Not long after Zuo Zhong asked He Yijun to notify Song Minghao to meet him, the other party hurriedly arrived and reported the results of the search for the counterfeit banknote project expert.

"Deputy Director, we checked the dock and found that there were three passenger ships docking in Shanghai in those days. One was from Guandong Prefecture, one was from Xiaoliuqiu, and one was from the port city. They were all Japanese companies.

I contacted the dock staff and laborers to confirm that the Japanese military had not come to pick up the people, and at the same time, there were no warships coming to Shanghai from other places at the military dock, so there was little hope of finding people through this road."

Song Minghao breathed heavily, wiped the sweat from his head and said: "Following your instructions, we investigated the pickpockets at the dock and found that these people were frightened back to the countryside by the Japanese raids.

Among them is a guy named Gao Laosan, who has seventeen or eight people under his command. This morning I personally led a team to capture this guy in Suzhou City, and he is currently being interrogated in the safe house.

The remaining people are being arrested intensively, and it is expected that everyone will be under control before tonight. Don't worry, the brothers came forward using the excuse of gangsters seeking revenge, and their identities were not exposed.

Give me a day, and I'll make sure that boy tells you honestly how old he was when he wet his pants. By the way, I heard that there's a new order from Jinling, asking us to investigate the underground party. Did something happen?"

"It's okay, you did a good job."

Zuo Zhong did not explain the bald man's tentative move. He stood there and thought about it. There were at least a thousand passengers on the three passenger ships. It was really unrealistic to open a breakthrough from a human perspective.

Maybe these boats were a trap set up by the Japanese to confuse the target's whereabouts. According to Ji Yunqing's confession, the man named Yamamoto liked to use this trick.

Maybe if they continue to investigate, they will encounter a trap similar to a department store again. Thinking of this, he crossed his arms and rubbed his chin with his knuckles, and looked up at Song Minghao.

"When you are arresting people, are there any suspicious people around? Be careful that these are false clues left by the Japanese. Compared with previous Japanese spies, our opponents are becoming more and more difficult to deal with."

Song Minghao lowered his head slightly and said in a very affirmative tone: "Absolutely not. You said this might be an enemy trap. I have set up guard posts within one kilometer of the capture site."

"Well, please send more manpower outside the safe house. Once the enemy is discovered, evacuate immediately. Old Song, there is no big mistake in being careful. I would rather be called cowardly than give pensions to my brothers."

Zuo Zhong still arranged for Song Minghao to take some remedial measures. Danger came inadvertently. Now Shanghai is no longer the territory of the government. Everything must be prepared with both hands.

If Xu Enzeng hadn't been frightened by the Japanese and sent him back to Jinling, it would have been a good idea to hand over this dangerous job to the secret service headquarters. Even if he got some credit, it would be worth it. He couldn't help but feel a little pity.

"Okay, you go back and keep an eye on it."

After understanding the situation, Zuo Zhong waved his hand and asked Song Minghao to leave first, then walked out of the Yunke Lai Hotel and looked up at the night sky, secretly thinking that he should plan carefully for his meeting with Ban Jun tomorrow.

The underground party has notified the counterfeit banknote expert and has given a bargaining chip. If the secret service cannot provide information of the same value, then who will be the leader and who will be the slave during the operation?

This is a serious political issue. The national government is the central government, and the underground party is only the local political power. If the underground party gains the upper hand, it is likely that Jinling will deal with it.

wrong,

It's not possible, it's certain.

In someone's opinion, the issue of face is much more important than the security of the country. As a leader, the party-state has succumbed to the rebels. Doesn't he have no need to lose face?

Whoever makes him lose face will lose his head. Not to mention a little fellow countryman, even his own son, in order to win the reputation of being selfless, he will be thrown into the red Russia.

(This book defaults to the fact that I haven’t returned to China yet, and the plot is arranged. This book is a spy novel, purely fictional.)

Zuo Zhong thought about it for a long time, and with an idea in his mind, he slowly walked away under the starlight.

