On one side, Zuo Zhong and Ban Jun were discussing how to punish the traitors in Shanghai. On the other side, Gui Youguang was walking on Xihua De Road to beg alms at various shops, his eyes scanning the pedestrians on the street from time to time.
The road in front of him was named after the 19th-century American diplomat Seaward, who served as the United States Minister Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary to China.
This place is a gathering place for hotels, high-end apartments, and dance halls in the Japanese-controlled area. Because of the Yamato Nadeshikos, many white people come here to have fun.
With these Angsa gangs around, the security situation is naturally chaotic, with a large number of patrols and Japanese navy and army soldiers patrolling nearby.
In just five minutes, Gui Youguang saw three teams of armed military police and more than a dozen patrolmen passing by him. He frowned secretly.
With this patrol intensity, it was impossible for them to storm the Blackwood Hotel where the target was located, and they could only resort to secret infiltration.
But it is not easy to take away the target in a busy hotel without alerting the guards. The enemy will not watch their actions.
Taking the rice ball from the hands of a shop owner, Gui Youguang said "Amitabha", turned and walked towards the Blackwood Hotel, ready to take a closer look.
As a result, as soon as he arrived at the door, he was stopped by several Cao Clan traitors with sharp mouths and monkey cheeks. They didn't care about Buddhism or not, so they started to search him when they came up.
Fortunately, he came for a secret investigation and did not bring weapons or suspicious items with him. Even so, he was knocked away from a few French coins, and even monks were not spared. His greed is evident.
Not only that, these scum also asked him several questions, such as where he came from, what kind of transportation he took, what the driver and coachman looked like, where he got off, etc.
These problems must not be underestimated. The other party has been in Shanghai for many years and is very familiar with things on the streets. If they make it up randomly, it will be easy for them to see the flaws.
Of course, the experienced Gui Youguang would not panic when faced with several traitors. He calmly dealt with the cross-examination. In order to reduce suspicion, he would stop and recall for a moment before answering.
Human memory is limited. In most cases, what is blurted out is either a lie or a story made up in advance, either of which will arouse suspicion.
Seeing that the great monk had no money and his answers were all correct, several traitors cursed and let go of him, then swayed into the crowd looking for the next blackmail target.
Gui Youguang stood up with one hand and watched the others go away. He looked at a plainclothes young man walking by him out of the corner of his eye and walked away from the door of the Blackwood Hotel without making any stop.
This is a professional intelligence officer who has been dealing with Japanese spies for so many years. He can smell the scent of the other party even if they are three miles away.
For example, in order to avoid being grabbed during a close fight, his hair was specially cut short.
For example, he walks erratically and looks around at the surrounding environment.
For example, in order to draw the gun as quickly as possible, the right hand keeps swinging back and forth at the waist.
These are all consistent with the characteristics of Japanese spies. It seems that in addition to regular patrols, the Japanese have also deployed many special forces around the target. Are they really setting up traps?
Gui Youguang's brain was running rapidly, and he felt that this was a high possibility, but the other party could not know that the Secret Service was coming to rescue people. This was a top-secret operation.
So who would risk their life to save a child?
The public identity of the target's mother is that of a member of the Secret Service Headquarters. Will the Secret Service Headquarters send people to rescue the victim's family? The answer is impossible.
When receiving awards for meritorious service, Xu Enzeng will definitely run at the front to save people. Haha, the Japanese should be very aware of this person's character. The trap is never targeted at one place.
The underground party would come to rescue people, but the enemy didn't know about it at all. Judging from the information obtained by the deputy director in Muyu, the other party didn't say a word after being arrested.
The Japanese just regarded him as an ordinary national agent. At most, he was a strong-willed national agent who had mastered important information and would not think in the direction of dissidents.
So there is only one possibility left, that is, the child's relatives will come to rescue the target. Based on the known information, there is a high probability that it is the child's father.
Most of the spouses of undercover agents are partners. The Japanese may want to continue digging through the child's father to find more government intelligence agents.
