After undergoing the examination, Zuo Zhong walked out of the gate of Tokyo Port. He Yijun looked at the crowd and asked, "Okamoto-kun, where are we going now?"
"Go to the hotel first."
Zuo Zhong carried two suitcases and glanced at the policeman across the street: "Just stay in the port area, the person we want to see is nearby.
It is best to go to the embassy and consulate area, where there are many foreigners who come to Japan to do business. These guys are very well-informed and make it easier for us to find people. "
He Yijun understands that as the number of foreigners increases, the Japanese's control over this place will inevitably be affected, and it will be easier for them to fish in troubled waters.
If you live in an area with only locals, once there is a problem with your operations, the situation will be dangerous when faced with door-to-door searches by the military and police.
The two hailed a human-powered three-wheeler and headed to the consulate area along the seaside road. The street scenes they saw along the way made them feel a little heavy in the car.
Shiny cars, clean roads, bustling markets, and well-dressed pedestrians all make Shanghai look a bit shabby compared to here.
He Yijun couldn't understand why the Japanese invaded the Republic of China when they were already so rich. Could it be that wealth could only be obtained through plundering?
Zuo Zhong seemed to be aware of her thoughts and patted her hand gently, sneering in his heart. Tokyo looked prosperous, but it was just a tower built on sand.
Relying on foreign debt and borrowing to stimulate the economy will last long. The Japanese government will not be able to persist for long without launching a foreign war.
While each was thinking, Zuo Zhong and He Yijun came to the embassy district and found a hotel to check in. The registration procedures were not as complicated as those in Harbin.
After all, Tokyo is the capital of Japan, which represents the face of locusts. The Japanese government will not wantonly harass residents.
But it's hard to say in private.
Zuo Zhong put his luggage on the ground and glanced out of the window. There were two young men in suits leaning against telephone poles smoking on the roadside.
They seemed to be chatting, but their heads moved with the pedestrians coming and going. There were bulging bags on the back of their clothes, and they must be carrying weapons.
A policeman on patrol passed by and nodded as he passed by the two people. He was obviously very familiar with the other person and knew their identity.
"What's wrong, Okamoto-kun?"
He Yijun put away the toiletries, moved to the window and asked softly, with a normal tone, just like a conversation between an ordinary couple.
"It's nothing." Zuo Zhong shook his head and explained with a smile: "I haven't been back to my country for a long time. I feel a little shy about being close to home for a while. I don't know what will happen in the future."
They need to act cautiously in the enemy's camp. Talking less and doing less may not necessarily be safe. What they have to do is to do things that are consistent with their status and say things that are consistent with their status.
The two discussed the "changes" in Tokyo for a while, went out for a walk, got familiar with the nearby terrain, and returned to the hotel after having lunch.
afternoon.
Zuo Zhong bought a lot of new and old newspapers. First, he wanted to find a job where he could move freely without arousing suspicion as a cover for his identity.
This time he planned to open a small pharmacy and let He Yijun be responsible for it alone. Prices in Tokyo were no lower than in Jinling, so opening a large pharmacy would cost a lot of money.
What they did in the Republic of China and Harbin was just a small business. They shouldn't have so much money. When acting, they had to perform a complete set without leaving any omissions.
Second, he wanted to find information related to Tokyo Station and Fu Ling through newspaper reports, and analyze public intelligence.
No matter how useless the members of the Tokyo Station are, when faced with the arrests of Japanese intelligence agencies, there will always be a few brave men among the more than 100 people who dare to shoot.
As long as a gun is fired, there will definitely be a report in the newspaper of the day. Even if there is no specific information due to news restrictions, you can still look for side information.
For example, abnormal situations in hospitals, firefighting, and transportation. Sometimes clues are hidden in these details, waiting for those who are interested to discover them.
Zuo Shige quickly browsed local or national newspapers such as "Tokyo Nikichi Shimbun", "Asahi Shimbun" and "Yomiuri Shimbun".
His attention was mainly focused on social news and job recruitment columns. Soon, a bold and bold headline aroused his interest.
