Chapter 1324 Beautiful Man
Shanghai, Juntong safe house.
Zuo Zhong leaned on the sofa, looked at the copper lock opposite and said softly: "You heard what I just said, are you willing to accept this task?"
After hearing this, Tongsuo thought for a long time and nodded: "Vice-in-Chief, it is the duty of a soldier to obey orders. I will do everything possible to infiltrate the American intelligence agency."
He said it easily, but his tone was extremely firm. The little guy who made a living by stealing a few years ago has now grown into a qualified intelligence officer.
Recalling the scene when he first met the other party, Zuo Zhong felt very emotional. He paused and solemnly explained the difficulty.
"This is a long-term latent mission that will take more than ten years, decades, or even a lifetime to complete. I must hear your true thoughts."
Tongsuo grinned and joked nonchalantly: "If you hadn't led me to join the army, I might have starved to death. I just hope that the Americans won't be as stingy as the Japanese and even use military stamps to replace their salary."
The conversation ended. Zuo Zhong walked out of the safe house and got into a car and headed to the train station, followed by Wu Chunyang.
At this time, half a month had passed since the conversation between Zuo Zhong and Melos. The operation to seize Japan's new fighter jets was officially launched. All operators were divided into two groups and headed to the mission location.
The first group was led by Zuo Zhong himself. The group first transferred to Shanghai to change their false identities, and then took a train to head north. The destination was kept secret for the time being.
The leaders of the second batch are Gui Youguang and Wu Jingzhong. They will set off from the island city and disembark in Guandong Prefecture by cruise ship. Among the members are Colonel Gao of the Air Force.
Colonel Gao is from the Northeast and is an elite pilot of the Fruit Army. He can provide professional advice for the operation and can also serve as backup and redundancy for the operation.
If the puppet Manchukuo pilots are unwilling to surrender, with Colonel Gao here, they can at least steal a new aircraft.
Colonel Gao was very excited when he learned that he was going back to the Northeast. Counting from the 20th year of the Republic of China, when he went south to seek a way to fight against Japan despite his family's dissuasion, it had been ten years since he left his hometown.
For ten years, he had been missing that black land day and night. This time he finally had the opportunity to go home. Colonel Gao did not hesitate and immediately agreed to the military commander's invitation.
Zuo Zhong thought of the cheering Colonel Gao and shook his head slightly. At this time, the car stopped in front of the train station, and the agents opened the door and strode in.
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"Woooooo~~~"
Several whistles sounded, and the steam train slowly stopped in the wilderness with thick smoke. The workers on board jumped off the train and began to repair the lines that had been demolished by the guerrillas.
Currently, trains from Shanghai to the north have to pass through two railway lines, the Shanghai-Nanjing Line and the Jinpu Line.
Due to its short distance and its proximity to the city, the Shanghai-Nanjing Line was quickly restored even after several wars.
But the Jinpu Line is different. The Jinpu Line is more than a thousand kilometers long and passes through several provinces. A large number of lines are outside the city and are easily damaged.
It used to take more than 30 hours from Jinling Pukou to Jinmen, but now there is no fixed time. The speed all depends on luck.
For example, it has been more than two days since Zuo Zhong and his party boarded the train, but they have not yet left the territory of Jiangsu Province, stopping more than ten times in just 200 kilometers.
Taking advantage of the parking space, the Japanese military police in the car checked the passengers' documents and luggage. Whenever they encountered a suspicious person, they would knock them down with their rifle butts and take them away.
The cry spread along the door to the first-class compartment. Zuo Zhong gently flipped through the Japanese book in his hand, his expression did not change at all, and the same was true for Wu Chunyang next to him.
A few minutes later, two military policemen wearing white armbands walked into the private room where Zuo Zhong was. Wu Chunyang signaled the other party to stop, handed over an ID and introduced it in a low voice in Japanese.
"We are from "Photo Weekly". This is Editor Shimazu. Please don't disturb Mr. Shimazu's rest. This is my hand letter."
