The next day, as soon as he got to work, Cheng Xiaofeng checked the call records from yesterday. The call to the Special Higher Police Investigation Unit lasted only three seconds. It was a typical call to hand in a mission. The caller was a man in his fifties with a Shanghai accent.
Then, the Detective Unit's phone dialed Special Higher Police Line 11, which was Wang Xing's phone.
He continued to search for the records of the public phone booth before this time period. Sure enough, at 2:20, the Love Cafe opposite the Willy Grand Theater called this phone booth for five seconds.
Calling a public phone booth was not normal. This should be an assassination order.
At this point, this line was basically connected. This should be a killing trap planned by Wang Xing. But why did Wang Xing attack Translator Zhou? Was it just to kill a traitor?
Since it was an order signal, why did the deceased die about half an hour later?
Suddenly, he remembered that the movie tickets he bought yesterday were for two o'clock sharp. The ticket seller casually asked, It had already been more than twenty minutes since the match started. This meant that it was exactly 2:20 when he passed by the Willy Theater. He did a two-way illumination with Uncle Ho and continued to move forward without stopping. The person monitoring the cafe must have seen him pass by the entrance of the cinema and ordered the assassination.
This was a familiar assassination plot. He had personally directed a similar assassination ten days ago. He did not expect that the same assassination plot would fall on him ten days later.
Needless to say, there would definitely be news from the Special Higher Police when he went out. However, on second thought, it was already a routine for him to go to the gendarmerie. It was difficult to guarantee that he would not be caught by someone with ulterior motives.
So, Translator Zhou was his scapegoat!
Since that was the case, Cheng Xiaofeng immediately took a few photos and drove out of the Special Higher Police to confirm his speculation.
At the Love Cafe, Cheng Xiaofeng showed a few photos to the waiter. The waiter had been paying attention to the man wearing sunglasses yesterday and immediately pointed him out from the photos.
Cheng Xiaofeng smiled in satisfaction and said to the waiter,""If the person in the photo asks you, ask him for a gold bar.”
Seeing the waiter's confused face, Cheng Xiaofeng laughed and left.
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Wang Xing, who was sitting in his office, did not sleep well the whole night. He was a little dispirited.
During the morning meeting, Matsuta Yuta ordered Wang Xing to start the bombing of the army hospital ward and the assassination of Zhou's translator.
He only wanted to find Hu Junjie and Smiley Buddha to scold them. One was an old commander, and the other was an experienced person. He actually killed the wrong person. Damn it, this bow-legged guy's luck was really good. This time, the assassination failed and he alerted the enemy instead!
However, after thinking about it carefully, he really couldn't scold Hu Junjie like before. His identity and status had already been swapped with Hu Junjie. Currently, Hu Junjie was his superior, and Commander Dai's orders were conveyed through him.
In the past, when he commanded more than a hundred people in Shanghai Station, which subordinate would not be respectful to him? Which of the generals of the Shanghai garrison did not welcome him as the station chief? All the big bosses of the Shanghai mafia gave him face. But now, he only had a Japanese second lieutenant as his adjutant. Damn, that Japanese man was stuttering in Chinese, and it was hard to communicate with him. It turned out that all the brothers of the commander had gone to the investigation team, and the people in the intelligence team only listened to Cheng Xiaofeng and never took him, the deputy team leader, seriously. Most importantly, he was already labeled as a traitor.
Yesterday, he was still full of imposing manner. How did it disappear overnight? Thinking about it, he was just a soldier of the past, a dog of the Japanese. The Qing Gang's Smiling Buddha was just returning the favor and was eager to cut ties with him. He actually had nothing and could not hold anything!
Just as he was feeling depressed, he heard a knock on the door and said angrily,"Come in!"
It was the wretched man who came in. The car crash yesterday did not seem to have affected him. The person did not care about Wang Xing's disrespectful tone. He revealed a disgusting smile and said casually,"Right, Deputy Team Leader Wang, I forgot to tell you that the spy who betrayed you is Hu Junjie.”
Before Wang Xing could react, the door was slammed shut.
Wang Xing almost did not react in time. By the time he reacted, his face had already turned ashen.
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Hu Junjie had led the investigation team yesterday and pretended to turn the area around the incident upside down. The area within a few miles was in chaos. In the end, even the gendarmerie could not stand it anymore. Kimura Takuya, the acting operations team, shouted,""Hu Sang, you've gone too far!”
Motherf * cker, you little Japanese, you can fight as you wish, and we can share our glory as you wish. Anyway, the ones who died were your military police. I'm not going to serve them anymore. If you continue acting, the show will be a little too much. Let's call it a day.
After half the night, he brought the investigation team back to the station and lay on his bed. He cursed the Smiling Buddha and himself in his heart. Why didn't they prepare a photo?
