independent office inside. Two team leaders ran over from behind and opened the door. Lao He took his fur coat behind him and the group walked in.
Opening the drawer, he took out a box of cigarettes, lit one, and threw it on the table, indicating that he could help himself. Wang Yan blew out the cigarette and asked, "Tell me, what big thing happened yesterday."
"Brother Yan, everything is normal." Glancing at the other four people, Lao He said: "It rained heavily yesterday, and no one wanted to come out to trouble. Two beggars died, four others were hacked to death, and two were shot. Their identities Unknown. As usual, the post-mortem examination has been processed. No one came to report the case early in the morning, so it was not reported."
Lao He said it very easily, because this was the day with the fewest deaths in their area in the past two months. In these days, people are not used to dying every day.
Seeing Wang Yan nodding, a team leader smiled and said, "Brother Yan, I heard something happened to the Japanese this morning."
"oh?"
"I heard that they caught a red gang member. They have already recruited him. They are providing good food and drink in the apartment over in Hongkou. But he was killed last night, and several Japanese spies died..."
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