June 10, 1940, Shenpu City.
"Ding ding ding ding"
In a room in the French Concession, the phone on the table suddenly rang rapidly.
A young man came over, grabbed the phone, held the cigarette in his mouth with his left hand, blew out the cigarette, and then said lazily: "Hey, where are you?"
This man was in his early twenties, wearing a suit made of British wool. He was of medium height, with waxed hair. His appearance was not particularly handsome, but he was angular. His eyes were very spiritual, and his face had a heroic air. He belonged to that An attractive type.
"Xie Xuan? I am Morton Ding."
As if by magic, Xie Xuan's face immediately changed into a smile. He couldn't help but bowed over the phone: "Hello, Director Mo, what are your orders?"
The so-called "director" is the director of Shenpu's Secret Service Department and the largest spy leader in Shenpu.
This secret service department is a spy agency supported by the Japanese army. It is specially used to deal with the anti-Japanese people, including the underground party, the military command, the Central Command, the National Salvation Army, etc.
Therefore, Mo Dunding is also the biggest traitor agent in Shenpu.
Director Mo said in a deep voice: "At 10:30 in the morning, there will be an important 'guest' on the passenger ship Jiahe at the public pier..."
When talking about "guests", Morton Ding deliberately emphasized his tone.
Xie Xuan quickly asked: "Cave dwelling or mountain city?"
"From the cave dwelling."
Xie Xuan asked again: "Do you have a contact person? Do you want to arrest them together?"
Director Mo smiled softly: "You are the contact person. He wears a top hat, an oil umbrella in his left hand, and a rattan box in his right hand. The secret code for the contact is that you ask him first: Is it Mr. Huang? Mr. Li asked me to pick you up. He replied : Sorry, my surname is Deng. By the way, change into a green gown and hold a declaration in your hand. After you succeed, take him to your safe house."
Xie Xuan asked: "Does Director Mo want to see this person?"
Director Mo smiled and said jokingly: "Hey, you haven't caught the person yet, and you arranged for me to interrogate him?"
Xie Xuan is his beloved general and confidant. He can direct the four operations areas of Xie Xuan.
Xie Xuan smiled proudly: "The director personally assigned the task, and there is such accurate information. If I can't catch anyone, I'll just jump into the river."
After hanging up the phone, Xie Xuan lit a cigarette. After smoking half of it, he suddenly put out the cigarette and shouted outside: "Little pockmark!"
"What are the orders from the director?"
A young man with a few pockmarks on his face and a peaked cap ran in with a flattering smile on his face.
"Call the brothers from Section 1 and go to the dock to work."
Xiao Mazi didn't ask any further questions and replied, "Yes."
The pockmarks on his face were actually not that much. Because his surname was Ma and his name was Ma Tian, Xie Xuan gave him a nickname: Little Pockmark.
Xie Xuan was the only one in the entire Shenpu City who dared to call him that.
If it had been anyone else, even a Japanese, Ma Tian would have dared to kick him.
When Xie Xuan called him little pockmark for the first time, Ma Tian also turned his back, pulled out a knife and rushed over. However, after being subdued by Xie Xuan with one move, he had no choice but to accept the nickname.
Since then, he has obeyed Xie Xuan's orders. Some people describe him as a vicious dog raised by Xie Xuan.
Afterwards, Xie Xuan changed out of his suit, put on a blue gown, and went out with a group of men.
Ma Tian also changed into a short-breasted jacket, which is the standard dress for dock coolies.
Others also put on the clothes of ordinary people. When going to the dock to perform tasks, they must have matching clothes.
As a professional spy, your clothing must be coordinated with the environment at all times. This is the most basic quality.
***
"Do you want to do it?"
At the corner diagonally opposite, two men were talking in low voices, the one speaking was a man in gray clothes with a sharp face.
"With so many people, are you looking for death? Retreat first. There are many opportunities to kill him."
Another tall man scolded in a low voice.
The man in gray is Lu Zeming, an operator of the Third Operations Brigade of the Military Command Shenpu Station.
The tall man is Captain Luo Wenzhuo.
They are here to assassinate Xie Xuan from the Secret Service!
***
After arriving at the pier, Ma Tian and others dispersed. Some pretended to be tourists, some pretended to be coolies, and some became rickshaw drivers.
Xie Xuan found a tea shed, ordered a pot of tea, and leisurely read the current political news on the report.
Passenger ships these days don't always say exactly what they say they will arrive in the morning, but they may not be able to dock until the afternoon.
Fortunately, today's flight was fairly reliable, and at a quarter past ten, the Jiahe finally appeared on the river.
Half an hour later, after the guests on the Jiahe began to disembark, Xie Yuxuan grabbed the newspaper and walked towards the passenger exit.
