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Author: Jiangsu Zhaozi

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Time went back a few hours ago.

The entrance of the schoolyard was surrounded by houses that were bombed into ruins by Japanese bombers. The people with numb expressions dragged out some valuable items from the collapsed houses, and low crying sounds could be heard.

Ling Sanping, who came here from Renxin Hospital, was in a heavy mood. He looked up at the gloomy sky and sighed secretly, raised his foot toward Muhuo Street. While walking, he stopped at the stalls on the side of the road and glanced behind him.

The reason why he came to the court was very simple, that was to connect with the "thumbing pin". Since that day, Zuo Chong said in a joke that he was hiding in the Xiadang of the Military Control Commission, the two had not met for many days.

After several days of observation, Ling Sanping confirmed that he was not under surveillance, so he issued a joint code yesterday, and he had several pieces of information related to Nomenkan that needed to be conveyed to his superiors through "thumbing".

As the director of the Military Intelligence Hospital, the personnel and intelligence levels he can access are very high, and many people will not set up defenses on him, and will always leak some high-level intelligence without realizing it.

For example, the content of the telegram sent by intelligence personnel back to the mountain city from the Northeast, the response made by the State Government to Nomenkan, etc. These are all strategic information urgently needed by the Northwest, and the intelligence value is very high.

However, Ling Sanping knew how strict the electronic investigation of the Guo Party was. Not to mention that he did not have a radio station, even if he had one, he could not use the radio station to send these information. It is very likely that he would be arrested as soon as he sent it.

Therefore, the traffic officer, using the traffic station to send information back to his hometown was the only choice. For safety, he also specially set up the joint location near the crowded gate.

He has been in the Secret Service for several years. The commonly used anti-tracking methods are not unfamiliar to him. He knows very well that the key to anti-tracking lies in environmental interference. The more people, the more difficult it is to track.

Ling Sanping squatted on the ground, picked up a ivory folding fan in his hand and placed it in front of him to look carefully. He glanced at the crowd on both sides, looking for people with abnormal expressions and movements inside.

"Please look at the guest, this was taken from the fire-fighting official."

When the vendor saw the customer coming, he immediately started selling his products. As he said that, he also sneakily revealed the source of the products to prove that the folding fan is of extraordinary origin. Obviously, these things were also produced by Pig General and his men.

"Yeah, how much money?"

"Not much, just a piece of ocean, no fiat currency is charged."

"It's not expensive, I'll give it to you."

Ling Sanping did not bargain, and directly took out a piece of ocean from his pocket and threw it to the other party. Then he suddenly stood up and walked in the direction he was traveling, and merged into the crowded crowd.

He passed by pedestrians calmly, carefully observing the expressions, movements and reactions on these people's faces to judge whether there were any followers.

As a member of the Military Control Commission, after working together for many years, he is very clear about the characteristics and behavior of his "colleagues". No trace of subtle intelligence training can be hidden in his eyes.

One minute...two minutes... Ling Sanping turned west from Jiaochangkou and walked into the intersection leading to Huangjing Bridge. After walking two steps, he heard two sounds of mountain sedan chairs behind him.

Ling Sanping moved his feet and stood on one side of the road, making way for the mountain sedan chair that was passing by quickly. As the two intersected, he glanced at the passengers on the mountain sedan chair and quickly looked away.

Zhongshan suit, briefcase and shiny black three-twined leather shoes, this is a government official who can be seen everywhere in the mountain city.

Looking at the marks on his forehead, they bonded with many nearby institutions. The other party is likely to be a member of the Military Wei Association and a professional soldier.

These messages flashed through Ling Sanping's mind. Looking at the mountain sedan chair drowning in the crowd, he turned around near Huangjing Bridge and continued to carry out counter-tracking and cleaning work.

More than ten minutes later, just as he was about to go to the joint location, a familiar figure walked out of an alley and disappeared quickly in front of Ling Sanping, which made his heart suddenly rise.

He could see clearly that it was an elderly man from the Secret Service during the Honggong Temple period. He had been to Renxin Hospital because of injuries and illness. Therefore, he was more familiar with it. The other party was very good at surveillance and intelligence operations.

It is working hours now, and the other party is not staying in the bureau headquarters and running here, so he must be performing a task. Ling Sanping thought quickly for a moment and felt that this matter should not be directed at him.

First of all, if you are monitoring yourself, Zuo Chong will definitely not use familiar staff members, but will use spies from local district stations to ensure the secret of the action.

Furthermore, the spy that just passed by is experienced field staff and will never make such a low-level mistake as if it were directly within the target's visual range.

Because both sides are well-trained intelligence personnel, perhaps one look or one look will arouse suspicion of the target, which will lead to the exposure of the action.

However, if the other party does not stare at him, it does not mean that he is safe. Non-operating personnel appear in the operation area and around the target. Once discovered, they must explain clearly. If the explanation is not clear, they must enter the internal screening procedure.

Can't go to the connector anymore.

Thinking about this clearly, Ling Sanping immediately took off the hat on his head with his left hand and put it in front of him. He stopped doing the reverse tracking action and walked straight towards the Bei'an Theater at the joint location.

At this time, François Huang had already arrived at the dried fruit stall at the entrance of the theater. While he was selecting melon seeds and peanuts, he carefully looked around and soon saw Ling Sanping in the crowd.

The next second, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he immediately recalled the warning part of the connector code. Not wearing a hat means that there is danger. Holding a hat in his left hand means that it is not exposed.

In this case, the joint should be stopped and there must be no physical or verbal communication. You can find the joint after a safe retreat. People's safety is more important.

