"Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk..."

The sound of wood banging wontons sounded from time to time in the dark night.

The so-called Chai Wonton is a name given by Shanghainese to mobile wonton stalls. Hawkers usually sell their food on poles or carts and wander around the alleys of Shiliyangchang.

On one end of the burden is a stove, which uses old wood and bamboo as fuel. On the other end is a cargo rack. Three or four drawers are the operating table, where seasonings, wonton wrappers, vegetable and meat fillings, bowls, and spoons are placed.

The stall owner does not hawk, but relies on the sound of bangs to attract customers. He only sets up his stall at night. The diners come after hearing the sound, and the food is cooked and eaten immediately, and the aroma of water vapor fills the air.

Especially on these cold autumn and winter nights, hungry people passing by at night want a bowl of wontons, scoop out a little spicy oil, and eat the hot bowl under the swaying light in front of the load, which relaxes the tired body and mind.

Ban Jun raised his head and drank the shrimp and seaweed soup base from the bottom of the large white-glazed blue-rimmed bowl. With a happy look on his brows, he took out a few small-denomination French coins from his coat pocket and handed them to the smiling vendor.

Then he stood up, put on his hat, put his hands in his sleeves and went into an alley. After walking for a long time, he came to a T-junction and suddenly ducked and stuck to the corner, quietly listening to the movement behind him.

At this time, the surrounding residents had all fallen asleep, and the usually noisy lane was completely silent. Only the whistles of foreign freighters on the Huangpu River could be heard faintly.

He waited for a while, lowered his head, turned around and walked back, moving quickly on the uneven stone road, nimbly crossing the puddles without making a single sound.

But when he passed a fork in the road, Ban Jun's body suddenly stopped, his raised right foot slowly fell to the ground, and his body slowly turned to the side.

But I saw a man standing against the wall in the dark, his face hidden under a wide-brimmed hat, making his appearance unclear.

"who?"

Ban Jun asked vigilantly, using the cover of his side to put his hand into his pants pocket, quickly found a pen, and unscrewed the cap little by little.

Urban underground workers generally do not carry weapons unless there are special circumstances, because the city is densely populated by military police and their identities can easily be revealed during interrogations.

Instead of carrying heavy guns, it is better to use items that can be found everywhere in life as self-defense tools. A pen can still kill someone in the hands of an experienced intelligence officer.

As Ban Jun spoke, he moved closer to the opponent, calmly adjusting his breathing, and tensed his body, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.

Just as the two of them were getting closer and closer, the black shadow stood up straight and walked under the dim light, raised his hand to take off his hat, and said calmly.

"Why, Laoban, don't you even recognize me? Take your hands out and stop scaring people. You definitely don't have a gun on you. I know the discipline of your underground party.

If you guessed it right, you were the one who passed by the warehouse before. Why didn't your party go find trouble with the Japanese and instead focus on the Secret Service? We are allies."

Zuo Zhong walked slowly out of the shadows and looked at Ban Jun not far away with a complicated expression. He said goodbye to Jiujiawu. He saw Big Brother again after more than two years, and in this way.

At this moment, he thought of their life in the police academy. At that time, everyone was as close as brothers, drinking and talking about their ideals.

But we can't go back to days like this. As an agent of the Fruit Party, when we see our mortal enemy, no matter how happy we are, we can't show it at all.

It’s not that I don’t believe Lao Ban. The situation between us and the enemy in the future will be complex. You will be surrounded by me, and you will be surrounded by me. Any omission will lead to unexpected dangers.

He, a special agent, was so happy to see dissidents. If others knew about this, it would be troublesome. Someone would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let one go, not just targeting the underground party.

"Zuo Zhong!"

Ban Jun on the other side softly uttered two words, without any joy at meeting an old friend, because he did not forget that standing in front of him was a secret agent leader of the Fruit Party who was known for his cunning, ruthlessness and ruthlessness.

Even though they used to have a good relationship, the struggle over faith is cruel and impersonal. There are few friends, classmates, or even brothers who turn against each other between the two parties.

Maybe the next moment, the two of them will meet each other in battle. Ever since the day when Guo Dang betrayed and separated their lives, such things have been happening constantly. You must not take it lightly just because you are familiar with the other party.

Holding the pen in his pocket, Ban Jun kept a close distance and said expressionlessly: "Long time no see. You misunderstood. I was just wandering around and had no intention of inquiring about the intelligence of your Secret Service."

Zuo Zhong sighed secretly. Knowing that Lao Ban was on guard against him, he was silent for a while and then suddenly asked a question.

"Are you checking for counterfeit money?"

Although it was a question, his tone was very sure.

Song Minghao's cover identity was perfectly managed. No abnormality was found at the nearby observation points. It is impossible for the Ban army to arrive at the warehouse through Lao Song.

It's even more impossible for him. After doing intelligence work for so many years, he still has some confidence. No one can follow him for a long time without being discovered.

The underground party must have also received relevant intelligence, and also focused its search for traces of technical experts on the dock. Otherwise, it cannot explain why Ban Jun appeared at the dock.

…………

Ban Jun on the opposite side did not answer. He seemed calm, but in fact he was shocked.

