On the dashboard of the detection vehicle, the red indicator light kept flashing.
Although it is a detection vehicle, the principle is the same as that of fixed detection equipment. Feng Qingshan can also understand it, which means that there is a radio station nearby sending a report!
"beep--"
The red light stopped flashing and turned into a stationary green light.
The agent said: "Director, the location of the radio station is locked!"
"Where?" Feng Qingshan asked eagerly.
"Direction 11 o'clock, about fifty meters away from us!"
"Team Leader Bai, search for me immediately and be sure to find the person who sent the message!" Feng Qingshan ordered.
Bai Jumin hesitated for a moment and said, "Director, do you want to notify the action team?"
Feng Qingshan glared at him and said with a cold face: "What do you think?"
Bai Jumin looked at the few agents around him and said, "I'm mainly worried that we don't have enough manpower. What if..."
"What if? A transmitter, how can he still come with a machine gun? Move faster!" Feng Qingshan scolded.
"Yes! Everyone follow me!" Bai Jumin waved his hand and hurried out with several agents.
No. 54 Qingnian Road.
There was a candle lit on the table, and Jiang Xinyu's telegraph manuscript was placed next to it. Baogen had headphones on his head, and his fingers were tapping the telegraph keys skillfully.
"Woof woof! woof woof!"
Suddenly, there was a continuous sound of dog barking nearby.
Dogs don't bite familiar people. If they were nearby residents, they wouldn't bark like this. They would bark once or twice at most and then stop.
Baogen took off his headphones, stood up and went to the window, opened a corner of the curtain sideways, and peeked out.
There were very few pedestrians on the street, and under the dim light of the street lamps, I could only see a few shadowy people walking quickly towards this side.
It would take at least three minutes to send the message. If it was a spy, it would be too late.
Before Baogen could think about it, Bai Jumin had already arrived at the door, looked at the dark room, and said, "Is this the house?"
Baogen was standing in front of the window at the moment and heard these words clearly. He hurried back to the bedroom and lit the code book and the telegram manuscript on the candle.
Then he quickly put the transmitter into a suitcase. He knew very well that since it was exposed, even if he hid the radio, it would definitely be found.
The agent tried to pry the door open, but after stabbing it several times with a wire, it still didn't open. He said, "Team leader, the door is locked on the inside."
"That means it must be this one! Open the door!" Bai Jumin ordered.
The two agents took a few steps back, shouted, and suddenly slammed into the door. "Crack!" With a sound, the wooden door was knocked open a gap.
The agents reached in and removed the latch that was pinned inside. The agents swarmed in and rushed in with pistols raised.
"There's someone behind you!"
"Don't let him get away!"
"Hurry up!"
Baogen carried a suitcase and climbed onto the back window sill. Before he could jump down, the agents rushed in.
"do not move!"
"Come down!"
Baogen was determined to risk his life and jumped off the window sill. He found that there were also two agents with guns at the back window. He had no way out.
A few minutes later, Feng Qingshan walked in, looked at Baogen sitting on the chair, and said to Bai Jumin, "Is it him?"
Bai Jumin said: "It's true, when we came in, this guy was about to escape."
Seeing the transmitter in the suitcase made me even more certain.
Feng Qingshan said: "I didn't expect that after checking for several months, the radio station was actually right under my nose!"
"Director, look." Bai Jumin pointed to a pile of ashes under the table.
Feng Qingshan nodded and said: "It should be the code book and the telegraph manuscript!"
The lights in the room came on, and a special agent looked at Baogen for a while and said, "Director, I know this person."
"Oh, who is he?" Feng Qingshan asked quickly.
"The guy from Zhuoyu Pavilion Antique Shop." The spies have been monitoring Yunhe North Street recently, and Baogen can often be seen coming in and out.
Feng Qingshan's eyes flashed and he said: "That antique shop on Yunhe North Street?"
"That's right, the boss's surname seems to be Wei."
"What a coincidence..." Feng Qingshan murmured.
Bai Jumin said: "Director, it seems that Liao Changwei did not lie to us. The Communist Party's transportation station should be the Zhuoyu Pavilion Antique Shop."
Feng Qingshan nodded and said: "We can basically assume that the guy is the telegraph operator, and the boss should be his superior."
"I'm going to take someone to raid the antique store!"
"Wait a minute!"
"What other orders do you have?"
"When Chen Yingjun was interrogated, who suggested going to the antique shop?"
"...It's Chief Li."
"Isn't it Jiang Xinyu?"
"no."
"are you sure?"
"I heard it with my own ears... did you hear it too?" Bai Jumin turned around and said to his men.
"I heard it." His subordinates responded unevenly.
Feng Qingshan thought for a moment, picked up the phone, dialed a few numbers, and said: "Webmaster, I am Feng Qingshan."
"Oh, Qingshan, it's so late, is there anything wrong?" Qiao Mucai said on the phone.
"We just captured a Communist Party dispatcher on Qingnian Road!"
"Yeah, are you sure it's the Communist Party?"
"Everyone got the stolen goods, and the radio station was found at the scene. Unfortunately, the code book was burned by him!"
"Okay, okay, take the person back to the station and interrogate him strictly!"
"Webmaster, I also checked his online status."
Qiao Mucai said in surprise: "Have you found it online? Did you recruit the dispatcher so quickly?"
"The dispatcher is a clerk at Zhuoyu Pavilion Antique Shop, so I infer based on this that Boss Wei of the antique shop must be his superior."
"That makes sense..."
"Boss Wei will get the news soon when the telegraph operator is arrested. Therefore, we must arrest the person as soon as possible. If you are too late, you may miss the point!"
Qiao Mucai said: "Okay! Notify the action team immediately and search the Zhuoyu Pavilion Antique Shop immediately!"
Feng Qingshan hesitated for a while and said: "Webmaster, what I mean is that the fewer people know about this matter, the better, so as not to let the news leak out."
Qiao Mucai said: "If you have something to say, just say it directly, no need to beat around the bush!"
"I suspect there is a spy in the station. If this spy gets the news and informs Boss Wei in time, won't all our efforts be in vain?"
"What do you mean?"
"You give the order directly and notify the leader of the action team on duty, so that he can directly lead the team to arrest people without notifying others!"
After hearing what he said, Qiao Mu understood that Feng Qingshan didn't even know who was on duty at the station. He was obviously just guarding against Jiang Xinyu!
"Okay! I'll do what you want!" Qiao Mu didn't want to interfere too much in the tit-for-tat confrontation between his opponents. There was a restriction between them, so there didn't seem to be anything wrong with it.
After hanging up the phone, Feng Qingshan ordered: "Leave two people to look after Baogen, and the rest, follow me to Yunhe North Street!"
Feng Qingshan did not dare to be careless when searching the underground transportation station of the Communist Party. No one knew whether they had weapons. Such matters must be notified to the action team.