"Yankee" cruise ship.
At sunset.
Zuo Zhong hurried back to his cabin from outside the port, immediately locked the door, turned on the light in the cabin, and took out two envelopes from his pocket.
After listening to the cabin door for a while and making sure that everything was normal outside, he opened the first envelope and found a newspaper full of stains inside.
Under the bright light, it could be seen that the newspaper was full of news about the concession. Zuo Zhong's eyes swept across it and soon found faint scratches under individual words on different pages.
"French Concession."
"Night."
"gold."
"bright."
"theater."
He silently read these words or phrases in his mind, and then rearranged and combined them. A piece of information with time and place emerged in his mind.
"Tomorrow night, French Concession, Golden Theater."
Zuo Zhong frowned and openly appeared in public places. Chen Mingchu and Zheng Shisong were seeking death in different ways. I'm afraid the Japanese and No. 76 were behind this.
Exposing these two people to the crowd was not only a trap for him personally, but also a conspiracy against the government and the military.
When carrying out sanctions in crowded places such as theaters, operators can only use personal assassination methods, because it is easy to accidentally injure innocent people around with bombs.
Is it a risky assassination at close range?
Or don't you care about other people using bombs?
This issue was passed to Juntong and Zuo Zhong.
The Japanese hoped that the military commander would use bombs to blow up Chen and Zheng, so that Shancheng would be at a disadvantage in terms of public opinion, thereby demonstrating the legitimacy of the puppet government.
After thinking for a moment, he crumpled the newspaper into a ball, lit it and put it in the ashtray. He opened the second envelope and a piece of paper gently slid onto the table.
""Listen": The target will go to the Golden Theater in the French Concession tomorrow night, accompanied by No. 76 No. 1 and the Intelligence Division."
Looking at the content on the note, Zuo Zhong's expression returned to calmness. He raised his hand and placed the note on top of the flame that had not yet been extinguished and ignited it, thinking quickly about countermeasures in his mind.
It is still not 100% certain whether Zheng Shisong has rebelled. From the analysis of "True Listen" monitoring alone, the other party seems more like dealing with the Japanese than surrendering to the enemy, but this requires investigation or testing.
As for Chen Mingchu, he must be punished, otherwise he would be sorry for so many brothers who sacrificed in vain, and the blood debt can only be repaid with blood.
Moreover, this bastard is the first traitor in the military intelligence system to openly surrender to the enemy. If he is not dealt with, more people will follow his example in the future.
We must use strong means to eliminate traitors and make some unsteady fence-sitters realize one thing, that is - traitors will be killed without mercy!
The newspapers and notes gradually turned into a mass of black ash.
Zuo Zhong took the ashtray to the porthole, opened the window and dumped it out. A strong sea breeze blew away the ashes and blew them into the cabin.
The curtains fluttered in the wind, and the smell of smoke quickly dissipated. He returned to the bed and sat down, tapping his fingers on the table, perfecting a plan bit by bit.
The knocking sound echoed in the empty corridor.
The stars fade from bright to dim, and the night passes quickly.
When the sun rises again, a large poster, as tall as a person, stands at the entrance of the Golden Theater at the corner of Kezier Road and Mintini Road in the French Concession.
It clearly says: "At 7 p.m., Li Wanxiu, a famous actor in Peking Opera from North China, will perform on the stage tonight."
At the same time, major newspapers in Shanghai also reported the news. For a time, Peking Opera lovers were overjoyed and went to buy tickets one after another. The front door of the Golden Grand Theater was packed with people.
Li Wanxiu.
His ancestral home is Northeast China. He studied Diao from the Peking Opera Master in Beiping when he was young. He quickly became famous after graduating from Peking Opera and formed his own troupe. He was well-known in the Peking Opera circle of the Republic of China.
This time, he was invited by the Golden Grand Theater from the north to Shanghai. Li Wanxiu and his disciples took the train and got off at the South Station, and temporarily stayed at the Pierre Hotel in the French Concession.
Early in the morning, after Li Wanxiu finished singing in the garden, he went to the restaurant to have some breakfast, and then returned to the room leisurely to prepare for the evening performance.
But as soon as he closed the door, he discovered that there was a masked man in the room. The man was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and a pistol in his hand.
"Friend, if you want money, I have it. All I want is peace and wealth."
After so many years of wandering around the lake, Li Wanxiu was well-informed. He neither panicked nor shouted, but instead cupped his hands and whispered a test.
But there was no response from the other party, which made his heart sink. He secretly wondered if this performance had blocked other people's financial opportunities, and that's why he was approached.
At this time, there were many entanglements between Liyuanxing and the gangs, and it was not uncommon to hire murderers to hurt people. However, as long as one party took the initiative to give in, the other party would not kill them all.
In the end, it was all about money, and it would be unprofitable for both parties if the matter escalated. Suppressing fear and anger, Li Wanxiu lowered his voice and asked again.
"I wonder who you are working for, brother? If you are offended, Li will take your apprentice away immediately."
After a period of suffocating silence, the visitor took out a certificate from his pocket, threw it to the ground, and uttered five words.
"Do things for the country."
Li Wanxiu's heart moved, and he quickly bent down to pick up the certificate and read it. The full name of the Military Command Bureau was printed on the cover, and everyone in the Liyuan was immediately surprised.
He had heard of the Military Command Bureau, which had eliminated traitors and bombed warehouses in Beiping and Jinmen, killing Japanese people with fear and fear. It was so majestic.
