Shi Clinic, whose full name is Strong Clinic, was first opened by German Shi Shilang. After more than ten years of operation, it has become the most famous trauma clinic in Jinling.
After all, after being baptized by that war, the Germans are very experienced in dealing with trauma and wound inflammation, and they also have many specific drugs for treatment.
So not only the men in plain clothes thought of coming here for treatment, Zuo Zhong also thought of it, and made this place a key surveillance target, deploying a lot of manpower.
Patients pretending to be injured, family members accompanying them for treatment, vendors selling goods at the door, and spies use various identities to strictly screen all medical patients.
The people in charge here are Wu Chunyang and He Yijun. He Yijun has seen each other and can lock on to the target faster, reducing the possibility of the agents being discovered.
However, after two days of surveillance, she found no suspicious object until a rickshaw parked in front of the clinic and a familiar figure appeared.
He Yijun put down the telescope in his hand: "Chief Wu, the person who just got off the car looks like the target, but his skin is paler than that day, and his cheeks are a little thinner.
However, cosmetics can be used to change the color of the skin, and changes in facial shape can be solved by biting something in the mouth. He was a man in casual clothes that day. "
Her tone was firm.
Wu Chunyang turned the telescope and saw a limping man walking into the clinic. It seemed that his right leg was injured, and the injury was not serious.
You can't see more. After all, the opponent spent three minutes climbing, silencing, and retreating. He is definitely not a novice, and he will not reveal his identity so easily.
He thought for a while and opened the window of the surveillance point. This was a signal to the surveillance personnel, telling them that the patient who had just entered was suspicious and needed to be alert.
Besides, the man in plain clothes walked into the clinic. He first observed the people nearby, including the patients and their family members who were bandaged with gauze. The situation seemed normal.
He found a bench and sat down, quietly watching the nurses' work, confirming the authenticity of the patients' injuries, and observing the passers-by calmly.
An hour later, a new batch of patients changed, and there were no duplicate faces among pedestrians. The man in civilian clothes confirmed that there were no spies from the Chinese intelligence agency in the clinic.
He laughed at himself, thinking that he was too nervous. The Chinese were not gods, so how could they know that his wound was inflamed and set up an ambush.
Unless the Chinese woman was up to something, but in that case, they would not be able to successfully complete the mission, let alone leave Renxin Hospital so easily.
The man in plain clothes relaxed a little and went to the nurse to tell him about his condition. However, even though he had confirmed that it was safe, he still did not forget to observe the other person's expression.
The nurse looked at his wounds and helped him find a doctor step by step. She was not interested in his identity or the cause of the injury and had an indifferent attitude.
The man in civilian clothes was completely relieved. After receiving the doctor's treatment, he walked out of the clinic with a relaxed expression, called a rickshaw and started driving around Jinling.
No matter whether there is danger or not, you must make sure that you are clean behind you on Chinese territory. The man in plain clothes endured the pain in his legs and changed the means of transportation over and over again.
Finally, after confirming for the third time that he was safe behind him, he emerged from an alley and walked lamely toward his residence. He could not let anyone know his real address, and he could only walk the last part of the way.
Looking at the man walking hard in the distance, Zuo Zhong said with emotion: "The dedication of Japanese intelligence personnel is worth learning from, and the tracking distance should be further extended.
He must have started walking not far from his residence. He must have been very vigilant and could not fail. If necessary, he could choose to disconnect, but he could not be exposed. "
After receiving Wu Chunyang's report, he immediately rushed over from other surveillance points. After so many days of hard work, he finally caught the other party's tail.
"Don't worry, Section Chief. The people who are tracking this time are all veterans. They will act by ear when encountering an emergency. What should we do after we find his nest?" Wu Chunyang asked, sitting in the same car.
Zuo Zhong lowered his body: "Of course I followed the clues. I judged that there was a complete intelligence team behind him, including but not limited to the two young men in military uniforms.
The three of them should be operational personnel. In addition to operational personnel, such an intelligence team should also at least have intelligence officers, logistics personnel, and support personnel. "
Wu Chunyang understood what he meant. Unlike the former spies who acted alone and communicated on a single line, the operation mode of this intelligence team tended to be more cooperative.
Therefore, their mission is not only to lurk, but to execute orders and carry out assassinations, theft of secrets, etc. in accordance with the requirements of Japanese intelligence agencies.
He thought for a moment: "Section Chief, the Japanese spy who was silenced confessed that the person who led the ambush plan and the Jinling Intelligence Network was Dohihara, the head of the Shenyang Secret Service.
According to intelligence, this person is known as a China hand. He once served as a Japanese investigator in the Temple Street incident and single-handedly planned the establishment of the puppet Manchukuo.
In the 21st year of the Republic of China, he was promoted to major general. He was good at instigating rebellion and lobbying. Since he was from the army, he was not lacking in aggressiveness and was a very difficult opponent.
For example, this intelligence team is more like a pure intelligence combat force. Hiding is not their purpose, but only a means to complete the set tasks. "
Zuo Zhong clapped and smiled: "This intelligence team is indeed different from previous enemies. Their purpose is clear and destructive. They do more damage than steal secrets.
