Zhuang Zili let the tears on his face fall on the table drop by drop, and he burst into tears thinking about the current situation where everyone was a slave and I was a fish.
“In the 23rd year of the Republic of China, the Secret Service Headquarters sent a secret message to inform the Tokyo Station that a group of personnel from the Intelligence Section had come to Japan to perform secret missions.
The number of people is unknown, the person in charge is unknown, and the mission situation is unknown. I only know that the mission is very confidential and Dai Chunfeng is directly responsible.
I have emergency contact information with them, but they have not contacted me in more than a year. General Gangcun, what I said is the truth. "
He was still scared after all, and told everything he knew about the situation, no longer daring to look directly at Wang Zhongquan's bloody head.
One second hero,
A bear in one second.
Sometimes the critical moment that determines the path of life only lasts a few seconds. If Zhuang Zili had chosen to take action just now, the outcome might have been different.
After hearing what he said, Gangcun hesitated for a moment and glanced at the traitor Tan Wei. Tan Wei immediately bent over and whispered a few words in the other person's ear.
Zhuang Zili lowered his head, his eyes full of murderous intent, thinking that this bastard really hated him to death. Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Gangcun ask again.
"Zhuang Sang, where are the messages Jinling sent you?"
"The darkroom of the Sunrise Cinema must have been destroyed by the fire."
"Oh? Please Zhuang Sang rewrite these telegrams, and also write down clearly the contact information for the secret personnel coming to Japan from the Intelligence Department. Can you do it?"
"Okay, General Gangcun, I hope to receive the strictest protection."
"No problem. The Empire of Japan always values its friends."
Gangcun got what he wanted, replied with a smile, reached out to cover the small wooden box, and gave Tan Wei an order in a relaxed tone.
"Tan, take Wang Zhongquan's head and feed it to my dog. Anyone who dares to reject our goodwill will receive the most ruthless punishment."
"Hai."
Tan Weitian lowered his head shamelessly, hugged the wooden box and walked out. Before leaving, he snorted at Zhuang Zili with a trace of ridicule on his face.
We are all acting as traitors. There is no point in pretending to be a loyal martyr like you named Zhuang. When Jinling finds out that we have surrendered to the enemy, everyone will have to face the pursuit of the Secret Service.
It is better to coax the Japanese into good health, not only to save his life, but also to enjoy the glory and wealth. If he wants to become a master, he must seize this opportunity.
Tan Wei hurried out, and soon the frantic barking of wolf dogs was heard outside, followed closely by the sounds of biting and chewing.
"Ugh~"
Zhuang Zili couldn't help but want to vomit. Intelligence officers are also human beings, and they will also feel sick when faced with such things that transcend the bottom line of human nature.
At the same time, he had a full understanding of the ruthlessness of the Japanese, and tremblingly picked up the pen and paper handed over by Okamura and started writing a book.
Half an hour later, Zhuang Zili was led out of the gate and into a car. Gangcun in the room looked at what he had written and said to his entourage.
“Contact the Ministry of Internal Affairs 1 and ask them to immediately conduct an inventory of foreigners, imperial citizens, and expatriates who entered the country after January 1934, as quickly as possible.
The target information is unknown, and the destination may be any city. First, find personnel related to important military and political agencies, and report immediately if discovered.
Tell those bureaucrats that this is an important case for the General Staff Headquarters, and whoever sabotages the military's plan will be dealt with under military law. "
"Hai, your Excellency General."
After speaking, the attendant quickly left to convey Okamura's order. It won't be long before ordinary people throughout Japan will be affected by this order.
With the prevalence of monarchism, the opinions of the military gradually determined Japan's political direction and policies, and soldiers became more important.
In the tea garden, Gangcun held up the tea cup with one hand, stroked the wolf dog that was licking the blood on its paws with the other, and looked at the green bamboo dancing in the wind.
Left heavy,
Secret Service.
These were two formidable enemies. The zoo team he installed in Jinling was completely wiped out, and even the ace agent codenamed Boss died.
He still doesn't know how these people were exposed. The only gain is to confirm that there is nothing wrong with Ryosuke Hase, the expert on China issues.
Also, some time ago, the secret base of the Kwantung Army's water supply and epidemic prevention force was destroyed, and dozens of senior researchers were burned to ashes.
The result given by the Puppet Manchukuo authorities is that the attackers were probably members of the Anti-Japanese Alliance because they found certain traces in the nearby mountains and forests after the incident.
The only force that dares to attack the Kwantung Army in the Northeast and operates in the forest is the Resistance League. The bandits will not attack Beiyinhe.
