"Long Wu, you did a good job yesterday, don't worry, I won't forget your benefits."
"Thank you, Chief Xu, for the compliment. I'm grateful, I'm not surprised."
"Don't talk nonsense, let me continue to look for traces of the Japanese."
"Yes, yes, the villain will do his best."
"Instead of trying our best, we must find a few more spies!"
Back at 11 o'clock in the morning, in a coffee shop on Shanghai News Road, Xu Enzeng knocked on the table and said rudely to a man wearing a satin suit across from him. There were many agents from the Secret Service Headquarters standing around them and outside the shop.
Hearing this, the man known as Long Wu smiled bitterly: "Sir Xu, my brothers and I are living in the concession. If I offend the Japanese, it will be difficult for me to continue my business in the future."
"It's hard to continue doing it, but you can still do it, believe it or not, I'm going to make it impossible for your business to continue doing it now." Xu Enzeng was full of momentum, and his words were full of threats.
After wiping his shiny back, he pointed to the corner of the street: "You know where that place is, the Public Concession Patrol Room. As long as I give the order, someone will naturally wipe out your little gang."
Don't think that if someone calls you "Long Ye" a few times, you will really become a master. The most important thing in life is to recognize your own position. Don't offend those who shouldn't be offended. This is Xu's experience.
Also, I heard that you do a lot of business. You even own the gas company across the street. If you encounter difficulties in business, you can come to me. I won't take advantage of you. Just give me 70% of the shares. "
Pooh!
You are not afraid of the wind blowing your tongue.
Long Wu was furious. It was just that there was no benefit for him to help the secret service headquarters, and the other party wanted to get benefits from him. How could there be such a shameless person in the world.
Everyone knows that the people in Shanghai like the modern lifestyle of foreigners the most, and are even more willing to pay for this lifestyle. How can it be possible to lose money by opening a gas company in the concession.
However, considering certain things, he forced a smile and nodded: "They say that you are generous with your wealth and justice. I have seen it today. Being able to cooperate with Chief Xu is a blessing that Long has cultivated in eight lifetimes."
"Yes, this coffee is good."
After getting what he wanted, Xu Enzeng looked at the gas company opposite that was being renovated and smiled. Suddenly he frowned, raised his finger and pointed somewhere and said with dissatisfaction.
"When you do business, you have to look like you are doing business. You don't have to do those flashy things. Why are you spending this wasted money? It's completely unnecessary. Get rid of it quickly."
On the side of the three-story building where the gas company is located, four thick cement pillars support an extended balcony. It is only separated from the junction of the Chinese and Japanese-occupied areas by a river.
"Sir Xu, this has been repaired. Wouldn't it be a waste if we demolished it? The scenery here is very beautiful at night. In the future, if you bring your wife to Shanghai, you can enjoy the beautiful scenery here."
"this."
Xu Enzeng blinked his eyes and said vaguely: "This is indeed reasonable. This time will not be an example. If you have such a large expenditure in the future, you must discuss it with me before making a decision."
Long Wu nodded quickly, his attitude became more and more respectful, and he spoke enthusiastically about the development prospects of the gas company. The two of them became happier as they chatted, completely unaware of a car parked not far away.
In the car, a young man wearing a peaked cap looked around cautiously. When he turned to the coffee shop, he paused and turned back to report to Song Minghao in the back seat.
"Deputy Section Chief Song, look, that seems to be Xu Enzeng."
The surname is Xu?
Hearing the name of his old enemy, Song Minghao, who was originally lazy, suddenly stood up. He opened the corner of the car curtain and looked outside. Sure enough, he saw the gesticulating Lao Xu and a stranger.
It's not accurate to call him a stranger. The shoe repairman who followed Gui Youguang went to a gambling house two days ago. The owner of the gambling house was named Long. He was the leader of the Cao Gang in Shanghai and had a lot of property under his control.
This is the person who had a good chat with Xu Enzeng, and their target today is related to one of the other party's companies. Is this a coincidence? An old intelligence officer will not believe in coincidences.
"Bring your camera and take pictures."
