Public concession, Sima Road.

The official name of this road on the map is "Fucheng Road". It was originally one of the four dirt roads leading to the Huangpu River when Shanghai was opened as a port. It was hardened and modernized after the British established the concession.

Because it is connected to the dock and is located in the concession area, there are many foreign banks and business is very prosperous. Newspaper offices, bookstores, bookstores, dance halls, and theaters were built one after another, and literati gathered for a while.

At the end of the previous dynasty, rich merchants who fled the war came, down-and-out literati came, and young politicians with dreams also came, and this place became the busiest cultural street in Shanghai.

Later, when the government abolished the Technical Yuan, countless Qinhuai women in the mortal world had no place to settle down. When they heard that the concession area could protect their legal rights, they gathered on this bustling road as if they were grasping the last straw.

Since then, Sima Road has been called "Qinglou Street". On one side are libraries and newspapers, and on the other side are Qinglou restaurants. There are several streets of restaurants and teahouses radiating outwards. Every one of them is full of restaurants and feasting.

Along this road, literati and women told each other their inner anguish, and used words, playing, playing and singing to interpret the joys and sorrows of this era.

After drinking and eating, the literati said goodbye to his confidante, walked out of the building and entered the newspaper office opposite. He wrote a heart-stirring love novel that made the wives and young ladies in the courtyard burst into tears.

Even though the war was tense at this time, the Fourth Avenue near ten o'clock in the evening was still a scene of singing and dancing.

At a fruit stall at a small intersection, Gui Youguang took a sharp knife and flexibly peeled and cut the apples into pieces, then put them in a paper box and handed them to the boy from Qinglou.

This is a specialty business near Qinglou. It is convenient to eat and uses the unrotten part of the rotten fruit to reduce losses. It is said that Boss Du made his fortune from this small business.

I saw him taking the money from the boy, smiling and saying thank you for your patronage, and throwing a juicy Laiyang pear to the boy, looking like a shrewd businessman.

When the other party walked away, Gui Youguang looked around and caught a glimpse of two red-headed Asans turning the corner. He immediately wiped his hands with a towel and threw the towel over his shoulders.

"I'm going to put some water in. Could you please help me look after the stalls?"

He came to a nearby tea shop and exchanged hands with the owner, then ran into a nearby alley holding his stomach, came to a car parked in a secluded place, got in the car and started to quickly change clothes.

A few minutes later, Gui Youguang, who was wearing a striped suit and gold-rimmed glasses, held up the wide-brimmed hat on his head and walked towards a small white Western-style building.

That is the residence of Japanese patrol officer Oyama Kyouichi. It has three floors and is home to six families, connected up and down by a wooden staircase. The target's home is on the third floor.

Needless to say, this is of course intentional. If someone wants to harm him, the more floors he passes, the easier it is to be exposed.

As he approached the small white building, several secret agents dressed as literati from further away also approached from all directions, and one of them was carrying a suitcase half a man's height in his hand.

The two parties met downstairs and found a secluded corner. Gui Youguang leaned against the wall and looked up at the roof, asking a few questions.

"Are you all ready?"

"Okay, we can't cook in the Western-style building. The residents, including the target, ordered meals from nearby restaurants. After receiving the order from the deputy director, we put sleeping pills in the meals."

“How long does the medicine stay effective?”

"At least 6 hours. I experimented with captives when I was in Jinling. After they woke up, they would only feel a slight pain in their heads and no other sensations."

"What about the contact time and method between the target and his superiors, as well as the surrounding security personnel?"

"Every day at 5 p.m. and 10 a.m., the other party would call a hotel in Hongkou. The fixed security personnel did not notice it, but the target would half-open the curtains when leaving home. We judged that there should be mobile sentries."

"Did the other party stay somewhere for a long time when he was out on business, or had any interactions with suspicious persons?"

"Never found."

After listening to the report from his subordinates, Gui Youguang touched his chin with satisfaction. The deputy director must be satisfied now. Thinking of this, he waved his hand fiercely.

"action!"

"yes."

The little agents whispered back the order, put on their gloves and hoods and dispersed silently.