Thinking of this, Gui Youguang turned around and walked into a shop diagonally opposite the Blackwood Hotel. While talking to the boss, he used the reflection of the cabinet glass to quickly observe the building behind him.
This is a three-story building in an eclectic style, with seven or eight windows on each floor. As expected, there are at least 12 to 14 rooms on the first floor.
Even if we ignore the military police and traitors around the target, considering that there is one guest in a room, how to hide it from the eyes of these thirty or forty people is a big problem.
In addition, there are figures moving on the top floor, as if they are urgently building a fourth floor. This shows that the hotel business is good, otherwise the hotel management will not bother.
Obviously, the density of people in the building is definitely higher than he guessed. The biggest enemy of secret operations is not the opponent, but the ubiquitous witnesses.
No matter how perfect the preparations are, as long as someone screams, the action will be exposed. They can't kill everyone on sight. They are not butchers.
Moreover, there are three buildings surrounding the hotel: the Hongkou Telephone Exchange, the Long Live Hall, and the Broadway Building, both of which are also hotels. There are no residential buildings for observation.
If he stayed for a long time to visit the spot, he might be noticed by the Japanese immediately, even if he used alms as an excuse, so he only had one chance to investigate the scene.
Realizing that the situation was urgent, Gui Youguang hurriedly said goodbye to the shop owner, walked into the alley and walked around the Blackwood Hotel, trying to find clues that could corroborate the existing intelligence.
When he walked near the telephone exchange, he found that the four rooms on the third floor behind the Blackwood Hotel had their curtains drawn. It was daytime, so why did they draw the curtains?
After thinking for a while, he glanced at the traitor who suddenly appeared behind him. Knowing that he could not stay any longer, he walked slowly towards the public concession.
Perhaps his appearance was too sudden, but until he walked across the Baiwaidu Bridge, the other party was still following him, not caring about the patrols that were everywhere.
After walking like this for two or three hours, the traitor stopped following him. Gui Youguang did not return to the safe house immediately and continued to wander around the concession aimlessly.
In the afternoon, after making sure that there was no one following him, he slowly walked into an alley extending in all directions and disappeared.
An hour later, Gui Youguang, who had changed his clothes, walked into the backyard of the grocery store and knocked on the guest room door.
"Deng, thump..."
"Come in~"
Walking into the room, Gui Youguang saw the deputy director sitting in front of a map. He was calculating something with a pen in one hand and silently counting with a watch in the other hand.
"I have reported the report. I have gone to see it. The area around the Blackwood Hotel is heavily guarded. There are signs of Japanese intelligence personnel's activities. There is a large flow of people inside and outside the hotel, making movement difficult."
He reported the situation truthfully. To be honest, if it weren't for the order from the top and the target was the children of loyal martyrs, he would definitely not approve of the rescue operation. This would be a suicide.
It's not worth it to trade a highly trained intelligence officer for a child. It may be inhumane and cruel to say so, but good people can't be agents.
Intelligence activities emphasize the importance of using the small to make the big, being prepared to attack but not prepared. Doing something knowing that it cannot be done has no meaning other than sacrificing it in vain. At least it is not suitable for rescuing the target in the near future.
"Sit down and talk."
Unexpectedly, Zuo Zhong didn't seem to care at all after hearing this. He nodded casually and asked him to explain the specific situation in detail.
Gui Youguang had no choice but to introduce today's investigation process in detail, and once again emphasized the danger of the operation.
Listening to his report, General Zuo marked the patrol routes of the Japanese troops and patrols, the approximate intervals, the number of agents, and the locations of the Japanese spies on the map.
Through the drawing, it can be clearly seen that the Japanese set up a huge encirclement at the Blackwood Hotel. The Japanese army, traitors and agents surrounded the place.
Once the operation is discovered by the opponent, the Secret Service operators will be unable to escape under heavy encirclement and suppression. This mission will be more dangerous than ever before.
