Chapter 853 Arrangements before Action

The night is getting darker and the moon is shining brightly in the sky.

In an alley not far from Tongsuo's residence, a Japanese patrol passed by. The iron nails on the bottom of military boots collided with the bluestone pavement, making a loud clicking sound.

When the sound gradually became quieter, a head stuck out from the wall and looked around. After confirming that the Japanese were far away, he jumped down gently. It was Zuo Zhong who was meeting Tongsuo.

He quickly walked out of the alley and came to a grocery store on the roadside. He opened a door panel that seemed to be tightly closed, revealing a narrow door crack that could only allow one person to enter and exit, and ducked in.

"Tear~"

The sound of a match being lit was heard, and a kerosene lamp wrapped in black cloth was lit. Under the dim light, a big bald man locked the hidden lock on the door, turned around and said to Zuo Zhong who came in.

"Deputy Director, everything is normal around here. No outgoing calls have been made to the phone lines at Muyu's home and all the neighbors' homes. There are no problems with the Impermanence Team. Are you being too cautious?"

"Caution is the boat."

Zuo Zhong took off his coat and threw it into a porcelain basin on the ground. The sulfuric acid inside reacted with the cotton cloth instantly, a puff of white smoke rose up, and the clothes in the basin quickly turned into a pool of black burnt matter.

Looking at this scene, he nodded with satisfaction. It was not convenient to use fire in enemy-occupied areas, but chemical methods were good. He then sat down at the table and raised his hand to call Gui Youguang to his side.

"Send someone to watch outside. If there is any problem, release the stimulant immediately to prevent tracking by military dogs. If there is no problem, they will come back after half an hour. The smell will not be preserved for long in an open field.

By the way, just dispose of the porcelain basin and pour it directly into the sewer. In the future, prepare more sulfuric acid in each safe house, firstly to destroy items, and secondly, to use it to deal with enemies in critical moments.

In addition, Muyu said that the target's detention place was in the Blackwood Hotel in Hongkou. The address was No. 15 Xihuade Road. The specific room number was unknown and was guarded by 10 traitors and 2 Japanese military police.

Tomorrow morning you go on your own to conduct a reconnaissance and confirm the information. If there are no problems, we will take action in the evening. This matter cannot be delayed. The little devil will execute the target at any time.

Be careful, there must be a reason why the Japanese attach so much importance to a child, maybe they want to obtain information from the other party, or maybe they have set a trap and are ready for someone to rescue him."

Zuo Zhong's expression was a little serious. Although rescuing people was important, the safety of his own men could not be ignored. He must prevent the enemy from using targets as bait to wait and see.

"yes."

Gui Youguang scratched his head and replied, but he did not leave immediately, but asked curiously: "Deputy Director, I heard that the target's mother is the general affairs section chief of the Shanghai Station of the Secret Service Headquarters?

And the reason why he was killed was because of that gang of traitors. You came to see Muyu. Could it be related to him? That kid has never experienced anything like this, so I'm afraid..."

The person who described it in detail was Gui Youguang. Although he didn't know the details, he guessed a lot of things just by reasoning, and he also realized that the copper lock would have problems as a result.

Taking a deep look at the bald man, Zuo Zhong nodded and said, "Well, that's right. The intelligence provided by the party clearly stated that the other party was trying to slap the party-state in the face.

In order to keep it secret, and to save some face for the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, the details have not been announced to the public before. You just need to know, huh, one general can kill a thousand troops, Xu Enzeng!"

When he mentioned this, he pretended to be indignant: "They are all hiding under our noses, but this bastard doesn't know anything about it. He is really a waste.

Forget it, let’s not mention Xu Enzeng. Anyway, the other party is not a spy, but a spy. This is already a well-known fact. You must learn lessons and ensure the purity of your personnel."

"Yes, I understand."

The bald man turned around to execute the order. After a while, the two disguised secret agents walked into the dark night. At this time, sirens sounded in the distance. It must be that the Japanese were arresting people.