Two of them stood at the entrance of the alley to watch the wind, and the rest followed Gui Youguang to the door of the foreign-style building. One of them took out two steel pieces and inserted them into the keyhole and shook them up and down.

After a click, the door was opened, and the operators quietly walked in one after another, and the last person closed the door smoothly.

Gui Youguang walked at the front, using the light outside to move forward little by little. He kept testing the floor with his feet until he was sure that there would be no abnormal sound before he stepped on it.

Others followed carefully, stepping on the footsteps. In the darkness, the group of people were like shadow puppets being led by someone's hands and feet, slowly and strangely moving towards the third floor.

After successfully passing the first and second floors, the agents stepped onto the third floor. After taking just two steps, Gui Youguang suddenly stopped and raised his right arm and clenched his fist to signal to stop. Everyone's hearts suddenly tightened.

What happened? Was it discovered by the target or encountered an early warning agency? The operators held the pistols in their hands and looked solemn. They did not want to attack unless they had to.

Once a shot is fired, the Japanese will receive the news immediately and contact the counterfeit banknote factory, so the task will be in their hands.

According to the discipline of the Secret Service, they may have to shed their skin by then, even if they don't die. No one wants to experience what internal review feels like.

Gui Youguang signaled everyone to be calm and looked at the bumpy floor with a cold smile. This Oyama Kyouichi was really cautious. In order to prevent someone from sneaking in quietly, he almost demolished the stairs.

But for the person the Secret Service wanted to arrest, no matter what tricks the other party played, it was useless. He stretched out his hand and shook the fence beside him vigorously, jumped up with a strong step, and moved quickly along the handrail that was half a palm wide.

His flexible movements combined with his tall body were like a bear riding a unicycle in a Western circus. After a while, he reached the third floor and landed gently on the ground.

The other agents breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this, jumped up on the handrail, and successfully reached the target's door.

Gui Youguang stood by the door and nodded slightly to the person who opened the door earlier. The person took a deep breath, covered the lock with a piece of thick felt with his left hand, and used a tool to turn the door lock one by one with his right hand.

An inaudible sound rang out in the silent corridor. The operators stood motionless and waited for a while. After confirming that there was no movement inside, they put their minds down.

Infiltration is the basic skill of intelligence operations, but it is easy to get started and difficult to master. It is not only as simple as sliding in and picking locks, but also discovering and eliminating traps is a top priority.

Since Zuo Zhong became the chief of the intelligence section, he has spared no effort to improve the professional skills of personnel, absorbing and recruiting a large number of famous snitches and thieves in the world as instructors of related technologies.

Compared with unskilled robbers, these thieves are good at using tools to achieve their goals without alerting their owners, which is similar to intelligence operations.

For example, the special scissors used by the Secret Service when they attacked Ji Yunqing's mansion were donated by a thief who had repeatedly robbed Jinling Pawnshop, and this time they were brought over by the Secret Service.

The operator responsible for opening the door opened the door a small crack and skillfully tested the back of the door frame with his hands. He quickly discovered two mechanisms and dismantled them all in less than two minutes.

The appearance of these two agencies made everyone present extremely vigilant, which meant that the people inside were most likely their colleagues and not half-baked agents.

The other party has been lurking for so long and can still install traps in the residence for several years. Such caution and patience are definitely not something ordinary people can achieve.

Gui Youguang lowered his head and handed some lubricant to the door bolt, stood up and made a gesture, and divided himself into three groups with his men.

The first group consists of two people, responsible for looking out at the door and providing support.

There are also two people in the second group, who are responsible for cutting off power and communication lines, and checking places outside the bedroom.

The third group is naturally the arresting team. There are four people including Gui Youguang. The four most rigorously trained operational experts work together to subdue the target and complete the mission with the strength of a lion and a rabbit.

At this time, the bright moon was hanging high, and its bright moonlight was shining on the floor of the living room of Kyouichi Oyama's residence. Even if the lights were not turned on, one could still clearly see the room.

Gui Youguang first looked around and found that the ground was also a floor, and it was at least five or six meters from the door to the bedroom. He couldn't help but frowned.