"Central Fire"
Central District is located in the center of all districts in Tokyo, hence its name. It is the economic, information, and commercial center of Japan after the Meiji Restoration.
There are many banks here, and the Tokyo Stock Exchange is also located here. According to locals, the air in the central area is full of money.
The secret service's headquarters in Tokyo Station is located in the Ginza business district in the central area, and its external cover is a movie theater. Zuo Shige also just found out about it.
I have to say that this arrangement is very imaginative. The cinema is large and has many employees, making it easy to hide weapons, radios and staff.
Therefore, the Tokyo Station has been running for several years. Except for the sacrifice of several spies in the past to deal with the families of Japanese spies, no major work mistakes have occurred.
Zuo Zhong recalled the relevant information in his mind and read the report at a glance. His face was not very pretty. The situation was worse than he thought.
The newspaper clearly stated that a fire broke out at the Rising Sun Cinema in Ginza recently, and that the 25 victims were all cinema employees. It was actually a natural disaster and a man-made disaster.
25 people.
25 lurking intelligence agents.
This is basically consistent with the number of permanent personnel in the Tokyo Station agency. Only two people are missing. They either ran away or were captured by the enemy.
He hated the possible traitor with itch. Even if these people's professional skills were not good enough, they had still managed to break into the enemy camp for several years.
The Secret Service spent a lot of money on them, forging relatively perfect identities and backgrounds, but it was all in vain.
Looking at the publication time of the newspaper, it was the third day after Tokyo Station was destroyed by Japanese intelligence agencies. There was a photo below the text.
The photo is a bit blurry, but you can see Western-style buildings with thick smoke, Tokyo fire fighters holding water pipes, and a large group of police officers.
Cover your ears and steal the bell,
Do we need so many police to put out the fire?
Zuo Zhong's eyes were solemn. There must have been a firefight at that time, and the enemy might have suffered casualties. From this, we might be able to figure out what happened that day.
Also, it does not take three days to print a newspaper. The most reasonable explanation is that the matter has been brought to the attention of Japanese senior officials, and the news content must be censored.
This is very reasonable. The Japanese have always attached great importance to intelligence work and regard it as the only way for a small country to win over a big country. This has been true for hundreds of years.
Send envoys to the Tang Dynasty,
international students,
The monk who traveled across the ocean,
Japanese pirates.
The identities are different, but the purpose is the same. They are all to obtain Chinese intelligence from various channels in order to one day occupy this huge country.
In the past, it was they who plotted against others, but now it is their turn to be plotted against. They will definitely take this matter extremely seriously. Maybe even the bullshit locusts know about it.
I don’t know what instructions this shellfish lover will give. Several more people in the Japanese military were scolded. Zuo Shige continued to flip the newspaper after thinking about it.
kindness?
What's this.
In the recent Tokyo Daily News, he found an advertisement that the other party was recruiting three reporters to cover news in urban Tokyo.
Reporter, the event area was still Tokyo. Zuo Zhong perked up and lowered his head to check the requirements. As a result, he was amused by the first treatment content.
In these years, the monthly salary of ordinary Japanese workers was almost 30 yen, and that of intellectual workers and low-level military officers was a bit higher, around 60 to 70 yen.
Let’s look at the Tokyo Daily News again. It’s only 25 yen a month. I’m so embarrassed that I’m going to my grandma’s house. No wonder this recruitment notice has been posted for so many days.
But that was fine, no one was competing with him for this position. Zuo Zhong originally planned to create a few minor surprises if the competition was fierce.
Everyone who applied for the job died;
Doesn't the job belong to him?
Zuo Zhong smiled and continued to read the notice. The criteria for applying were simple: a primary school education, being able to use words proficiently, and preferably knowing how to take photos.
Except for the last one, there are no requirements. Also, the salary is so low. If the requirements were higher, only a ghost would be willing to be a reporter.
He thought about it and thought he could give it a try. His file was reviewed by the Shanghai Residency Militia and reviewed by the Special Higher Education Course, so he was not afraid of investigation.
