"Then I wonder, why don't we destroy that list as soon as possible after we find it? If the Japanese get it, wouldn't it be easier to find our underground party in North China?"

The little fat man was a little suspicious of the identity of the person in front of him. The ghost seemed to realize this and immediately explained:

"Do you think we don't want to do this, but for some special reasons, we have to keep this list!

I believe you also know that many underground party members with special identities are single-line contacts, and it just so happens that something happened to their online and offline, so they can’t find the organization or the organization!

And this list allows us to re-determine where these special underground party members are, because they also have very important information!

Something happened in North China recently. Several underground parties have obtained the same important information, but have lost contact with the organization. Therefore, we must find them in time!"

To put it bluntly, although their underground transportation system is relatively rigorous and the possibility of identity exposure is very low, once an emergency occurs, the Japanese cannot find these underground party members, and their own people cannot find these people, and intelligence officers will lose contact at that time.

The little fat man understood that the emotional organization wanted to bring together the original underground party members.

"Okay, I understand, so where are we going to start looking for it next?"

The most important task of Li Feng coming to Nanjing was to find the booklet, but the organization didn't say anything at the beginning.

The ghost thought about it carefully, and then said to Li Feng in front of him:

"That list was taken to the south by a major general of the Japanese, and the major general of the Japanese, and something happened to him in the middle of the Japanese, and I don't know where to lose the booklet!

According to the clues I have obtained so far, there are several places that are questionable, one of which is the Archives Office of the Nanjing Devils Gendarmerie, which stores many archives.

And the Japanese didn't notice the booklet in time, so I think the things might be placed there!"

Li Feng, the chief prison of the military police, has been there several times, but he has not thought about stealing information there.

"Does that brochure just record the list of underground traffic personnel in North China? You won't frame me, right?"

The little fat man didn't want to just perform the task in a daze, so he wanted to ask some things clearly, but the ghost didn't collect much, just explained vaguely:

"Of course, it is impossible that the booklet only records some lists. It also records the specific situation of underground traffic personnel in the Jiangnan area.

There are even records of some special intelligence locations. In short, that thing is like a transportation hub connecting the information gathered from all directions!”

The fat man seemed to understand a little. He lost an important item in his emotional organization. He was a little curious about how the underground party member lost this thing.

Gui seemed to see Li Feng's doubts again, and then smiled and answered for him:

"This booklet was not lost by our underground party members, but a traitor appeared inside us and handed over this thing to the Japanese.

But because this traitor was shot dead by us before he could tell the information about the booklet, the Japanese did not know the specific contents in it!"

"Another traitor!"

The little fat man has received all kinds of negative information recently. He feels that his emotions are almost unbearable. Why have so many traitors appeared in recent times?

Since the ghost said that the information might be in the Xiamen team archives room, the little fat man was ready to continue walking for a while.

Just as the ghost was about to leave, the little fat man asked another question:

"By the way, I want to ask you about someone?

This person’s name is Zhao Fucheng. I wonder if you have heard of it?”

When the ghost heard Li Feng say this name, he smiled bitterly. Of course he knew what this little fat man was going to do.

"It seems you want to avenge your parents!"

"That's of course, he betrayed my parents and the country. If he doesn't cut off the head of this person and feed the dog, I'm sorry for my pride as a Chinese soldier!"

"He is coming to Nanjing now, and you will see him soon. But I think you should not kill him before completing the mission, otherwise it will be difficult for you to explain to the Japanese!"

The ghost said this to remind Li Feng again that tasks should be the most important thing and temporarily put aside personal grudges.

The fat man bowed to the ghost and smiled:

"Of course I wouldn't be so stupid that I rushed up and killed him, I also have companions.

And if I want to kill someone, I don’t need to do it myself, and I can also let them bite the dog!"

The ghost seemed to have a certain understanding of Li Feng, so he didn't want to persuade this guy, but jumped out of the window and left.

The girl woke up in a short while, but unfortunately the fat man had disappeared.

Don’t think that Li Feng is safe now. At this moment, he is not safe at all, because just after walking out of the door, he found that there were many reporters standing here.

He seemed to understand why the ghost walked so fast, and it was very strange when he left, as if he wanted Li Feng to ask for blessings. He didn't understand yet, and thought it was his own illusion and now he understood what was going on.

"Mr. Li Feng, is it a violation of the Eighth Route Army's military discipline when you are swaggering in your kilns like this?"

Damn, this reporter must have been called by the Japanese. The fat man swung it out without saying a word and then scolded.

"I just came in and saw the situation here. Besides, it's less than half an hour since I came in. Do you think I'm so fast?"

As a man, he hates others the most and says he is soon, so this reporter is not wronged at all.

So these reporters were not afraid at all, but continued to force each other.

"Then what are you here for? I heard that the Eighth Route Army's military system clearly stipulates that if you go to the kiln, you will be shot dead by the military law!"

"Didn't you tell me? I'm just here to experience it. There is no regulation in the military discipline of our Eighth Route Army that is not allowed to experience it here?"

Damn, Li Feng knew that this was Tengtian's work, so he always wanted to force himself over.

Unfortunately, the fat guy couldn't let the other party get what he wanted. At this moment, many mad dogs came out from somewhere.

Originally, everyone thought it was nothing, but later they found that these mad dogs seemed to be coming to reporters, and they were bitten one by one and were crying and shouting.

At this moment, Li Feng saw an acquaintance not far away gesture to him. At first, he didn't understand, but later he seemed to understand what the other party said.

Boss, run away!

Li Feng, who had reacted, quickly ran away with a touch of oil on his feet. It was not because he was afraid that these reporters would catch up with him, but because he was afraid that these mad dogs would bite him.
Chapter completed!