Cicada Moving

 Chapter 722 Integration 1 (two in one)

Zhuang Zili let the tears on his face fall on the table drop by drop. Thinking of the current situation where everyone is a knife and a fish, he burst into tears.

“In the 23rd year of the Republic of China, the Secret Service Headquarters sent a secret message to the Tokyo Station to inform the Tokyo Station that a group of personnel from the Intelligence Section had come to Japan to perform secret missions.

The number of people is unknown, the person in charge is unknown, and the mission status is unknown. I only know that the mission is very confidential and Dai Chunfeng is directly responsible.

I have emergency contact information with them, but they have not contacted me in more than a year. General Gangcun, what I said is the truth. "

 He was still afraid after all, and told everything he knew about the situation. He no longer dared to look directly at Wang Zhongquan's **** head.

 One Second Hero,

 One second is a bear.

Sometimes the critical moment that determines the path of life only lasts a few seconds. If Zhuang Zili had chosen to take action just now, the outcome might have been different.

After hearing what he said, Gangcun hesitated for a moment and glanced at the traitor Tan Wei. Tan Wei immediately bent over and whispered a few words in the other person's ear.

Zhuang Zili lowered his head, his eyes full of murderous intent, thinking that this **** really hated himself for not dying. Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Gangcun ask again.

“Zhuang Sang, where are the messages sent to you by Jinling?”

“The darkroom of the Sunrise Cinema must have been burned down by the fire.”

"Oh? Zhuang Sang, please rewrite these telegrams and write down clearly the contact information for the secret personnel coming to Japan from the Intelligence Department. Can you do it?"

“Yes, General Gangcun, I hope to receive the strictest protection.”

“No problem, the Empire of Japan has always attached great importance to its friends.”

Gangcun got what he wanted and replied with a smile. He stretched out his hand to cover the small wooden box and gave Tan Wei an order in a relaxed tone.

“Tan, take Wang Zhongquan’s head and feed it to my dog. Anyone who dares to reject our goodwill will receive the most ruthless punishment.”

 “Hai.”

Tan Weitian lowered his head shamelessly, hugged the wooden box and walked out. Before leaving, he snorted at Zhuang Zili with a trace of ridicule on his face.

 with with the surname of Zhuang's pretend to be a loyal martyr  with a sense of loyalty and righteousness — is useless. When Jinling learns that we've surrendered to the enemy, we're all going to be hunted down by the Secret Service.

It is better to coax the Japanese into good health, not only to save his life, but also to enjoy the glory and wealth. If he wants to become a master, he must seize this opportunity.

Tan Wei hurried out, and soon the frantic barking of wolf dogs was heard outside, followed closely by the sounds of biting and chewing.

 “vomit~”

Zhuang Zili couldn't help but want to vomit. Intelligence officers are also human beings, and they will also feel sick when faced with something like this that transcends the bottom line of human nature.

At the same time, he had a full understanding of the ruthlessness of the Japanese, and shakily picked up the pen and paper handed over by Okamura and started writing a book.

 Half an hour later, Zhuang Zili was led out of the gate and into a car. Gang Cun in the room looked at what he had written and said to his entourage.

“Contact the Ministry of Internal Affairs① and ask them to immediately conduct an inventory of foreigners, imperial citizens, and expatriates who entered the country after January 1934, as quickly as possible.

The target information is unknown, and the destination may be any city. First, find personnel related to important military and political agencies, and report immediately once discovered.

 Tell those bureaucrats that this is an important case for the General Staff Headquarters, and whoever sabotages the military's plan will be dealt with under military law. "

 “Hai, Your Majesty the General.”

After speaking, the entourage quickly left to convey Okamura's order. It won't be long before ordinary people in Japan will be affected by this order.

 With the prevalence of monarchism, the opinions of the military gradually determined Japan's political direction and policies, and soldiers became more important.

In the tea garden, Gangcun held up the tea cup with one hand, stroked the wolf dog that was licking the blood on its paws with the other, and looked at the green bamboo dancing in the wind.

　　　 Left heavy,

 Special Service.

These are two formidable enemies. The zoo team he installed in Jinling was completely wiped out, and even the ace agent codenamed Boss died.

  He still doesn’t know how these people were exposed. The only gain is that he is sure that there is nothing wrong with Ryosuke Hase, an expert on China issues.

Also, the secret base of the Kwantung Army's water supply and epidemic prevention force was destroyed some time ago, and dozens of senior researchers were burned to ashes.

The result given by the Puppet Manchukuo authorities is that the attackers were probably members of the Anti-Japanese Alliance because they found certain traces in the nearby mountains and forests after the incident.

