There is a map of Yanjin hanging on the wall of the director's office of the Intelligence Department. When he has nothing to do these days, Shen Zhifeng will study this map and become familiar with the city of Yanjin on paper.
“Tuk-tuk!”
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in." Shen Zhifeng did not turn around and continued to memorize the street names and directions on the map.
As soon as the door rang, Zhao Zhuo walked in quickly and said, "Director, I found her!"
"Who did you find?"
"The Chu Xiaoxiao I told you about this morning!"
"Is there something wrong with her?"
"There's definitely something wrong!"
"oh?"
"She runs a Xiaoxiao Bookstore on Linshen Road. When we found her, the house was already empty."
Zhao Zhuo remembered Chu Xiaoxiao's name.
Shen Zhifeng then turned around and said, "Run away?"
Zhao Zhuo said: "I asked the nearby merchants. Yesterday the bookstore was still open for business normally, but today it has put up a sign saying it is closed."
"That is to say, Chu Xiaoxiao sensed the danger and left Yanjin first?"
"Yes. At first I was just guessing, but now I can basically confirm that Chu Xiaoxiao is most likely related to the Communist Party!" Zhao Zhuo said firmly.
Shen Zhifeng pondered for a moment, then picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers. After the call was connected, he said: "Telecommunications department? This is Shen Zhifeng. Did Lin Shenlu detect an enemy station signal some time ago? Oh... ok,
knew."
After hanging up the phone, Shen Zhifeng nodded and said, "Your analysis is correct. It seems that Chu Xiaoxiao is most likely a member of the Communist Party, and she has a radio station!"
Zhao Zhuo sighed sadly: "It's a pity that she ran away!"
"Run away?" Shen Zhifeng walked to the window, pondered for a while, and said, "Where are Chu Xiaoxiao's family members?"
"She is alone in Yanjin."
"Check her interpersonal relationships and see who she usually associates with."
"yes."
"Is there any news from Shuichang Street?"
"not yet."
Shen Zhifeng thought to himself, could it be that his judgment was wrong and that the Communist Party had actually obtained the suitcase? If that was the case, the manpower arranged in Shuichang Street could almost be withdrawn.
Although I thought so in my heart, I felt unwilling to do so. When I was hesitating, the phone rang.
Shen Zhifeng picked up the phone: "Hello?"
"Fortunately you haven't left yet... That's it. Go to the Paramount Ballroom immediately. Something happened there." Qiao Muchai's voice came on the phone.
"Stationmaster, what happened?"
"The American soldiers caused trouble while drunk. I heard they injured some people and broke some things. The police couldn't handle it, so we sent people to coordinate."
"Webmaster, I don't quite understand. The Secrecy Bureau needs to come forward for this kind of thing?"
"This is Nanjing's intention. All incidents involving the US military will be mediated by the Secrecy Bureau. The purpose of this is not to let the situation escalate. After all, the government still needs assistance from the Americans... In the past, this kind of matter was handled by Director Zhou.
Go and deal with it. I called just now and he has left. Please take the trouble."
"Okay, I'll be there right away."
"Remember, this kind of foreign-related incidents should be handled with caution, and try to minimize big problems and trivial matters! Do you understand what I mean?"
"clear."
"Oh, these lawless Americans should really be taken care of..."
After complaining twice, Qiao Mu hung up the phone.
Shen Zhifeng put on his coat, tidied it up briefly, and said to Zhao Zhuo: "It just so happens that you are also familiar with the environment. Come with me to the Paramount Ballroom."
Zhao Zhuo said: "Director, do you want to bring a few more people?"
"No, it's not a big deal!" Shen Zhifeng stood up and walked out.
…………
half an hour ago.
Diagonally opposite the Paramount Ballroom, there was a car parked on the roadside. In the car were Jiang Xinyu and Zhou Mingwei.
"Fifty meters west of Baihe Pier, there is a place called Jiudaowan. At ten o'clock in the evening, a boat is waiting there. This is Lu Huaiyi's new ID. It can be used for general inspection." Jiang Xinyu handed over a copy of the ID.
Zhou Mingwei took the certificate, turned it over twice, and said, "Is that boat reliable?"
"The smuggling ship only recognizes the money but not the people."
"How much do I need to pay?"
"One hundred dollars."
"Silver dollar?"
"Yes, they don't accept legal tender."
Zhou Mingwei frowned and said awkwardly: "The problem is, time is too short, where can I get so many silver coins..."
Jiang Xinyu opened his briefcase, took out a letter of silver coins from it, and said, "I have it here. You can use it first. In addition, be sure to send Lu Huaiyi over in advance. The boat will wait for up to five minutes."
"I see."
"What about the radio station?"
"The Intelligence Department is missing a group of people. They must still be on Shuichang Street. They will wait for a few more days."
"good."
As he was talking, a group of patrolmen ran over and went straight into the Paramount Ballroom.
"Why are the police here? I'm going to take a look." Zhou Mingwei opened the door and got out of the car.
As a thug watching the action, he naturally has to rush to the front at times like this.
A few minutes later, Zhou Mingwei returned and first went to the street to buy a pack of cigarettes. When he passed by Jiang Xinyu's car, he said: "The American soldier was drunk and crazy. He beat a dancer and smashed a lot of things."
Jiang Xinyu knew that it would be useless even if the police came and could not suppress him at all, so he said: "Be careful, someone from the Secrecy Bureau will come to deal with it later."
"I know." Zhou Mingwei lit a cigarette and walked back to the ballroom.
Ten minutes later, a black car sped up.
As soon as the car door opened, Shen Zhifeng and Zhao Zhuo got out of the car and entered the Paramount Ballroom one after another.
The lights in the ballroom were bright, and Sergeant Pearson and another American soldier were sitting on chairs nonchalantly, each holding a wine bottle in their hands.
The dancer Cuihong was obviously beaten, her left eye was bruised, her cheongsam was torn open, and even her underwear was exposed. She was complaining in tears: "Can Americans beat people at will? You are the police.
Why arrest him?"
"We have already made a call, and the chief will come over soon to resolve the matter." The sergeant leading the team said from the side.
Shen Zhifeng stepped forward, looked at the mess of cups and plates on the ground, and said, "What's going on?"
Although the police chief didn't know Shen Zhifeng, he guessed the person from the Secret Bureau when he saw his demeanor and said, "Excuse me, who are you?"
Shen Zhifeng took out his ID, handed it over, and said, "Where is the dance hall manager?"
The police chief read the certificate, returned it with both hands respectfully, and said to a middle-aged man: "Manager Wang, come here, the officer wants to question you."
Manager Wang walked over quickly, bowed and said, "Sir, I am the dance hall manager."
Shen Zhifeng said: "Tell me what happened."
Manager Wang pointed at the two American soldiers and said, "Well, that's what happened. These two asked the lady to dance, but they didn't bring any money, so there was a conflict..."