Without any hesitation, Song Minghao gave the order to his subordinates. He really didn't expect that there would be unexpected gains when he went out to perform the mission. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and then he looked down at his watch.
At the same time, a dilapidated Renault truck came from a distance and suddenly stopped when it reached the side of the gas company near the river. The driver jumped out and ran to the public toilet, holding his stomach.
People were in a hurry, but no one around them noticed anything was wrong. It wasn't until two minutes later that flames began to appear from the bottom of the truck, and at the same time there was a crackling sound, and someone realized that something was wrong.
Several policemen on patrol had received professional training. When they saw the explosives mark on the tarpaulin of the truck, they were so frightened that they called the fire alarm and evacuated pedestrians. They watched the fire getting bigger and bigger from a distance.
When someone in the coffee shop saw that the company they had just arrived was on fire, he quickly ran to the door. After confirming that only a truck was burned, he breathed a sigh of relief, then grabbed Long Wu and cursed loudly.
"Hurry up and let people put out the fire. If the building is set on fire, all our money will be wasted. Go quickly and let the fire brigade come as quickly as possible. It is the property of the National Government."
"Boom~"
Before he could finish his sentence, with the truck as the center of the circle, a powerful wave of air carrying high-temperature airflows of thousands of degrees Celsius blew in all directions. Within tens of milliseconds, shop windows within a radius of several hundred meters shattered.
The coffee shop was no exception. Xu Enzeng and Long Wu only felt that their vision went dark, and they were knocked to the ground. Their bodies were covered with glass fragments falling from the sky, their heads were buzzing, and their thinking became chaotic.
The secret agent in charge of security suddenly became anxious when he saw this, and quickly threw himself on Xu Enzeng. His original intention was to use his body to protect the other party from harm, but in the end, poor Director Xu was injured twice.
There was a crisp click, and the leg he had broken during the Northeast mission was broken again. Xu Enzeng, who was pressed under several people, rolled his eyes and murmured "My company,"
My company.
As for his partner Long Wu, no one paid much attention to this gangster and allowed pieces of sharp debris to hit his face. Blood gurgled out from the hideous wounds, and soon the ground was dyed red.
Looking at the truck, before the shock wave dissipated, dazzling flames couldn't wait to scatter in all directions, and a deafening explosion followed. The nearby citizens who were watching the excitement quickly retracted their heads and crouched down.
"No La ~ No La ~ No La ~"
At this time, the long-awaited fire truck finally arrived. Several firefighters connected the fire hydrant, pointed the water pipe at the burning point and sprayed water against the scorching flames, and slowly controlled the spreading fire.
In the chaos, Song Minghao looked at the balcony that had disappeared, with only a few steel bars left, and the gas company emitting black smoke, with a satisfied smile on his face. So much dangerous goods were not wasted.
If the Japanese want to recover from this level of destruction, they will definitely not be able to do it within a few weeks. By then, Shanghai will probably be in the hands of the national government. He was optimistic and patted the little spy on the shoulder.
"Let's go back and meet the deputy director, and keep an eye on the person named Long."
"yes."
Xiaodezheng responded, and the next second a burst of green smoke came out of the exhaust pipe. The car merged into the fleeing traffic and drove towards the transfer area. The eye-catching smoke column behind it spiraled into the sky.
More than an hour later, Song Minghao checked into a French Concession hotel with his suitcase, chatted with the waiter in proficient French, boarded the elevator, and calmly walked into a room.
Safety is the most important thing when performing tasks in a strange place. After checking whether there was any eavesdropping equipment in the house, he opened the door and looked outside. After making sure that no one was there, he quickly walked to the opposite door and knocked on it.
"come in."
Before the knock on the door ended, Zuo Zhong's voice rang out in the house. Song Minghao turned the door and got in. He nodded to Wu Jingzhong and Gui Youguang who were standing there, and his eyes stopped on Wu Chunyang, whose head was wrapped in gauze.
"Okay, no need to read anymore. When this kid was blasting an anti-aircraft gun emplacement on the roof, he was hit by a broken stone. He could be injured from a distance of two hundred meters. I don't know which god he offended. Every time he goes out on duty, Everyone will be tricked."
