After an all-night train ride in the sour third-class carriage, Ma Xiaoguang couldn't stand the stinky smell on his body, but his dead face was calm. When he arrived at the newspaper office, he went back to his office to catch up on his sleep.
Ma Xiaoguang first went to the darkroom to develop the photos of the interview. After handing the photos to the editor in charge of the layout, he returned to his desk.
Sitting at his desk, Ma Xiaoguang always felt a little dazed, feeling that everything around him was not so real - now he felt a little bit about the feelings of the agents who were tortured. If another day comes, people will collapse.
I spent most of the day in a fog like this. I was dozing off on my desk in the afternoon, but I was woken up by someone.
When he opened his eyes, he saw it was Old Liu.
"Reporter Ma, I work for Tianma Yangxing. Our Chairman Kevin asked you to come over and write a news article..." Old Liu said respectfully, standing aside.
"Ah... okay." Reporter Ma agreed while rubbing his sleepy eyes.
I went to find Lan Muxi, but he went out for an interview, but it was simple. The foreign companies would provide materials and red envelopes, so Reporter Lan would not be left without rice.
After getting into the car with Lao Liu, Ma Xiaoguang finally breathed a sigh of relief and threw himself on the passenger seat.
But he didn't sleep. He rubbed his face to wake himself up a little.
"Are you okay?" Ma Xiaoguang asked, then lit a cigarette for himself, started smoking, and felt much better under the stimulation of tobacco.
"There is no special situation. Miss Liu knew you were back... She said you must not have had a good rest, so she asked you to take this opportunity to stare at her for a while... In addition, three foreigners came from the foreign company..." Lao Liu started talking. He said while driving the car.
Hearing what Lao Liu said, Ma Xiaoguang lost his sleepiness and ordered: "Cross the river and go to the foreign trade company."
Ma Xiaoguang knew that Ke Shouyi's people would find him soon, but he didn't expect it to be so soon. According to the impressive traffic conditions in the Republic of China, this was a matter of front and back.
I squinted in the car for a while, and soon came to Tianma Yangxing. Since Boss Ma was away, Miss Liu was here to take charge.
When they arrived at the office on the second floor, it was Miss Liu who was giving lectures to three foreigners. He was actually speaking in French, but as a meaningful lady, it was necessary to know French.
"Thank you for your hard work. From now on, everyone in the company will speak Chinese." MISS Liu finally ended his lecture in Chinese.
The three foreigners naturally refused to agree.
As soon as he finished speaking, Miss Liu was a little embarrassed when he saw Boss Ma at the door. He didn't know whether it was because of the lecture or because of the trip he had eaten a few days ago.
"You...are back, and Lao Liu didn't let you rest for a while?" MISS Liu asked with concern.
"It's okay, I'm here on my own. You just have to look at the arrangements for these three French friends. Kevin should have made long-distance calls to you, so you just have to look at the arrangements..." Boss Ma said to MISS Liu with a smile.
After that, he asked MISS Liu to take three foreign friends to arrange work. Just kidding, free employees and foreigners should not be used as livestock.
After MISS Liu left, Ma Xiaoguang took the information and files from the cabinet and desk drawer, lit a cigarette and started reading slowly.
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Time always flies when working. In the blink of an eye, more than half a month has passed, and the time has come to the end of October.
On this day, Ma Xiaoguang was still dressed as a photographer and came to the administrative hall of the Kuomintang Central Party Headquarters at No. 16 Dingjiaqiao, Jinling. At this time, the Great Hall of the People in Jinling had not yet been built, and major meetings were usually held in the auditorium of the Central University or here.
Ma Xiaoguang has a double mission. Dead Face asked him to visit the spot first. The special operations team was also ordered to do soy sauce here this time. He has arranged for Lao Li to come over and he stopped by to take a look today.
The Central Party Headquarters Building is the former Jiangning Provincial Council Building of the Qing Dynasty. It was designed by the famous Chinese architect Sun Zhixia. It is a French palace-style architectural style. The building has a brick-wood structure, plain brick walls, triangular wooden roof trusses, and round-arched windows. , with two floors above ground and one underground floor, it is square in plan, with a conference hall in the middle.
The seats in the central hall are arranged in a semicircle and have balconies. There is a towering bell tower in the middle of the front facade. The bell tower has a square bottom and a curved roof, covered with fish-scale iron tiles. On the roofs on both sides of the bell tower, two-fold hipped roofs are symmetrically arranged.
The three-section facade of the synagogue is easily reminiscent of the Louvre in France.
Heavily armed national soldiers stood every five meters around the auditorium, with neat equipment and neat military appearance.
In the courtyard of the Central Party Headquarters, personnel from various units in military uniforms or civilian clothes were patrolling in and out in twos and threes, and some reporters with special press cards came to do preliminary interviews.
The atmosphere in the entire auditorium was solemn and solemn, which was indeed the feeling before a major national event.
Standing in the wide foyer of the auditorium, looking at the people coming and going, Ma Xiaoguang felt a little uneasy. In two days, the Sixth Plenary Session of the Fourth Central Committee of the Kuomintang will be held here. After traveling through time, he will personally experience the first major historical event—— This made Ma Xiaoguang feel excited.
Security is not the responsibility of the Secret Service. The Secret Service does not even have a serious status in the government, so how can it take the lead.
Security work is mainly led by the Military Police Headquarters, and there are also people from the Party Affairs Investigation Office and other units in many important places, but Ma Xiaoguang doesn't care. If he didn't have special ideas this time, he would definitely lie down and let others do whatever they want.