The next day at 2pm.

Still in the park south of the Waibaidu Bridge, Zuo Zhong met Ban Jun. The two quietly avoided the patrol and walked and chatted on the bank of the Huangpu River.

"Laoban, Shangfeng agreed to your party's two conditions. The specific release and disbursement standards and procedures will be resolved through negotiation between your party's office and Jinling.

You and I don't need to get involved, that's the job of the superiors, we just need to find the counterfeiting expert named Saburo Shinoda as soon as possible and destroy the factory."

Because he didn't know whether Ban Jun had received news from his superiors, Zuo Zhong took the initiative to introduce the situation. As for whether the other party believed it or not, it would depend on the speed of the underground party's intelligence transmission.

"I already knew it."

Ban Jun nodded indifferently and glanced at him: "The organization has asked us to fully cooperate with you to complete the mission and destroy the Japanese plot.

Since we are cooperating, I asked you whether the Secret Service has any information that we do not have, I asked you once last time we met, and I will ask you again today."

Sure enough, the underground party really wants to compete for the leadership of the operation.

Zuo Zhong, who had been prepared for a long time, smiled after hearing this: "Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, old classmate, I will take you to a place first, and then we will talk about other things, please~"

Ban Jun raised his eyebrows, and without asking where he was going, he raised his hand to signal Zuo Zhong to lead the way. If he was afraid, he wouldn't come to join us today.

Moreover, unless someone does not care about the impact of the proliferation of counterfeit legal currency, they will not take action against him. He would rather see what tricks the government will play.

The two of them walked onto the road one after another. They walked for two hours, during which time they walked through the streets and alleys and walked in circles in the public concession.

As time passed little by little, Ban Jun vaguely noticed that someone was watching them as he walked, and the feeling became stronger the further he walked.

Just as he was about to speak a warning, Zuo Zhong put his hand behind his back and shook it. The meaning was obvious, those were people from the Secret Service, so he shouldn't worry about it.

Ban Jun felt relieved, and then he looked at the pedestrians coming and going, but after searching for a long time, he found nothing, which made him immediately increase his vigilance.

When he was still lurking, he cooperated with the Secret Service on a mission to find Japanese spies, and he had a relatively good understanding of the personnel quality of the Secret Service.

In terms of intelligence technology, our side is similar to the opponent's, and in terms of combat, it is even better. After all, most of the underground party's elite intelligence personnel are professional soldiers.

Unexpectedly, even after they had not seen each other for a few years, he could not find the hidden Fruit Party agent. This shows that the other party's ability to act has greatly improved.

Today they are cooperating with the Fruit Party, but what if they are enemies?

Ban Jun looked at the figure in front of him, knowing that all this was due to Zuo Zhong, and secretly sighed in his heart. He should have developed this old classmate at that time.

Just as they were thinking about it, the two of them came outside a warehouse with a German flag hanging. Zuo Zhong suddenly turned around and turned in. Ban Jun quickly followed.

"Deputy Director."

"You're here, Deputy Section Chief Song is inside."

Outside the warehouse gate, a worker who was carrying goods saw them and hurried forward to say hello in a low voice. Zuo Zhong nodded slightly without saying anything, and continued walking in with Ban Jun.

Ban Jun quietly looked around at the interior of the warehouse. The goods, heavy support pillars, and workers working hard all looked no different from ordinary warehouses.

After passing through the mountains of cargo boxes, they arrived at the deepest part of the warehouse. Looking at the solid cement walls, Ban Jun showed doubts for the first time, not understanding what Zuo Zhong wanted to do.

There is no way to go here, and the walls and ground don't look like there are secret doors. Could it be that you walked this far just to find a secluded place to talk?

Before he could ask, a hole opened in the insulation layer above the warehouse, and a steel ladder slowly stretched down from above and landed in front of the two of them.

