After passing Suzhou Bridge along Zhapu Road, Cheng Xiaofeng got out of the car. Like a tourist, he strolled along the shore. He blended into the crowd and was inconspicuous.
Near the New Tianan Church, he leaned on a stone block and looked down. There were fishing boats by the river, and there were a few old men fishing on the boat.
At this time, Ichiro Suzuki was also lying on the stone block in the distance and looking down. Cheng Xiaofeng waved for him to come over, and Ichiro Suzuki walked over in confusion.
"Cheng Sang, what do you mean? Didn't you tell me to stay far away?”
"I mean, can a Buddhist believe in God?”
Ichiro Suzuki scratched his head and looked back at the exquisite church. He muttered,""You said that your luck today is blessed by God. Why don't we go and ask?”
"No need, let's go!"
The two of them walked from the Bund to Sichuan Road, then along Sichuan Road to Nanjing Road. They turned around Nanjing Road and continued back to Sichuan Road.
Cheng Xiaofeng walked and stopped, and Ichiro Suzuki also walked and stopped. Just like that, they returned to Sichuan Road one after another.
They continued along Sichuan Road until they reached Mitsui Trading Company. As expected, Mitsui Trading Company closed its doors.
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Cheng Xiaofeng didn't stop at all. He continued to move forward. In a cafe on the left, he saw four people inside through the glow of the setting sun. The four people were talking and laughing. He recognized one of the two young men. The man had just arrived in Shanghai from Japan the day before yesterday. He was probably on a special mission. Although he did not know his name, he saw that Matsuta Yuta had personally met him and accompanied him. Today, Mitsui's special training was to cooperate with this person.
As for the other young man, Cheng Xiaofeng did not recognize him. However, he was certain that this person was from Mitsui.
It seemed that this Liu Yuexin was really a spy. She was able to get in touch with Mitsui's people so quickly. However, due to his lack of experience, he had underestimated the Japanese beside him. Someone who could be accompanied by Matsuda Yuta was not an ordinary person.
His thoughts spun, but his footsteps did not stop. Ichiro Suzuki was indeed the leader of the operation. Through the window, he also noticed the people inside, but he only saw the eye-catching Little Red.
The setting sun shone on her face, and she was intoxicated by the romantic atmosphere.
He paused for a moment before Cheng Xiaofeng waved his hand to stop him. His eyes were filled with confusion, but he continued to move forward without batting an eyelid.
Ichiro Suzuki admired the unfathomable Cheng Xiaofeng.
"Suzuki-kun, do you know who the person next to Xiao Hong is?”
"Who is it?"
"He's the one who came to the Special Higher Police yesterday and was personally received by Director Matsuta.”
"Cheng Sang, are you spying on him?"
"Suzuki-kun, before things are clear, we shouldn't publicize this matter.”
"Alright, Cheng Sang, I'll listen to you! What should we do?"
"The other party is an expert. If we are not careful, we will expose our whereabouts, especially you. The characteristics of a Japanese officer are too obvious. Why were you daydreaming opposite the cafe just now? Fortunately, the sunset caused backlighting. Otherwise, you would have been discovered immediately.”
"Alright, I'll be more careful next time. This time, I'll hide further away.”
"Alright, just follow me from afar. Don't be in a hurry to find me even if you lose me.”After saying that, he looked at the sky. Dark clouds began to rise in the sky.
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After Liu Yuexin and Xiao Hong left in a rickshaw, Yamamoto Kenzo and Kondo Tomie were still standing in place.
When the two of them turned around and were about to walk back, they saw a wretched Chinese man walking towards them.
The wretched Chinese man had a strange look in his eyes.
Yamamoto Kenzo immediately became alert and reached his hand into his pocket.
The Chinese man waved his hand at him and showed him a blue ID with three words printed on it: Special Higher Police.
"He's your bodyguard, right? Are you from Mitsui?”
"Yes, what do you need?"
"Can you leave for a moment?" This sentence was spoken in Japanese and had a dignified tone.
"It's okay, Yamamoto."
The thing that Yamamoto Kenzo was most worried about did not happen, so he cooperated and kept a distance away.
