In the Honolulu Filipino gathering area, Zuo Chong closed the door of the small shed where he temporarily lived, and carried his luggage to bid farewell to the "friends" he had just met, with his expression quite reluctant to leave.

Everyone kept patting his shoulders or hugging him, and surrounded him and walked out of the gathering area. After standing at the door and chatting for a few words, Zuo Chong walked firmly towards the port.

Joshua looked at the back of "Jayomar", shook his head. There were too many people like him who stayed for a while and left the shanty town and wanted to make a career in this place.

Each of these people has dreams, but they will eventually return here and continue to make a living with sweat.

Their skin color has determined the result. Americans need cheap workers, not competitors, but many people don’t understand this truth.

Joshua silently prayed for his friend a few words, and then rushed to the US military base truck that came to recruit people. No matter who leaves and who stays, life must continue.

On the other side.

Zuo Chong turned around on the streets of Huolunu, like an unsavvy country bumpkin. The passing American police were too lazy to check. They didn't need to waste time on the poor.

After several hours of counter-tracking and continuous testing, it was confirmed that the back was clean, Zuo Chong walked into a small street filled with tech museums and looked at both sides curiously.

When he saw the red sign in front of one of the Japanese tech museums, his eyes suddenly tightened, and then he touched his shriveled purse and quietly left amid the solicitation of various languages.

"The dead mailbox is invalid, please change the contact information."

Thinking about the meaning of the red signboard, Zuo Chong did not hesitate at all, quickly left the area where the warning point was located, and changed his clothes at the transit point prepared in advance, changed his facial disguise, completely erasing the traces of "Jieyomar" on Oahu.

Retreatment in intelligence operations does not require too much action or too complicated. It is common to be silent.

In the afternoon, Zuoge and Ozawakawa met again at the sugar sugar trading company. The two came to Jing'an to exchange the information they had recently obtained.

"Nan Jiajun, three days ago, the American intelligence agencies began to inspect Japanese residential areas. Many people were asked to provide their documents and recent whereabouts. It won't take long to find you and me, and there will be no problem."

As soon as he sat down, Ozawakawa said bad news, and the inventory meant that the Americans had realized that Japanese spies in Hawaii were intensifying.

Zuo Chong waved his hand calmly and told the other party not to be nervous. When he saw the news conveyed by the warning point, he guessed that the situation had changed, and this change was related to the Japanese Consulate in Hawaii.

Based on past experience, Americans should have discovered problems from the frequency of telegrams in the consulate.

ONI is not a fool. The number of telegrams in Japanese embassies and consulates suddenly increased, and their connections with the local government suddenly became close. There are only two possibilities for this matter, either a war or an intelligence operation.

At the same time, the investigation also proved that the Americans had no conclusive evidence, and even the Japanese intelligence officer who went to the dead mailbox to collect intelligence was not caught. He could only use this stupid method to open a breakthrough.

Compared with later generations such as CIA, ONI is still very immature and is no match for the intelligence agency of the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Zuoge expressed his speculation to Ozawakawa, temporarily stabilized the other party. After that, he took out a hand-drawn map, reported the results of the investigation during this period, and announced the countermeasures.

"Since Americans have noticed it, then they will use radio broadcasts to receive orders, and use backup dead mailboxes to temporarily cut off two-way communication between us and the consulate.

I will send out the map tonight and wait for Tokyo to issue new instructions. Before the new instructions arrive, you and I will remain silent. Ozawa Jun, what do you think?"

Ozawakawa wished he could raise his hands and feet to agree. At this moment, he had already calmed down from the excitement of witnessing the humiliation of the people, and only thought about his own safety.

Seeing that he did not object, Zuo Chong took back the map and silently improved the details of the next step of action. Regardless of whether ONI's threat is great or not, you must be vigilant.

The one who said that the enemy should be despised strategically and taken seriously tactically, and the two are not contradictory.

A few hours later, Zuo Chong, who had just returned, went out to the spare dead mailbox again. Along the way, he saw many casual ONI agents, and Japanese people were stopped by the other party from time to time to investigate.

Some suspicious people with nervous expressions and mysterious whereabouts were taken away directly and subject to more stringent scrutiny.

On the other hand, Zuo Chong raised his head and chest, calm and calm, without any guilt, and successfully arrived at the location of the spare dead mailbox - a remote intersection.

After careful observation, he pretended to bend down and tie his shoelaces, stuffed information such as hand-drawn maps into a ventilation window on the side of the road, turned his head and stepped back.

On the way, he didn't forget to buy a few bottles of sake. He did this to find a reason for going out, and to determine whether there were stalkers.

"Ozawa Jun, see what I bought..."

Walking into the trading company gate, Zuo Chong said halfway and saw a few white men standing in front of the counter. Ozawakawa behind the counter was as well-behaved as a quail.