The two military policemen were in awe after hearing this. "Photo Weekly" is an agency under the Cabinet Intelligence Bureau. It is mainly responsible for propaganda work on war and national policies. Most of its members are intelligence personnel.
But just the title of "Photo Weekly" was not enough for the military police to be so respectful. What really scared the two of them was the surname Shimazu.
The Shimazu family once ruled the Satsuma Domain, had strong military and political influence, and had close ties with many daimyo. Even after the Meiji Restoration, they were the top Chinese family in Japan.
One of the military policemen opened the certificate and looked at it carefully to make sure that the stamp and steel seal were accurate. He handed the document back with both hands and bowed down to apologize to Zuo Zhong who was reading.
"I'm really sorry. I'd like to ask Mr. Shimazu to show me the certificate. Please forgive me for the limitations of my responsibilities."
"Baga!"
Wu Chunyang yelled angrily and raised his hand to slap the other person in the face. Zuo Zhong put down the book in his hand and stopped him with a voice.
"Okay, the empire needs loyal warriors, give my hand certificate to this second lieutenant."
Saying that, Zuo Shige asked curiously: "Where were you trained? Is it the training center for rear service personnel in Tokyo?"
"Hai!"
The military policeman bent down even lower. Ordinary people didn't know where the training center for rear service personnel in Tokyo was, but out of duty, he still accepted the certificate.
Just like the handbook, the military police did not see any flaws, which made him completely let down his guard. He casually checked a few of his entourage and then respectfully resigned.
Not long after, the Japanese train conductor who received the news also came to say hello and enthusiastically asked everyone what they needed.
Wu Chunyang said a few words casually to send the horseman away, and then smiled at each other with Zuo Zhong. The rest of the trip should be much quieter. Sure enough, perhaps in order to leave a good impression in front of the staff of "Photo Weekly" and "Your Excellency Shimazu", the inspection by the Japanese military police became much more civilized in the following days.
When the train arrived at Jinmen, Zuo Zhong and others transferred to the Zhengtai Railway train and got off at Baocheng Station. Only then did the agents know that their destination was this city famous for its donkey meat.
Wu Chunyang looked at the gray streets and asked Zuo Zhong: "Your Excellency Shimazu, where are we going?"
With a smile on his face, Zuo Zhong waved his hand: "Military Police Headquarters, get going quickly."
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A county town in central Hebei Province.
A handsome-looking waiter watched Zuo Zhong put the donkey meat into his mouth, and immediately asked in a slightly expectant tone: "Sir, how does it taste?"
Zuo Zhong took a bite of Huo Shao and chewed it twice. A smile appeared on his face and he extended his thumb: "It's delicious. It is indeed the most famous donkey meat restaurant in the local area."
In other seats in the store, Wu Chunyang and the little spies were eating their meals with their heads down, and the lobby was filled with the clinking sound of bowls and chopsticks.
"As long as you're satisfied, you can give me any instructions." The waiter put down the plate and prepared to turn around and leave.
"Wait a minute! What do you do, where are you from, and where are you going? Just stay with me."
Outside the door, a rat-bearded man with strange bones and an unprecedented appearance walked into the store with squinting eyes, and glanced at everyone with his big green bean eyes.
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Wu Chunyang was startled by this man's appearance, and gave the opponent a big mouth with his backhand, making the rat-bearded man spin in circles several times.
"Ouch!"
The rat-bearded man covered his face and wailed, and reached for the tortoise box at his waist with his right hand, but before he could reach the gun, several pistols were pressed against his forehead and back, making him beg for mercy repeatedly.
"Spare your life! Spare your life, Mr. Ba! Every injustice has its own owner, and every debt has its own owner. I will take my brothers to find Taijun Kuroteng."
The waiter and hotel manager who had just seen this hid behind the counter. The young man in a long coat who followed the rat-bearded man at the door softened his legs and smeared the soles of his feet with oil~ he slipped away.