As he cursed, his heart ached for the five gold bars!
When they woke up in the morning, the sky was already bright. Fortunately, Captain Inoue had given them half a day off yesterday because he saw that they had worked hard for the whole night.
Just as he was about to be in a daze for a while longer, Hu Junjie suddenly turned over and sat up on the bed. He was like a wooden statue, motionless. Sweat instantly seeped out and drenched his entire body.
How could he not know how powerful that person was? He knew that person's methods better than Wang Xing.
In the next moment, he dashed out of the room with his clothes disheveled. He almost flew onto the bicycle and started pedaling wildly. The bicycle ran wildly on the road like the wind. He almost broke the bicycle chain, but he didn't feel tired. He only had one thought in his mind. Hopefully, that person had not been found yet!
When he rushed into the Love Cafe and saw the waiter's surprised and incredulous expression, he knew that he was already too late.
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At noon on April 23rd, a passenger train slowly stopped at Shanghai North Station. On the platform were Japanese military policemen who stood in neat rows. Yesterday's assassination made the military police nervous again.
The slogan 'Greater East Asia's Common Prosperity' on the wall seemed out of place under the dazzling bayonet.
A few big wolfhounds stuck out their scarlet tongues and glared fiercely. From time to time, they would tighten their belts and pounce on the passengers who got off the bus. The investigation team and Japanese agents wearing combat hats patrolled everywhere. From time to time, they would pick out suspicious people from the crowd and bring them to the interrogation room for interrogation. He punched and kicked those who resisted.
This was the fallen Shanghai railway station. The passengers were driven to line up like livestock and subjected to strict searches like prisoners. Boxes and luggage were violently opened, and the items inside were randomly thrown on the ground.
The passengers were trembling in fear, afraid that they would cause trouble if they were not careful.
A middle-aged man in a long robe and a hat was carrying a rattan suitcase in his right hand. He was mixed in with the passengers and slowly moved toward the exit.
Suppressing the resentment in his chest, his cold gaze had been restrained, his originally upright body had become bent, and the humbleness of a subjugated slave was engraved on his numb face.
He couldn't forget the instructions of the leader of the detachment before he left, and he couldn't forget the mission of this trip. As the newly formed 4th Army, it had a lot of things to do at the beginning of its establishment. In addition to guns, ammunition, and food, it also had one more important job, which was to have the ability to treat the wounded. Therefore, while the new 4th Division was gathering their troops, the Military Department started to set up the Military Medical Department.
However, there was a lack of doctors and medicine in Wannan. To solve the medical problem, the military leaders thought of Shanghai, where there were relatively abundant resources and talents.
Su Yue was sent to Shanghai because of this. Their goal was to contact the Underground Party's Municipal Party Committee and the Eighth Office to gather medical equipment and gather medical personnel to go to the new Fourth Army. At the same time, they would establish a secret traffic line from Shanghai to Wannan.
Two weeks ago, a special agent sent by the new Fourth Army to Shanghai had just arrived in Shanghai. Unfortunately, he was captured by the special agent team of the military police and killed. Therefore, the new 4th Army attached great importance to Su Yue's trip to Shanghai. They were extra careful and used the highest security measures. This time, Su Yue was also responsible for a special task, which was to investigate the reason for the arrest of the last special agent. If the reason was not found out, it would always be a hidden danger.
Su Yue had come to Shanghai this time to prepare for a narrow escape. Fortunately, the last special agent had brought the radio code to the underground party committee in a special way before his execution. The underground party committee and the new Fourth Army had already contacted each other and made detailed plans for this meeting.
The Underground Party also attached great importance to the arrest of the special agent of the newly formed Fourth Army. They were very cautious about the arrangements for this meeting. They also strictly controlled the insiders. The radio station password was also strictly confidential to the sender and receiver. It was the Municipal Party Secretary, Lu Xiao, who personally translated and wrote the message. As the liaison for this meeting, he had withstood four. He was a veteran of the White Terror Trials and was very reliable.
The Nanjing-Shanghai railway departed from Nanjing West Station. In order to hide the departure point, Su Yue took a detour from Wannan to Nanjing and then from Nanjing to Shanghai. He did not expect to encounter the military police as soon as he got off the train. He hoped that they were not coming for him.
As some people with military characteristics were called out of the passenger team by the investigation team, Su Yue felt a little relieved. Obviously, the military police were targeting dangerous people.
The people who were brought out of the team were greeted by a leader with a sharp and sinister gaze. He grabbed the suspicious passengers 'hands one by one and checked their thumb joints. For those who had calluses and signs of wear and tear in the corresponding areas, the buttons on their clothes would be torn open, their shoulders checked, and then they would be taken away without any hesitation.
Su Yue somewhat understood why the special agent was identified.