The forces that dare to attack the Kwantung Army in the Northeast and operate in the forest are none other than the Resistance League. The bandits will not attack Beiyinhe.

Thinking of this, Gangcun shook his head. According to the secret information he received, a considerable number of American-made Thompson submachine guns appeared on the scene.

The Anti-Japanese Alliance is notoriously poor. Under the encirclement and suppression by the Kwantung Army, they can't even equip each person with a rifle. How can they equip themselves with automatic firepower?

This matter may have been a joint effort between the underground party and the fruit party. When the Harbin Secret Service Section arrested the underground party in the Education Department, the two parties collaborated.

The thing that His Majesty Tianlu and the senior officials were most worried about finally happened. A united Republic of China was not in the interests of the empire, and the relationship between the two must be destroyed.

 For a time, countless conspiracies and conspiracies flashed through Gangcun's mind. After a long time, he smiled slightly and said, "If you are a party member, you will definitely accept the empire's goodwill."

 Ten days later,

In a small shop in Tokyo's port area, Zuo Zhong looked helpless while reading the newspaper report on the friendly consultation between the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Japan and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Republic of China.

The National Government and the Baldheads really care about food rather than fighting. I dare not believe this clumsy delaying strategy. How can there be real peace between China and Japan?

 “Okamoto-kun, please drink some water.”

At this time, He Yijun had her hair styled in a Japanese woman's style, wearing a kimono and wooden shoes. She took small steps and handed a glass of hot water to him.

The place where the two of them are staying now is a newly opened small drugstore. The store is almost more than ten square meters, and upstairs is a smaller living room.

Zuo Zhong took the tea cup and looked around at the medicine cabinets, display windows, and counters in the store. He nodded with satisfaction. The renovation cost was not wasted.

This place was originally a small restaurant selling ramen. After they rented it, they hired workers to make some minor changes and started business as quickly as possible.

It has been too many days since Tokyo Station was destroyed and Fu Ling and others disappeared. The incident must be investigated clearly as soon as possible without further delay.

In addition to monitoring the movements of construction workers these days, Zuo Zhong also went to several clubs and factories to apply for jobs. As expected, he was unsuccessful.

Today, he decided to go to the real target to see the situation. There were still no applicants for the three reporter positions at the Tokyo Daily News.

In Tokyo, a meager salary of 25 yen is not enough to support my family, let alone myself. I am afraid I have to pay for myself to work there.

 “Is anyone there? Excuse me.”

Just as he was thinking about it, someone shouted loudly outside the store, and then two policemen with guns walked into the store and quickly glanced at Zuo Zhong and the other two. The leading policeman bowed slightly and solemnly explained his purpose: “We are police officers from a nearby police station, and we are here today to conduct national registration.

 Could you please give your names and when you came here? According to the requirements of the Metropolitan Police Department, all people coming to Tokyo must provide household registration information. "

"Yes, Mr. Police Officer, I am Shigenobu Okamoto, and this is my wife Natsuko Okamoto. We returned to Tokyo from Mite Island to make a living half a month ago."

Hearing this, Zuo Zhong replied naturally, motioned to He Yijun to go upstairs and take down the household registration information of the two people, and then stood aside quietly and waited.

He did not strike up a conversation or use any clichés. The interpersonal relationships in Japan are not like those in the Republic of China. People are relatively indifferent to each other. If you talk too much, you will be suspected.

Within two minutes, He Yijun went downstairs and handed the document bag to the police, then stood behind Zuo Zhong with his head lowered, just like an ordinary Japanese woman.

During this period, the leading police officer had been quietly observing, but found nothing wrong, so he had no choice but to open the document bag and check the documents inside.

The above information and entry time record are all normal, the stamps from the Shanghai Consulate and Guandong Prefecture are clear, and there are no problems with the secret stamp.

However, returning citizens are the focus of this investigation. The police recorded the information of the two people and prepared to go back for verification, especially to the Shanghai Consulate.

The other party stayed in the Republic of China for several years. His thoughts, actions and speeches during this period must be verified one by one. No one dares to pervert the military's mission.

 “Please keep it.”

The lead policeman returned the document bag, and then took a closer look around the store under the leadership of Zuo Zhong, stamping on the floor and knocking on the wall from time to time.

Zuo Chong accompanied him with a smile, thinking to himself that if Lao Bai's men were one-tenth as dedicated as the other, the Japanese spies wouldn't even be able to enter Jinling.

After struggling for a while, the two Japanese policemen left. He walked to the door and waved, turned around and returned to the house, his face suddenly turned ugly.