The guests disembarking from the ship were all kinds of people, including those with families, and those traveling alone with cargo. Of course, there were also single travelers carrying baggage or carrying luggage.
Xie Xuan did not go directly to the passenger passage at the exit, but stood in the distance and had a panoramic view of the passengers disembarking.
A lot of information can be analyzed from each person's clothing, demeanor, walking posture, and their eyes.
For example, he could get a general idea of who came to visit relatives and friends, who came to visit relatives, who had serious concerns, and who had a guilty conscience.
Xie Xuan focused on the three characteristics of "top hat, oil umbrella, and rattan box" in the crowd. These days, these are common items. Even if the three items are added together, several people have them.
But if you add "the oil umbrella in the left hand and the rattan box in the right hand", there are only three people left.
Xie Xuan turned his eyes to Ma Tian, who was transformed into a rickshaw driver. The other person nodded towards him and stretched out three fingers on his right hand.
Apparently, Ma Tian also identified three suspects.
"Is it Mr. Huang? Mr. Li asked me to pick you up."
Xie Xuan held out the declaration in his hand and stopped the first suspect.
This man has a goatee and glasses. He is about fifty years old. He holds an oil umbrella in his left hand on the ground and uses it as a cane.
"What kind of silver is it?"
"Is it Mr. Huang? Mr. Li asked me to pick you up."
"No, I got the wrong person."
When the other party didn't respond to the signal, Xie Xuan put his hand down and at the same time winked at Ma Angel in the distance.
After the old man walked out of the pier, people from all over naturally followed him.
Before the target is found, all suspects must be monitored and ready to catch them at any time.
After a while, another man came over, holding an umbrella in his left hand and twisting a rattan box in his right hand. He was about thirty years old, with a high nose, pointed face and narrow eyes.
"Is it Mr. Huang? Mr. Li asked me to pick you up."
"I don't know you, and my surname is not Li."
Xie Xuan frowned secretly. Neither of these two people matched the code. Could it be the third one?
Including Ma Tian, all the agents of the Secret Service Department focused on the third person.
Xie Xuan's eyes were also focused on that person intentionally or unintentionally.
Wearing a white suit, a white top hat, an umbrella in his left hand, and a small rattan box in his right hand, he also wore a pair of very fashionable sunglasses, and a pair of Italian leather shoes at his feet. He exuded a sense of foreignness all over his body. .
Xie Xuan just took one look at the other person's walking posture and immediately concluded that this was a woman.
Men and women have different walking postures due to their physiological structures and habits developed over many years.
Even if you change it deliberately, clues will show up in front of a spy like him.
Could it be that this woman is an underground party member?
Xie Xuan held out the newspaper in his hand and stopped her: "Is it Mr. Huang? Mr. Li asked me to pick you up."
The man glanced at Xie Xuan, turned around and left: "You have the wrong person."
Her voice was well concealed, sounding a bit hoarse, and except for the fact that her voice was a bit high-pitched, she couldn't tell it was a female voice at all.
Xie Xuan took the other person's hand and said, "Isn't your surname Huang?"
It's smooth and soft, feels good in the hand, and it's definitely a woman.
"I'm sorry, my surname is Zheng."
The other party shook Xie Xuan's hand away and glared at Xie Xuan fiercely.
She is indeed a woman. Although she is dressed in men's clothing and her voice and appearance have changed, she is still a woman after all. She will naturally be unhappy if a strange man touches her hand.
Xie Xuan winked at Ma Tian in the distance, indicating that he could take action.
Ma Tian nodded, and then waved his hand. After seeing his gesture, the other people in Section 1 quickly and quietly evacuated the dock.
Xie Xuan didn't leave, he sat back in the tea shed.
He poured himself a bowl of tea and sipped it slowly, showing no intention of leaving.
It's just that his eyes glanced in the direction of the exit from time to time.
As long as there are people on board the Jiahe, he cannot leave. Catching people is like hunting and requires extreme patience.
When the people on the pier were almost gone, a middle-aged man wearing a gray long coat suddenly walked out of the Jiahe: a Chinese character face, round-headed black-rimmed glasses, holding an oil umbrella in his left hand, and twisting an umbrella in his right hand. Not a big rattan box.
The brim of his hat was pulled low, covering most of his face. When I got off the boat, it seemed unintentional, but in fact I glanced around and took in everything at the dock.
When Xie Xuan walked over with the declaration in hand, the man slowed down and his eyes stayed on the declaration for a moment.
"Is it Mr. Huang? Mr. Li asked me to pick you up."
"I'm sorry, my surname is Deng."
Xie Xuan grinned and showed a silent smile.