Zuo Zhong, who was sitting on the sofa, explained angrily, and then looked at a few people: "Old Song is here, please tell us about the completion of the mission, as well as the number of casualties, and report it to Jinling immediately.
Chief Zhang must be waiting for our news. Now that the army is gathering, the battle of revenge cannot be caused by the Secret Service. You and I cannot shoulder this responsibility. Even the bureau chief has to apologize to the leader. "
"Yes, the several targets that I was responsible for were all successful, and the degree of damage reached expectations. The Japanese defenses north of the Sioux City River and east of the Chinese border were completely wiped out. There will be no obstacles to the Guo army's next move.
There have been no casualties so far. I have arranged for the operators to go to the safe house to stay out of the limelight and wait until the incident has passed before coming out again to prevent the concession patrol room from finding clues. Those fake foreign devils are really annoying. "
As the deputy chief of the Intelligence Section, Song Minghao was the first to make a report.
Then Gui Youguang puffed out his chest and said: "Reporting to the deputy director, the Japanese strongholds around Yangshupu have been destroyed, and there are no casualties. They are now resting in a hidden place in the Chinese border.
The action was too noisy, and the half-covered bunker in front of the Japanese bank was heavily guarded and inaccessible. I could only detonate the surrounding sewer pipes to destroy the opponent's main structure. "
As he talked, the guy scratched his bald forehead again, and his voice gradually became quieter: "I didn't expect that the sewer pipes were full of flammable gas, which directly caused the bank to collapse, crushing many people to death."
Zuo Zhong listened to the reports from the two of them and gave him a slight compliment. It was natural that there was no problem with Lao Song. After all, he was an old spy. But the fact that there was no problem with the bald man really surprised him.
As for dead people, they are nothing at all. There will be no dead people in Shanghai. Besides, those who go to the Bank of Japan at this time are either Japanese soldiers or traitors. No serious Chinese person is willing to give his property to the Japanese for safekeeping.
He was satisfied, but Wu Jingzhong next to him was heartbroken. He hesitated for a long time and said bravely: "The Toyota Textile Factory in Puxi has a large number of fortifications and is very close to the Marine Special Marine Corps camp, so the task is more difficult.
There were 13 targets in total, but we only destroyed 11 in the end. Three people died and two were injured. One of them died during the attack. I failed to complete the task and so many brothers died. It is all my responsibility. Please punish me. . "
3 dead and 2 injured,
The two fortifications were not destroyed.
Zuo Zhong stared seriously at the future head of Jinmen Station and spokesman for Stypunk for a long time. After all, he didn't get angry. He stood up from the sofa and spoke his true feelings with his hands behind his back, his tone was extremely sad.
"I know that the tasks there are very arduous and cannot be completed according to my expectations. Why do I blame you? I will explain this matter to the boss and the bureau, and I will not let you, Old Wu, take the blame.
What really makes me sad is the loss in human hands. Alas, they are all old brothers who have gone through many tests. The struggle against the Japanese is still long. How many of us can sacrifice.
Lao Song, investigate the situation of the three brothers and inform Lao Gu to deal with them properly. It is important to take good care of the elderly and children, and not to let the families of the martyrs suffer any injustice. This is very important. "
Many officers in the army would let their subordinates take charge when something happened, but they would not care about their subordinates' behind-the-scenes affairs, resulting in many family members becoming beggars or falling into prostitution. This kind of tragedy must not happen in the Secret Service.
Song Minghao knew the deputy director's temper and immediately promised that he would do his best to get it done. At worst, a sum of money would be specially prepared in the public account of the Intelligence Division to pay extra pensions. With the little reward allocated by the bureau, the families of the martyrs would have to starve.
After dealing with this troublesome but necessary thing, Wu Chunyang reported in a muffled voice that the remaining fortifications had been taken care of. Except for him, who was injured, the other operatives did not even have a scratch.
As soon as he said this, the solemn atmosphere in the room disappeared. He was used to life and death in this business, and the living people did not have much time to immerse themselves in sorrow. Everyone laughed and teased him.
"Let's do this for now. You guys can rest here one night and continue the previous mission tomorrow. Lao Song, Long Wu who met Xu Enzeng, you can have some snacks. I feel this line has investigative value.