François Huang did not hesitate. After paying the money, he walked into the theater with dried fruits. Although the bombing caused great damage to the mountain city, the more people needed to leak it.

Ling Sanping noticed the situation here, and finally felt relieved and focused on setting up treasures at street stalls, increasing a lot of turnover for Zhu General's subordinates.

He walked around for several hours until he had too much stuff in his hands and could no longer hold it. Then he returned with satisfaction and called a mountain sedan chair to return to Renxin Hospital west of the city.

Not far away, at the surveillance point of the Military Wei Hui, Zuo Zhong slowly lowered a stack of photos related to Ling Sanping and placed them on the side to be identified. He had no intention of hiding them, and this matter could not be hidden.

The photos have been taken and printed so many procedures, and there are people from the technical room in the middle. They must know Ling Sanping, and deliberately concealing them will only backfire.

Moreover, looking at the photos, if nothing unexpected happens, Ling Sanping may have found something wrong and responded accordingly. The hat placed in front of him may represent a certain meaning.

But this guy is too lucky. He can't go to the mountain city so big, so he has to come to the action area. However, thinking about the traffic flow around the Jiaochangkou, Zuo Chong quickly felt relieved.

If they did not act here, this place would be a good place for connections. There were many people, many intersections, and the public security was chaotic. When encountering danger, you could just find a piece of ruins and get out safely.

Temporarily throwing Ling Sanping aside, Zuo Chong passed the thick stack of photos, and threw them away if there is no problem, and put them together if there is suspicious ones.

In a short period of time, most of the people in the photos were excluded from the suspicious persons, which seemed a bit hasty, but this tests the experience and eyesight of the personnel.

Without knowing that someone is monitoring it, it is difficult for Japanese spies to remain highly alert at all times. There is a high possibility that they will omit their actions and expressions.

What the screening personnel need to do is to quickly and accurately find these flaws, and then further explore and verify them to lock in the real suspicious person.

Zuo Chong and Wu Chunyang lowered their heads and silently screened the photos. The photos were reduced one by one, and in the end there were only three left, and they were placed in the middle of the table by the two.

The first photo was found by Wu Chunyang. It was an old man, about fifty or sixty years old, a man, with a pair of glasses hunched over and wearing sneaky eyes.

The second photo was also found by Wu Chunyang. When Yushi Qiuyuan passed by, the young woman in the photo never left the other person and kept following the mountain sedan chair.

The third photo is selected by Zuo Chongyu. A middle-aged man with a sad face is sitting on the side of the road selling poultry, holding a hookah in his hand, and a faint smoke erupts from his mouth.

Wu Chunyang pointed to the third photo and asked in confusion: "Sub-seat, I have seen this photo. The other party just glanced at Yuki Akien when the mountain sedan phone rang, and did not pay much attention to the target."

"kindness."

Zuo Zhong held the table with both hands and nodded gently: "Yes, the first two photos look very suspicious, but will our opponent be so obvious?"

He asked Wu Chunyang back and said, "Looking at the first picture, the other party's eyes drifted. If you contact other photos, you can see that this person is targeting people dressed in gorgeous clothes.

Also, if you look carefully at the other person's finger, it is not only very slender, but also a broken one. The other person is a pickpocket with a bag, and maybe he was found and punished when he was stealing before.

As for the second picture, the woman was wearing a filial pie on her arm, looking sad, and her pants had severe wear and tear on her knees. Someone in her family should have died recently, and she was a close relative.

Judging from her age, it is likely that she has been married. It is a bit strange that a married woman shows up at this time. I guess the person who died is probably the other person's husband.

She lost the pillars of her family and had no source of life. She came here to find a "way". Yuki Qiuyuan knew at a glance that she was a member of the government and was the best partner to seek refuge."

Zuo Chong used a few words to guess the identity of the old man and the woman, and then he pointed to the middle-aged man in the third photo in the expression of Wu Chunyang's sudden enlightenment.

"The real suspicious person is this person. Pay attention to the way he vomits cigarettes. He closes his mouth tightly, pulls the corners of his mouth slightly, and spits out the smoke from the corners of his mouth little by little. Have you found the problem?"

Wu Chunyang thought quickly in his mind and thought about various possibilities. After a while, he slapped the table suddenly and shouted excitedly.

"This is the way to smoke in the trenches. He is a soldier! He is also an old soldier who has experienced actual combat!"

"right."

Zuo Chong stared at the middle-aged man with a headscarf wrapped around his head on the photo and could not see any traces of military training from the outside, and sneered.

"Experienced veterans will slowly spit out smoke from the corners of their mouths in this way to prevent the smoke from being detected by the enemy and caused shelling.

In addition, this will not block the smoke when you are aiming in an emergency. This habit will only be developed after long-term high-intensity battles.

But look at his figure, he didn't stand or sit, which is very contradictory to trench smoking, so there is only one answer, the other party is disguising!"

He told his reason for listing the middle-aged man as a suspicious person, Zuo Chong immediately ordered: "Secretly look for this person, see if he is still in the position just now, and tell everyone to be careful.

Our friend called and said that there was a mole lurking in the senior management of the National Government. If you find someone, don’t arrest me. Keep it closely monitored and follow the clues.”

After he finished speaking, he laughed and joked: "You kid still has some learning. You have to analyze problems more comprehensively. You can't be blinded. Okay, go, don't forget Guanshengyuan."

"Yes, the deputy seat's eyes are like lightning, and he is impressed by his humble duties."

Wu Chunyang skillfully gave out a horse p, raised his hand and greeted him and ran out with the photo. Since he knew his appearance, even if the other party left, he would not be able to escape on the military command territory!
Chapter completed!