The lights are sparse and the houses are shadowed. Near Embassy Road by the Yangtze River in Nanjing, a pedestrian wearing a blue gown and a top hat is wandering in an almost deserted neighborhood. After looking around for no one, his figure flashes and mysteriously turns in.
A Japanese-style building on the roadside.
"Hongye, you're here."
An old Japanese voice came, and an old man with short hair and a Japanese kimono in the room looked at the person who broke into the room.
"it's me."
The man in the long gown nodded. The vertical collar covered the lower half of his cheek, while the upper half of his face was covered with round-framed sunglasses. No one knew how he found this place when walking with sunglasses on at night.
of.
"This year, you have brought us almost no news. Mr. Hongye, have you forgotten your mission?" The Japanese old man opposite still spoke slowly, but everyone could hear the dissatisfaction in his words.
.
"Shenしございません(I'm so sorry)!"
The man in sunglasses bent his straight figure like a folding ruler. Then he continued in fluent Japanese: "I have my own difficulties. During this time, I was not in Nanjing. I have been lurking in Jiangxi, working for the Renaissance Society.
The Secret Service carries out the task of spying on the secrets of the Red Party. The mountains and forests there are high and communication is not easy, so I can only wait until I return to Nanjing before making contact."
"Well," the wrinkles on the old man's face relaxed somewhat, "Hongye, I accept your explanation. However, do you know what the Fuxing Society is doing now?"
"I just arrived in Nanjing and found that the Secret Service was celebrating a victory, and the Yishi newspaper reported that Zhang Jingyao was assassinated at the Liuguo Hotel. I suspected that the Secret Service was responsible for this incident. Those who performed the task should be Zheng Jimin and Wang Tianmu from the Fuxing Society's Peking Station.
"Hongye, the man in sunglasses, replied.
"Yes," the old man nodded, "Zhang Jingyao is an important chess piece of the empire's strategy in North China. His killing this time has caused a huge loss to us. Mr. Doihara is very angry, and the consequences will be very serious."
"I understand, what do you need me to do?" The man in sunglasses nodded.
"It's still Zhang Jingyao," the Japanese old man said carefully. "When he came to Peiping, he brought a huge sum of 7 million yuan with him. In the week before his death, he had spent at least 3 million yuan, and at least 3 million ocean quilts.
It was locked in the safe in his room at the Six Nations Hotel, but after his death, the money suddenly disappeared."
"Did the Secret Service take it away?" Hongye said.
"No, the killers from the Secret Service can't take it away," the old man shook his head. "Those killers can't open the safe in a short time. What's more, the only one who knows the password to the safe is Zhang Jingyao himself."
"That?" Hongye's expression condensed slightly.
Zhang Jingyao was killed on the spot, and only he knew the password. How did the money disappear?
"That safe can be opened with a password, but it can also be opened with a key," the old man's deep voice came, "and those two keys are not in the hands of Zhang Jingyao, but one for each of his two lieutenants.
save."
"In other words, the two lieutenants opened the safe and absconded with the money?" Hongye asked in surprise.
"That's right," the old man's voice showed hatred, "the two adjutants are all Zhang Jingyao's personal followers, but the empire is not completely unprepared. Zhang Jingyao and the family members of the two adjutants are all in Fengtian, and they are closely guarded by us.
Regulation, but who knows......"
The man in sunglasses' face suddenly became gloomy, and he understood.
People die for money, and birds die for food. Three million oceans is enough for some people to abandon their homes, careers, wives and children!
"Where are the two lieutenants?"
After a moment of silence, Hong Ye, the man in sunglasses, finally asked.
"It's missing," the old man said. "The Fuxing Society's Secret Service must be trying to figure out a way to get this money. Although there is little hope, China is their territory after all. They are more sure of finding those two people than we are."
"You mean?" Hongye's eyes narrowed.
"Yes," the old man nodded slightly, "Mr. Doihara sent an urgent call and used all his strength to track down the whereabouts of those two people. As you are in the Secret Service, you may be able to get to the bottom first."
"Understood, I will definitely find a way to find out about this matter and recover the huge sum of money for the empire!" Hong Ye replied forcefully.
"Okay," the old man nodded with satisfaction, "Your status is special. Mr. Doihara and Colonel Sato have reminded me many times that I am not allowed to ask about your position or origin in detail. But this time the situation is special. If you need anything, you can
Don’t think about this for now.”
"Okay, is there anything else? I can't stay longer." Hongye raised her wrist and looked at her watch.
"No more," the old man nodded, but his tone seemed a little hesitant, "By the way, one more thing, a batch of goods should be shipped from Peiping to Nanjing recently. If possible, you can find out the delivery time of this batch of goods.
and routes.”
"Understood, farewell."
Hongye didn't ask any questions and turned around to leave. However, no one noticed that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
........
When he went out, it was already drizzling outside. Nanjing in May is a rainy season. Hongye, a man in sunglasses, opened an oil-paper umbrella and sneaked along Embassy Road. Within half an hour, he came to a Western-style house.
, and then sneaked in quietly.
Taking off his coat and sunglasses, a young and slightly calm face appeared under the light. This face, at first glance, is not so handsome, it can even be said to be a typical passerby face, but if you think about it carefully, it turns out that
If I could describe it in one sentence, it would be that it is so handsome but not obvious.
"Haha, Fang Tu, Geng Chaozhong, Hongye," the young man said to himself, "Sometimes, I almost forget who I am..."
The young man took off his clothes and threw them on the sofa in the living room. Under the tight white vest, there was a body of tangled muscles. The year in Laohuqiao did not destroy his will, nor did it destroy his body. On the contrary,
Like pig iron tempered by flames, he now looks more like a piece of shining cold steel.
Wearing trousers and a vest, he climbed to the second floor of the bungalow.
The second floor of the bungalow is not the top floor. I climbed up a narrow staircase again and finally arrived at the third-floor attic. It looked more like a storage room covered with gray layers. The young man, with a smile on his face, skillfully removed a pile of
Among the debris, I took out a small dark green box, and then took out an antenna. I gently pushed open the narrow window and hung the antenna outside. After a lot of work, the red indicator light on the small box finally started.
Shiny.
But he did not pick up the huge earphones next to him, but first unscrewed the radio next to him. His fingers gently rubbed the knob, as if he was adjusting something. After a while, an impassioned female voice finally came from the radio:
"After eight months of fierce fighting, the Chinese Soviet People's Revolutionary Government annihilated nearly three divisions of the Kuomintang army, captured more than 10,000 people, and seized more than 10,000 guns of various kinds. It finally completely crushed the fourth encirclement and suppression campaign of the Kuomintang reactionaries and achieved great success.
Victory in the counter-encirclement and suppression campaign!”
........
In a quiet night, in a small and messy storage room, a man in a white vest leaned against the wall and squinted his eyes. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. For a so-called spy who is always in a complex environment, this is...
It is already his simplest and purest happiness...