Ma Xiaoguang was wandering around the courtyard of the Central Party Headquarters doing nothing, but for some reason he did not meet the familiar Chief Wang.
"Sir, everything has been arranged." Lao Li's voice came from beside him.
"Thank you for your hard work, brothers, relax, it's not our family's business..." Ma Xiaoguang said to Lao Li with a smile.
"This is a big deal..." Old Li was a little nervous at first, but he relaxed when he saw Chief Ma's calm demeanor.
"Miss Liu, you didn't even let her come?" Lao Li started gossiping again. With the fat man gone, he had no opponent, so he started asking questions to Commander Ma.
"You have also seen that doing this is a tiring and frustrating job. She is a little girl, and you can't bear it?" Chief Ma said angrily. This old Li simply doesn't care about anything.
"Yes, the people here are all high-ranking members of the party and state. They are indeed difficult to serve and will take the blame if things go wrong. She shouldn't be allowed to come." Lao Li also reacted and said.
The two were walking and chatting, and when they turned to the side of the auditorium, they met Lao Liu again, who was also in military uniform.
"Sure enough, a man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle. When Lao Liu puts on this skin, he is really majestic!" Lao Li praised loudly.
"Ahem, please don't bully me. I am a member of my own family who knows my own affairs. To put it in the words of the commander, we are all just playing soy sauce this time. What are you talking about?" Lao Liu also joked to Lao Li, not being prepared at all. Increase awareness of vigilance.
"Well, we still have to pay attention, especially Lao Li... we still have to pay attention to the Japanese, but first we have to pay attention to the safety of ourselves and our brothers. The Japanese are all mad dogs." Boss Ma still warned Lao Li earnestly.
"I think nothing will happen this time. Look at the Party Affairs Investigation Department, the Gendarmerie Headquarters, the Military Commission, the Police Department...there are so many departments here, and we just play a role." Old Liu said with some disapproval.
"Okay, let's continue taking a look. We have lunch at Yongheyuan at noon. It's a quick drive there, but you can't drink... When performing tasks, you still need to be decent." Ma Xiaoguang said.
Time soon arrived at noon, it was still Yonghe Garden, but this time it was the Bamboo Rhyme Room.
Commander Ma was still very careful and asked his two subordinates to change into casual clothes when going out to eat. The party and state's military uniforms are also military uniforms and must be respected. It is not a good idea to wear military uniforms to a restaurant because they are not performing tasks.
In fact, it's not just about eating. As a spy, you should keep your eyes open when sleeping. Eating and sleeping should also be part of your job.
No, look at how dedicated Boss Zhang is, and he has brought news to Chief Ma.
"Do all the subordinates get the same list?" Chief Ma confirmed again.
"Don't worry, I do business with integrity. I have contacted everyone after the recent confirmation, and the list can definitely withstand verification and scrutiny..." Zhang Ruoqi took a sip of duck soup and said, as a peripheral of the Secret Service, Ma The superior also didn't let him drink.
"Okay, that's the end of the information for this meeting. I will ask Lao Li to give you the information that can be exchanged in the future on a regular basis. I will not let you do anything that will cause you to lose your head and job." Boss Ma said to Zhang Ruoqi calmly.
Hearing this, Zhang Ruoqi couldn't agree more and kept saying yes.
He has now fully entered the role, and feels that doing business with Boss Ma is good. He has another income, another identity, and the information he brings out is first-hand information. Don't have too many good things like this.
If it hadn't been for Commander Ma's order, he would have wanted to toast the old man three times in a row.
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That evening, outside Jinling Tongji Gate, there was a house on Guanghua West Street.
"Two warriors, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. At the critical moment, we must not hesitate to break the jade and strike with thunder..." A man with his head and face covered, sitting in the main seat of the hall, gave deep instructions to the two people standing below.
"Hai, please rest assured, we will definitely succeed with one strike!" The one who spoke was actually one of the Japanese swordsmen who had fought with Ma Xiaoguang some time ago.
"Very good. As long as you two succeed, the situation of the Jinling government will change drastically. This achievement can be compared to the change of Honnoji Temple..." The masked man spoke in a low voice, not forgetting to fool the two people below.
When the two swordsmen heard this, they kept agreeing respectfully, and they couldn't suppress the excitement in their hearts. If they were not in Jinling, they would probably go to the yard and yell.
At the same time, in Room 312 of Fenghua Hotel on Chengxian Street, Lu Youcai (Rokubei Kondo) locked the door.
Lu Youcai took out a leather box. Inside the box was an old-fashioned double-lens reflex camera. Lu Youcai deftly disassembled the camera casing, removed the lens, took out some parts, and slowly assembled it.
In a short time, a Colt M1903 pistol was assembled. This gun has a famous nickname - "Colt Pistol". In the 1930s, this was a rare good gun, and it was a home weapon. A must-have item for traveling agents to assassinate.
Lu Youcai first took out the magazine, checked the bullets, found grease, and carefully wiped the gun without missing a single part or screw.
After wiping it, I loaded the pistol skillfully, and tried pulling the trigger a few times without a shot - no problem.
Lu Youcai carefully disassembled the gun, put it back into the camera case along with the magazine, covered the lens, and then solemnly put the assembled camera back into the leather case.
From the mezzanine of his carry-on luggage, he took out an envelope. Inside was a reporter's ID. The photo inside was clearly of himself. Looking at the photo, Lu Youcai smiled with satisfaction...
