Lost and Spy

Chapter 501 Shanghai Night
Four kills a day!

Meng Shaoyuan, who had just returned to Shanghai, immediately staged such a good show.

All four recent assassination targets were killed, and none survived.

Nice job.

Yuan Zhong and these people looked at each other.

"Director Meng, you are not giving us face." Yuan Zhonghe is the agent who has followed Meng Shaoyuan for the longest time, so he can speak more casually: "We have been watching for such a long time and have been looking for opportunities. You That's good, kill it clean."

"It's not that I don't give you face." Meng Shaoyuan said lightly: "It's that you are tired. From the first day when the Battle of Shanghai broke out, all the agents of our military command have been active on the battlefield, risking their lives and fighting to the death. Although there was a brief rest during the period, the guaranteed time was not guaranteed each time, and he would continue to enter the battlefield and continue to fight.

After the fall of Shanghai, instead of getting better, the situation became worse.Both the enemy and us are fighting to the death in Shanghai, and we are in extreme danger every minute and every second. Maybe we are still here today, but when we open our eyes tomorrow, people are gone.Lao Yuan, how often do you say you haven't rested? "

Yuan Zhonghe smiled wryly: "From August last year to now, it seems that I just took a day off."

"It's only one day." Meng Shaoyuan sighed: "Even in capitalist factories, workers still have rest, what about us? We live on the tip of the knife every day, nervous, highly nervous, and easy to collapse if pulled too straight. There were several assassination missions, which would not have been difficult in the past, but now you are showing fatigue, resulting in the failure of the mission."

Beginning with the assassination of Chi Muqin, the Chinese and Japanese spies launched bloody revenge and counter-retaliation, which not only made the public concession run wild, but also caused both parties to enter a period of extreme fatigue in terms of physical and energy.

Suicides were also said to have occurred.

Meng Shaoyuan knew very well that the job of being a secret agent was by no means like what was said in movies and TV shows. The secret agents were all iron men, omnipotent, and never tired.

They are also human beings, and they also need to rest and adjust.

When people are highly fatigued, their work efficiency will undoubtedly be greatly reduced, which is the same in any industry.

"So, I decided." Meng Shaoyuan slightly raised his voice: "From now on, I will enter a period of rest, especially in the office. I believe that the Japanese also think so. We will be tired, and they will be tired too. Why did I kill four of them one after another? I want to warn the Japanese that our military command is powerful and can carry the war to the end anytime, anywhere! If you want to fight, then fight!"

"Yes!" Everyone answered in unison.

Meng Shaoyuan suddenly turned his attention to Ji Shuang: "Xiao Ji, what day is it in fifteen days?"

"Fifteen days later?" Ji Shuang was startled, and after a long time of calculations, he suddenly realized: "Ah, that's my second uncle's birthday, Director Meng, do you even know this?"

"roll!"

Meng Shaoyuan was so angry that his mouth was twisted: "Fifteen days later, Chinese New Year!"

"Yeah, it's Chinese New Year." Yuan Zhonghe sighed lightly: "We celebrated Chinese New Year last year in Nanjing, at Director Meng's house, and everyone was lively. One year has passed like this."

"We have to celebrate the New Year." Meng Shaoyuan said quickly: "This year is not only to be lived, but also to be enjoyed. Those brothers from other places, who can come back, will come back. Wars must be fought, wine must be drunk, and the New Year must be celebrated."

This is probably the best news I've heard in a while.

As soon as Meng Shaoyuan came back, everyone had a backbone.

And since Meng Shaoyuan stayed overnight at Wu Jingyi's house last night, everyone knew that Meng Shaoyuan absolutely trusted Wu Jingyi, and if she was in charge of the overall situation in the future, no one would have any objections.

Moreover, four kills in one day once again established Meng Shaoyuan's absolute authority in Shanghai.

Even though he doesn't spend so much time in Shanghai, everything in Shanghai is under his control, and he is still the omnipotent Young Master Meng.

I looked at the time, it was past 12 o'clock at night.Meng Shaoyuan waved his hand: "Go for supper, I'll treat you."

……

Old man Wu is about to die.

Why do so many people suddenly come to eat wontons?
"Director Meng, why are you giving us these as a treat?" Zhao Changle was very dissatisfied with holding the wontons: "You treat us to something better."

"Be content."

Yuan Zhonghe ate very deliciously: "It's not bad if you can invite Young Master Meng to treat you. It's not like you don't know that he is stingy."

Newcomers like Shen Li and Ye Rong looked at each other in blank dismay.

How did these people talk to Chief Meng?
The training they received was to be absolutely obedient and respectful to their superiors, but look at these people, they were fine at the meeting just now, and once the meeting was over, they all showed their true colors?

