At 12:30 noon, Zuo Zhong's car arrived near the central gate. Everything seemed to be normal. There were a few soldiers at the city gate lazily checking the documents and luggage of passers-by.
It's more of an inspection than an extortion. When they see a common people who are easy to bully, they take the opportunity to make a fortune. As for the reason, the gun is in their hands, and the reason is not made up by themselves.
Zuo Zhong looked at it for a while, then got off the car and walked into a nearby Xidian. Xidian is also a large car shop in the north. Both of them are accommodation businesses for lower-class merchants. They are mostly located near traffic hubs and city gates.
However, the environment of this rest shop was much better than that of a large car shop. It was like a large hotel, and the decoration was quite exquisite. As soon as he entered the shop, the shopkeeper hurriedly greeted him.
"But in front of Mr. Zuo, Wu has been waiting for a long time. The rooms facing the street requested by your office have been cleaned up. The guests in the rooms on the left and right and opposite have been arranged to other places to ensure cleanliness."
The shopkeeper was wearing a satin mandarin jacket and had a beard. He looked very shrewd. He introduced the situation in a low voice with a very respectful attitude, walking a little behind Zuo Zhong.
He is really a talented person, but it is true that not everyone can be a storekeeper. Being good at calculation, scheming, and dealing with people is the most basic thing, and he also needs to have a very tactful way of doing things.
Zuo Zhong looked at the other party and smiled slightly: "Yes, I'll bother the shopkeeper then. Don't worry, if something happens and something is broken, the Secret Service will compensate you according to the price."
In order to catch the Japanese spy by surprise, he set up the real checkpoint outside the central gate, and the checkpoints inside were used to confuse the other party. As long as the other party walked to the city gate, they would see the second checkpoint.
When the time comes, the spies will definitely hesitate. Roadside restaurants are the best surveillance points. They also facilitate the concealment and exit of personnel. Once a suspicious person is found, they can be dealt with quickly.
It’s just that no one knows whether the other party will resist. Some words are better to be said in front, so as not to cause trouble over a trivial matter. It is definitely not an ordinary person who can open a shop at the gate of the city.
Hearing this, the shopkeeper drooped his eyelids and said softly: "Sir, you are serious. Our boss is preparing to renovate and decorate the store. If anything is damaged, it will save us money to find someone to clean it up."
This is so beautifully said.
Zuo Zhong said nothing with a smile on his face, and followed the other person to the guest room. Some words were meaningless if he said it plainly. Since he was so happy, they should take more care of his boss in the future.
The two walked to the door of the guest room area, and a man walked out of the hay shed where the animals were tied. The shopkeeper immediately said goodbye and walked to his room. He was not going to go out until the agent left.
The person who walked out was Wu Chunyang. At this time, he was dressed like a coolie, with a few straws in his hair, and his body was full of the smell of large livestock excrement. This kind of person is very common in restaurants.
He glanced at the shopkeeper who was leaving and reported in a low voice: "Section Chief, Jiang Zhaoqing has been arrested and sent back to the department. No shots were fired. Documents, weapons, cash and microfilm were found from the other party."
"Microfilm?"
Zuo Zhong was a little surprised. After working in intelligence work for almost two years, this was the first time he encountered this thing in reality. He had only seen the introduction of microfilm in training materials before.
The reason is not that this thing is difficult. After all, microfilm has been around since the 19th century, and it has now developed to the point where a book with hundreds of pages can be reduced to a piece of film the size of a stamp.
It's not because it's expensive, it's just some chemical raw materials. Many banks and newspapers in the Republic of China were using microfilm to store information, and any photo studio could process it.
The reason why microfilm has not become popular in the intelligence industry is that it is impractical. The correctness of the content can only be checked after developing microfilm, and in emergencies one can only gamble on luck.
Imagine that an intelligence officer went through all kinds of hardships to obtain the information, and then spent all his efforts to make microfilm. After risking exposure, he returned home and found that the film was all waste.
He probably has thoughts of committing suicide.
It is also unrealistic to use a slide projector to directly view microfilm, at least at this stage. The effect of viewing the image on the slide projector is very blurry and cannot be used in actual intelligence work.
He thought for a while and said, "Where is the film hidden? When he arrested Jiang Zhaoqing, did he try to destroy the film? Ask the people in the department to develop it immediately. Please inform me of the results at any time."
"The film is hidden in the temples of the glasses. This guy wanted to swallow it, but I stopped him." Wu Chunyang led Zuo Zhong into a guest room: "It has been developed, and it is some information about the city."
"Humph, little Japan."
Zuo Zhong sneered, walked around the Datong Shop casually, then walked to the wall and took out the transom to look outside. There were no luxurious wooden windows in the shop, only an exhaust window.
This is conducive to surveillance work. With the wall hidden, the spies can hide behind the transom and observe the people coming and going. It is impossible for Japanese spies to pay attention to the movements behind all the transoms.
Zuo Zhong confirmed that the observation effect of the transom window was good, and then he was completely relieved. He looked at the watch on his wrist again. At 12:50, the preparations for the blockade could begin. It was time to shake people.
He nodded to Wu Chunyang: "Let the people from the city defense and Jiang defense start. They must arrive at all the checkpoints in the city within twenty minutes. At least one platoon of troops must be stationed and inspected at each checkpoint.
