At the same time, in the small square outside the gatehouse of the National Government, Zuo Zhong and Song Minghao mingled with a bunch of petty bureaucrats, listening to these people whispering nonsense, and lined up together to wait for inspection by the guards.
"Have you heard that at the next meeting, the Chairman will make an important speech?"
"Well, this is the final decision on the war in the southwest. It's finally peaceful."
"Yes, from sixteen to twenty-three years, a full six years."
Several Fruit Party officials showed concern for the country and the people on their faces. The Swiss watches on their wrists were shining, and there was not a trace of dust on their beautiful British suits.
Zuo Chong glanced at them with a smile, and then looked up at the ancient Roman architectural style gatehouse in front of him. He always felt that something was missing from the roof.
At this time, Song Minghao whispered: "Section Chief, the 88th Division and the 87th Division are performing security duties at the door, and they will be randomly rotated in the morning and afternoon.
In addition to the platoon at the door, there is also a company in the guard room behind, equipped with light machine guns, which can then support the guards at the door and in other directions. "
Zuo Zhong nodded slightly and looked at the pair of large stone lions in front of the gatehouse and the screen wall at the door. Aren't they two perfectly positioned machine gun positions?
It seems that the main entrance should be safe. Not to mention more than a hundred elite soldiers, even more than a hundred pigs, with such a good defensive position, can definitely block the attack of a small number of puppet Manchukuo agents.
It might work?
Zuo Zhong thought about it carefully and felt that it was really hard to tell. He decided to set up some sandbags here to block the horses, at least not to allow the other side to drive in with trucks full of dangerous goods.
Finally, the team reached Zuo Zhong and Song Minghao. The officer leading the team carefully checked their documents, the items they carried with them, and even the documents were shaken open for inspection.
Perhaps because they were new faces, at the end of the inspection, the officer suddenly smiled and asked: "Boy, I heard that your European Department has a Deputy Director Wang?"
Zuo Zhong put his ID card in his pocket, fastened the buttons, and replied, "You are talking about Deputy Director Wang of the Americas Department. He has been promoted long ago."
"Haha, maybe I remembered it wrong. Let me go." The officer said nothing more and waved his hand casually. The guards pressed down the railing and let the two people in.
Zuo Zhong looked normal and walked into the highest administrative organ of the Kuomintang Party. The officer's last question should have been arranged in one place, using standard intelligence methods, two wrong messages, and double confirmation.
One is an error in the department, and the other is a timeliness check.
But this is just a small trick. If the intruder is well prepared, this will be of no use. If he is asked to set it up, he will test the other party with some personal information that he often contacts but is inconspicuous.
For example, the guard at the door, the master chef in the canteen, and the chief's secretary are not chiefs of important departments, just like Deputy Director Li. The news of his transfer is not a secret and it is easy to find out.
While thinking, Zuo Zhong walked through the gatehouse and saw a square paved with cement strips and stones. The houses on the east and west sides still maintained the architectural style of the front, with weapons racks placed at the door.
There are also three Czech guns, but they are not equipped with magazines. This is understandable. After all, there are many high-ranking officials here, but they just put the guns outside and the guards are responsible for guarding them.
"Section Chief, this is the guard room. Guards are usually on standby in the room. There is a direct phone line inside that can contact various departments." Song Minghao introduced.
Before he finished speaking, a soldier left the guard room. Zuo Zhong frowned: "Then what's going on with this person? They can move around at will while they are on call?"
"Rules are rules."
Song Minghao explained awkwardly: "Some officers just like to send out tribal guards, or take them out as guards, because there are benefits and the guards are willing to do so."
As expected, the surface of the donkey dung egg is so smooth. It looks heavily guarded, and no one is even guarding the machine guns. If you borrow a soldier, he borrows a soldier, and how many guards are left in a mere company.
As for what to do if there is an attack, no one has probably thought about this problem. Who dares to attack the National Government? Zuo Zhong didn't bother to say anything and strode towards the lobby at the end of the square.
Song Minghao hurriedly followed. To be honest, he was shocked when he learned that the security here was so lax. He felt that this place had not been attacked so far. It was really the blessing of the spirit of the president in heaven.
The two of them walked into the lobby with red columns, gray tiles and square tiles. The first thing they saw was a plaque written by the late President in the lobby. Zuo Zhong stopped and looked up for a long time.
Finally, he walked past Hengbian without saying a word and turned to the west of the lobby. On both sides of the wide road were single-story brick houses, a bit like a courtyard house, but with a more gentle Jiangnan water town style.
Office workers in military uniforms walked out of the room from time to time, holding documents in their hands. Radio antennas were densely set up on the roof. This was the Kuomintang's staff headquarters, a key department.
Not far away, a huge building was hidden in the green woods, surrounded by some low flowers and plants. It looked colorful, smelled of flowers, and the environment was very beautiful.
Song Minghao whispered: "Section Chief, this is the auditorium. It was originally the Little Flower Hall of the Liangjiang Governor's Mansion. It was converted into a Western-style auditorium in the past two years and can accommodate thousands of people for meetings and speeches."
