Two days later, in the evening.
Kwong Fuan changed his clothes and re-disguised his face, and appeared in a goods store on Connaught Road in Central. The signboard above the store door read "Lianhe Store".
(Do you know what company this is?)
The owner of the store stood up immediately when he saw him, put down the account book in his hand, walked outside the counter, cupped his hands and asked politely.
"Sir, what do you need?"
"I want 2,000 kilograms of rice, 100 boxes of matches, and 500 kilograms of foreign nails. The ship will sail the day after tomorrow."
Kuang Fuan, who was opposite him, replied slowly, glanced at the store's furnishings, and finally landed on an old photo of a Shanghai street scene on the wall.
"There is no boat the day after tomorrow, is it okay tomorrow? Please go upstairs and chat."
The boss smiled, pointed to the stairs in the corner, winked at the boy, and walked up the stairs first, followed closely by Kuang Fuan.
Arriving on the second floor, the boss walked to the window and looked at the road outside. After confirming that there was nothing suspicious, he closed the wooden shutters, turned around and stretched out his hand and said excitedly.
"Chief, long time no see."
"Long time no see, Lao Yang. It's been seven or eight years since we last saw each other, right?"
Kuang Fuan held the opponent's hand and shook it vigorously a few times. Looking at the old comrade he had not seen for many years, he felt equally excited.
When the shop owner named Lao Yang heard this, he nodded vigorously: "Yes, it has been eight years. I didn't expect that the person sent by the organization was you. Come on, sit down quickly."
As he said that, he pulled Kuang Fuan to sit down, and the two looked at each other and smiled, as if they had returned to the days when they fought side by side in Guangdong Province and Shanghai a few years ago.
At that time, as members of the Special Branch, they traveled between the southeastern coast and the port city, transporting supplies, passing on intelligence, and escorting important personnel to the southwest, forming a deep life-long friendship.
Eight years have passed in the blink of an eye, and it is natural to be happy to meet again in Hong Kong City. After all, their work is full of dangers, and every reunion may be a farewell. It is indeed rare to see old friends.
After regaining his composure, Lao Yang chatted with Kuang Fuan for a while, then put his arm on the table and began to ask about the completion of the other party's task.
"Chief, have you found any evidence of Yan Baichuan's peace negotiation? My hometown attaches great importance to this matter. Once the Japanese army and the Jin army merge, it will be very detrimental to us."
"found it."
Kuang Fuan nodded and gave a detailed report on the past few days. He would make a report after the operation. This is the discipline of underground work.
Even if he and the other party are old acquaintances, there is no exception, because the content of their conversation will be formed into written materials and reported to Northwest, helping the superiors to make judgments on the situation, without any carelessness.
Lao Yang nodded while listening. When he heard that the Fruit Party agent gave him a Thompson submachine gun worth a few small yellow croakers, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he interrupted Kuang Fuan's report.
"Wait a minute, Chief, you said that the Fruit Party agents not only did not play tricks, but also gave you such expensive weapons. This is not like the style of those gang of agents. You have to be careful."
As a veteran underground party member who experienced the disaster in the 16th year of the Republic of China, Lao Yang's views on the Guo Party can be imagined. His first reaction when hearing this incident was suspicion.
This is not unfounded worry. This is a lesson learned with the blood and lives of countless comrades. Once they relax their vigilance, they are likely to pay an extremely painful price.
Faced with the warning, Kuang Fuan carefully recalled the contact process with the Fruit Party agents and made sure that he had no flaws before continuing.
"Yes, I was also surprised at the time, and the other party is definitely an intelligence expert in the Fruit Party's intelligence system. He has a sharp mind and tough methods. I doubt..."
At this point, he frowned and didn't finish the sentence, seeming a little unsure.
"What do you suspect?"
Lao Yang asked curiously, the chief has never been an indecisive person. Why is he so hesitant in speaking today? He is not as decisive as before.