In addition, brothers, keep your mouths shut. If I know that anyone dares to talk outside and leak out the raids on Japanese strongholds, they will be severely punished, and the same will be true for you. "
Zuo Zhong looked at the patrol room police cars whizzing by outside, and said lightly, whatever they do, the patrol room will definitely be very busy today, and Britain and France will definitely put pressure on Jinling.
Just because these targets are targeted, the murderer is no one other than the government. Using so many dangerous materials to blow up the sewers is something that only the state can do. This cannot be hidden from others.
The problem is that they can't hide it. When they act, they pay special attention to avoiding innocent people. The concessions will not show their faces, and they are even happy to fight life and death between the Republic of China and the Japanese.
But if the matter is exposed, whether it is for the sake of beating or the so-called dignity of the great powers, the national government must do something to calm the anger of the other party, so the attack mission must be kept as secret as possible.
"I understand, Deputy Director."
Several people present were smart people and understood what he meant.
"Well, let's go."
Zuo Zhong waved his hand, put on his coat and left the hotel. After going out, he walked around the street for a few times, avoided the police and got into a taxi. He gave the driver an address and stopped talking.
The car drove west for a while and stopped outside a department store. He threw down a banknote, got out of the car and walked in without waiting for change. After a few minutes, he changed his clothes and came out.
In today's foreign world, there are more secret agents and spies from all forces than fleas. If you are not careful, they will jump on you and suck a mouthful of blood, so you have to be careful.
After several counter-tracking actions, when it turned dark again, a ragged beggar appeared in the ancient town of Nanxiang in the northwest of Shanghai. After entering the town, he went straight to Zhang Wenbai's headquarters.
At this time, the town was filled with fully armed soldiers. Artillery and heavy equipment almost blocked the narrow road. The people closed their doors and windows for fear of causing trouble.
As the saying goes, bandits are like combs and soldiers are like grates. Once you anger these gun-toting men, your property will be damaged at best, and your family will be destroyed at worst.
However, they were overly worried this time. The 88th Division was a model unit, with higher quality soldiers and much better military discipline than ordinary Fruit Party units.
In this tense atmosphere, the beggar followed the messenger and walked slowly to the gate of an earth temple and walked towards the guard.
"Stop, what are you doing!"
The guard wearing a German-made steel helmet immediately yelled at someone approaching, pulled the bolt of his submachine gun, and pointed it at the ignorant country bumpkin. The surrounding soldiers also raised their guns in warning.
"From the Secret Service of the Military Commission, this is my ID. I have urgent information that needs to be delivered to Commander Zhang. Please inform me immediately." The person slowly took out an ID and showed his identity with a serious expression.
The gas lamp on the camp door was blown left and right by the wind, and the light illuminated the beggar's face. It was Zuo Zhong whose face was covered with dirt. For confidentiality reasons, his true identity was not revealed.
The Japanese have been preparing for so many years. Maybe there are Japanese spies among the guards. A deputy director put on makeup to meet the frontline commander. This matter is too sensitive and the news can easily leak out.
"Captain, Secret Service?"
"Wait."
The leading guard took the ID and looked over it several times, but he couldn't tell whether it was genuine or not. He caught his attention and ran into the headquarters. After a while, a lieutenant officer came out.
Zuo Zhong was not surprised at all. What kind of status was Chief Zhang? He was the first batch of officially awarded lieutenant generals in the Guo Army and held heavy troops. How could he meet people of unknown origin at will?
Even if his identity is confirmed, sending a lieutenant is already considered a favor. There is a chain of contempt in the army. Field force officers of the same rank are ranked first, and intelligence personnel are ranked last.
This is not only true in the Republic of China, this is true in any country. Even if everyone is afraid on the surface, no one will scold a spy behind his back. If you want a good reputation, don't do this job.
Fortunately, Chief Zhang's subordinates were good at appearances. He verified some situations with Zuo Zhong enthusiastically, then sent someone to search him, and then led him into the depths of the Earth Temple with a smile.
"I'm really sorry, sir. We caught seven or eight spies today alone. The search is really out of necessity. Please don't mind."
