"Deputy Director, could it be that Station Commander Shi is from our Secret Service? Xu Enzeng is inside. I'm afraid he won't be able to come out now. Do you want me to stay here and wait for an opportunity to make connections?"
As soon as the car left the gate of Shanghai Station, the secret service headquarters, Wu Chunyang asked mysteriously. After working in intelligence work for so long, some things can be understood at a glance. There must be something wrong with Shi Zhenmei. . .
Zuo Zhong smiled lightly when he heard this. The information Dai Chunfeng gave him before departure was very detailed. It was so detailed that even Xu Enzeng might not have grasped it, so the source of the information could only come from one place.
A senior executive at Shanghai Station, the secret service headquarters.
When I contacted Shi Zhenmei again and asked her to join the working meeting of the White Blood Cell Project, the answer was easy to guess. To say that Lao Xu was really a failure, the heads of important districts and stations were not of the same mind.
But why the dignified station leader betrayed the secret service headquarters? Maybe it was for greater power, maybe he was in big trouble, maybe he just wanted to make a bet, who knows.
He thought about it and shook his head: "I'm just giving it a try. The other party is not the one I'm following. Don't ask for more details. Return to Jisi Feier Road. In addition to Luoma, I also found the information of Station Master Shi. "
"Okay, Deputy Director."
Wu Chunyang realized that the matter might be related to the deputy director, so he decisively shut his mouth and decided to ask Jinling's men to take the fastest train to send the files of these two people to Shanghai when he returned.
His political intelligence unit has information on all personnel, including name, age, place of origin, gender, detailed resume, hobbies and specialties, as well as information about relatives and friends.
Although the content has not been updated for a long time, it is enough to get a preliminary understanding of a person. Other information can be obtained through insiders and information dealers in one place. As long as the money is available, you can buy anything.
Zuo Zhong didn't care about this. He returned to the temporary station in silence all the way. He said hello to his men and walked into his room. He gently closed the door and began to check the hidden locations in the room.
There are no wireless bugs in this era. As long as there are no abnormal lines, you can determine whether the area around you is clean. He turned around and looked at the time, took out his mobile phone from the space and started typing.
"We have learned that the special agent headquarters plan is codenamed White Blood Cell. We have sent personnel to infiltrate the Shanghai organization. Grassroots activities have been exposed. Also pay attention to the safety of Special Section personnel and the surrounding environment. We are waiting for detailed information, Qiu Chan."
It had been a few days since Dai Chunfeng revealed the news. With this safety buffer time and the fact that so many agents knew about it, it was impossible to find out where the information was leaked.
It's a pity that Luoma was very vigilant and did not reveal the specific identity and lurking location of the insider cell. Of course, even if the guy told him, he would not act rashly. Who knows if it is a trap.
"Buzz."
"Find out as soon as possible, old K."
The call back came when he was thinking about it. Zuo Zhong nodded slightly after reading it. Judging from the previous communication, his partner should not know about this matter, otherwise he would not use the word "as soon as possible".
Also, the White Blood Cell Project is the top secret of the Guo Party, and the specific implementation personnel are under surveillance at all times. Senior personnel like him will also have their external communications monitored.
Old K. Xu Weiming is just the deputy director of the Jinling Party Department. He has no channel to inquire about such confidential information. If he really inquires about it, the first thing he will do is to confirm or test it with himself.
"Buzz."
"Find out as soon as possible, old K."
The phone rang again, and the exact same message was sent again. Zuo Zhong's expression became serious. The situation was far more serious than imagined. He flicked his finger to reply to the message to indicate that he had received it.
At the same time, in the bedroom of the small courtyard on Jinling Zhuque Street, Xu Weiming looked anxiously at the indicator light on the radio, and the fuse connected to the grenade on his wrist kept trembling up and down.
Suddenly a burst of green light flashed, his eyes lit up, he held the earphone with one hand, and the pen he held in the other hand quickly wrote down on the paper. After ten seconds, he quickly turned off the power of the radio station.
"Ula~Ula~"
The wailing sound of police cars came from far outside the window. Xu Weiming slowly exhaled and leaned back on his chair. The enemy's electronic detection vehicles were becoming more and more active, which was not a good thing for them.
In the past, there would be at least twenty minutes between shutting down and hearing the siren, but now the two events happen almost simultaneously, which shows that the radio direction finding technology of the Kuomintang intelligence agency is rapidly improving.
I don't know if Qiu Chan can get relevant information. An idea flashed in his mind. Then he opened the newspaper with a wry smile and used the code book to unlock the secret message. There were only four words on it.
"Received, waiting."
Xu Weiming slowly relaxed his brows, tore up the paper on the table and threw it into his mouth, chewing hard. Thinking of the contents of the first message, his face once again showed a worried look.
Osmosis and white blood cells, these two words cannot be seen separately, but they are easy to understand when put together. That is to replace the red cells of the underground party with the white cells of the communist party bit by bit.