Zuo Zhong walked to the yard behind the store with his hands behind his back, looked up at the night sky, and sighed quietly, hoping that everything would go well when he meets the ground and the party tomorrow.

As the Japanese army won one victory after another, the situation between us and the enemy became more and more severe. Ji Yunqing and Caobang boss Zhang were not alone. More and more people chose to sell their country to seek glory or neutrality.

Countless people with lofty ideals have fallen to the guns of traitors, and even the concession has become unsafe. It seems that these scum must be given a warning, and they cannot be allowed to be so unscrupulous.

After thinking for a while, Zuo Zhong's eyes suddenly lit up and he thought of something. He slowly stretched his body and walked into the guest room in the courtyard. After a while, the lights in the room were turned off, and the night was as dark as before~

Early the next morning.

The eight-character bridge from Zhabei to Hongkou is heavily guarded, perhaps because the bridgehead bunker was destroyed by state intelligence agents before the war. The Japanese set up multiple checkpoints a hundred or two hundred meters away from the bridge, and even parked a tank.

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Whether they are Chinese, foreigners or Japanese immigrants, they must undergo strict inspection when entering and exiting Hongkou through the Eight-character Bridge, and they must take off their hats and bow to the Japanese soldiers on duty to show respect.

However, there are always exceptions to everything. When monks pass through the checkpoints, the Japs mostly turn a blind eye. Buddhism is quite powerful in Japan and has a great influence on senior officials. It has many believers and cannot be easily provoked.

So when a monk wearing cassocks and holding an alms bowl came to Bating Bridge, several Japanese soldiers responsible for inspection quickly put down their weapons and stood up straight, clasping their hands together and saying "Hello Master."

"Amitabha."

The solemn monk returned the gift and recited the name of the Buddha, and then handed over his certificate and certificate. Regarding the security of the core ruling area, even if there is no need to bow, identity checks are unavoidable.

The leading team leader pouted, carefully inspected the document with both hands, and checked the person against the photo. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he respectfully returned it and raised his hand to announce the release.

"etc."

But at this moment, a second lieutenant came out of the guard box next to him. His triangular eyes rolled around. He grabbed his ID and glanced at the calm monk. He asked two questions in Chinese.

"Master is from Xiaguang Temple in Min Province. I don't know why I came to Shanghai."

"Wandering in the clouds and forming a connection, spreading the word to the world."

"Oh? I dare to ask the superiors and subordinates."

"A poor monk can uphold the Dharma name."

The two asked and answered questions, leaving others confused. Then everyone heard the second lieutenant say: "Because of the fate, the earth is strictly pure."

"And this world has six kinds of vibrations."

The great monk did not hesitate, clasped his hands together again, with a smile on his face: "Amitabha, I have long heard that the Lotus Sutra is widely spread in your country. When I see it today, it is true. Does the donor believe the poor monk?"

The second lieutenant's face changed drastically, and he quickly bent down to apologize and explained: "Master, please forgive me. My mother is very devout in worshiping Buddha, but she is always deceived by others. I saw that you are not as strong as a Buddhist disciple, so I tested you."

Now the Japanese soldiers present understood that the second lieutenant suspected that the monk was a saboteur pretending to be a saboteur, so he tried to test him. The result of the test proved that the monk was a real monk.

Hearing the second lieutenant's explanation, the great monk shook his head and said indifferently: "How can I forgive you? It is those people who make up the numbers and make the world suspicious.

The poor monk here has a rosary that was enshrined in the Buddha for many years and is given to the donor. I also hope that the donor will be compassionate and less likely to commit murderous crimes, Amitabha."

After that, he took the certificate handed over by the second lieutenant and walked towards the Eight-character Bridge. The Japanese soldiers behind him either looked at him with disdain or blushed and watched him disappear into the street.

And this compassionate master left the checkpoint and entered Hongkou, walked around left and right, and finally found a secluded place to take a deep breath, wiped the cold sweat from his head, and murmured to himself.

"Damn, I almost exposed my secret."