The wretched man turned around and walked to a stone block on the shore. He pressed his hands on the stone block and looked at the river.
Without much hesitation, Kondo Tomie walked to the man's side and looked at the river like a pair of good friends.
"Thank you for your cooperation. I only have three questions! You have to answer truthfully and keep it a secret!”
"Alright, go ahead!"
"Mitsui is on holiday today.”
"Yes, it's me."
"Why is the line always busy?"
"Well, we have two phones in two different offices. I was afraid of running back and forth, so I took one phone off and caused the line to be busy. Because many customers know that we have two phones. One phone is busy and they will call the other.”
"The phone number that's busy?"
"The busy number is 4787.”
"Are you sure?"
"Of course. That's right, this is the fourth question.”
"Alright, it doesn't matter which one it is. As long as you explain the busy line problem clearly, it'll be fine! Your name, please cooperate?"
"Kondo Tomie!"
"Thank you, Mr. Kondo. Sorry to disturb you!”
"Thank you? No need. Can I go now?"
"Of course!"
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After watching the two leave, Ichiro Suzuki came to Cheng Xiaofeng's side after a long time. Seeing Cheng Xiaofeng in deep thought, he couldn't help but ask,""Cheng Sang, why did you take the initiative to approach him? Didn't we agree to follow him?"
"I just wanted to ask Mitsui a few questions to clear up some doubts.”He patted the stone block and let out a long sigh of relief."Let's go!"
Cheng Xiaofeng's anxious heart relaxed a little. Although there was still a loophole in Liu Yuexin's record, the 4786 number was busy, but this was no longer a matter of principle. It could be said that the two numbers were mixed up, or it could be said that the record was wrong.
His actions were completely normal as he performed his duties as an agent. There was nothing wrong with it. However, could he hide today's matter from the mysterious person who had just arrived yesterday?
For some reason, he felt that this person would bring danger, or perhaps the annihilation of their group.
Just now, he had sent out the information through a special channel, and Xiao Shan had already taken the information. The second assassination was about to begin, but this time, Feng Yuan had to personally take action. The target was a valuable target in the Japanese occupied area, and he had to kill it from a long distance. Zhou Hui had already left too many clues at the scene. Who knew if there would be a second long hair on the cap and clothes? Curly long hair!
Yesterday, they were able to bring guns into the Japanese occupied area, but today, they couldn't. Twelve checkpoints in and out of the concession were strictly checked.
As such, he could only activate the last safe house in the Hua Realm, where Feng Yuan's assassination weapon was located.
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For the sake of a few safe houses and the necessary items, the team spent nearly half of the activity funds. The lack of funds had always been a dilemma for the team.
In the end, after the war, there was only one safe house left in the Chinese world. This was Cheng Xiaofeng's refuge at a critical time. If it was used, its safety factor would be reduced. With the skyrocketing housing prices in Shanghai and the lack of housing resources in the Chinese world, it was almost impossible to find another safe place.
Before this, the battle was in turmoil, and the team had never asked Feng Ti for funds. Even if they did, they couldn't transfer them over.
The assassination mission this time was very strange. He needed to communicate with Feng Ti face to face.
Therefore, another part of Cheng Xiaofeng's information was to ask Old Xiang to return to his hometown to solve the problem of lack of money and to clarify the purpose of the mission.
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In Xiaoshan, every afternoon, he would go around the Suzhou River near the church to see the fishing boat, the scenery on the other side, and pay attention to whether there were any traces left on the stone pier.
The secret channel he was in charge of was one-way, and he only had the right to receive information.
This afternoon, he went to the river again and lay on the stone pier. His originally calm expression suddenly changed. There was a crack in the stone block, a crack three inches long, and a small ball of paper was stuffed into the left side of the crack.
He did not take out the paper ball because it did not have much content. It only represented one location, one of the five secret mailbox.
The so-called secret email address was also called a dead email address. It was an email address that would not be sent. It might be a public billboard, a secret corner of a wall, or an open-air mailbox.
This small ball of paper could be placed on the left, left, middle, right, and right of the stone crevice, allowing people to see it clearly at a glance.