"Sooner or later, I will give you small shoes one by one." Meng Shaoyuan was a little embarrassed, and quickly changed the subject: "This time I brought back a group of people from Chongqing and placed them in each squadron. These people are of good quality and received good training. They are all relatively systematic, and they have been trained in their first missions when they came to Shanghai, so they have been trained well.”

Speaking of this, He Ruyi came to mind.

This Teacher He has led the students to stay in Taihu Lake for so long. Although the Japanese army has already occupied Suzhou, Wuxi and other places, and there is an urgent need for employment, you should send me some at least.

No, when should I contact He Ruyi.

"Mr. Meng, have another bowl." Old man Wu gave Meng Shaoyuan a bowl of wontons in a desperate manner: "You tell me, I have been an outside line for so long, when will I officially become one of your people?" ?”

what?
Newcomers like Shen Li and Ye Rong were also dumbfounded.

The old man who sells wontons on the side of the road is actually one of his own?

"You can be your outside line for me. How old can you still go to the battlefield?" Meng Shaoyuan seemed to see the doubts of these newcomers: "Our military commander can call the wind and rain in Shanghai. Do you really have the ability to reach the sky? Many The source of intelligence depends on these traffickers, they are our eyes and ears."

A person curled up and walked towards here ghostly.

Seeing so many people, he turned around and was about to leave when he heard Zhao Changle call out:
"Smoker Seven."

"Oh, it's Chief Zhao."

Smoker Seven hurried over.

"Why, you want to run away when you see me?" Zhao Changle asked while eating wontons.

"Where, what." Smoker Seven slapped himself: "I'm blind, I didn't see you, I was thinking about it in the middle of the night, why are there so many people here, I'm born timid, am I afraid? ?”

Zhao Changle ignored him: "Going to steal something?"

"I'm wronged, Chief Zhao." The smoker shouted seven times: "I dare not steal anything, I just smoked a few puffs in the smoking den."

"stand at attention!"

With an order, Smoker Seven stood up straight.

"Take something out of your pocket."

Smoker Seven reluctantly took out the things in his pocket.

A silver bracelet, a lady's purse, a ring...

Zhao Changle sneered: "Where did these things come from?"

"My wife's."

"Fart, your wife has already run away."

"I was wrong, I was wrong, my wife."

"Your old lady has been mad at you for a long time." Zhao Changle didn't talk to him: "Tell me, should I send you to the police station, or bring you to me?"

"Report sir, there is information."

Smoker Seven hurriedly said: "Can I take a step to speak?"

"Let's talk, it's all our own people."

Smoker Seven lowered his voice: "Old Xu, who lives next door to my house, goes outside the Japanese consulate to collect swill every day, and found that the amount of swill in the consulate has increased a lot in the past few days. I followed his words, there are at least more A dozen people."

This time, even Meng Shaoyuan paid attention.

It's normal to have one or two more people, but suddenly there are more than a dozen people?

What are the Japanese planning there?
"Well, I got it, don't do some immoral things in the future, get out."

"Hey, I'm going to go, I'm going to go, Officer Zhao, all the officers, take your time."

Smoker Seven hurriedly slipped away.

"No, Chief Meng, Chief Zhao, just let him go?" Ye Rong asked hastily.

Meng Shaoyuan just ate the wontons: "Then what else?"

"He's a thief."

Zhao Changle interjected: "He is not only a thief, he also smokes opium."

"Then let him go."

Meng Shaoyuan put down the bowl: "Don't let him go? Arrest him in the patrol room? Don't worry, the patrol room is also annoying this kind of people, arrest them, beat them up, and then release them. Otherwise, they will have to waste food to support them. Great Shanghai is like There are too many people like Smokey Seven, can we catch them all? The patrols are not stupid. But we are going to do this, who will provide us with information?"

Wu Jingyi, who had not spoken all the time, also said at this time: "Our sources of intelligence have secret fronts, but they are a minority after all. Old Man Wu, Smoker Seven, these people are our main sources of intelligence. The amount of swill has increased, and intelligence like this Who else can provide us with these ordinary people? But often, this is a very important piece of information."

Ye Rong thought for a while, and was still a little unconvinced: "But he stole so many things, they are all stolen goods, and the owner is not in a hurry. He should keep the stolen goods."

"What about the fee for his information?" Zhao Changle shook his head: "He didn't provide us with information for free. What we do is the intelligence front, not the detective patrol. We can't control so many things. Let him keep the stolen goods? Who do we give it back to? The owner asked, how did you send the stolen goods back? Is there a possibility of exposure by doing so? "

"So take them with you more." Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "Shanghai is not Chongqing, not the rear area, but the front line. We get an important piece of information, which is much more useful than catching a thief."

As he said that, he pondered for a while: "Wu Jingyi, find a way to find out who has gone to the Japanese consulate and what they are going to do."

"Understood, I will do it tomorrow!"

(End of this chapter)