Saturday, morning.

Ozaki tidied up her coat in front of the mirror and walked out of the house with her briefcase. Yokocho outside the door was extremely lively. Passing by, hawkers and hawkers were filled with not-so-spacious roads. Tokyo started a new day.

After walking a few steps, Ozaki looked at one of the vendors selling vegetables with his eyes, and confirmed that there was nothing abnormal about the other party, so he walked towards the street corner.

This vendor is not only his security sentry and his guard. The two are old partners of the underground party's special departments. They have fought side by side in Shanghai under the white terror for many years, and are more trustworthy than the Red and Russians.

It is not surprising that Ozaki has this idea. The Underground Party International is nominally an independent institution, but is actually guided by Mosk.

Therefore, sometimes their actions are beneficial to the Red and Russia, but not necessarily to the underground party organizations of various countries.

Some comrades privately argued that the underground party international had changed from a living political body to a dead institution, which only obeyed the instructions from Red Russia, and on the other hand rued into various languages.

Thinking about Zorg's colorful spare time, Ozaki frowned slightly and decided that this time the joint must persuade Zorg to stop contacting the Japanese woman. After all, the situation has changed.

If Fumiya Konoe's position as prime minister is stable, even if the Japanese intelligence agencies suspect them, they will not investigate immediately. However, now the resignation of Konoe is a foregone conclusion and they are about to lose protection.

Xielikov's defection is even more of a dangerous signal. If the other party knows the existence of the Zorg group, then the Japanese spies will appear at any time. Ozaki becomes more and more worried the more he thinks, and his pace will slowly speed up.

On the second floor of a private house, Okamoto Kiyofuki stood in front of the window and watched Ozaki go away. His face was gloomy and he was very entangled.

He thought that Ozaki was a spy, but he didn't think that Ozaki was. Although the former could make the Intelligence Department make great contributions, the latter means that the Red and Russians have fully grasped Japan's strategic intelligence.

Whatever he was afraid of came from, just as Okamoto Kiyoshi Tianren was fighting, a spy from the General Staff Headquarters walked into the house and reported bad news to him.

"His Excellency Minister, the No. 1 suspect Zorg left the residence two minutes ago, which is inconsistent with the other party's daily movement trajectory. It is likely that it is to connect with the offline link, and our people are monitoring it."

Okamoto Kiyoki paused, and after a long time he turned his head and continued to monitor. His face became very ugly. Is the thing he was most worried about finally happening?

Ozaki is the secretary and instructor of Fumiya Konoe. All the documents in the cabinet will be sent to Konoe through the other party's hands. Ozaki served as secretary for several years, and the amount of information he contacted was astronomical.

The military's combat plans, the cabinet's financial policies, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs' diplomatic countermeasures, and these top-secret information are at risk of leakage.

"Immediately install monitoring equipment in Ozaki's office and residence to monitor the targets in full." Okamoto Kiyoki gave an urgent order.

It is a very risky act to implement technical means to the Prime Minister and the Secretary, which can be regarded as a provocation to the Guard and its entire faction, but Okamoto cannot control these.

On the other hand, Ozaki boarded the tram and headed to the location where he connected to Zorg. He sat in his seat and opened a newspaper, observing the passengers in the car while reading the newspaper.

The morning light shone into the car through the car window, illuminating the students who were playing, the sleepy office workers, and the decently dressed little businessman, everything looked normal.

Ozaki looked around and lowered his head, but his attention was always on the passengers. Each passenger's stay time, clothing, expressions, and all kinds of details were all engraved in his mind.

The tram stopped slowly after driving for a few minutes. A group of passengers got off the rear of the car, and several people came up at the front of the car. A young man with his head down walked to the corner and sat down.

The tram then stopped for several more stops, and there were more and more passengers on the bus. Just before the tram arrived at the next stop, Ozaki got up and grabbed the roof handrail, passing through the crowded crowd and headed towards the rear of the car.

Seeing this, the young man stood up and followed Ozaki toward the rear of the car. The two of them walked towards the door one after another, and the distance gradually got closer.

At the moment of Ozaki's movement, the two passengers winked at each other. One stayed in the seat and the other was ready to get off the bus with Ozaki.

Getting off the car and then getting on the car suddenly is a common anti-tracking method used by the international intelligence community. The General Staff Headquarters has made multiple response plans to prevent Ozaki from escaping.

The tram stopped suddenly, the carriage swayed, and the passengers grabbed the handrails, and the spy who were following Ozaki was blocked by the arms of the passengers in front, and they stood on tiptoe forward anxiously.

Taking advantage of the surveillance, the young man quickly approached Ozaki. Ozaki only felt his shirt pocket moving. When he realized that there was no trace of the young man around him.

Faced with this emergencies, Ozaki neither looked at his pocket nor looked around for suspicious people. He calmly walked off the tram and gave up his encounter with Zorg.

What happened just now, whether it was the enemy's temptation or the reminder of companions, all illustrates one thing: today is not a good time to connect.

Thinking about this clearly, Ozaki decided to go back to the Prime Minister's residence first. As for what is in his pocket, this is not a question that should be considered now.

