Ancient city, Chang'an.

It has been half a year since she was transferred to the Gucheng stationmaster from Shanghai. The days here are much quieter than in Shanghai, but there is also the shadow of swords and swords.

The infiltration of Japanese spies here is not very good, but there is a kind of people, there are too many here, and they can even walk openly on the streets...

This made Zheng Jiayuan very uncomfortable.

Before he came here, he went to Boss Dai's secret secretary in Chongqing. Boss Dai, who had always been stingy, actually prepared a table of good wine and dishes to treat him to a meal.

The meal of Boss Dai is not that delicious. Sure enough, the meal was frightened.

Boss Dai sent him to the ancient city, and the person he really wanted to deal with was his own.

Although political views are different.

But after all, it is now a joint anti-Japanese war. Zheng Jiayuan understands the ideas of the people above, but he is a person with some conscience after all.

These truly anti-Japanese people are worthy of admiration.

If I had known it, it would be better to stay in Shanghai. Although it was dangerous, don’t face such complex and difficult to make decisions.

The Communist Party does not engage in assassination, so it is safe even if it does not bring the guards out. Of course, the Japanese spies are still worried.

But the person the Japanese spies in the ancient city feared the most was not the Military Control Commission, but the Communist Party.

Because as soon as they appear, they will be removed from the root. Sometimes, their people always realize it later, and the operation team at the ancient city station became a corpse collection team.

Of course, if you don’t want the credit, you can report it.

Everyone is used to this kind of good thing, without having to live in life and death, and there are also contributions, bounties, and promotion and wealth.

In the past six months, Zheng Jiayuan's waist circumference has increased a lot, at least twenty kilograms heavier than when he was in Shanghai. The consequence is that his physical fitness has plummeted, hey...

"Splash a bowl of oil on the noodles, add more spicy food..."

"Okay, wait."

When he came to the ancient city, he fell in love with this kind of pasta. He never got tired of eating it. He had to serve a bowl almost every day. He was still upset if he didn't eat it, and even couldn't sleep.

I don’t know if the owner of this restaurant he often eats gives the noodles special seasonings. Later, he went to another noodle shop to try it once, but found that it was not the case.

The boss's face full of wrinkles and wrinkles smiled, so simple and peaceful, and it could make people forget about intrigue and intrigue.

The tasks assigned by Boss Dai must be completed. If there is no progress, with Boss Dai's temper, I am afraid that his good days will come to an end.

"Boss, I discovered a secret radio station of the Communist Party..."

"What, where did you find it?" Zheng Jiayuan ate the noodles, his mouth full of oil, and asked casually. He could hear such news almost every few days.

He was tired of hearing it, but when he left, he was nothing. Sometimes, he could accidentally lead the Japanese spies. He even doubted whether the Communist Party deliberately gave him information and then made him make meritorious service.

This absurd idea only exists in your mind for a moment and then gets rid of it immediately. You cannot have this idea, otherwise it will really form a dependence.

“In Chunhe Street…”

"Go and go and have a look?"

"Let's just go there like this?"

"What, you want to call dozens of people, live ammunition, if there is really a secret underground radio station, how could they not have hoped for the wind? Seeing our people would have run away long ago." Zheng Jiayuan glared and said, "We also need to learn from others, put on makeup and investigate first, and then talk about it."

"But Section Chief Cai has brought people there?"

"Cai Rou, who told her to go there? Without my order, she dared to take action first and then report?"

“…”

Chunhe Street.

“Which company?”

"Just the one in front..."

The door was open and there seemed to be no movement inside. Zheng Jiayuan observed himself at the door and said to the young follower: "You stay, I'll go in and take a look."

"Boss, it's dangerous, should I go in first?"

"Get out of here, don't ask for trouble." Zheng Jiayuan scolded without hesitation, raised his foot and walked in. The yard was quite small, and after passing through it, it was the main room.

The main door is also open.

Zheng Jiayuan frowned, pulled out his portable gun, pressed his anger, stepped in carefully, and glanced to the left, and was stunned.

Cai Rou and a woman were sitting there, drinking tea, talking and laughing.

And this woman is...
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