At that time, the organization will have no secrets from the enemy. This situation is very scary, not to mention that Shanghai is the location of many important agencies. Once something goes wrong, it will affect the overall situation.
The Shanghai Central Bureau of the Underground Party.
All China Federation of Trade Unions.
Iron Federation.
Shanghai Radio Station.
Shanghai International Secret Radio.
etc.......
We must contact Southwest immediately and pass the intelligence to Shanghai. This matter must be done sooner rather than later. Maybe the spies will rush into these places in the next second, and many comrades will face life danger.
Xu Weiming took off the fuse tied to his wrist, stood up, took down a book from the bookshelf, and walked back to the table. While flipping through the book, he quickly edited a secret message and sent it out immediately.
A string of radio waves invisible to the naked eye was emitted from the small courtyard, reflected back and forth between the atmosphere and the ground, spread thousands of kilometers, and was finally received by a radio station in the southwest jungle.
"Lao K's message."
"Translation, immediately."
The two voices briefly exchanged words, and soon a middle-aged soldier wearing a coarse military uniform and an octagonal hat left on horseback with a telegraph newspaper. When he came back again, the sun had already set.
"Shanghai Special Branch, use millimeters."
(no typo)
"Yes, Minister."
Following the firm reply, the rapid and crisp sound of electric keys continued to sound, and a radio covered with black cloth shot out radio waves, flying towards the huge modern city on the coast of the East China Sea.
"Didi didi..."
In Gaolang Bridge, the junction of the French Concession and the Chinese border in Shanghai, in a Shikumen house, the lights in the three-story pavilion were dim, and the dormer window on the south roof was covered tightly with a thick quilt.
"It's millimeter secret."
"Quick, it must be important information."
There was a hint of solemnity in the tone of the person who issued the order. Millimeter secrecy is an encrypted way for the central government to communicate with the general headquarters, corps headquarters, and important agencies in various places. The confidentiality level is very high.
This secret code system consists of two parts. The first part is used when receiving and receiving telegrams, including the contact wavelength, code and time. This part of the information depends on the operator to remember it in his mind.
The second part of the translation information is all in English letters and Arabic numerals, related to the book title, volume number, header information, page number, line number and word order, and informs both parties that each holds multiple copies of the same book.
The telegram itself is a code, and its content is just a simple numerical index. If you indicate which book, which page, and which line in the telegram, you can find out the corresponding Chinese characters in the book.
This has the advantage that even if the operator masters the first part of the cipher mechanism, as long as the superiors have the key book, even if the operator rebels, the enemy will still be unable to decipher the ciphertext.
The only disadvantage of this kind of secret code is that in order to ensure absolute security, the second part of the code book needs to be transported manually and cannot be distributed on a large scale. It can only be used at important nodes.
That's why people who issue orders become so nervous. If there are no particularly important things or tasks, superiors will not use this set of passwords. After all, the fewer times the password is used, the higher the security.
The small clock in the three-story pavilion was ticking. The operator who received the call calmly recorded a line of letters and numbers on the note, then turned around and handed the note to the figure in the shadow.
"The secret code is here."
"Turn off the radio, I'm leaving first."
"be safe."
"kindness."
The shadow nodded, rolled the note into a roll and stuffed it into a cigarette, then put the cigarette into the cigarette case, and pressed the peaked cap smoothly. The protruding brim of the cap blocked his face, making it difficult for people to see clearly.
He went downstairs, opened the door, closed the door, walked out of the alley along the side street, and entered a main road. Although it was late at night, it was very lively here, and all the people passing by were workers in overalls.
There are many factories nearby that require night shifts, and it is close to the French Concession. The secret radio station is set up here. If emergency information is received in the middle of the night, no matter whether it is connected or evacuated, it will not attract attention.
The black shadow moved skillfully through the crowd. One moment he got into the hotel and left through the back door. Another moment he crossed the street through a crowded roadside stall, and walked back and forth between the Chinese and French Concessions several times.
If party agents and French police officers have no law enforcement rights in each other's jurisdiction, any party entering the other party's jurisdiction must declare in advance. Such frequent entry and exit are enough to expose the enemy's whereabouts.
The only thing to worry about is the cooperation between the two parties, but if you want to find the French at this point, you can only go to places like the Technical Courtyard. Anyway, the Gallic Rooster will never go out to catch people on a cold winter night.
Half an hour later, he called a rickshaw and reported the place name, but stopped halfway and circled around until he confirmed many times that there was no follower, then he stopped a rickshaw driver and said.
"Julida Road, French Concession."
"Okay, watch your step."
The driver replied, bending down and pressing down the handlebar. Julida Road is the core area of the French Concession. It has a police station and a barracks and is very safe. Otherwise, he would not dare to take this job in the middle of the night.
Heiying got into the car with a natural expression, observing behind him covertly along the way, and finally got off the car at the intersection, then walked through several remote alleys and walked into a new residential building.
I don't know how long it took, but he appeared on the street with a pale face. After thinking for a while, he raised his feet and walked somewhere. The colorful neon lights illuminated his elongated figure, making it look a little unclear.
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