Fortunately, the rickshaw drove all the way to the postal building in the public concession, and there were no abnormalities on the way.

After seeing the tall postal building, Lao Guo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He sincerely hopes that Mu Yi will never be an underground traffic officer in the future. Like him, he hopes that Mu Yi will always be a high-quality source of intelligence and will not have to live on a wire rope that is only separated from life and death every day like him.

Although he had to perform such a task almost every three or two days, walking on the street with intelligence or headquarters orders would be towards light in spirit, but might be towards destruction in body.

Every time his heart is constantly tightening. He doesn't know how many years he can live, but he will definitely not live long. He probably won't be able to get his heart out of fifty years old.

Even the heart is so hard that it can't stand the troubles of every few days.

"But maybe the Kuomintang won't let me live beyond forty years old. If there is really the next ten years, that's what I earn." Lao Guo laughed in his heart.

He would not be able to walk by the river often without getting his shoes wet. He would not be an exception, so he knew that his fate had been decided long ago, and he might be caught by the enemy one day. If he didn't have time to commit suicide by taking poison, he would suffer the cruel torture of the enemy and be ruthlessly shot.

It's like a warrior on the battlefield. No one knows which bullet will kill his own life in which battle, but there will always be one, the one that is destined to be.

The soldiers always like to say: The bullets to kill me have not been built yet.

This is just a manifestation of optimism.

As long as you are a warrior, there is always a bullet that is made for you. The key is your mentality of accepting it. If it is for your ideal, this bullet will make your life noble.

Lao Guo walked into the postal building and the coachman outside could not come in, so he would not know which mailbox Lao Guo was using.

The comrade outside was Lao Guo's bodyguard. He didn't know any top-secret information. He had only one task, and he pulled Lao Guo to carry out intelligence delivery and collection tasks.

If he is surrounded by spies or police, he will pull out his gun and fight desperately, so that he can buy Lao Guo one to two minutes to deal with the information or orders from the headquarters.

They can sacrifice, but intelligence and headquarters orders must not fall into the hands of the enemy.

There are not many people in the postal hall. Some people handle mail business at the counter, and several people are opening their mailboxes and taking out their own letters or small packages.

Lao Guo took out the key and opened the No. 95 mailbox he rented.

He carefully put the small wooden box containing information in it and locked it. This delivery task was only completed.

He walked out of the postal building, returned to the rickshaw, and said an address.

The rickshaw pulled him to an intersection on Jing'an North Road. Lao Guo did not get off the car, but stopped the car on the side of the road, and then wrote the word "Wu" on a pine wood telephone pole in yellow chalk to represent the fifth delivery point.

He was afraid that someone would be troublesome, so he wiped the code off and came to an alley again. He left the "Wu" code on the wall of the alley again. After doing this, he took a rickshaw back to his bookstore.

The rickshaw driver pulled the car back to the narrow alley, then took off the rickshaw driver's uniform, and continued to play the role of Mr. Censor.

Today is not the day to deliver and collect information, but Mr. Dong suddenly felt a little uneasy, which probably has something to do with the strange situation in Shanghai.

I was originally planning to receive the headquarters telegram today, and if there is new information, it should be sent to the headquarters.

He suddenly thought that other comrades in the Shanghai underground party organization would also get information from different channels? If so, the accuracy of intelligence from different sources will be higher when compared.

The Japanese army is about to attack Shanghai. It can be imagined that the situation in Shanghai must have changed rapidly during this period. He must constantly summarize the information he received and send it to the headquarters in time.

There was nothing wrong with him, so he put on his clothes and went downstairs, found a rickshaw and told him an address.

This address must pass through Jing'an North Road. When passing by, Mr. Dong was a little nervous and surprised.

Since someone left a code of “Wu” on the pine wood telephone pole, it means that the information has been stored at the delivery point. Today is not a normal delivery day, it means that the information is very important.

He got off the car halfway through, then walked across a street and got on a rickshaw and came to the postal building.

He took out the key and opened the mailbox. Sure enough, there was information inside. He took out the wooden box, wrapped it in a scarf, and then held it in his arms and walked out of the building.

He changed into a rickshaw again and told a middle address. After arriving at the place, he paid to get out and entered an alley casually.

After he came out of the alley, he got into a rickshaw and said another address. He paid to get off when he got to the place. This time he crossed a street and walked through two alleys. After repeatedly confirming that no one was following him, he walked back to Wanguo Apartment.

When he returned to the room, he opened the wooden box, took out the information and browsed it, and he was surprised and smiled bitterly.

The surprise was that the first part of the information I received confirmed the news that Lu Ming said yesterday. Of course, he didn't know that the source of this information was Lu Ming next door, but he went around half of Shanghai and returned to this place.

After seeing the complete information content, Mr. Dong began to scratch his head. After the information was converted into a telegram, it may take half a night to send it, but the content is indeed very important and must be sent as soon as possible for the headquarters leaders to make decisions.

He knew that once the report was sent for a long time, there was only one result, and he would wait for the Kuomintang spies to smash the door.

Fortunately, Lu Ming gave him legal cover for his identity, otherwise he would not dare to send such a long message no matter what.

The last time he sent a message was not too long, but it was blocked by people from the Telecommunications Investigation Department of the Songhu Security Command at Wanguo Apartment.

He was still very grateful to Lu Ming, but he didn't know which side Lu Ming was on. But at present, at least Lu Ming was not on the opposite side, and he was inclined to the Shanghai underground party side.

However, the superior party organization has issued clear instructions, and Lu Ming will not develop for the time being. Therefore, there are some things that need not be explained too clearly to him. Everything will be decided when the time is right before making a conclusion.

"Come on, start work quickly." Mr. Dong began to translate the password of the telegram.

Mr. Dong is rich now and supplies are not so scarce, but he still can't bear to spend money to buy nutritional products, so he made a strong tea in an enamel jar. The tea leaves were the black tea of ​​Tongmuguan, Chongqing that Lu Ming gave yesterday: Zhengshan Xiaozhong.

He originally planned to send these scarce supplies back to the base area. After thinking about it carefully, the cost of transporting these things back to the base area was too high, and he might be investigated and robbed halfway.

What's more, what the base area needs most is not luxury goods, but medicines, guns, ammunition and various daily necessities.

If he was very nervous about occupying the transportation channel built by countless comrades and specialized in transporting luxury goods to the head of the headquarters, it would seriously violate organizational discipline.

He is kind but violates discipline and makes mistakes, which does not conform to his identity as an old party member, so he has to enjoy it first and wait for the opportunity to give an explanation to the organization in the future.

He took a sip of tea, opened it and listened to Sanwu cigarettes, lit one, and then began to concentrate on entering the newspaper sending work.

To send a telegram, you need to send a call sign first, contact the receiver's radio station, and wait for the other party's radio station to reply to the signal, indicating that the opposite radio station has been connected and is ready to receive the report, so that the message can be officially sent.

After the message is sent, in order to ensure that there are no errors in the message, the other party must send the received message back for verification. The sender will inform the other party after checking it correctly. This will be considered as completing the message sending procedure.

Turn on the radio and sending signals aimlessly, that is making up stories, not telegrams.

Even so, electromagnetic signals can still be monitored by many monitoring stations in the air, but they can only monitor passwords. Without the corresponding password book decoded, they only get a bunch of numbers.

After the message was translated into a password, Mr. Dong began to call the headquarters, and soon received a response from the headquarters, so he began to send a report.
Chapter completed!