At twelve:30 noon, the left-heavy car arrived near the central gate checkpoint. It seemed that everything was normal. Several soldiers at the city gate lazily checked the documents and luggage of pedestrians.

It is better to say that it is extortion than to say that it is a check. When you see a bully, you take the opportunity to make a note. As for the reason, the gun is in their hands, the reason is not made up by them.

Zuo Chong looked for a while, got out of the car and walked into the Shu store next to him. Shu store is the big car store in the north. Both of them are in the accommodation business of lower-level merchants, and most of them are near the traffic jam and Chengguan.

However, the environment of this store is much better than that of a big car shop. Some large hotels are designed to be decorated in a pretty exquisite way. As soon as he walked into the store, the shopkeeper quickly came up to him.

"But Mr. Zuo was waiting in front of him for a long time. The rooms on the street that you requested were cleaned up. The guests on the left and opposite rooms were arranged to other places to ensure that they were clean."

The shopkeeper was wearing a silk jacket and a beard. He looked very smart and whispered to introduce the situation. He was very respectful and was slightly behind the left while walking.

He is really a good person, but not ordinary people can be the shopkeeper. He is good at calculating, scheming, and good at dealing with things is the most basic, and he also needs a very smooth way of dealing with things.

Zuo Zhong looked at the other party and smiled slightly: "Yes, then I'll bother the shopkeeper. Don't worry, if something happens or something is broken, the secret service will compensate according to the price."

In order to fight against Japanese spies, he set the real level outside the central gate, and the levels inside were used to confuse the other party. As long as the other party walked to the city gate, he could see the second level.

At that time, Japanese spies will definitely hesitate. The closing shop on the roadside is the best surveillance point, and it is convenient for personnel to conceal and move forward. Once a suspicious person is found, it can be dealt with quickly.

But no one knows whether the other party will resist. It is better to say something in front of you, so as not to make you feel uncomfortable because of a trivial matter. It is definitely not ordinary people who can open a shop at the city gate.

The shopkeeper drooped his eyelids and touched his lips, "Sir, the sir, is serious. Our boss is preparing to renovate the store. If something is broken, it will save us money to find someone to clean up."

This is so beautiful.

Zuo Chong smiled and said nothing, and followed the other person to the guest room. Some things were boring if they said it bluntly. Since they were so happy, they would take care of that boss more in the future.

The two walked to the door of the guest room area, and a person walked out of the forage shed where the animals were tied. The shopkeeper immediately said goodbye and walked to his room. He was not going to go out before the spy left.

The person who walked out was Wu Chunyang. At this time, he was dressed in a coolie, with a few straws mixed in his hair, and his body was filled with the smell of feces from large animals. Such people are very common in the shop.

He glanced at the shopkeeper who was leaving and reported in a low voice: "Section Chief, Jiang Zhaoqing has been arrested and sent back to the place, and did not shoot. He found documents, weapons, cash and microfilm from the other party."

“Mini-film?”

Zuo Chong was a little surprised. After almost two years of intelligence work, this was the first time he encountered this thing in reality. He had only read the relevant introduction to microfilm in training materials before.

The reason is not how difficult this thing is. After all, miniature film appeared in the 19th century, and now it can be developed to shrink a book of hundreds of pages on a film the size of a stamp.

It is not because it is expensive, it is just some chemical raw materials. Many banks and newspapers in the Republic of China used microfilm to store information, and any photo studio can process it.

The reason why microfilm is not popular in the intelligence industry is that it is not practical. Microfilm can only be checked for correct content after rinsing, and in an emergency situation, you can only bet on luck.

Imagine that an intelligence officer went through a lot of hardships to get the information, and then used the power of the nine oxen and two tigers to make it into miniature film. He risked exposure and sent it back to China and found that it was all scrap films.

I guess I have the intention to commit suicide.

It is not realistic to directly view the microfilm using a slide projector. At least it is not realistic at this stage. The effect of watching the slide projector imaging on the left is very vague and cannot be used in actual intelligence work.

He thought for a while and said, "Where is the film hidden? When Jiang Zhaoqing was arrested, did he try to destroy the film? Let the people from the Cory be washed out immediately and notify me at any time if there is any result."

"The film is hidden in the legs of the glasses. This guy wants to swallow it, but I stopped him." Wu Chunyang led Zuo Chong into a room: "It has been washed, it is some information in the city."

"Hmph, little Japanese."

Zuo Chong sneered, walked around the Datong Bed casually, then walked to the wall and slid the air window to look outside. There were no luxurious and atmospheric wooden windows in the store, only a vent.

This is conducive to surveillance work. If there are walls hidden, spies can hide behind the ventilator and observe the people coming and going. Japanese spies cannot, and they don’t have time to pay attention to all the movements behind the ventilator.

Zuo Chong confirmed that the observation of the vent window was good, and then he felt relieved. He looked at the watch on his wrist again. At twelve to fifty, the preparations for the blockade can begin, and it’s time to shake people.