Indoors are different from stairs, where they can borrow handrails, but indoors they can only reach the bedroom through the floor.

If a noise is made, even if you run at the fastest speed over such a short distance, it will take at least 2 to 3 seconds for the target to pick up a weapon and resist.

And what to do if there are dangerous goods behind the bedroom door? This has to be considered. What these spies like most is to die together, so they can't force the door.

In order to avoid alerting others, he slowly retracted his head and pointed at one of his men. The other man quickly put down a roll of thick felt used to open the door from behind, came to the door, shook his hands, and a half-meter-long safe passage was formed.

Gui Youguang didn't have time to praise his carpet-laying skills, so he immediately raised his feet and tried it. The floor still made noise, but it was very small, and you couldn't hear it unless you were close.

Thinking that more than ten minutes had passed since he left the fruit stall, and if he didn't go back, he would be suspicious. He no longer hesitated, held his breath and walked slowly towards the bedroom.

When the four members of the arrest team gathered at the door, they were still inspected by the agents who opened the door. The results of the inspection made everyone's hearts skip a beat. Oyama Kyouichi had actually set up a hair trap.

A thin steel cable extends parallel to the door from the wall to near the door lock. As long as the door is opened with force or someone walks by, the force generated will pull down the grenade safety bolt on the other end.

If the grenade exploded in such a small space, there is no doubt that they would all turn into a ball of minced meat. Gui Youguang glanced at Oyama Kyouichi on the bed and decisively cut the steel cable.

The next second, the four people who were originally separated by the door rushed into the bedroom in order in a very tacit understanding, without any panic or congestion.

The sleeping target opened his eyes the moment the operators entered the door, but before he could make any reaction, he saw a black shadow appear in front of him.

The silent bald head rushed to the bedside like lightning, holding a white cloth in one hand to cover the target's mouth, and pinching his chewing muscles with the other hand to prevent him from biting the poison in his teeth and committing suicide.

Of the remaining three operators, two jumped on the bed and held down each other's arms, and one placed his whole body on Kyouichi Oyama's legs, completely restricting the target's movement.

But Oyama Kyouichi didn't seem to be ready to give up. He kept twisting his body and trying to break free. The veins on his head popped out. He knew that as long as he called for help, the patrols around him would come.

During the struggle, a pungent chemical smell slowly spread in the bedroom. Gradually, Oyama Kyouichi's resistance became weaker and weaker, and finally he lost consciousness completely.

Gui Youguang did not let down his guard because of this, and continued to cover his mouth. After dozens of seconds, he slowly let go, and turned on the flashlight to check the other person's mouth and body.

Until all risks were eliminated, the operators quickly opened the suitcase that was half a person's height, put a gag and mask on the target, put it under the bed and put it inside.

This is a tool specially used by the Secret Service to transfer personnel. There is a fixed bench in the box, and there are cowhide restraints on the head, waist, hands and feet. Kyouichi Oyama can't break free even with his great ability.

After taking control of the target, Gui Youguang whispered a few words to the agents checking other rooms. When he learned that no valuable information was found, he immediately ordered a retreat.

Before leaving, everyone restored the house to its original decoration, folded the quilts neatly, and half-opened the curtains, in order to delay the discovery of the Japanese as much as possible.

It was now past ten o'clock in the evening, and Oyama Kyouichi had contacted his superiors at ten o'clock in the morning to report that he was safe. There were only less than 11 hours in between.

It was not an easy task to pry Oyama Kyouichi's mouth open and obtain the inside information of Houtoku Middle School in such a short period of time.

Therefore, if you delay for one more minute, you have a better chance of winning. The agents did not dare to delay, so they hurriedly exited the small building after cleaning up the scene.

Gui Youguang quietly watched the men carrying the suitcases go away, then turned back to the car and changed his clothes, then trotted back to the fruit stand and started working as a hawker.

Not far away, the sound of singing and dancing floated along the Fourth Avenue, and the pedestrians coming and going had no idea that a thrilling fight had just occurred around them.
Chapter completed!