My years of espionage

Chapter 241 Setting Up a Set (Seeking Subscription Monthly Pass)

Yanzhou.

At the entrance of Yikong Cave Dwelling, a red sentinel stood upright.

Xiong Jiahua fetched a basin of water and washed his face at the door to wake himself up.

"Jiahua, is the chief in there?" A man in his 30s hurried over.

"The chief worked until five o'clock in the morning and just fell asleep." Xiong Jiahua looked inside the cave, pulled Lu Wenhua aside, and whispered.

The Xi'an Incident was too sudden, and the Red Party was a little caught off guard by it. Recently, everyone has been working around the clock.

He has also been busy all night and has not had time to rest until now.

"Here is an urgent telegram." Lu Wenhua said anxiously.

"Who is outside?" A voice came from the cave.

Xiong Jiahua glanced at Lu Wenhua complainingly, lifted the curtain of the cave, and entered quickly, "Comrade 'Nongfu', comrade Lu Wenhua, has an urgent call."

"Comrade Wenhua, please come in." Comrade 'Farmer' stretched his shoulders, "Comrade Jiahua, bring me a basin of water."

Xiong Jiahua fetched a basin of water and left consciously. Although he is the assistant of Comrade Farmer, some confidential information should be avoided.

Comrade 'Farmer' quickly washed his face, picked up a worn towel and wiped his face indiscriminately.

"Comrade 'Farmer'." Lu Wenhua handed the telegram to 'Farmer', "'Huo Miao' urgent call."

'Farmer' took the message, pushed his glasses, and read it carefully.

There was a surprised expression on his face. Comrade 'Huomiao' actually got the telegram from the Japanese high-level, which really inspired him.

It seems that Comrade Huo Miao has further gained the trust of the top management in Japan!

"Pingjin, 29th Army." Comrade 'Farmer' lost in thought.

After a while, he put away the telegram. The information was very important, and he had to report it to the chief immediately.

"Comrade 'Farmer', Comrade 'Huomiao' is a little strange to generate electricity this time." Lu Wenhua said hastily.

"what happened?"

"Comrade Huomiao's fingering method is different from before." Lu Wenhua said with a serious expression.

Comrade 'Farmer' showed a serious expression. The fingering of each telegraph operator is basically fixed, and changing the fingering is not a trivial matter.

"Do you suspect that Comrade 'Huo Miao' personally sent this telegram?" 'Farmer' asked.

"Not sure, this possibility cannot be ruled out." Lu Wenhua said.

"Give power to 'Big Cousin' and ask if 'Flame' is safe and why the fingering has changed." 'Farmer' pondered for a moment and said.

"Yes."

……

Cheng Qianfan lay on the bed, pretending to sleep.

He is thinking.

It is dangerous to generate power from two places to two places at the same time in one morning.

However, intelligence is important, and he can only take risks.

Originally, he considered putting the information at Zhou Ru's residence, and Zhou Ru sent the report after get off work.

He considered it again and again and gave up this option.

Still for safety reasons.

The information obtained from Sanben Jiro has a high level of confidentiality.

Zhou Ru is not high enough to have access to this information.

The safest way is that only he knows.

The more people who know about it, the more dangerous it is.

In addition, for safety reasons, he used two fingerings to send the call today.

It was still his habitual right hand that sent the report to the headquarters of the Nanjing Secret Service.

He used his left hand for the telegram sent to Northwest Headquarters.

For the past six months, Cheng Qianfan has been using the training board to practice sending with his left hand.

Just to avoid revealing your identity in fingering.

Today was the first time he sent a report to Northwest headquarters with his left hand.

Not only this time, but he will use his left hand to make calls to the Northwest Headquarters afterwards. The fingering of power generation is the most direct mark of a telegraph operator, and he must be careful.

……

Jingle Bell.

Pete's office phone rang.

Cheng Qianfan was lying on the bed, facing the wall sideways, 'pricking up his ears' to eavesdrop.

After a while, Pete, who had hung up the phone, rushed in and pulled Cheng Qianfan up, "Don't sleep."

"What are you doing?" Cheng Qianfan yawned with sleepy eyes and said angrily.

"I have something to go out, please help me look at it for a while." Pete said while changing clothes.

He took off his uniform, hummed a song, changed into a suit, and looked beaming.

"You bastard, you must be going to be romantic again, and pull me to take over." Cheng Qianfan frowned, rubbed his temples, and looked uncomfortable after a hangover.

"You just said, can you help me?" Pete asked after putting on his tie.

"Help." Cheng Qianfan shook his head, got up, and was about to leave the lounge.

"Where are you going?" Pete asked.

"Go outside." Cheng Qianfan burped, "You're not here, so it's not convenient for me to stay here."

He pointed to a safe in the corner of the lounge.

Here are all confidential files.

"It's okay." Pete waved his hand indifferently.

"No." Cheng Qianfan shook his head resolutely, "Don't hurt me, if any important documents are lost, I won't be able to tell."

"Don't worry." Pete picked up his briefcase, "I carry all the most important documents with me."

With that said, Pete took off his riding boots and put on leather shoes, "That's it, I'm leaving."

……

"Hey." Cheng Qianfan watched Pete leave in a hurry, and muttered and cursed.

This call was arranged by Cheng Qianfan.

The call was from a Belarusian woman.

Pete met this White Russian dancer in the big world before, and he fell in love with it.

It's just that this woman is good at fishing, and has always been indifferent to Pete, making Pete tickle.

Cheng Qianfan arranged for someone to find this Belarusian woman in private, and after spending a fortune, he got this phone number.

From what he knew of Pete, the guy was sure to take the bait.

Now, the bait is the bait. I didn't expect Pete to be so cautious that he put the important documents in his briefcase and took them away with him.

So, this plan is only half the battle.

Cheng Qianfan rubbed the keys in his pocket, thinking about the next plan.

The key is the key of the safe, and Cheng Qianfan had secretly prepared one long ago.

……

About half an hour later, Cheng Qianfan left the office and went to the corridor to smoke.

You can see the outside from here.

Hao Zai is repairing shoes at a shoe repair stall opposite the patrol room, and he is bragging and chatting with the stall owner and idlers.

Cheng Qianfan took out the lighter, held it up, shook it a few times, and then lit the cigarette.

Seeing this, Hao Zai, who had been paying attention to the situation here, got up to take a look, nodded, and left quickly.

Another half an hour later, on Ma Sinan Road, Second Lieutenant Peter's home.

The living room phone rang.

The maid who was wiping the floor with a rag wiped the sweat from her brow, then came over and picked up the microphone.

Birds were singing on the other end of the phone, and the maid couldn't understand it.

"Ma'am, call." The maid held the phone and called upstairs.

Pete's wife, Linda, was upstairs listening to records. The maid yelled several times before she heard it and came down slowly to answer the phone.

"Which one?" (French).

Haozai on the other end of the phone couldn't understand, but it didn't matter. Hearing a foreign woman on the other end of the phone spoke foreign language, it was a good match.

He said a word in the stuttering French that he just 'learned' today, and he had been reciting silently. He was afraid that the other party would not understand, so he stumbled and said it again, and immediately hung up the phone.

On the other end of the phone, Linda held the microphone in his hand, and it took him more than ten seconds to understand what the other party meant when he stuttered in French.

The face of the hostess changed immediately.

A few minutes later, after finishing the call at the telegraph office not far from here, Haozai, who had been staring at Pete's residence, saw a foreign woman and a maid angrily go out, and called two rickshaws, walk away.

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