Is the military commander looking for me today because he needs help with something?
As an actor who was looked down upon by some people, Li Wanxiu respectfully put his ID back on the coffee table with both hands, then straightened up and replied without hesitation.
"When our family and country are in trouble, we have no choice but to do so!"
Although his voice is not loud, it is extremely firm. Yes, at this time of crisis, who doesn't want to do their part for the country and the nation.
Zuo Zhong sighed softly on the sofa. Chen Mingchu and his like were receiving military pay from the Kuomintang and enjoying generous treatment. Instead of serving the country, they rebelled against the country and surrendered to the enemy.
On the other hand, the other party is a "low-class" person who feeds thousands of families, but faces the risk of losing his head without hesitation. The performance of the two is really disappointing.
The gap between people is really wider than that between humans and animals.
Zuo Zhong slowly withdrew his pistol, put his ID in his pocket, carefully kept a safe distance, and explained the purpose of his visit today.
"Okay, Mr. Li"
Half an hour later, the door opened.
Zuo Zhong walked out of General Li Wanxiu's room calmly, nodded slightly to a waiter at the end of the corridor, turned around and left the Pierre Hotel quickly.
As time passed, news of Li Wanxiu's performance began to spread in Shanghai. It was hard to get a ticket for the performance that night, and the theater was packed with people.
Of course, no matter how lively it is, it will not sell tickets like a fat little black man said in later generations.
After all, those who are willing to spend money to listen to Peking Opera at this time, at least the small middle class with a family and business, will definitely not be willing to hang from the ceiling to watch the opera.
In order to avoid accidents, the French Concession Patrol Office sent a large number of police officers to patrol the area. Due to insufficient manpower, they also borrowed a group of people from the public concession.
As the team leader, Kuang Fuan led a team of red-headed Asan and Chinese plainclothes people scattered around the Golden Grand Theater, responsible for monitoring and guiding the crowd.
As the opening was approaching, several cars with ointment flags came roaring to a stop at the entrance of the theater, and multiple No. 76 agents surrounded the two people into the theater.
Looking at the traitors passing by out of the corner of his eye, Kuang Fu'an became confused. Why did these people come to the theater for nothing, and who were the two people who didn't show up.
Could it be a senior official of the puppet government?
He made the most reasonable guess, because if those two people were Japanese, they would be protected by the Japanese military police and there would be no need for No. 76.
According to the latest information obtained by the organization from the Japanese army and high-level officials of the puppet government, Ji is about to "return the capital" to Jinling. Could it be that these two people are related to this matter?
Thinking of this, Kuang Fu'an felt relieved. He glanced back and forth among the surrounding crowd and found many suspicious people with roe-headed eyes.
But he soon overturned his previous conjecture. There were too many suspicious persons, and No. 76's actions were not like protection, but like a trap.
Kuang Fuan was extremely calm at the moment. Whether these two people were puppet government officials or had other identities, the traitors must have wanted to use them to lure out certain people.
As long as they are against the Japanese and traitors, they are friendly forces.
The former captain of the underground red team decided to act according to the situation. If someone really came to assassinate him, he would have to help no matter what.
Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure walking past. He seemed to have seen him when he was parting with his son "Xiaobao", but when he looked again, the other person had already disappeared.
Not long after, the lanterns came on.
The Golden Grand Theater was filled with theatergoers and local celebrities, low voices buzzed, and the troupe band on the stage arranged their instruments.
Zheng Shisong sat in the middle of the first row, stretching his head and looking towards the backstage, with a smile on his face and his expression looked very excited.
Chen Mingchu on the side was a little surprised. This was the first time he saw the other party like this. It was really hard to understand that a spy was so obsessed with Peking Opera.
After thinking for a while and looking at the dense crowd behind him, he felt that he should advise Zheng Shisong that in their status they should not come to such a place.
The more Chen Mingchu thought about it, the colder he felt. He always felt that the military sanctions personnel would jump out in the next second, so he quickly tilted his head and whispered.
"Deputy District Chief Zheng, we are all a thorn in Shancheng's side now. It's too dangerous for you to do this!"
"Danger? Why do you think No. 76 let us out?"
The smile on Zheng Shisong's face faded when he heard this, he glanced at the other party with a very disdainful tone, and then ignored this idiot.
Wan Lilang, the director of Section 1 of No. 76 who was responsible for "protecting" the two people, and Tang Keming, the director of the Intelligence Section, smiled awkwardly and pretended not to hear these words.
But they couldn't help but wonder. Everyone present knew that this was a trap. How did Chen Mingchu become the personnel commissioner? They all said that the military commanders were very well-educated, but now it seemed that they were nothing more than that.
After a long time, Chen Mingchu finally reacted.
The Japanese and No. 76 are using him as bait!
Thinking that he would be beaten into pieces at any time, Chen Mingchu looked panicked and wanted to run away, but would No. 76 allow it? That was definitely impossible.
He has begun to regret cooperating with the Japanese and protecting his own safety. Bah, he has been protected as bait. If he continues to be protected, he will be buried sooner or later.
Osako Tosada, Ding Mocun, Li Shiqun, and Hase Ryosuke, none of these four people are good, they are all bastards who never keep their word.
Chen Mingchu, who was mourning for his heir, sat slumped in his seat with a mournful face. The theater gradually became quiet and he didn't even notice that there was an extra person on the stage.
Today, my best friend's daughter is 10 years old. She had a splitting headache after drinking twice.
(End of chapter)