Moreover, this paper ball had only appeared three times in the previous two years. This was the fourth time it had appeared.
The appearance of this paper ball meant that there was an important message that needed to be conveyed.
Xiao Shan didn't go back to the church directly today. Instead, he went to the bustling Nanjing Road and quickly found a piece of information at a secret location.
Therefore, Xiao Shan called a rickshaw and headed to Yu Yuan Road. After doing the same anti-tracking investigation, he walked into Maofeng Tea Shop.
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In the normal operation of the team, Xiao Shan's role was dispensable. He was a backup for the entire team.
There was a secret radio station in the New Tianan Church. Xiao Shan had a second set of passwords to contact Feng Ti, which had not been used yet. Xiao Shan had almost never used it except for the routine secret call to maintain the electrical network.
Judging from Xiao Shan's refined appearance and unhurried manner, his ability to act should be the weakest in the group. He did not know that there were other people in the group. The only person who contacted him was Old He from Maofeng Tea House.
Other than Uncle Ho, the entire team didn't know about Cheng Xiaofeng's existence. They didn't even know who the person that the team was protecting was, and that person's guardian was Uncle Ho.
Uncle Ho was the second brain of the team, and the first brain was Cheng Xiaofeng. He was the one who planned the assassination last time.
Uncle Ho was the one who gave the orders to the team.
Uncle Ho was also puzzled by the fact that his superior had ordered the assassination of a traitorous station chief.
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Uncle Ho saw Xiao Shan walk into the tea shop and knew that there was news from the other side.
"Boss, a packet of tea leaves!"
"Alright! Now, there's a new tea of good quality. Do you want two taels?”
The two of them exchanged pleasantries.
"Xiao Xiang, go buy a pack of cigarettes.”
Xiao Shan passed the information to Uncle Ho when he saw Xiao Xiang run out of the door.
"Please wait a moment. I'll go and weigh two taels for you now.”Old Xiang's voice was clearly much louder than before, even though there was no one around.
The information was handed out together with the money, even if there was no one in the shop.
This was a written report.
Cousin Qin: Second Uncle is just sick and has been hospitalized. He will be fine in a month or two. The next thing to do is to look for Third Uncle or First Uncle. They're still staying in the old house. You can arrange it as soon as possible. He didn't have enough money for the medical fees here. He went back to his hometown to withdraw some money and ask how his second uncle got this illness.
Uncle Ho kept the information and nodded."During this period, if you receive any information, you will be responsible for sending it out. You will only be able to return after a week. If someone asks you to do something, just say my name. You have to do your best, even if it means sacrificing yourself.”
"Good! I understand!"
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After Feng Yuan got off work from the company, he took the No. 1 streetcar. When he passed Yuyuan Road, he saw Xiao Xiang of Maofeng Tea Shop watching a game of chess beside the newsstand. So, he got out of the car and entered the tea shop after dodging.
" Today's assassination mission failed. The target is not dead. However, you still have to carry out two assassination missions. The target is uncertain. This address is a safe house in the Hua Realm. There are weapons you are familiar with inside. The faster, the better!”Uncle Ho whispered to Feng Yuan and handed him a key.
"How about today?"
"Sure!"
"Alright! I'll act now. The enemy won't be on guard against us returning.”
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Feng Yuan walked out of the Maofeng tea shop with two tea bags and continued to take the streetcar home. He changed into black clothes, black pants, and cloth shoes, and put down all the things that could prove his identity.
After taking two steps, he felt that something was missing in his hand. He picked up two taels of tea bags and walked out of the door. They took a rickshaw to the nearest checkpoint. The checkpoint was very strict. All the boxes that might carry weapons had to be opened. The small paper bag of two taels of tea leaves was naturally not included in the inspection. Feng Yuan successfully entered the Hua Jie again. At this time, the Chinese territory was completely occupied by Japan. Patrol officers could be seen everywhere.
There were three five-story apartments, and the one in the middle was where the safe house was. The top floor had been bombed, and the main structure was intact. It was obvious that it had been repaired.