Moreover, the place of origin registered in the cover identity is Tokyo, and all his family members died in the Great Kanto Earthquake, so there is no network of connections that can be investigated.
A major earthquake is good. If you can't explain it, just blame it on the big earthquake. The school you went to - collapsed in the earthquake, and the people you were related to - were killed in the earthquake.
The key is that apart from some special background screening, ordinary police officers would not be suspicious after seeing this information. After all, 140,000 people died in the earthquake.
Almost every household had several relatives and friends killed, and the fire destroyed a lot of household registration information, making it impossible to investigate many things.
As for the proficient use of words and photos, they are the basic skills of intelligence officers. From this look, this job is tailor-made for him.
"Yoshi."
Zuo Zhong, who was too deeply involved in the drama, muttered something in a low voice, and then looked for some recruitment notices, planning to go to them all before going to Tokyo Daily News.
His purpose cannot be too strong, and people cannot think that he is going to this extremely low-paying job. This is illogical.
Zhuge was always cautious in his life, but Lu Duan was not confused about major matters. He had to take precautions every step of the way when he was in danger. Tokyo Station was gone, so there was no point in being anxious.
Just when Zuo Zhong was reading the newspaper.
In a beautiful Japanese garden in Chiyoda District, Tokyo, two men sat facing each other in the tea garden, with different expressions on their faces.
One of them was sitting on the ground wearing a black patterned kimono. He was about forty or fifty years old, with a thin face, dark skin, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses.
Another younger, middle-aged man with a Chinese character face was restless, his face and neck were covered with scars, and he was wearing a Japanese military uniform without a rank.
The man in black-striped kimono turned to look at the courtyard on the right, pointed at a bonsai that had been blown by the cold wind, and spoke in very standard Chinese.
"Zhuang Sang, please look at these few jade jade plants planted in shallow pots, with different heights and heights. They are decorated with boxing stones and decorated with moss. Isn't it unique and interesting?
Just wanting to appreciate it requires long-term care. Avoid exposure to the scorching sun in summer, prevent night dew at night, and keep away from severe cold in winter.
Even so, its most beautiful appearance only lasts for a few months. This is true for bonsai, and so is it not true for our lives. "
"...General Okamura."
The Chinese-character face raised his head and showed helplessness: "What exactly do you want to say? I am a rough person and don't understand these metaphors. Please get straight to the point.
I betrayed the staff at Tokyo Station and there is no turning back. If I don't get your protection, I will be killed by a gunman when I go out.
As the intelligence chief of the Japanese Army General Staff Headquarters, you should be very clear about the style of the Secret Service. They will not let any traitor go.
Especially Deputy Director Zuo Zhong, this person will definitely retaliate. I have killed so many brothers, and the killer who executes the order may be outside. "
The two people talking to them were Zhuang Zili, the head of the Tokyo Station of the Secret Service, and Major General Okamura, the director of the Second Department of the Japanese Army Staff Headquarters.
The truth is similar to what Zuo Zhong guessed. Zhuang Zili, the leader of the station, actually chose to betray the country and the nation and became a dog of the Japanese.
"hehe..."
Gangcun smiled lightly, reached out and took off the kettle with steam floating on the charcoal stove, added some tea for himself and the other party, and then spoke slowly.
"Zhuang Sang, you are a top student in the second batch of Huangpu Military Academy in the Republic of China. Don't you even understand that beauty is fleeting? This is not the attitude that cooperation should have.
Although you helped us wipe out all the Tokyo Station of the Secret Service, they are all dead people. In the intelligence industry, dead people are worthless.
Therefore, if you want to obtain the protection of the empire, just a Tokyo station is not enough. You must lure the Chinese named Zuo Zhong to Japan. "
At the end of his speech, his eyes were sinister, and he placed the teacup on the table without hesitation, looking at this despicable traitor with piercing eyes.
Even if the other party is willing to cooperate with the empire, Gangcun still looks down on this kind of person in his heart. A soldier should not surrender no matter what the reason.