But since you have to carry out a task, you must plan and discuss. As long as you catch a mouse, you can quickly find their mouse nest. "
Wu Chunyang suddenly realized, yes, the price of greater destructive power is reduced concealment. The other party must have personnel communication, which is a weakness.
"Wait patiently. After the silence operation, the other party will enter a dormant period to avoid capture. It is likely that they will meet again before their next action."
Zuo Zhong watched the man in plain clothes disappear into the crowd, and his tone was affirmative. Intelligence operations are a relatively patient game. The Japanese have it, and so do the intelligence departments.
Wu Chunyang suddenly mentioned something: "Section Chief, according to Caobang's information, someone saw Du Laizi in Shanghai the day after you were ambushed.
This person was at the dock at the time. He was well-dressed and it looked like he was going to the Northeast. Isn't he from the special work class? Why did he go to the Northeast? "
Zuo Zhong thought for a while and said, "Maybe he doesn't trust the people in the special work class in Shanghai. It's a pity that he was allowed to run away, otherwise many things would be clear."
Speaking of this, he thought of the bastard Hase Ryosuke. After he was ambushed, he started to contact the other party and wanted to ask for information about Du Laizi.
But there has been no response from the dead mailbox. The money was collected very quickly, and at the critical moment, I couldn't be contacted. This guy couldn't have been liquidated.
"Buzz buzz." The huge roar of the plane sounded again in the sky.
"MD, these people in the Air Force are crazy. They train above Jinling City all day long and they are not afraid of hitting the mountain." Zuo Zhong looked above his head and cursed angrily.
At the same time, thousands of miles away in Shenyang, in a huge Russian-style building, Japanese soldiers with serious faces walked by under the dim lights in the corridor from time to time.
These people were holding lead-sealed document bags, walking in a hurry, and not smiling. From time to time, radio communication sounds rang rapidly in the small rooms on both sides of the corridor.
"Da da da."
A young man wearing a cashmere coat and beautiful calfskin boots walked on the old floor. The diamonds on his tie clip were particularly eye-catching.
The Japanese officers on both sides knew that this was a special messenger when they saw the white handcuffs on the man's left wrist and the briefcase on the other end of the handcuffs.
The man didn't look sideways and continued to walk towards the deepest part of the building in a determined manner. The briefcase was pressed tightly against his body, so that he could feel it at all times.
He walked to an office. After checking his documents, two armed guards turned around and opened the door for him. A melodious Japanese tune could be heard in the room.
The man puffed out his chest and walked in with a standard stride. He said in a deep voice: "The head of the special section of the Intelligence Department of the Shanghai Consulate, Hase Ryosuke, has met His Excellency the General."
In front of him, a major general with a Rendan beard stood up with a smile: "I didn't expect you to come so quickly, and your consul is still so resolute."
"Hai, the Shanghai Consulate's investigation into the leak of the special work class has been completed. Kato Nobuo is not suspected of treason. Here are all the files."
Hase Ryosuke opened the handcuffs and handed the briefcase to the major general with both hands.
The major general smiled, took the briefcase and looked at the documents inside. When he saw that Kato Nobuo was indeed innocent, the wrinkles on his forehead slowly deepened.
He sat there and thought for a while, then said: "According to our intelligence, the three intelligence teams of the special working class in Jinling were all destroyed by the Chinese.
He and Iwai-kun are the only ones who have information about these three groups, but your special high school class is going very smoothly, so the only suspect is Nobuo Kato. "
"Hai." Hase Ryosuke lowered his head and said, "So we closely monitored him and found nothing suspicious except for the misuse of funds."
The major general was silent for a long time: "Well, maybe I'm overthinking it. Your intelligence activities on the Chinese are too careless in Shanghai. Do we need our Kwantung Army to take over? It's all for the sake of the empire."
Hase Ryosuke shook his head: "General, this is not something that I, a small special section chief, can make the decision, but I will convey your words to the consul.
Hearing his humble words, the major general asked with a smile: "Canggu, you have been here before, how does it feel to visit your old place again? I'm really sorry for what happened last time."
Hase Ryosuke quickly shook his head: "General, you are serious. It is indeed not a pleasant thing to be censored by the Kwantung Army, but for the sake of the empire, I will never complain."
"Yoshi, it's rare to see someone from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs be so patriotic. Please have a few more drinks with me tonight, Section Chief Hase." The major general seemed to be praising him.
Hase Ryosuke said respectfully: "It is a great honor to have dinner with General Doihara. Can Hase arrange it? I will definitely satisfy the general."
Doihara laughed loudly: "Although Shanghai is the largest city in East Asia, it is not bad here. Okay, then you will arrange dinner today."
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A person has childhood, adulthood and old age, and I don’t think anyone would think this is unsatisfactory. A day has morning, noon, and sunset, and a year has four seasons: spring, summer, autumn, and winter. There is no better way than this.
There is nothing good or bad in life, there is only a question of "what is good in that season".
If we hold this biological concept of life and live according to the seasons, no one except arrogant idiots and hopeless idealists will deny that life is indeed like a poem. past.
Shakespeare expressed this concept very clearly in his section on the seven stages of life, and many Chinese writers have said similar things.
It is strange that Shakespeare did not become a religious person, nor did he show great concern for religion. I think this is what makes him great;
He treats life as a play and does not disturb the arrangement and organization of everything in the world.