"Okay, let him go and wait for his master to come." Zuo Zhong wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, his voice calm.
Wu Chunyang asked the little agent to let go of the rat-bearded man, bent down and replied: "Yes, Your Excellency."
The shopkeeper blinked and walked closer to the waiter: "Why do I look at these guys like ghosts, ah... they look like Japanese people. Tell me, why are these people here?"
The waiter still smiled, shook his head and said: "How do I know this? I only know that Captain Jia is in big trouble this time. Mr. Kuroteng will be here soon. Shopkeeper, please go back to the house and hide."
Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived. Kuroto, who had fought with Nojiri at Fuichiro Hayashi's wedding, rushed into the hotel with a group of Japanese soldiers.
"Immediately raise your hands and surrender. I promise not to harm you. The Japanese Locust Army says one thing to your face and another behind your back, and they work the same way."
Heiteng adjusted his glasses, which were thicker than the bottom of the bottle, cocked his head and said sternly to Zuo Zhong and others.
When the rat-bearded man saw Kuroteng, he felt like he was seeing his biological father. He hugged the other person's thigh and howled: "Kuroteng Taijun, these people must be the Eighth Route Army. I almost didn't see you."
Wu Chunyang thought in his heart that this was all the same, one thing in front of his face and another behind his back? Whether the Japanese made a mistake or was deliberately trying to embarrass them, he threw the documents onto the table without thinking.
Heiteng tugged a few times, but couldn't break free of the dog-skin plaster on his leg. He could only stretch his arms to pick up the certificate from a distance, put it in front of his eyes, and read the contents aloud.
"Photo weekly reporter..."
He closed the handbook with a snap, and his expression changed several times in just a few seconds, including shock, fear, and suspicion.
The certificate was authentic, but why did the reporter from "Photo Weekly" come to a place like this? Kuroteng didn't know whether to believe him or not.
Zuo Zhong, who was in the middle of the crowd, did not turn around and said, "It must be Mr. Heiteng from the Huangcheng Office. If you have any questions about our identity, you can verify it with the Baocheng Military Police Headquarters."
Kuroteng was shocked, and now he believed most of the person's identity. He turned around and ordered the Japanese soldiers to put away their guns and ask someone to contact the Military Police Headquarters. He walked carefully to Zuo Zhong and waited for the news.
The reason why he reacted like this was because the people of the Republic of China and even ordinary Japanese officers did not know the existence of the "Huangcheng Office".
In 1938, the Japanese North China Front established a secret committee with the purpose of eradicating underground party ideology and eliminating anti-Japanese consciousness.
The committee is headed by the Chief of Staff of the North China Front, and its members include the heads of various sections of the General Staff Department, the heads of the military police and police forces, as well as personnel in China from the consulate, Koya Institute, North China Development Co., Ltd., North China Transportation Co., Ltd. and other institutions .
Because its office address is near the Imperial City of Peking, it is known as the "Huangcheng Office" to the outside world. It has branches in various counties and cities in Hebei Province, and the identities of its members are highly confidential.
For example, Kuroteng's public identity is the head of the secret service, but how can there be a secret service in a county? His real job is the dispatched intelligence officer of the Huangcheng Office.
The person who could reveal this confidential matter in one word must have connections with high-level officials of the military or intelligence agencies. Thinking of this, Kuroteng looked at Zuo Zhong secretly, and his attitude became more respectful.
Not long after, the Japanese spy who went to verify his identity returned to the hotel and muttered a few words to Kuroteng. After hearing this, Kuroteng bowed to Zuo Zhong again and apologized, and then left with the dog skin plaster.
After seeing off the uninvited guests and making sure the environment was safe, Zuo Zhong used his index finger to lift the plate on the table. With a slight flick of his little finger, a small piece of paper came into his palm. After unfolding it, there was a line of small words on it.
"Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, the Earth Temple in the west of the city will be closed. Don't wait until it's too late. Stone."