The lieutenant explained what had just happened. Looking down on the secret agents did not mean that he wanted to offend the secret agents. People who spread hatred everywhere would not live long.
Zuo Zhong smiled and said the kind words out of his mouth: "No matter what, Chief Zhang leads the army to fight against the Japanese invaders. He has the expectations of millions of people. No matter how careful you are about safety issues, you can't be too careful.
Besides, I have admired General Zhang for a long time. Now that I have the opportunity to meet him, I am too late to be happy, so why would I mind. But brother, you can always listen to the general's teachings, which is very enviable.
I forgot to ask whether the spy captured by your army was Chinese or Japanese. Did the interrogation yield any valuable information? If it is convenient, can you give me a copy of the interrogation record so that we can exchange information. "
"Haha, that's what the officer said."
The lieutenant's answer was very vague, and he did not relent on the latter request: "This is an errand for the Military Law Department. My humble position is in the staff department. I don't know the situation of the spy. I just heard about it.
You can ask the general. If Chief Zhang agrees, I think the military department will definitely obey the order. Wait a moment, the general has military affairs to deal with. Please let me know first. "
Unknowingly, the two of them walked outside the main hall of the Earth Temple. The lieutenant apologized and knocked on the door to enter. Then there was no movement. There were only groups of guards patrolling the courtyard with live ammunition.
"Tap tap tap..."
The sound of footsteps came far away in the dark night. Zuo Zhong stood up in a military posture with his head held high. Combined with the tattered clothes on his body, not only did he not have any momentum at all, but he was full of a funny feeling.
He didn't care. The war would start at any time. Chief Zhang must be very busy. There was no need for the other party to give him a small deputy director at this time.
I don't know how much time passed, but the lieutenant who had disappeared for a long time opened the door and waved. When Zuo Zhong approached, he whispered: "The general hasn't slept for two days and two nights. His temper is not good. Sir, please hurry up and report."
"Thank you for reminding."
Hearing this, Zuo Zhong cupped his hands, wiped the dirt off his face, stepped into the dim room, and saluted a thin figure next to the kerosene lamp.
"Deputy Director of the Secret Service Zuo Zhong met with Chief Zhang."
"If there's something wrong, tell me."
Chief Zhang was lying on the map with a red and blue pencil, thinking about the problem, and said without raising his head that now that the army was approaching the city, he had no time or energy to talk nonsense.
Zuo Zhongrui told the results of the raid on the Japanese strongholds one by one, including the extent of damage and the possibility of reuse, ensuring that the military was well aware of the attack and minimizing casualties and action time.
Information such as the location, internal structure, thickness of the walls, composition of the building materials, how many defenders are inside, what weapons are equipped, and even alternate routes of travel for those temporarily indestructible fortifications are also being reported.
Military intelligence investigation is by no means as simple as asking people on the street, finding suspicious places and taking a few photos. If he had enough time, Zuo Zhong would have even wanted to get the information about the fortification commander, but it was a pity that the Japanese did not give him this opportunity.
As he told the story, Commander Zhang on the opposite side reacted. He picked up a pen and kept marking on the map. A smile gradually appeared on his stern face. After Zuo Zhong finished speaking, he finally raised his head and praised.
"Yes, I am very satisfied with your work. They say that the Secret Service is the country's elite intelligence agency, and it is well-deserved. I will ask for your credit from the leader.
In addition, the Military Justice Department arrested a few spies. After interrogating them for a long time, nothing was gained. I will officially hand them over to you. Whether you can get people to talk depends on your people. "
"Yes, sir."
After finishing the business, Zuo Zhong knew that it was time to leave. He was not from Hui Province, nor was he a student of Lao Huangpu. He could not recognize his fellow villagers, and he could not respect his teacher. He decisively saluted, turned around and walked out of the room, following the lieutenant to the Military Justice Office to receive his request.
When he saw a few spies who had been beaten so badly that they couldn't even speak, he let out a long sigh. Professional matters really had to be left to professionals. If they were beaten like this and interrogated, they should first find a doctor to treat them. Get hurt.
(End of chapter)