Thinking of this, Gangcun shook his head. According to the secret information he received, a considerable number of American-made Thompson submachine guns appeared on the scene.
The Anti-Japanese Alliance was notoriously poor. Under the encirclement and suppression by the Kwantung Army, they couldn't even equip each man with a rifle, so where could they find the means to equip them with automatic firepower.
This matter may be a joint effort between the underground party and the fruit party. When the Harbin Secret Service Section arrested the underground party in the Education Department, the two parties cooperated.
What His Majesty Tianlu and the senior officials were most worried about finally happened. A united Republic of China was not in the interests of the empire, and the relationship between the two must be destroyed.
For a time, countless conspiracies and conspiracies flashed through Gangcun's mind. After a long time, he smiled slightly. If he is a party member, he will definitely accept the empire's goodwill.
More than ten days later,
In a small shop in Tokyo's Minato District, Zuo Zhong looked helpless as he read the newspaper report on friendly consultations between the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Japan and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Republic of China.
The Nationalist Government and Baldhead really care about food rather than fighting. I dare not believe this clumsy delaying strategy. How can there be real peace between China and Japan?
"Okamoto-kun, please drink some water."
At this time, He Yijun had a Japanese woman's hairstyle, wore a kimono and gota, and handed a glass of hot water to him with small steps.
The place where the two of them are staying now is a newly opened small drugstore. The store is almost more than ten square meters, and upstairs is a smaller living room.
Zuo Zhong took the tea cup and looked around at the medicine cabinets, display windows, and counters in the store. He nodded with satisfaction. The decoration cost was not wasted.
This place was originally a small restaurant selling ramen. After they rented it, they hired workers to make some minor changes and opened it as quickly as possible.
Too many days have passed since Tokyo Station was destroyed and Fu Ling and others disappeared. The incident must be investigated clearly as soon as possible without further delay.
In addition to monitoring the movements of construction workers these days, Zuo Zhong also went to several clubs and factories to apply for jobs, but as expected, he was unsuccessful.
Today, he decided to go to the real target to see the situation. There were still no applicants for the job vacancies of the three reporters at the Tokyo Daily News.
In Tokyo, a meager salary of 25 yen is not enough to support my family, let alone myself. I am afraid I have to pay for myself to work there.
"Is anyone there? Excuse me."
Just as he was thinking about it, someone shouted loudly outside the store, and then two policemen with guns walked into the store and quickly glanced at Zuo Zhong and the other two.
The leading policeman bowed slightly and solemnly explained his purpose: "We are policemen from a nearby police station, and we are here today to conduct national registration.
May I ask your names and when did you come here? According to the requirements of the Metropolitan Police Department, all people coming to Tokyo must provide household registration information. "
"Yes, Mr. Police Officer, I am Shigenobu Okamoto, and this is my wife Natsuko Okamoto. We returned to Tokyo from Mite Island to make a living half a month ago."
Hearing this, Zuo Zhong answered naturally, motioned to He Yijun to go upstairs and take down the household registration information of the two people, and then stood aside quietly and waited.
He didn't start a conversation or use any clichés. Japanese interpersonal relationships are not like those in the Republic of China. People are relatively indifferent to each other. Too much nonsense can easily lead to suspicion.
Within two minutes, He Yijun went downstairs and handed the document bag to the police, then stood behind Zuo Zhong with his head lowered, just like an ordinary Japanese woman.
During this period, the leading police officer had been quietly observing, but found nothing wrong, so he had to open the document bag and check the documents inside.
The above information and entry time record are all normal. The stamps from the Shanghai Consulate and Guandong Prefecture are clear, and there are no problems with the secret stamp.
However, returning citizens are the focus of this investigation. The police recorded the information of the two people and prepared to go back for verification, especially to the Shanghai Consulate.
The other party stayed in the Republic of China for several years, and his thoughts, actions and speeches during this period had to be verified one by one. No one dared to pervert the military's mission.
"Please put it away."
The leading policeman returned the document bag, and then, led by Zuo Zhong, looked around the store carefully, stamping on the floor and knocking on the wall from time to time.
Zuo Chong accompanied him with a smile, thinking to himself that if Lao Bai's subordinates were one-tenth as dedicated as the other, Japanese spies wouldn't even be able to enter Jinling.
After struggling for a while, the two Japanese policemen left. He walked to the door and waved, turned around and returned to the house, his face suddenly turned ugly.
When he was looking for a job a few days ago, he saw many police officers walking around the streets. He thought there was some big case, but it turned out that they were conducting a large-scale investigation.
Such a meticulous investigation is by no means an ordinary police operation. It is more like the work of an intelligence agency. The target is likely to be Fu Ling and others.