However, he looked down upon him, and he still had to use him. He hoped that there would be as many weaklings as possible, so that he could annex the Republic of China.
the other side.
When Zhuang Zili heard Gangcun's words, he really wanted to give the Japanese major general a big slap in the face and lure Zuo Zhong to Japan, but the other party could not say it out loud.
Everyone knows that Zuo Zhong rarely goes out. During his stay in Jinling, he was the front line between the Secret Service and the dormitory area. When he was performing tasks, he was cheered by everyone.
Would such a guy who is greedy for life and afraid of death, as timid as a mouse, come to Japan because of his own words? You know it is impossible even if you think about it.
At the same time, he was afraid of the Japanese's ability to collect intelligence. His graduation from Huangpu Phase II was top secret and few people knew about it.
Among the entire Secret Service and Bureau of Statistics, only Dai Chunfeng has real information about him. Could it be that there are nails planted by the Japanese around Director Dai.
He thought quickly for a while, moved his lips and said tentatively: "That's not what you said when you persuaded me to surrender. How can you break your promise?
I understand that if you want to be treated favorably, you must show your worth, but I am cautious and won't go out easily for things that are not particularly important.
Even if I send the message as the head of Tokyo Station, the other party will not believe it. According to the rules of the Secret Service, missing contacts in the field must be screened.
Before the screening is completed, the message I sent will have no effect. General Gangcun, please believe me. What I say is the truth. "
"I know about this, wait a minute."
Gangcun laughed happily after hearing this, and clapped his hands mysteriously outside the tea garden. A tall middle-aged man walked in with a bow and a nod.
Holding a wooden box in his hand, this man came to the tea table and knelt directly on the ground. He handed the wooden box to Gangcun with both hands and kowtowed obsequiously.
"Your Majesty General, the stuff has arrived."
"Tan Wei!!!"
Zhuang Zili on the side had fire in his eyes and wanted to kill this bastard with one shot. If he hadn't surrendered to the enemy and betrayed his country, how could he have been exposed?
The No. 3 action team leader at Tokyo Station rebelled, and the consequences were so horrific that no one at the top of the intelligence station was spared and all were arrested.
Under severe torture, he had no choice but to speak. As a result, almost all the brothers who had known each other for many years were wiped out, and only a few escaped.
Now that he saw the culprit, Zhuang Zili could no longer suppress his murderous intent. He clenched his hands under the table, eager to try.
"Stationmaster Zhuang, Lao Zhuang."
Being stared at with murderous eyes, Tan Wei didn't care at all and tapped the wooden box with his hand: "I advise you to be smart, do you know what this is?
General, can you please allow me to open the box? This will help Mr. Zhuang understand his situation as soon as possible and concentrate on serving the empire. "
He warned his former boss and then asked the current owner a question. After speaking, he raised his head and observed Gangcun, who nodded slightly.
Tan Wei was delighted when he saw this. He carefully opened one side of the wooden box and slowly turned the contents around. A strange smell immediately filled the air.
Zhuang Zili gritted his teeth and watched the guy's movements. He was also curious about what was in the box, so he turned his attention to this box, which was not too big.
"Nakaizumi!"
It turned out that after just one glance, he couldn't hold back the tears anymore, because what was inside was the head of Wang Zhongquan, the leader of the Tokyo Station Intelligence Team.
The other party refused to close his eyes, his face was covered with traces of torture, and his open mouth had two ears stuffed in it. This scene made people shudder.
"Zhuang Sang."
Gang Cunpi smiled and said: "I know that Zuo Zhong once sent a group of people to the empire. If something happens to these people, he will probably come to Tokyo.
I want to know where they are. If Wang Sang is unwilling to cooperate, he can only die. Dear Zhuang, please don’t let me and the empire down. "
"I...."
Zhuang Zili burst into tears and burst into tears.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
The transition should be over, I still have to think about how the plot will unfold.
There shouldn't be too many transitions, otherwise many book friends will think it's watery.
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