The Japanese attempted to manufacture counterfeit banknotes, which was top-secret information obtained by the underground party's international intelligence team in Japan from high-level Japanese officials.

Only a few chiefs (harmony) in the northwest knew about it. If he were not the executor, it would be impossible for him to have such high-level information.

So how did Zuo Zhong know? Did the Guo Party have an informant... or was there something wrong with the underground party's international intelligence team?

"Okay, stop guessing."

Zuo Zhong knew what Ban Jun was thinking, and a smile appeared on his face: "Isn't it the technical experts from the Osaka Mint who have arrived in Shanghai to assist the Japanese military in forging legal tenders? I have known this news for a long time.

Now that our two parties are cooperating in the fight against Japan, should we cooperate for a while and inform each other of the situation we each know and what we have in common?

You don't need to answer now. I know you need to report to your superiors and get approval before you can disclose information. I won't force you.

Let's make an appointment at a time and place. If your boss agrees, then we can sit down and talk about how to cooperate.

Don't worry, our secret service is not Xu Enzeng's secret service headquarters, and we will not burn bridges. Last year, I destroyed the Kwantung Army's bacterial weapons base in Harbin, and I left a lot of weapons for the Anti-Japanese Alliance.

I hope your party can seriously consider my proposal. The consequences of this matter are very serious. Once the fake legal currency flows into the market, the financial order of the country will quickly collapse and the situation will be difficult to deal with."

He stated his conjecture as intelligence and planned to deceive the squad to see how much the underground party knew about the Japanese army's counterfeit money plan.

Unexpectedly, Ban Jun no longer kept a straight face after hearing this, but looked at him with a half-smile.

"Okay, you know our organizational disciplines so clearly. If I hadn't known your identity, I would have thought I had met my own comrade.

Don't try to lie to me, kid. If you really have the specific information, you will definitely lead people to destroy the printing factory, and you won't show up here.

The person you are communicating with is probably an intelligence officer operating near the dock. You want to find the whereabouts of technical experts from people coming to Shanghai from other places to determine whether they have arrived in Shanghai. Am I right?"

"Oh, Laoban, I haven't seen you for so long. When did you become a detective?"

Zuo Zhong pretended to be surprised, which seemed to acquiesce to Ban Jun's statement. We are all foxes with thousands of years, so there is no need to play with the chat room. The main thing is to promote the cooperation between the Fruit Party and the underground party.

In terms of professional skills, members of the Secret Service are more professional than most underground workers.

But in terms of how well-informed they are, especially the intelligence channels at the bottom, the underground party can surpass the Secret Service.

As for the secret service headquarters...

The information was well-informed, but unfortunately it was reversely well-informed. Looking for cooperation with the other party was equivalent to telling the Japanese that there were state intelligence agents among them.

In short, under the current situation of unclear intelligence, if you want to destroy the Japanese counterfeit money plan as soon as possible, cooperation with the underground party is the wisest choice. Someone and Dai Chunfeng will never object after knowing this.

When it comes to the government's purse, the people above him are more anxious than him. If they don't have money, how can they fight a war, buy a villa in the United States, or find a concubine?

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When Ban Jun heard Zuo Zhong's words, his tone was helpless: "To each other, I shouldn't have stayed at the pier to look for clues, otherwise I wouldn't have been targeted by you.

They say that you, Zuo Zhong, are a master of intelligence, and I have learned the lesson. No, there is also Jiujiawei. If Dai Chunfeng hadn’t stepped on your mine that time, we wouldn’t have seen each other today.”

In fact, Ban Jun still doesn't understand why the Secret Service brought landmines when it went to arrest people, and it was not a positional battle, and it almost blew up his own division chief.

"Huh? Boss, please stop talking nonsense. The landmines were clearly planted by those British thugs and have nothing to do with the Secret Service. What do we need that thing for?"

Of course Zuo Zhong couldn't admit what the other party said. What kind of landmine? Does it have anything to do with Zuo Zhong? He had never seen it.

The two said a few off-topic words, and the atmosphere finally stopped being tense. However, it is impossible to return to the past. After all, they have different paths and do not work together.

Ban Jun relaxed a little and soon said with a straight face: "It is the underground party's unshirkable responsibility to resist Japan and save the country. I will report this matter to my superiors, but I cannot guarantee the outcome.

If approved by superiors, we will meet at 2 pm tomorrow at the entrance of the Shenhao Pharmacy of Lei Songfentang, Xingsheng Street, French Concession. We will not wait if you are late.

If I had not appeared, you and I would have acted independently. After what happened in the 16th year of the Republic of China, you will know for yourself the credibility of your leader."

"I didn't hear anything, I don't understand." Zuo Zhong waved his hand, taking the initiative to stop the discussion about someone's character, and then nodded again.

"Okay, then I'll see you tomorrow. I'll wait for another thirty minutes."

"good."

Ban Jun looked at him deeply. It was a very dangerous behavior to stay at the meeting place for a long time. The other party said this to express sincerity and trust in disguise.

The problem is that some things are beyond his control. He raised his hand and looked at the time. Ban Jun nodded slightly, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.
Chapter completed!