"Well..." Minglou smiled, "I'm afraid you have to check it yourself."
"Are you serious? You really want me to go check it out?"
"Of course, but the premise is not to hurt my family."
Hearing this, Wang Manchun couldn't help but snorted, "Is this a warning?"
"No, it's advice." Minglou corrected, "I don't want to watch you do anything stupid."
Wang Manchun didn't want to but said quietly, "Brother, do you know? In my opinion, the stupidest thing I have done in my life is to fall madly in love with you, even if I know that you do this, it is very dangerous."
Maybe you are looking for an excuse to get close to me and use me, but I still want to believe you and believe every word you say. You said... am I stupid?"
Before she finished speaking, Wang Manchun burst into tears.
But Minglou just looked at her with complicated emotions and said nothing...
…
"Brother...brother?"
"Huh?" On the way home, Acheng called out several times before Minglou finally came to his senses, "What did you say, Acheng?"
Cheng first glanced at Minglou with concern through the rearview mirror, and then repeated his words, "I just said that since the files have been transferred, should we change our reservation plan?"
"No! The plan remains unchanged."
"You mean there's a fraud here?"
"If they really want to transfer the files, they can do it quietly. There is no need to bring it to the table with such a big fanfare. No matter what kind of secret it is, the more people know it, the more risk it will be leaked, Ding Mo Village
Doesn't the old fox understand this truth? That's really a ghost! So, I am sure that he did this just to test us senior officials. If we change our plan and target the Navy Club, then
You’ve played right into that old fox’s hands!”
Hearing this, Acheng nodded in agreement, "In that case, I will send a report to Mingtai as planned."
"Yes!" Minglou just nodded slightly, leaned back, closed his eyes and rested his mind.
Cheng, on the other hand, carefully slowed down the car, drove the car as smoothly as possible, and drove towards home...
At the same time, Su's Medical Center.
"Uncle Li, this is the telegram we just received." Mrs. Su said as she handed the newly translated telegram to Uncle Li.
"Time is too short. We haven't figured out the details of the other party yet, so we can't act rashly." Uncle Li quickly read it over and frowned and said, "With the lessons learned from the last time, the other party will definitely take more precautions. I'm afraid the connection will continue."
It's very difficult to get close to him, let alone kidnap someone."
"Then what should we do? According to the telegram, we only have a week at most."
"For the current plan, we can only wait and see what happens, and adapt to changes by remaining unchanged. No matter what, we cannot risk the lives of our comrades. This is my bottom line."
"Then..." Mrs. Su hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Should we report the cobra incident to the organization?"
"Let's report it! I feel that his identity is very complicated. I'm afraid he can't reveal himself easily, so he hasn't shown up yet."
However, before Mrs. Su could turn around, she was stopped by Uncle Li again, "By the way, during the report, I will suggest to the organization whether we can let the fisherman temporarily act as the leader of the underground team until Cobra gets in touch with us.
Let him take over."
"good!"
…
It was night, and the sky over Shanghai Beach seemed to be particularly busy. The airwaves coming and going were intertwined with each other, flying thousands of miles with their own missions, and were eventually converted into groups of encrypted numbers by the hands of copywriters, which were recorded on the radio.
in newspapers.
There was nothing to say all night, and it was early the next morning.
The "Closed" sign is still hanging on the door of Huadong Photo Studio, and if nothing else happens, this will be the last time Mingtai and others meet here.
The three of them sat around the table, and what was placed on the table were the photos that Mingtai secretly took in the study of Minglou and a telegram that Yu Manli received last night: Intercept the Japanese Third Army as soon as possible
Theater force deployment plan.
"This is Chen Bing's military procurement list and report last month. Take a good look at it and see if you can tell anything from it."
"Suddenly there are so many more bullets and gasoline purchases, so there should be a big move." Guo Qiyun analyzed seriously.
Yu Manli said from another angle: "Look, team leader, not to mention the types of these military supplies, as far as pig bristles are concerned, they can only be obtained from the rear areas of the Anti-Japanese War through smuggling, otherwise even if you have money, you will not be able to buy them.
, could it be that he was also involved in smuggling?”
Hearing this, Mingtai couldn't help but snorted, "What kind of evil things can't a scum like him do?"
After speaking, Mingtai calmed down his mood a little, and then continued: "But although your analysis is good, you have ignored the final point."
"What is it?" Guo Qiyun and Yu Manli asked almost in unison.
Mingtai did not show off, and said directly: "It's the scale! As far as this purchase list is concerned, its scale is far from being able to support the war consumption of an entire theater. This reminds me that since it is a theater-level military ration,
Then Chen Bing will definitely have a complete rationing plan in his hands. If we can get that plan, won't we be able to deduce the general deployment of the Japanese army?"
However, before he finished speaking, Guo Qiyun raised his own question, "That's true, but how can we get that rationing plan?"
Mingtai said with a mysterious face: "Don't worry, I have a way!"
"Are you going to ask Uncle Li and the others?"
"Why not?" Mingtai asked.
"Is the Red Party willing to help us with this kind of thing?"
"This is not a question of whether they are willing or not, don't forget that they still owe us a favor!" Mingtai said as he walked to the clothes rack and took off his coat.
"That's right!" Yu Manli quickly helped, "They probably got what we need if they struck Chen Bing first, so we should reciprocate!"
…
Half an hour later, French Park.
On the bench by the lake, Uncle Li sat quietly, reading the newspaper in his hand intently.
There was not much time, and Mingtai also came over with a newspaper and sat down next to Uncle Li.
The two of them just looked at the newspapers in their hands and said hello.
"Hello."
"Hello."
"In this meeting, I only represent myself. Please don't misunderstand me," Mingtai said.
Uncle Li smiled and said, "The last rescue was a success, thank you."
However, Mingtai said in a businesslike manner: "Forget the polite words! You should know why I came to see you."
Hearing this, Uncle Li stopped talking and took out a cloth bag from his bag and handed it to Mingtai.
But what Mingtai never expected was that the cloth bag was not the confidential documents he wanted, but two yellow croakers!