He subconsciously gripped the handle of the rattan box. Because of the strength, the joints of his entire right hand had turned white. As a soldier, his right hand was used to holding a gun.
At this moment, his left hand was pressed against his top hat. His back was even more bent, and his expression was even more humble. Many pairs of eyes swept past him without stopping for too long.
At the checkpoint, under the eagle-like eyes of several agents, he nodded and opened the rattan box, letting the items inside fall out, and then opened them one by one.
A spy's gaze lingered on his right hand for a moment before he impatiently shooed him away. Because his right hand had been holding the rattan handle for a long time, there were red and white dents left on it, cleverly covering the traces of calluses.
When he successfully passed through the checkpoint, he saw the passengers who were taken to the interrogation room and released. He could not help but wonder how the previous special agent was exposed.
However, now was not the time to think about this. The first thing to do was to settle down because tomorrow was the day of the meeting.
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After lunch and sending his nine-year-old daughter Yueyue to school, Sun Liangxiu tidied up the house and dressed up in front of the mirror before leaving the house elegantly.
Sun Liangxiu came from a prominent family in Jiangnan and received a good education since childhood. He came into contact with red thoughts early, but he had an unfortunate marriage. With the establishment of the Anti-Japanese United Front, in order to strengthen the power of the Shanghai Underground Party, she and her husband evacuated the original city and came to Shanghai.
This afternoon, her husband, Ke Zhendong, was responsible for picking up her children from school. Her husband worked in a Japanese shipping company. He had a lot of freedom and a good income. The family lived a peaceful life. In the years of war, they looked forward to a peaceful life.
This was her second marriage. It was a marriage that she liked from the bottom of her heart. That man respected her, was considerate of her, and more importantly, shared the same beliefs as her.
Today was Saturday, the last shift of the telephone class. Tomorrow was the bi-weekly holiday. Before her daughter left the house, she had already planned the place to play tomorrow. She would go to the horse racing hall to watch the horse races. Sometimes, she felt that her daughter had the temperament of a boy and lacked the silence that a little girl should have.
Of course, she wouldn't object to her daughter's interest in horse racing. However, this depended on her husband's arrangement. This Sunday of every month was the fixed time for her husband to meet with the organization.
The anti-Japanese united front changed the focus of the Shanghai underground party's work. It stopped the long-term struggle with the Zhongtong and set up a 'working committee' and a 'group committee' in the concession to publicize the anti-Japanese war, organize and mobilize workers and the masses to carry out the anti-Japanese national salvation movement.
In stark contrast to the anti-Japanese national salvation movement on the island, before the Battle of Shanghai was completely over, Sun Liangxiu, who had studied in Japan, was arranged to enter Hongqiao area and become submissive people in the occupied area. The purpose was to get close to the Japanese occupation army base camp in Shanghai and find an opportunity to enter the Japanese government.
At the beginning of the year, Sun Liangxiu seized the opportunity to participate in the recruitment of the operator of the Hongkou telephone class and successfully entered the peripheral organization telephone class of the Japanese Special Higher Police.
Her husband, Ke Zhendong, had also changed his job nature. His identity had also begun to be low-key. He had left the politically-sensitive newspaper industry and entered a Japanese shipping company in time to become a staff member serving the Japanese. An underground worker who had been fighting with the Central Committee for ten years had left the organization and lurked in the Japanese occupied area, becoming her liaison and guardian.
Their family was like a chess piece that had infiltrated the Japanese information network. Even though they were just a telephone operator, they were still at the edge of the Japanese government information network.
In fact, the call records of those Japanese agencies were also a source of intelligence. She deliberately recorded the call records of the Japanese Army Headquarters, Navy Headquarters, Military Police, Special Higher Police, and other important departments. The frequency of the phone calls, the voice behind the phone, the power of the person behind the phone, and the change of the owner of the phone had already formed an outline in her mind. If he analyzed it, it would be useful for some missions.
If she performed well during the telephone traffic class, she would still have a chance to enter the Special Higher Police's communications department. At that time, she would be able to come into contact with substantial information.
Also, because of her identity as a telephone operator, she was given a special pass. Her authority was second only to that of the Special Higher Police. She could freely enter and exit various roadblocks without being questioned. The Japanese military police would bow when they saw this pass.
She envied those comrades who participated in the war against Japan and wanted to do something practical for the organization with their privileges and status. However, she understood the organization's good intentions.
In the past six months, they only knew two people from the Shanghai underground party. One was the contact of the underground party, and the other was the municipal party secretary, Lu Xiao. The organization had never allowed them to participate in the anti-Japanese national salvation operation. Not only did they not allow them to participate, but they also did not allow them to participate in any missions. They did not even require her to provide any information. Hiding, accumulating strength, waiting for the right opportunity.
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