Otherwise, the enemy would not ask them when they came here. Besides, as soon as something happened at Tokyo Station, the Japanese would do this. How could it be such a coincidence?
He bets that the police in other Japanese cities should also be operating. This is a large-scale counterintelligence operation involving the entire Japan.
There is a mole inside,
Still a big insider.
Apart from Dai Chunfeng, only a few senior officials at Tokyo Station knew that the Intelligence Section had sent personnel to perform secret missions in Japan.
To be precise, only Zhuang Zili, Wang Zhongquan, and Tan Wei knew about it. It was now certain that the traitor must be among these three people.
After thinking for a while, he told He Yijun a few words and walked out of the drugstore, trotting onto a tram and heading to the headquarters of Tokyo Daily News.
The action needs to be accelerated. Zuo Zhong doesn't know how many things people like Zhuang Zili have mastered. It is related to the success or failure of the canned plan, and no mistakes can be made.
The tram drove for more than an hour, and a spectacular building appeared in front of him. The Tokyo Daily News newspaper office arrived.
Tokyo Daily News,
Founded in 1872, it is a right-wing media that strongly promotes monarchism. Zuo Zhong got out of the car, took a look at the building, and walked over.
Perhaps because there were so few people applying for the job, it didn't take much effort for him to get in touch with the person in charge of the recruitment through the doorman.
"Okamoto, please take a seat. Welcome to Tokyo Nippon Shimbun. I am Satoshi Ono, the deputy director of the Reporting Department, who specializes in managing new reporters."
A fat man with a sanitary beard sat behind the desk, pointed at the stool to Zuo Zhong, who had just come in, and introduced himself seriously.
"I met Minister Ono."
Zuo Zhong bowed politely and offered a flattery at the drop of a hat: "I'm so impolite for not coming here. Please forgive me, Minister."
After spending two or three years in the government officialdom, his ability to flatter and be flattered is not the same as it was a few years ago. It can be said that he has reached an advanced level.
The most embarrassing thing about being a deputy is that subtitle. It's these people who don't fart loudly and their speech doesn't count. Of course, he doesn't count himself.
In short, if you want to quickly build a relationship with Ono Satoshi, language art is one aspect, and attitude is another. You must make him feel respected.
The other party asked him to sit down, but if he did sit down, he would definitely get into trouble. Zuo Zhong even wondered if the newspaper office's inability to recruit people was related to this person.
"Haha, call me Deputy Minister."
When Ono Satoshi heard the word "minister", his expression did not change at all, but his tone softened slightly: "You're welcome, you haven't joined the job yet."
"No, no, you are older than Okamoto. As a junior, even if you cannot enter the newspaper office, you must have the proper etiquette."
Zuo Zhong quickly waved his hands as if he couldn't help it, and retorted sternly, sometimes flattery has to be hard and sometimes softness.
"Haha, sit down."
It wasn't until this moment that Ono Satoshi showed a smile, the mustache on his lips curled up, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became harmonious.
"Thank you, Mr. Minister." Zuo Zhong sat down this time. There was only one word difference between "please sit down" and "please sit down", but the meaning behind it was completely different and more cordial.
He put his hands on his knees, straightened his waist, and stared at the tip of the other person's nose, which made him look magnanimous without appearing too aggressive.
Ono Cong smiled lightly, understanding that the young man in front of him understood the laws of social operation, and there was no need to say some polite nonsense.
Mr. Vice Minister thought about this and coughed slightly: "Okamoto-san, our Tokyo Daily News is a large newspaper and has high requirements on personnel.
You have seen the recruitment notice and you should know the specific requirements. You must have graduated from elementary school and can use words proficiently. I don’t know how you can prove it. "
"Your Excellency, please review this."
Zuo Zhongshu stood up, respectfully placed his files and several current affairs reports on the other party's table, and then stood aside in awe.
The mission required the job of a reporter, and he wanted to ensure that nothing went wrong, so he naturally came prepared, and the things he had prepared would be used right now.
Ono Satoshi quickly checked these things, and he became more and more satisfied. Okamoto's handwriting was strong and powerful, his words were accurate, and his writing was smooth.
What's even more difficult is that he is insightful in his analysis of current affairs, has a high-level view of the overall situation, and some of his words are more sophisticated than many veteran reporters.
Looking at the academic background in the file, it completely met the newspaper's recruitment requirements, so he stood up and stretched out his right hand and said very kindly.
"Welcome to the Tokyo Daily News, Okamoto-kun."
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1The Ministry of Internal Affairs is responsible for police affairs in Japan.
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