Just as the situation in Chongqing was stabilizing, the agents fighting far away in Shanghai reached its most cruel and intense moment.

In the city of Shanghai, gunfire sounds almost every night. The agents of the Shanghai station are completely experiencing every price and are constantly launching attacks on the officials of the pseudo-government, causing the situation in Shanghai to be in a panic and tense. This situation has been going on for several months. Not to mention Japanese and puppet agents, the losses suffered by the Shanghai station itself are extremely huge.

The operation team members under Wang Hanmin have almost changed. The original team brought back from Wuhan has long been lost. The more than a dozen operation team members brought from the headquarters have been sacrificed in several assassinations against Wang Baihai. Even the guard Luo Wuqing, the bureau guard, was seriously injured in an operation and almost died.

As for the lost operation team members, most of them died on the spot, and the rest fell into the hands of the No. 76 Agent Headquarters. Many people finally survived the torture, surrendered to the pseudo-government and turned the gun to their former comrades.

Now, except for a few cadres and old members of the Shanghai Intelligence Station, the other members are all newcomers transferred from the National Salvation Army that is active in southern Jiangsu.

In a house in a civilian area, the room was messy. Wang Hanmin, the stationmaster of Shanghai Intelligence Station, was packing up some of the documents in his hand. At this time, the Intelligence Director Guan Han walked in quickly.

"Webmaster, it's almost done, you can evacuate at any time."

"Retreat immediately, don't delay!" Wang Hanmin nodded.

After saying that, he looked at the furnishings in the house with some regrets and said self-deprecatingly: "This house is good, but unfortunately he hasn't sat down yet, so he is about to run away again. Fortunately, many things have not been unpacked, otherwise it will be even more troublesome."

Over the past period of time, the Shanghai Intelligence Station has almost shot and changed places. Not to mention the site of the operation personnel, even the intelligence station has been moved several times, which has made everyone exhausted. However, Wang Hanmin did not dare to be careless at all. As long as there is a slight possibility of exposure, he would immediately move the location. Fortunately, his caution, so the intelligence station is still safe, otherwise he would have been found on the 76th.

The two of them packed their belongings in a row and walked out the door together. Several officers in the yard were loading their luggage on the cart.

At this time, the telecommunications chief Zhang Yong walked over with a rattan box in his hand, which was a new radio station.

He looked at Wang Hanmin and asked quickly: "Webmaster! Will you leave now?"

Wang Hanmin nodded and said, "Well, let's go immediately. Three more people have been lost in this operation. I still don't know how to live or die. There is one person here who knows this location. We must evacuate immediately. It's too conspicuous for everyone to go together. You take the telecommunications department to leave first. The radio station must be watched, and I will arrive later!"

Zhang Yong nodded and took the order quickly with a few people.

Wang Hanmin and Guan Han also went out, locked the gate of the courtyard, and then walked in the other direction with several guards.

Wang Hanmin asked in a low voice as he walked, "How is the location of the operation team transferred?"

Guan Han nodded and said, "It has been arranged. I have prepared these places before. There is no problem with safety. However, the safe house I have left. I need to find some spares as soon as possible. After I have resettled it, I will go around the place. If there is a suitable one, I will rent it first!"

Speaking of this, he looked at Wang Hanmin, hesitated for a moment, and said again: "Webmaster, you often walk by the river, so you can't get any mistakes. If you continue to fight like this, something will happen sooner or later. Besides, the losses are too great. The new personnel are not capable, and there will be losses almost every time they take action. Can we... can we take a break?"

The intelligence station is in a difficult situation now, and all the personnel are nervous from top to bottom, and they always turn a blind eye to sleep. The continuous loss of personnel has also made the entire intelligence station feel depressed and they have begun to feel war-weary.

Of course, Wang Hanmin knew this well. His subordinates were indeed unable to fight again, but he was not willing to do so. He smiled bitterly and said, "You are talking lightly, rest? Now the bureau has given a dead order. The funds and personnel are unlimited support. In short, even if you fight for your life, you must fight to the end with the pseudo-government! No matter what casualties or the price! We dare to slack off, then Wu Huarong and the others can solve us on the spot and take over the intelligence station directly."

Speaking of this, he sighed: "We have no way out, we can only fight."

In the Shanghai Intelligence Station, Wu Huarong and his group, who had a status of no less than Wang Hanmin, also received an order from the headquarters to not only participate in the entire assassination operation, but also had the mission of supervising Wang Hanmin. How could Wang Hanmin dare to be negligent?