Ban Jun suddenly realized that the Secret Service had set up a secret room in the sky, and then he smacked his lips. It must be expensive to renovate such a large warehouse. The Guo Party is very wealthy.

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Due to the financial difficulties in Northwest China, Shanghai Shangwei did not even have the money to build a safe spot, so he could only hold meetings and contacts in his residence.

This kind of behavior is very dangerous, but there is no way. Now the operation of Shanghai Stock Exchange relies entirely on comrades to go out to work to make money and sell off their property. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to persist.

"Old Ban, come up."

At this time, Zuo Zhong jumped up the ladder and looked back to say hello, then climbed up slowly and quickly disappeared into the dark entrance.

Ban Jun did not hesitate and climbed up the ladder to the top of the warehouse. He saw several tiger benches placed in the low space, with several people sitting on them with despairing faces.

"Winter~"

The heavy secret door was closed, and in the dim light a bald man took out the piece of cloth from the mouth of one of the tortured persons, raised his whip and whipped it down hard.

The tough cowhide quickly opened the wound on the skin, and the warm blood sprayed onto the light bulb above his head, casting shadows.

"Don't tell me! Did anyone drive to the pier to pick up the guests a few days ago?"

"Snapped!"

"Ah, grandpa, please forgive me. I have told you more than ten times that people drive to the pier to pick people up every day. I really don't know who you are looking for!"

"Stay talkin' back! Japanese, what I'm looking for is a Japanese, Made. If you don't have to drink a toast, you'll have to drink a fine wine. Come here, bring a pot of hot coals. Let's ask Mr. Gao to burn his feet and help him recover his memory."

The bald man ordered with a sneer, and a pot of red-hot charcoal fire was brought and placed at the feet of the person being tortured. The person was so frightened that he kept screaming and begging for mercy.

The agents acted as if they had not heard this, and opened the restraints on the opponent's legs. In pairs, they pressed down on the struggling target and slowly put their feet into the brazier.

Ah~~

A burst of shrill screams started and then stopped immediately. The soles of the tortured person's feet were instantly carbonized, and the pungent smell caused by burning protein was mixed with the smell of blood, making it disgusting.

Due to the brain's self-protection mechanism, the huge pain caused the person to fall into a deep coma, but the next moment, a basin of ice water was poured on him to wake him up.

Zuo Zhong, who was watching the show on the side, raised his chin and introduced the follower with a smile:

"Old Ban, you've seen that one. My subordinate Gui Youguang is interrogating Gao Laosan, a gangster who is often active at the dock.

Presumably you haven't found any clues about the technical experts among the tourists coming to Shanghai, and the same is true for us, so we found the other party to assist in the investigation.

He and his men have been hanging around the Shanghai docks for a long time, and they will definitely observe the people passing by before choosing a target. They may have seen counterfeit banknote experts or Japanese people who came to greet them."

Ban Jun was silent. This was the first time he had seen someone assisting in an investigation like this. Agent Gou was indeed ruthless. He wanted to stop him but immediately gave up the idea.

A thief can prosper in Shanghai, but no one will believe it if there is no life on his hands. There is no need to add extraneous matters. At this time, we cannot be merciful.

On the other side, Gao Laosan's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, his brain was in chaos, and he screamed unconsciously:

"I really don't know who the Japanese are, but two days ago two cars came to the pier. One of my brothers lost his grip and was directly arrested by those people.

When I received the news and arrived with people, everyone was gone, and the Japanese and patrols were searching everywhere, so I returned to the countryside. Everything I said was true!"

Gui Youguang's eyes lit up and he grabbed Gao Laosan's collar: "Tell me quickly, what brand and color is the car, how many people are there, what do they look like, and where did they go in the end?"

"I...I don't know, you ask him."

Gao Laosan looked feebly at a subordinate who was so frightened that he peed his pants.

After hearing this, everyone turned their eyes towards him. Gui Youguang pulled the rag from the other person's mouth, and the thief with his crotch soaked cried loudly.

"Spare your life, I say..."
To be continued...