Tell them that they are only responsible for searching, screening, and arresting people who are handed over to us. If anyone lets the spy go in order to grab credit, let their superiors explain it to the chairman of the committee. Original words. "
This must be said, otherwise this group of retreating national troops would definitely cause trouble if they turned into the enemy and attacked Xu Rulin, harassed the people and looted like fire, and the friendly troops were in trouble and could not move like mountains.
Both sides were wearing the same military uniforms. Wu Chunyang was very aware of the other party's virtues. He nodded quickly to express that he understood, and then walked out of the room to call the City Defense Headquarters and Jiang Defense Forces.
Following this call, the city defense troops from several military camps in Jinling City were dispatched. Trucks carrying arrogant soldiers rampaged through the streets, scaring the people to run for cover.
At the same time, the small gunboats on the riverside pier also lit fires and pressurized them. Black smoke billowed out of the chimneys. The fishermen nearby did not know why. Only the children cheered and barefooted on the shore.
Less than twenty minutes.
Barriers began to be set up at various city gates, highways, docks, railway stations, bus stations, and even dirt roads used by villagers in Jinling. Teams of soldiers holding rifles pulled up barbed wire fences and blocked horses.
Many people who were preparing to leave the city were at a loss when faced with the sudden checkpoint. They didn't know what these soldiers were going crazy about. Could it be that any official was shot by the assassin?
That...is great.
Arresting the officials of the Republic of China and queuing them up, and killing them all, maybe there are some who have been wronged, but killing every other one will definitely slip through the net. If the party is rotten from top to bottom, it is already commonplace in the fish and meat village.
Among the pedestrians and convoys who were stopped, some bold people began to speculate. Some said that the chairman of the committee was missing, and some said that Dean Wang met the assassin again and was beaten into a sieve on the hospital bed.
The truth or falsehood of the matter is not important, what is important is the pleasure. After being squeezed on weekdays, this will be stopped in the middle of the road. The anger in the hearts of the people can only be expressed in this way, and the scene is a bit chaotic for a while.
At the Changgan Bridge checkpoint in the south of the city, on a long-distance bus from Jinling to Guangling, a few prostitutes whispered small jokes about the insects of the Republic of China, causing the passengers to laugh.
The driver heard the commotion getting louder and louder, turned around and shouted in a low voice: "Hello, hello, it's almost over. There are soldiers with guns and ammunition outside. If they hear it, you will be in trouble."
It's a good thing he didn't shout, but when he shouted, the car became more lively. The passengers, who were already irritable due to the slow speed and crowding, finally found an outlet, pointed at the driver and cursed loudly.
"We are all so poor that it won't do any good if the soldiers arrest us. It would be better if we arrest you, the loser. I told you a joke and it will interfere with your business. Dogs are meddling in other people's business."
"Hey, excuse me, driver. When can I start driving? I'm from the Guangling Party Headquarters. I have urgent matters to attend to when I return to Guangling. If I miss a major event of the party and the country, you can't bear the responsibility."
"Where is my child? If any of you see my child, you want to kill him. Please let those soldiers get in the car. There are photographers in the car. Driver, driver, please call someone. My child is missing."
There was a chaos in the car, some were swearing, some were threatening, and some were looking for children. The driver was not a fuel-efficient person, so he stood up with the handle in hand, wanting to compete with the scolders.
"Bang."
"Don't move."
At this moment, the door of the long-distance bus was kicked open. Several soldiers stood outside the car and aimed their guns at the inside of the car. Next to them, there was a short fat man wearing a dozen Chinese tunic suits and watching coldly.
The passengers in the car felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on their heads. They felt chilled all over. They quickly closed their mouths and sat back in their seats. Those who didn't have seats immediately curled up and hid behind other people.
An officer with the rank of second lieutenant pulled out the Jiraide from his waist and jumped into the car. Looking at the passengers who were as quiet as quails, he glanced around the car insidiously.
"Keep making noise, keep making noise, why don't you stop making noise? I'm here to hunt down assassins, and instead of cooperating, you guys are making trouble here. Do you think I don't dare to shoot?"
The car became silent, and even the driver looked ahead with a serious face, his hands on the steering wheel motionless, as if the car would fall into an abyss if he didn't pay attention.
"Hmph, if you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."
The second lieutenant snorted coldly when he saw this, and said to the short fat man outside the car: "I'll leave it to Chief Song next. If you need help, just ask. Brother has chopped off the heads of several little Japanese in 128."
"Okay, thank you for your help, brother."
The short fat man cupped his hands and thanked him, then passed by the second lieutenant and got into the car. There was a smile on his chubby face, which, combined with his chubby figure, made the passengers relax a little.
He looked around, touched the head of the child next to him, and said kindly: "Don't be afraid, everyone. I am a civil servant of the Secret Service. You all know what we do, right?"
Before he finished speaking, an old man burped and fainted. The other passengers were no better. Some had weak legs and some had chattering teeth. The Secret Service, they knew it all too well.
It is said that these agents kill without batting an eye, are ruthless, cruel, and eat people without spitting out their bones. People who die in their hands can go around Jinling, but what is this fat man doing in the car?
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