What happened to the intelligence experts in the Guo Party's intelligence system? It couldn't be Dai Chunfeng who came to Hong Kong City in person. As a result, Kuang Fuan's next words made him stand up.
"I suspect that the other party is Zuo Zhong, the deputy director of the Military Command Bureau. I heard that the other party is from the front line and has led teams to carry out missions behind enemy lines and overseas, so it is not surprising to appear in the port city."
Kuang Fuan whispered his guess softly, and his mind quickly flashed to the underground party's investigation report on Zuo Zhong, and his tone became more and more certain.
In the Kuomintang intelligence system, if there are people who deserve to be wary, Dai Chunfeng is one, Xu Enzeng is also one, and this is the other one.
Dai Chunfeng is cunning and cunning, Xu Enzeng is scheming, and Zuo Zhong is both. At the same time, according to the words of the old head of Special Branch, he has a good view of the overall situation.
This is very consistent with the performance of the mysterious fruit party agent. Both the treatment of Li Fengzhou and Juade Town and the action plan fully illustrate this point.
Left heavy, left heavy...
On the other side, Lao Yang silently repeated this not-unfamiliar name several times in his mind. There were many rumors about Zuo Zhong, a fellow countryman of a certain person, a student in the special class and higher education class of the Army Officer Academy, and the deputy director of the major general.
Since the 22nd year of the Republic of China, he has been in charge of the counterintelligence work of the Secret Service. He has captured and killed many Japanese spies and is deeply trusted by someone and Dai Chunfeng.
Considering the serious consequences of Yan Baichuan's attempt to surrender to the enemy, it makes sense for the government to send this ace spy to Hong Kong.
Thinking of this man's past brilliant achievements, Lao Yang sighed. It was a good thing to have such a helper against the Japanese now, but what if he became an opponent in the future.
In the case of joint operations, the two sides will more or less intersect. If the two parties are at odds again, what awaits them will be a more ferocious attack than in 4┴12.
Having such a "friend" is really not a happy thing. He seriously expressed his worries to Kuang Fuan, but then reported a piece of good news.
"But you don't have to worry too much. We are not unprepared. Our superiors have long foreseen this situation and have redeployed underground organizations in the Kuomintang-controlled areas for this purpose.
Northwest decided to use public units such as offices and Xinhua Newspaper as the first line, the former provincial and municipal party organizations as the second line, and then establish a top-secret third line organization.
If the situation suddenly changes and the first line is forced to retreat and the second line is hit and paralyzed, the third line can still take root in the Kuomintang-controlled areas and continue to fight, providing intelligence to the front line and organizations. "
If Zuo Zhong were here, he would definitely lament that compared with the insensitivity of the upper echelons of the government to changes in the situation, the northwest responded very quickly and responded in a very timely manner.
One side is tight at the front and tight at the rear, and the other side is working together, so winning or losing is actually already determined.
Besides, after Lao Yang introduced the changes in the organizational structure, he paused for a moment, leaving Kuang Fuan enough time to think, and then spoke again after a while.
"Your group and my "connection trip" belong to the third-line organization. From now on, they will be directly under the command of the old leader, adopt a single line of contact, and will not have horizontal relationships with local organizations and personnel.
You are not allowed to associate with leftist figures, you are not allowed to reveal your identity even in front of your family or even your wife, and you use your legitimate career and identity to make friends, especially high-level officials of the Kuomintang and the Japanese puppets.
We must hide in a gray face for a long time, and be good "capitalists" and "doglegs" in business, but at the same time we must stay with the flow and not get involved in the filth.
When you return to Shanghai this time, except for work and emergency tasks, you will try to avoid going out as much as possible in the near future. Firstly, to avoid being recognized by the Fruit Party, and secondly, to lie dormant for a period of time to avoid being suspected.
After all, you caused too much noise in the past few days. So many police officers died, and you still openly ambushed them on the road. Even European newspapers reported on it. "
Lao Yang conveyed the latest order from the northwest with a helpless expression. Why had he never seen the "chief" being so bold before?