He nodded to Wu Chunyang: "Let the people from the city defense and the river defense start. You must arrive at all checkpoints in the city within twenty minutes. Each checkpoint must be guaranteed to have at least one platoon of troops stationed in the city to inspect.

Tell them to be responsible for searching, identifying and arresting people. If anyone releases the Japanese spy to rob credit, let their chief explain to the chairman himself, and the original words are said."

It must be said that, otherwise the national army that retreated and advanced as fast as the wind, attacked Xu Rulin at the enemy, harassed the people and plundered like fire, and was unable to move as a mountain in trouble, would definitely cause trouble.

Both sides were wearing the same military uniforms. Wu Chunyang knew the other party's virtues very well and nodded quickly to show that he knew. Then he walked out of the room and called the City Defense Command and the Jiang Defense Force.

With this call, several military camps in Jinling City dispatched, and trucks carried soldiers with powerful soldiers rushing around the streets, scaring the people to avoid them.

At the same time, the small gunboats at the riverside pier also set fire and pressurized, and black smoke rose from the chimney. The nearby fishermen were not sure, so the only children cheered barefoot on the shore.

Less than twenty minutes.

Check-in was set up on various city gates, roads, docks, railway stations, bus stations, and even dirt roads used by villagers. Teams of soldiers held rifles and pulled the barbed wire and resisted horses.

Many people who were preparing to leave the city were at a loss in the face of the sudden appearance of the levels. They didn't know what crazy these soldiers were doing. Could it be that any official was shot by the assassin?

That...it's great.

If you arrest officials from the Republic of China, you may be wronged if you kill them all. If you kill them one by one, you will definitely miss the net. The Fruit Party has rotted from top to bottom, and it is common for fish and meat in the countryside.

Some brave people in the pedestrians and in the convoy were speculated, some said that the chairman was gone, and some said that the director Wang met an assassin again and was beaten into a sieve on the hospital bed.

The truth or falsehood of the matter is not important. What is important is happiness. If you are squeezed on weekdays, you will be blocked halfway through the way. The anger in the hearts of the people can only be circulated like this, and the scene is a little chaotic for a while.

At the Changgan Bridge checkpoint in the south of the city, a long-distance bus from Jinling to Guangling, several snail ghosts whispered a little joke about the insects in the Republic of China, which caused passengers to laugh.

The driver heard the noise getting louder and louder, and turned around and shouted in a low voice: "Hailai, Haolai, it's almost done. There are soldiers with live ammunition outside. If they hear it, you will feel better."

It would be fine if he didn't shout, but the carriage was even more lively. The passenger who was already irritated by the slow speed and crowding finally found the vent, pointed at the driver and started scolding loudly.

"We are all so poor that we are all ringing. It's not good for the soldiers to capture us. It's better to capture you, the dog. I'm telling a joke that will get you in trouble. Dogs meddle in other people's business with rats."

"Hey, please give it up, driver, when will I be able to drive? I am from the Guangling Party Headquarters. I have urgent matters to handle when I go back to Guangling. If I miss the major affairs of the Party and the country, you can't afford it."

"Where are my children? Who of you see my children? You're going to kiss your life? Let those soldiers get on the bus. There are those who are photographing flower pictures in the bus. Driver, driver, call people quickly. My child is gone."

The carriage was suddenly in a mess, some were scolding, some were threatening, some were looking for children, and the driver was not a fuel-efficient lamp. He stood up with a shaking handle and wanted to compete with the scolding.

"Bang."

"Don't move."

At this moment, the door of the long-distance bus was kicked open, and several soldiers stood outside the car and raised their guns and aimed at the car. Next to it, there was a short and fat man with a dozen Zhongshan costumes watching coldly.

The passenger in the car felt as if he had been poured with a basin of cold water on his head. He felt cold all over. He quickly closed his mouth and sat back on his seat. Those who had no seat immediately curled up and hid behind others.

An officer with the rank of lieutenant pulled out his waist, jumped into the car with a rub, looked at the quiet passengers like quails and scanned the carriage in a slightest manner.

"It's a quarrel, keep a quarrel, why don't you? I'm here to arrest assassins. Not only do you guys don't cooperate, but you are making trouble here. Do you think I dare not shoot?"

The car became silent, and even the driver looked forward with a serious expression, his hand on the steering wheel was motionless, as if he was not paying attention, the car was about to fall into the abyss.

"Hmph, if you don't want to eat a toast, you'll be punished for wine."

Seeing this, the lieutenant snorted coldly and said to the short and fat man outside the car: "I'll leave it to Chief Song. If you need help, just talk. At 128, my brothers also cut off a few Japanese people's heads."

"Okay, thank you guys for your help."

The short and fat man bowed and thanked him, then passed by the second lieutenant and got into the car. His round face was smiling, and his fat figure made the passengers relax a little.

He looked around, touched the heads of the children beside him, and said kindly: "Don't be afraid, I am a civil servant of the Secret Service. Everyone knows what we do."

Before he could finish his words, an old man fainted, and the other passengers were not much better. Some of them had weak legs and some had teeth trembling. The Secret Service, they knew very well.
Chapter completed!