Guan Han also knew that Wang Hanmin was currently in a difficult situation. Wang Hanmin was originally a cautious person and did not agree to fight against the Japanese and the pseudo-government at all.

However, the intention of the headquarters is more obvious. The pseudo-government was established in Shanghai, and the military strength was difficult, so it could only be used to attack. Therefore, the bureau needs to make some moves in Shanghai to show the efforts of the Military Intelligence Bureau to the commission. This is a political chess and has to use such extreme means.

The two of them were in a depressed mood and had no words all the way, so they rushed to the transfer location.

On the afternoon of that day, Guan Han had arranged everything, changed into a dress, dressed up as a businessman, and came to a real estate agency in the western street of the French Concession.

House rental in Shanghai has always been a booming business, with a large number of migrant population constantly pouring in, and more residences and housing sources are needed to be resettled, so many real estate agencies have been set up one after another.

This is Guan Han’s first time to come to this real estate agency. For safety reasons, he only goes to each real estate agency once. As long as he transfers the location, he goes to a new company to find a property. Anyway, there are many such companies in the Shanghai Concession, which is enough for him to choose.

Guan Han looked up at the signboard, then walked forward and pushed the door in. He saw that there were already many people staying in a hall, some talking in a low voice, and some looking at the notices on the houses on the walls.

Several brokers interspersed and explained something to customers from time to time. Guan Han did not go directly to find the broker, but came to the wall, carefully looked at the house notices, and carefully searched.

Soon, his eyes lit up and he soon discovered a house that suited his requirements. It was located in a relatively remote area and was large enough to place the mobile team members in a centralized manner and avoid dispersed personnel and unmanageable, which provided great security guarantees.

Guan Han was happy that this kind of property is difficult to find in normal times. He often took a long time to search for real estate companies everywhere. Sometimes he couldn't find one for several days, but today's luck was really good.

Guan Han immediately pulled an agent, pointed to a property on the notice, and asked, "Brother, is this house still in hand?"

The house broker is a young man who spoke Shanghainese and nodded quickly and replied: "It's still in your hand. This is just posted the day before yesterday. This boss, you have a good idea. Such a house is hard to find on weekdays. Now in the concession, there are not many houses like this. Although the location is a bit off, it is no longer suitable to open a small factory or workshop. This little house is made back by transferring the house. I tell you that if you don't rent it now, it will be gone one day later..."

This house economy is very eloquent and talks freely, and soon praises the property as if the customer doesn't rent his house, just like losing money in the water for nothing.

Guan Han didn't say much, but interrupted him directly and said, "Okay, I look good, but I have to let me see the house!"

The real estate agent saw that Guan Han was indeed interested in renting it, and was overjoyed. The area of ​​this property was not small, the transaction amount was not small, and his commission was indispensable. He nodded quickly, greeted the manager, and took Guan Han out of the hall.

After leaving the door, he waved to the rickshaw waiting on the side and said, "This place is a little far away, just near the sandy land west of the concession. We are going to walk for a while."

Guan Han smiled and nodded without saying anything. The two got on two rickshaws and headed west. When they reached the place, the two got off.

Guan Han looked around and saw that there were no large buildings around, all of which were low tiled houses. There were fewer pedestrians on the road, most of which were coarse cloth short clothes, obviously they were ordinary families. He couldn't help but nod. The location here was very suitable for his wishes.

The agent took Guan Han for a while and soon arrived at the entrance of a courtyard. At this moment, the door suddenly opened and two men in suits walked out quickly.

A middle-aged man looked ugly. While walking, he kept scolding and his mouth was full of muscular accent, which was obviously a northern accent.

A young man next to him was also wearing a work suit, dressed very similar to the house agent next to Guan Han, and he also held a file bag in his hand. The two seemed to be in the same journey. The young man kept persuading him and pulled the middle-aged man out.

"Who are these people? If you want to ask who you are renting a house? Why, we Tianjin people cannot rent a house in Shanghai? I don't like this broken house! Ah, bah!"

The middle-aged man was so angry that he jumped and cursed for a few words. Then, after the persuasion of the man beside him, he left angrily.

Guan Han looked at the scene and asked the house agent in a strange way: "Why, the homeowner here is looking for tenants to choose these?"

The real estate agent was also confused and shook his head, saying that he didn't know either.
Chapter completed!