The underground party is not afraid of the British, but the "Northwest Office" in Hong Kong, which is responsible for raising funds and materials, is under the other party's nose. Once this matter is exposed, the comrades in the office will be in big trouble.
Kuang Fuan naturally obeyed the order and immediately decided to return to Shanghai as soon as possible. When he walked downstairs, he suddenly stopped and touched the old photos on the wall.
This photo was taken when he, Lao Yang and another old comrade were in Shanghai Teko. After so many years, I don’t know if the other person is still alive.
But now he had a mission on his shoulders and could not tolerate too much love between his children. He slowly put down his hand, turned around and left without looking back.
Looking at his back getting further and further away, Lao Yang opened his mouth and wanted to tell Kuang Fuan that everything was fine with his old comrade-in-arms. He had even been here a few hours ago, but in the end he said nothing.
at the same time.
In the Kai Tak Airport across the sea from Central, Zuo Chong and Gui Youguang completed the ticket check and entered the terminal smoothly. After observing the surroundings for a while, they entered the toilet.
When they came out again, they had a suitcase in their hands. They walked to the simple boarding gate with calm expressions and waited for the flight to the mountain city.
Due to the Japanese blockade, if you want to fly from the port city to the mountain city, you need to go around Southeast Asia or Guilin. The air flight distance is about 1,200 kilometers and the flight time is about 7 hours.
At the same time, the plane had to take off in the early morning, with the purpose of flying over the Japanese air defense line in the dark and avoiding being attacked by Japanese planes. Due to the extremely high risk and high ticket price, there were not many passengers.
Therefore, there were only Zuo Chong and another Chinese businessman in front of the boarding gate. When they saw them, the other party enthusiastically handed over his business card and claimed that his surname was Lu and that he was the owner of "Guangda Bank" in Shanghai.
Zuo Zhong inexplicably felt that the name sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere. After thinking for a long time to no avail, he put the matter in his mind, exchanged a few words with the businessman named Lu, then leaned on his seat and closed his eyes.
The businessman surnamed Lu didn't care when he saw this. He lit a cigar with a smile, crossed his legs and looked towards the tarmac, looking like a standard businessman.
The sky was getting darker and darker. I don’t know how long it had passed before the staff shouted to board the plane. Together with the passengers who came later, Zuo Zhong and more than ten people boarded a Douglas DC-2 passenger plane.
With a deafening roar of engines, the plane soared into the night sky in the dim moonlight and flew southwest across the Hong Kong and Kowloon peninsulas.
Passengers stretched their heads to overlook Hong Kong Island through the port windows. They saw lights dotted on both sides of the strait, separated by a layer of light mist, the scenery was like a dream.
Zuo Zhong also pretended to be curious and took a look, and then continued to close his eyes and rest. These days, from Anqing to Shanghai and then to Hong Kong City, the tasks were one after another, and it was inevitable to feel tired under the huge pressure.
The Douglas DC-2 under him stopped at Guilin Airport for 50 minutes after flying for 3 hours, then flew for more than 3 hours and arrived at Shancheng Airport in the morning.
When the red sun first rose, the plane landed safely on the runway and slowly taxied to the apron. Zuo Zhong walked down the ramp carrying his suitcase and waved to Wu Chunyang and others who were picking up the plane.
Everyone in the old intelligence department was happy to know that the deputy director was coming back. Although everything went well during this period, they always felt a little uneasy without the deputy director in charge.
Therefore, early in the morning, a group of division chiefs, deputy division chiefs, colonels, and lieutenant colonels came to the airport to greet him. When they saw Zuo Zhong on the gangway, everyone immediately walked over quickly.
At this moment, several cars with party license plates suddenly drove up at high speed and screeched to a stop in front of the plane. Then an old friend with a heavy left hand got out of one of the cars.
The other party tightened his belt, walked up to Zuo Zhong in groups of five and six, and shouted sternly: "Zuo, your collusion with dissidents has been revealed, come with me!"