On the third floor, Feng Yuan opened a door. The house was fully furnished. There were two rooms, one bright and one dark. There was rice, a first aid kit, two old leather suitcases, a high-end suit and a pair of leather shoes in a large cabinet. It seemed that Uncle Ho had prepared these clothes for him so that he could change into them when he left. He tried on the clothes and leather shoes, but they were a little loose. In the middle of the cabinet, there was a modified 1930 Mosin. A rifle, a 3.5x scope, and fifty bullets.
Model 1930 Mosinagan, 7.62mm caliber, direct-acting principle, simple structure, few faults, good combat performance, combat firing rate of 10-20 rounds per minute, killing range of 2000 meters, because of the large diameter of the bullet, the lethality was obviously higher than the Type 38 rifle.
In addition to the Mosinagan, there were two Type 97 grenades, also known as cantaloupes, three pistols, namely the Southern Type 14, Browning M1911, and C96. There were 100 rounds of ammunition, several magazines, and two daggers.
These weapons all came from the underworld. This Mosin-Nagan was bought by Feng Yuan from the underworld and personally modified and verified.
"Old man, I think you should be here. Tonight, we'll go kill the Japanese.”
The wait was not long.
Feng Yuan did not have any other bad habits. He neither smoked nor drank alcohol, which was a taboo for agents. His only hobby was drinking tea, which he had learned from Uncle Ho. Besides, he would always bring some tea leaves out every time he met up to hide his eyes and ears. This hobby was also a good cover.
So, he opened the paper bag, took out the tea leaves, boiled water to make a cup of tea, and quietly waited for the night to come.
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At the turn of spring and summer, the weather was also unpredictable. The sun was still shining brightly in the afternoon, but not long after night fell, a few thunderbolts sounded and the rain began to fall.
This was a frontal rain. The cold air mass and the warm air mass met, and the warm air mass was lifted up, forming a rain. It mostly occurred at the junction of spring and summer. Because it was caused by strong airflow, it could cause the temperature to drop sharply.
The sky gradually darkened, and the Japanese Army Headquarters on Sichuan North Road was heavily guarded. This was the headquarters of the Japanese Navy Special Marine Corps in Shanghai. It was also the headquarters of the East China region of the Shanghai dispatched army. Now, it was the headquarters of the Shanghai garrison and the headquarters of the army. It was the headquarters of the Japanese army in Shanghai and the highest nerve center.
Not far southeast of the headquarters, there was a road that was originally Taoyuan Road. Later, cherry blossoms were planted, so it was called Cherry Blossom Road. In half a year, more than a dozen Japanese restaurants had opened, and the entire street was decorated like the streets of Tokyo.
With the rise of restaurants, the street next to them was renamed Fuji Road, and more than a dozen brothels of various sizes opened.
Now, the Japanese soldiers were the most respected group in the island country, and they were also the richest group. After experiencing the Battle of Songhu, soldiers were used to seeing life and death. When he came here, it was as if he had returned to his hometown. He was willing to spend money in these places.
I don't know whether I'll live or die tomorrow, I only know whether I'll be happy or drunk tonight.
Therefore, this place became the main place for many Japanese military officers to go after work. It was also a communication center for communication. Many high-ranking military officers also chose to have banquets here. Eating Japanese food and watching Japanese geishas also became the trend of Shanghai's high-ranking officials.
Due to the heavy rain, some high-ranking officers gave up on walking on the road that was originally not far from the headquarters. Therefore, cars drove out of the main gate of the army headquarters in the dark rain.
On a rooftop 300 meters away from Sakura Road, a black shadow leaned against the mountain, almost becoming one with the mountain. A black muzzle and a black scope flashed through the gaps of several buildings. Through the scope, one could see a restaurant called Mishimatei 300 meters away, as well as the area more than ten meters in front of the restaurant.
The cold rain fell on the brim of his hat and dripped down along the brim, not into his eyes. As long as his eyes weren't disturbed, his accuracy wouldn't be affected. Although his body was drenched and his lips were starting to turn purple, being calm was the mentality that a sniper had to adjust before firing. The weather was good, and he had already reached the best shooting state.
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