The worst plan should be made in everything. If this matter is a trap, as long as he does not leave fingerprints on the items in his pocket, the enemy will not be able to publicly arrest a prime minister's secretary, even if the prime minister who serves the secretary is about to step down.

On the way, Ozaki, who was in a highly vigilant state, noticed someone was following him. He walked to the official residence calmly and greeted the guard at the door with a smile.

The guard's attitude was as respectful as usual, which was a good sign. Ozaki went upstairs and walked into the office, put on gloves and gently took out a small ball of paper from his pocket.

Looking at the direction of the corridor, he mustered up the courage to open the paper ball and glanced at it. He was stunned at first, and then a look of shock and anger flashed in his eyes.

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Outside a cafe on the streets of Tokyo.

Zorg sat at the table on the sidewalk, with a faint smile on his face and coffee in his hand, leisurely enjoying the autumn sunshine.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Time passed little by little, Zorg's smile gradually faded, and Ozaki was about to miss the joint time, which has never happened before.

As a senior member of the "Ramza" group, Ozaki did not appear at the specified time. One is that the other party found being followed, and the other is that the other party encountered other troubles on the road, and Zorge suddenly became uneasy.

The anxious person was not just Zorge. In a car in the distance, Okamoto Kiyofuki asked his subordinates next to him: "Where is Ozaki's current location?"

"Ozaki got off the car and went to the Prime Minister's residence. It seems that he is not the offline of the No. 1 suspect." The subordinates reported in a low voice.

But Okamoto Kiyofuki didn't believe it and asked Ozaki if he had contacted the suspicious person. The spy once again gave a negative answer.

It seemed to be to prove the spy's statement, Zorg threw down a few bills in the next second and stood up and walked away. Except for the waiter, he had no verbal communication or physical contact with anyone.

Kiyoki Okamoto was helpless and took his men to his residence in Imaicho, Amabu District, and he still gained nothing on the way.

However, the spy at the surveillance site reported a small matter. During Zorge's departure from home, a postman stuffed several letters into the crack of the door.

Okamoto Kiyoki felt a little nervous and asked hurriedly: "Have the mail and postman's identity been verified?"

"The post office confirmed that there was indeed a delivery task for Zorge's residence today, and we also tracked the postman." The surveillance agent paused and looked at the clock on the wall: "But the trackers have not returned yet."

"How long has the postman been away?"

"Fifteen minutes."

"Baga!"

Kiyofuku Okamoto raised his hand and slapped the spy in the face, loudly ordered the postman to be taken to the surveillance point for interrogation.

The reason why he was angry was very simple. Intelligence operations were fought every second, and many things could be done in fifteen minutes. If the postman was a Red and Russian spy, it would be enough for the other party to get rid of surveillance and evacuate from Tokyo for such a long time.

But Okamoto's concerns did not come true. Ten minutes later, the terrified postman stood in front of him.

Kiyoki Okamoto asked the postman several questions, which involved the types and quantity of letters delivered to Zorge's residence.

The postman dared not neglect and immediately bowed and reported: "Mr. Zorg has two letters and three postcards in total."

As he said that, he hesitated for a while, as if he had thought of something, but he was not sure, his eyes were a little erratic.

Kiyofuku Okamoto was anxious and grabbed the postman's collar and asked sternly: "Speak quickly! What did you think of?"

"Hayi." The postman shivered and stammered: "I read the records before leaving the post office. Mr. Zorg should have only one letter, but there were two letters when submitting it. Maybe I remembered it wrong."

Kiyofuku Okamoto pushed the other party away and shouted at everyone: "Catch suspect No. 1 immediately and notify other groups to control their respective targets."

Although I don’t know what went wrong, Okamoto knew that their actions were exposed. Someone was using letters to warn Zorge that if someone didn’t arrest anyone, the task would be completely failed.

Ten minutes ago.

Zorge returned home and closed the door with his backhand, bent down and picked up the letters and postcards on the ground.

As a well-known journalist, Zorg receives mailings from friends and readers every day. He casually flips through the letters and prepares to receive them in the drawer.

But when he saw the second letter, Zorge stood there and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

After a few seconds of stunnedness, he quickly took out the letter paper. There were only a few short lines of words on the letter paper. Zorge felt confused and disbelief after reading it.

"Why is this happening..."

After muttering to himself a few words, Zorge read the letter again, then lit the envelope and threw it into the ashtray and burned it to ashes, then poured the ashes into the toilet and flushed it away.

After doing this, he sat calmly on the sofa and began to recall his life.

In 1914, he joined the German army and joined the European war. In 1919, he joined the German underground party. In 1924, he secretly went to Red Russia for training. In 1925, he became a member of the Red Russia intelligence agency.

Countless images flashed through Zorge's mind. He thought of the excitement when he arrived in Shanghai for the first time in January 1930 to work in intelligence, and the excitement when he used German engineers to master the radio communication password of the State Government.

Time flies so fast. More than ten years have passed in a flash. I am already a middle-aged man and my life is about to end. Zorge couldn't help but sigh.

He knew that from the moment the letter was delivered, his fate decided that the Japanese intelligence personnel should be outside the door.

Recalling those pasts, he smiled and lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He just took two sips when the door was suddenly knocked open from outside, and a group of Japanese spies rushed in.

"Don't move!"
Chapter completed!