"Well, there are a lot of security loopholes here. The wall is too short and easy to climb. There are too many plants on the wall and it is easy to hide people." Zuo Zhong came here for the first time. After just a quick glance, he discovered many problems.
If these problems are not solved, the next work of the Intelligence Section will not be easy to do. If the other party randomly sends someone to hide dangerous goods, and another dead soldier comes, the high-level officials of the National Government will probably be blamed by the puppets.
He whispered: "After we go back, send someone to clear away all the grass and trees beside the wall. No shrubs are allowed to be left within three meters of the wall. The side of the big tree close to the wall must also be pruned."
"this."
Song Minghao looked embarrassed: "It is said that the flowers, plants and trees here were planted by my wife. My wife said that the parliaments and prime ministers' official residences in European and American countries are all covered with flowers. Naturally, our Republic of China should be the same."
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The next second, Section Chief Zuo said with admiration: "As expected of you, Madam. No wonder Zuo felt refreshed when he arrived here. Working in such a beautiful environment is simply a pleasure."
Song Minghao's head was spinning: "The section chief said this, and I feel relaxed and happy. How about setting up some surveillance points nearby, so that it will not affect the scenery or safety."
Zuo Dian nodded, that was all. Anyway, the Puppet Manchukuo wanted to kill someone, not himself. That prodigal old woman could do whatever she wanted. The bullets would not be able to hit him in the end.
Then he pointed at the wall and asked: "What is the main structure of the wall? Can it withstand impact or blasting? Where is it outside? How far is it from the outer wall? Are there any armed guards?"
Song Minghao picked up the documents he carried and read: "The main body of the wall is made of masonry and was constructed by Jinling Construction Plant. There is no steel structure inside. It is difficult to say if it is hit, but it will definitely not be able to withstand the blast."
After speaking, he raised his head: "Outside the wall are Taiping Lake, the West Garden, and to the west is the temporary office of the former president. These places are guarded. It will be difficult for puppet Manchukuo agents to penetrate."
Just because it's difficult doesn't mean it's impossible.
Zuo Zhong thought for a while and walked into the auditorium. There was no one inside, but all the lights were on. With the simple Western decoration, it looked very spacious, bright and solemn.
A portrait of the former president hangs in the center of the auditorium. Rows of wooden tables and chairs are neatly arranged. Otherwise, there are no obstructions, and the view is wide.
If someone brings an automatic weapon here, it will be a massacre. Tables, chairs and benches cannot stop bullets, and the guards can only use their bodies to block them.
Song Minghao continued to hold the documents and said: "Section Chief, the architects and companies responsible for rebuilding the auditorium are all Chinese. There are two blueprints. One is in the hands of the architect and has been recycled by us.
The other copy is in the General Office of the National Government. I have informed the other party to seal it. Once someone requests to view it through other means, they will notify us immediately and I will send a special person to take charge. "
Zuo Zhong listened to his introduction and walked around the room. He bent down and touched the smooth and solid cement floor under his feet. Puppet Manchukuo agents would definitely not be able to dig the ground here to set up dangerous objects.
What about other ways? He straightened up, looked at the Western-style ceiling above his head and asked: "Check between the roof and the ceiling, and send someone to secretly monitor it. Be careful not to alert the enemy.
Also, is there a sewer pipe or external passage under the auditorium? This is also a weak link. You should pay close attention to it. If there is an explosion here, you and I will not be able to save our lives. "
He had long heard that there was a secret passage for emergency evacuation underground under the National Government. Although it was just a rumor, it was probably not groundless. For the safety of important people, there must be an evacuation path.
No matter how bad it is, there is always a need for an air raid shelter when encountering an air raid, and an air raid shelter cannot have only one entrance and exit. A slight modification can be used as a secret passage to prevent this line from being used by puppet Manchukuo agents.
After hearing this, Song Minghao approached and said furtively: "I asked people from the National Government. They didn't say much, but they confirmed that there are absolutely no air raid shelters or underground passages to the outside world under the auditorium."
"Just tell me, why are you so close to me? Just stay out of the way."
Zuo Zhong glanced at him with disgust: "This is best. You are like a shield. Only by guarding this place can the other brothers feel free to look for each other outside without making any mistakes."
"yes!"
Song Minghao bared his teeth and moved away. He naturally knew how big his responsibility was, and his credit was also great. If he could capture the puppet Manchukuo agent, maybe he could get a medal like the section chief.
After viewing the auditorium, Zuo Zhong visited the nearby Ertang and Taiping Lake, especially Taiping Lake, which is convenient for people to sneak into. If he were not afraid of being scolded by the bald head, he would simply empty the lake.
In short, after checking the meeting place to ensure that the meeting would not be held in the middle, after the high-level officials of the Republic of China ascended to heaven, he felt relieved a little, and the Intelligence Department could finally go all out to track down the traitors of the Manchukuo.