Gui Youguang was grateful in his heart. Thanks to Xuediao, the deputy director who had been asking them to strengthen their professional skills, otherwise he would have been in trouble today. Who would have thought that the little devil even knew the Lotus Sutra.

After quickly adjusting his mood, he shook his cassock and walked onto the road again towards the Blackwood Hotel. The Japanese patrols along the way did not suspect at all, and from time to time, some people put their hands together to say hello.

While the big bald man's operation was going smoothly, in a coffee shop in the French Concession, Zuo Zhong and his old friend Ban Jun were sitting opposite the door, chatting cautiously.

"Old Ban, the Gui~ Party is so unreasonable. Not only did they arrange informants within us, but they also asked us to help you rescue people. What's even more annoying is that at this time, I was asked to personally come to Shanghai to take charge of the operation."

Zuo Zhong took a sip of black coffee, glanced around and complained: "Do you know that things are about to break out in Xucheng, and if you drag me to Shanghai, it will inevitably affect the intelligence work on the front line."

Hearing the accusation from his old classmate, Ban Jun retorted unceremoniously: "Don't deceive me. Could it be that your subordinates wouldn't be able to work if you weren't here?"

As for eyeliners, isn’t it a matter of you being me and me being you? I don’t believe your Secret Service hasn’t arranged people within us.”

"This...haha."

Zuo Chong, who seemed to have been defeated by an army, laughed twice and did not answer the other party's question, but he knew in his heart that if the party was lurking underground, he would have handed over the party's intelligence information to Old K.

Lao Ban seemed to be asking this question as a test, but in fact he was asking knowingly to protect the intelligence channel. If he hadn't known the inside story, he would have believed it. Bah, he really had a dirty mind for doing intelligence.

Ban Jun observed his reaction, coughed slightly and returned to seriousness: "Okay, let's get back to business. The disclosure of the true identity of the lurking personnel this time represents our sincerity.

Moreover, this matter is not just about rescuing the children of the martyrs, the target has a very important piece of information, and we must rescue the person and send him out of Shanghai before the Japanese discover it."

Important information?

On that child?

Zuo Zhong was confused. Would it be too risky for the underground party to hand over the information to an ignorant child for safekeeping? Besides, what kind of information is worthy of him as the deputy director of the intelligence department?

Seemingly sensing his doubts, Ban Jun dipped his finger in the coffee cup and wrote a few words on the table - route map of the international press corps' visit to China, and then quickly erased it with his hand.

The international press group actually wanted to come to the Republic of China. Could it be that they were here to investigate the Jinling incident? Zuo Zhong frowned, but he immediately realized something was wrong. Why would the other party tell him this incident?

Logically speaking, the underground party would never disclose such sensitive information to himself, the spy chief, unless the top leaders of the two parties had known about it for a long time, or even the two parties cooperated to promote the matter.

Thinking of this, he raised his head and looked at Ban Jun with a half-smile, "I bet you have already discussed this, you are just a tool, aren't you? Niang Xipi, you are simply too much of a bully."

Facing Zuo Zhong's death gaze, Ban Jun's face did not turn red and his heart stopped beating: "This matter is of great importance. Only a few senior officials knew about it before. Whether you believe it or not, I have just received the news.

The comrade who died was the traffic officer responsible for the meeting. Since some members of the press team were temporarily invited, only she knew the time when these people arrived in Shanghai and the meeting place.

In order not to be discovered, she used invisible ink to write relevant information on the target's undershirt. I was afraid that over time, the Japanese would see the problem and the problem would become serious."

"Understood."

Zuo Zhong looked serious and assured Ban Jun: "Don't worry, the Secret Service will definitely rescue the target and ensure the safe arrival and departure of the international press corps.

But I also need your help with something. To be precise, it’s the help of your people lurking in the public concession. This matter is good for both of us."

When destroying the Japanese counterfeit banknote factory, he discovered that the subordinates in the patrol room were very powerful. Now he wanted to teach those traitors a lesson, and the other party was the best helper.

(Uncomfortable, sweating, headache, maybe infected. There is no test kit available locally, so carry it with you)
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