After drawing the schematic diagram, Zuo Zhong made sure there were no omissions, quickly memorized the contents in his mind, destroyed the map, and hurried out with the last sentence of "12 o'clock action".
Watching the deputy director striding away, the bald man scratched his head in confusion. Was he going to find support? But this time he followed the deputy director to Shanghai?
He couldn't figure it out and simply stopped thinking about it. He just lay down on the bed and slept with his clothes on. It was a soldier's bounden duty to obey orders. Since the deputy director said 12 hands-on actions, he could just carry them out.
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6 hours before action.
In an interrogation room in the patrol room of the public concession, Ban Jun was handcuffed and sitting on a chair. Opposite him was Detective Kuang Fuan, the head of the red team and the underground party lurking here.
“Why enable emergency contact?”
Kuang Fuan looked tired, looked at the patrol officers walking around outside the blinds with his red eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice.
A complicated expression flashed across Ban Jun's face, and he sighed and asked: "How many people can the red team move now? What I'm talking about is at all costs.
The operation started on time at 12 o'clock in the evening. The fruit party dispatched their most elite secret service. We are responsible for containing the enemy. They will be able to rescue Xiaobao safely. "
"Including me, three."
Kuang Fuan replied in a deep voice, and then looked at Ban Jun seriously: "I request to participate in the rescue operation. In terms of familiarity with Shanghai's terrain, no one can match me, including the people from the Secret Service.
I want to go to the Blackwood Hotel myself. As a husband, I am not qualified. I watched my wife being kidnapped by those traitors and Japanese, but I could do nothing. "
At this point, the captain of the Red Team, who once bravely killed the traitor and left gracefully when surrounded by hundreds of agents from the Secret Service Headquarters, showed his fragile side in front of outsiders for the first time.
His hands on the table were clenched tightly, his nails dug deeply into his palms, and blood slowly flowed down his fingers. His whole body shrank in the darkness and trembled slightly, crying silently.
Holding back the heartbreaking pain, Kuang Fuan choked and said: "Xiaobao is her and my child. This time I must assume the responsibility of a husband and father. Please ask the organization for approval."
Ban Jun was silent. When the Japanese entered the concession to arrest Xiaobao's mother, the other party accompanied him as a representative of the patrol room and witnessed the arrest of his lover and son.
The pain of having your dearest relatives so close, unable to recognize each other and unable to save each other, and having to pretend that everything is normal while dealing with the enemy, is incomprehensible to others.
In order to protect the party's secrets, Xiaobao's mother and even Xiaobao, who was only a few years old, never glanced at Kuang Fuan, and the family said their final farewell at gunpoint.
From a personal perspective, he wanted to agree to the other party's request, but from an organizational perspective, he could not agree because the other party was related to the life safety of countless underground personnel.
After a long silence, Kuang Fuan, who received no answer, wiped his eyes, sniffed hard, forced himself to regain his composure, and spoke in a firm tone.
"I'm embarrassing you. I obey the order and prepare for action at 12 o'clock in the evening. I'll leave first. Someone will release you later. If there is an emergency, call my office directly."
After saying that, he opened the door and walked out of the interrogation room. He passed through the bustling office staff and prisoners and came to the door of the patrol room. At this time, a little snowflake suddenly appeared in the sky.
In the distance, the dim light of street lights refracted the snowflakes and gave them a yellowish-brown color, as if turning the city into an old photo.
A pair of lovers hugged each other under the street lamp and confided in each other their feelings about their separation. The wind and snow were getting heavier and heavier, but they could not hide the permeating atmosphere of love.
They may be separated today, running towards their own futures, or into the distance. Their thoughts are like snowflakes hanging at the end of their eyelashes, melting into the ice and snow, inconspicuous.
The people in a hurry on the road don't know this pain, and the leaves falling in the wind don't know it. However, the whistling cold wind knows it, and the birds spreading their wings in the sky also know it.
