After returning home in the evening, Zuo Zhong sat silently at his desk. On the table were the handkerchief stained with Xie Jiuwen's blood, and his mobile phone. The screen of the mobile phone was on, and it was a photo of Gu Lan.
This is the last thing he can do for them. One day in the future, at the right time, he will tell the whole story of this incident so that everyone will remember them.
Putting the things into the space, Zuo Zhong thought about the next step, officially confirming Zhang Anren's identity, confirming the specific reasons for the arrest of Xie Jiuwen and Gu Lan, and getting in touch with the underground party again.
The most important thing is to contact the organization. Firstly, he has a lot of important information to report. Secondly, once contacted, the other two things should be clear. But where to find the underground party?
Zuo Zhong frowned and thought for a long time, but found that he could only take one step at a time, hoping to find the underground party in other cases, and waiting for the underground party to take the initiative to contact him through the radio.
"well."
He sighed. After this incident, Dai Chunfeng trusted him more. After all, in his opinion, his hands were stained with the blood of the underground party to some extent, and he was considered a fellow-traveler.
On the way back to his hometown, Dai Chunfeng even revealed some information about the southwest front, which had never happened before. Lao Dai's tone also became very cordial, which was very different from before.
Is this good news? Zuo Zhong smiled bitterly and lay down on the bed. But after a while, he was awakened by a rapid ringing of the phone. He suddenly got up and got out of bed and picked up the phone.
"Hello."
Zuo Zhong did not report his family name. The Japanese wanted to eat him and sleep with him. If they knew where he lived, he would be prepared to be assassinated every day.
"Section Chief, I am Gu Qi. The last target of the Japanese spy radio case, Du Qizi, moved. The surveillance personnel found that the target had gone to the home of an important person."
"What important personnel?"
"Deputy Director of the Police Department Bai Wenzhi, this person controls the armed police. In addition to the city defense headquarters and the garrison, this is the largest armed force in Jinling City. If the two collude, it will be troublesome."
"Lao Gu, the customers that the target has daily contact with are all party and state officials. Why do you think something is wrong this time? Is there any special move by the other party? Please tell me in detail."
"Yes, Section Chief, the other party turned off the lights and rested tonight as usual, but our people found that the target quietly left after dark, and his whereabouts were very mysterious, and finally tracked him to Bai Wenzhi's home at the Police Department.
More importantly, Du Zizi suddenly disappeared after coming out of Bai Wenzhi's home. The brother responsible for surveillance only saw a car driving by. It was most likely that Bai Wenzhi was covering his escape. "
Zuo Zhong rubbed his eyes. Lao Bai was really becoming more and more successful. In the past, his subordinates were just unclear about the Japanese, but now he had to go into battle himself.
He thought for a few seconds and then ordered: "Let them continue to monitor and do not act rashly. Bai Wenzhi is not a confused person. I will go back to the office now."
Zuo Zhong hung up the phone and hurriedly got in the car and drove to the Secret Service. He felt that the reason why the Japanese contacted Bai Wenzhi was not as simple as it seemed.
Although Bai Wenzhi controls the armed police, these are the armed forces of the Nationalist government, not his personal private army. Even if he has a few cronies, will they follow him in mutiny? This is unlikely.
It is very likely that as soon as he gave the order, his followers tied him up and asked for rewards. The Japanese knew this, and Bai Wenzhi should also know this.
Then the purpose of the other party's contact with Bai Wenzhi was a bit interesting. He couldn't take the initiative to come to Lao Bai's door to deliver souvenirs. This matter revealed a hint of weirdness.
So apart from this, what else does Bai Wenzhi have that the Japanese can use, their talents? If cheating and taking bribes and bending the law can be considered a skill, Bai Wenzhi is indeed a first-rate talent.
Connections? His old boss had considerable influence in the military, and he was considered an elder of the Republic of China. Otherwise, Bai Wenzhi would not have been able to hold the position of deputy director. However, the old boss had passed away, and this network was useless unless the Japanese were prepared to go to the underworld to cultivate relations.
In addition, Bai Wenzhi's personal network is very simple, a group of middle-aged and low-level military officer friends who are hanging around. Oh, by the way, strictly speaking, he and Lao Yang are also Lao Bai's personal network.
Zuo Zhong burst into laughter. He had failed as an official at this stage. As the saying goes, Qin Hui still had three good friends, but his expression became serious when he smiled.
The road in Jinling was very quiet in the early morning, without any pedestrians. Zuo Zhong's car was traveling very fast, rushing towards the Secret Service. However, when passing an intersection, the speed of the car slowed down slightly.
No one can say for sure whether a daredevil will suddenly rush out. Every year, beggars and homeless people are killed in Jinling. With Zuo Zhong's caution, he will definitely pay attention to such things to avoid causing trouble.