The uninvited guests are nothing but agents from ONI. The unique smell of secret police on the other party can be smelled half of the earth.

When these people heard the sound, they looked back together, with alertness and suspicion in their eyes.

One of them walked to Zuo Chong, looked him up and down several times, and after reading it, he asked him to show his ID, and asked a few questions, such as whether he had gone out recently, etc.

Facing the American agent who was so close to him, Zuo Chong calmly took out his passport and said that he did go out frequently, but he was all for contacting business.

The ONI agent did not speak, and registered his passport and took the person away. In fact, they also knew that this large-scale investigation would not have any results, and the deterrence was greater than the actual significance.

Smilingly sending the American away, Ozawakawa sat on a chair and breathed rapidly, his legs shaking slightly behind the counter.

Seeing this, Zuo Chong didn't say anything and went back to his room directly. He did not comfort him like before. Some things must be experienced personally, otherwise he would never be able to adapt.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, many days passed, and 1941 is getting closer and closer, and the New Year atmosphere on Oahu is getting stronger and stronger.

The Japanese have been entrusted with the rapid expansion of the Japanese. The sugar business is easy to do. No matter how much goods there are, the Japanese Navy can swallow it in one bite, and it is very easy to give money.

Sometimes Ozawakawa forgets that he is a spy and devotes himself to business activities. Only when he listens to Japanese radio regularly every night will he think that he still has a task.

That night, Zuoge and Ozawakawa sat around the radio, adjusting the band to a certain Japanese frequency, and calmly waiting as the announcer chattered.

"The Great Japanese Empire..."

“The situation in East Asia…”

What the radio plays is still the cliché of the Japanese promoting the prosperity of Greater East Asia, without any novelty, Ozawa couldn't help but yawn.

After listening for more than ten minutes, just as he was about to turn off the power, a noise suddenly sounded from the speaker, and then a digital broadcast without emotion sounded.

"The captain called the sailor."

"The captain called the sailor."

“1534,3546…”

The call and the broadcast continued three times respectively. Zuoshi took out the paper and pen to record quickly, while Ozawakawa immediately walked to the window to monitor the outside. Behind the string of numbers was Tokyo's latest order.

The third broadcast ended, and the broadcast ended abruptly. The left heavyweight disrupted the band knob. He stood up and pretended to be from the hidden place, but in fact he took out the codebook from the space to decipher the secret power.

Comparing the number of pages, lines, and words of the password book, a complicated secondary conversion was carried out, and the message was translated, but the content made both of them frown.

"The map has been transported from Wadao to Tokyo, and the location of the senior commander of the Pacific Fleet's residence will be found as soon as possible and the data on the Hongshan oil depot bunker are determined."

Ozawakawa's face turned pale. Did Tokyo treat them as a wishing stone? It's okay to say that the official residence of the US officers, how should we investigate the oil depot data?

The defense of the strategic fuel reserve warehouse must be very tight, and ordinary people cannot get close to it, let alone enter.

Zuo Chong also wanted to curse people. The Japanese had the weather, hydrological data, and maps of Pearl Harbor. They were not satisfied with the hundreds of problems. They really didn't regard intelligence personnel as human beings, and they didn't even say a word for asking. It's really outrageous.

After a long time, he lit the telegram and burned it to ashes, put away the codebook, and watched Ozawa break the silence first.

"Getting the official residence is simple and can be completed by following it. Americans are very low in vigilance, so you are responsible for this matter.

How to determine the target's name, official rank, military rank, and position is a problem. Ozawa Jun, tell me what you think."

Zuo Chong came to Hawaii not as a nurse. He could not do all the work, and the other party must do it.

Ozawakawa also understood that the two tasks were difficult and the other was simple. Nan Jia had already handed him the simple part, and he could not make any contribution.

While meditating, Ozawa thought of something and raised his head and said two words.

"Mail!"

"Mail?"

"right!"

Ozawakawa gave a positive answer to Zuoge's rhetoric question, and then explained.

“To facilitate postal delivery, Americans are accustomed to installing mailboxes in front of their homes, with the name of the homeowner written on it.

After getting the most critical name, the rest of the work will not be difficult. You can get other information from the American sailors in the bar and tech hall.

This is a long-term work. Nan Jiajun, please rest assured that I will collect as much information as possible from the US military commander.”

How to say this method? It is safe but very low-efficiency, and it is very suitable for an agent like Ozawakawa who became a monk halfway.

Zuo Chong nodded with satisfaction and gave a few words to the other party, providing some suggestions from a professional perspective, and points to pay attention to when following.

During the conversation, he clearly warned Ozawa that if there is a risk of exposure, he would rather give up the task than be discovered. At worst, he could find another opportunity in the future.

Ozawakawa said with a harsh voice, and he went to prepare for it with fear of gains and losses. Although he could recover happily, this guy was not sure whether he could complete the task.
Chapter completed!