He could avoid pedestrians by slowing down, but he could not avoid other cars. As soon as Zuo Zhong passed the intersection, he was hit by a truck and hit the trunk. The whole car spun around several times and flew out.
"Squeak~bang."
The car spun and hit a copper lamppost on the side of the road. White smoke instantly billowed out from the engine, and someone could be vaguely seen lying motionless on the steering wheel in the broken windshield.
"Sir, are you okay?"
A man got out of the truck and approached cautiously. There might be something wrong with the wiring of the left-hand truck. The headlights flickered on and off, dazzling the man who spoke.
"Fujita doesn't need to test, take the target away immediately. The pick-up ship is at Shuiximen. Those British are very old-fashioned. They will leave once the time has passed. We have no time to waste."
At this time, another man jumped out from the passenger seat of the truck. While talking, he quickly walked to Zuo Zhong's car, pulled open the door forcefully, and reached out to grab the target's head, but he missed the target.
The man looked at the wig in his hand and fell into confusion. The inside information did not show that the target was bald. What was going on? Could it be that they hit the wrong car and arrested the wrong person?
Before he could figure it out, "Zuo Zhong" who was lying on the steering wheel raised his head, showing his white teeth. He was holding a Zilai pistol with a twenty-round magazine in his hand and said something.
"You little Japanese from cnmd, how dare you ambush our section chief, please lie down." After saying that, he twisted his big, shiny head and punched him.
The person holding the wig was very agile and jumped out of the target's attack range. He cursed secretly that he had fallen into the trap, immediately pulled out a Browning from his waist and was about to shoot at the bald head.
"Bang, bang."
Two gunshots rang out, and the two people who jumped out of the truck fell to the ground, their right shoulders bare and spurting blood. Then the surrounding lights brightened, and heavily armed operational agents began to enter the scene.
Not far away, Gu Qi wiped the cold sweat on his head: "Section Chief, it's really dangerous. The Japanese actually used the fish in our nets as bait. If you hadn't reacted in time, Chief, otherwise today..."
The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became. If Zuo Zhong was attacked without realizing it, the best outcome would be to be killed. The worst outcome would be to be kidnapped by the Japanese, which would have a huge impact.
As the intelligence section chief of the Secret Service, Zuo Zhong had too much important information in his hands, such as Ryosuke Hase in Shanghai, Bunta Takikawa, and Fuichiro Hayashi. These were all important moles.
An intelligence officer of his level is like a gold mine. Once the Japanese catch him, they will definitely try their best to squeeze out all the use value, so death is the best result.
Gu Qi could think of it, and Zuo Zhong could naturally think of it. He looked at the Japanese spy who had been controlled with a livid face. If he fell into the hands of the other party, his ending would not be better than Xie Jiuwen.
Fortunately, he realized one thing before. Bai Wenzhi did have one thing that he could use - he knew himself, and at the same time, a spy under surveillance went to see him. This seemed like a coincidence.
But in intelligence work, there is no such thing as coincidence, only planning. Then the other party's purpose is ready to come out, and they will find a way to lure him out!
In the middle of the night, a spy under surveillance sneaked away and went to the home of an important official. At the same time, the official also knew him, and Zuo Zhong, as the head of the Intelligence Section, would definitely be there.
At that time, there was one person and one car, and the streets were deserted. Is there any more perfect ambush scene than this? As for why they didn't kidnap him at home, maybe the Japanese were afraid that his home would have precautions.
In fact, they were not mistaken. There were many traps arranged in the small courtyard of Chaotian Palace. The consequences of entering rashly would not be very good. Zuo Zhong even installed booby traps in important places inside the room.
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Zuo Zhong said: "The rest is in (the author's words), right at the end of the article. If you change it during the day, the number of words will be the same, and there will be no extra deductions."
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I thought that from a biological point of view, life read almost like a poem. It has its own rhythm and beat, its own internal cycles of growth and decay.
It begins with innocent childhood, followed by rough youth, rough attempts to adapt to mature society, with youthful enthusiasm and ignorance, ideals and ambitions;
Later, they reach an adult period of intense activity, gain benefits from experience, and gain more experience from society and human nature;
In middle age, the tension is slightly relieved, the character becomes mature, like the ripeness of fruit or the ripeness of fine wine, and gradually adopts a more tolerant, cynical, and kind attitude toward life. manner;
Later, when we age, the endocrine glands reduce their activity. If we have a true philosophical concept of old age, we will adjust our lifestyle according to this concept.
Then, this period in our minds is a period of peace, stability, leisure and contentment;
We should be able to experience the beauty of this rhythm of life, should be able to appreciate life's main themes, its conflicting melodies, and its final decisions like a grand symphony.
While he was lost in thought, the host brought out a plate, but it was not filled with tea or coffee, but a plate of jade. Because my friend boasted to the master that I was an expert, even though I tried to deny it truthfully, the master only thought that I was being humble and impatient.