When he was looking for a job a few days ago, he saw many police officers walking around the streets. He thought there was some big case, but it turned out to be a big sweep.

Such a detailed investigation is by no means an ordinary police operation. It is more like the work of an intelligence agency. The target is likely to be Fu Ling and others.

 Otherwise the enemy would not ask them when they came here. Moreover, the Japanese would do this as soon as something happened at Tokyo Station. How could it be such a coincidence?

He bets that the police in other Japanese cities should also be operating. This is a large-scale counterintelligence operation involving the entire Japan.

 There is a ghost inside,

 Still a big insider.

Other than Dai Chunfeng, only a few high-level officials at Tokyo Station knew that the Intelligence Section sent personnel to perform secret missions in Japan.

To be precise, only Zhuang Zili, Wang Zhongquan, and Tan Wei knew about it. It was now certain that the traitor must be among these three people.

After thinking about it, he said a few words to He Yijun and walked out of the drugstore, then trotted onto a tram and headed to the location of Tokyo Daily News.

The action needs to be accelerated. Zuo Zhong doesn't know how many things people like Zhuang Zili have mastered. It is related to the success or failure of the canned plan, and no mistakes can be made.

The tram drove for more than an hour, and a spectacular building appeared in front of him, and the Tokyo Nikki Shimbun newspaper office arrived.

Tokyo Daily News,

  Founded in 1872, it is a right-wing media that strongly promotes monarchism. Zuo Zhong got out of the car, took a look at the building, and walked over.

Perhaps it was because there were so few people applying for the job, so it didn’t take much effort for him to get in touch with the person in charge of the recruitment through the doorman.

“Okamoto, please sit down and welcome to the Tokyo Daily News. I am Satoshi Ono, the deputy director of the Reporting Department, who specializes in managing new reporters.”

A fat man with a sanitary beard sat behind the desk, pointed at the stool to Zuo Zhong, who had just come in, and introduced himself seriously.

 “I met Minister Ono.”

Zuo Zhong bowed politely and offered a flattery at his fingertips: "I'm really rude for coming here. Please forgive me, Mr. Minister."

After two or three years in the officialdom of the government, his ability to flatter and be flattered is not the same as it was a few years ago. It can be said that he has reached an advanced level.

What is the most embarrassing thing about the deputy position? It's that subtitle. It's these people who don't fart loudly and their speech doesn't count. Of course, he himself doesn't count.

 In short, if you want to quickly develop a relationship with Satoshi Ono, language and art is one aspect, and attitude is another. You must make him feel respected.

The other party asked him to sit down, but if he did sit down, he would definitely get into trouble. Zuo Zhong even suspected that the newspaper office's inability to recruit people might have something to do with this person.

 “Haha, call me deputy minister.”

When Ono Satoshi heard the word "minister", his expression did not change at all, but his tone softened slightly: "You're welcome, you haven't joined the job yet."

"No, no, you are older than Okamoto. As a junior, even if you cannot enter the newspaper office, you must have the proper etiquette."

Zuo Zhong quickly waved his hands as if he couldn't help it, and retorted righteously, sometimes flattery needs to be done hard and sometimes softly.

 “Haha, sit down.”

 Until this moment, a smile appeared on Ono Satoshi's face, the mustache on his lips curled up, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became harmonious.

"Thank you, Mr. Minister." Zuo Zhong sat down this time. There was only one word difference between "please sit down" and "sit down", but the meaning behind it was completely different and more cordial.

He put his hands on his knees, his waist straight, and his eyes looking at the tip of the other person's nose. He looked magnanimous but not too aggressive.

Ono Satoshi smiled lightly, knowing that the young man in front of him understood the laws of social operation, and there was no need to say any polite nonsense.

Mr. Deputy Minister thought about this and coughed slightly: "Okamoto-kun, our Tokyo Daily News is a large newspaper and has high requirements on personnel.

You have seen the recruitment notice and you should know the specific requirements. You must have graduated from elementary school and can use words proficiently. I don’t know how you can prove it. "

 “Your Excellency, please review this.”

Zuo Zhongshua stood up, respectfully placed his files and several current affairs reports on the other party's table, and then stood aside in awe.

 The mission required the work of a reporter. He had to ensure that no mistakes were made, so he naturally came prepared, and the things he had prepared would be used now.

Satoshi Ono quickly checked these things, feeling more and more satisfied. Okamoto's handwriting was strong and powerful, his words were accurate, and his writing was smooth.

What’s even more difficult is that his analysis of current affairs is insightful, he has a high-level view of the overall situation, and some of his words are more sophisticated than many veteran reporters.

Looking at the academic background in the file, it completely met the newspaper's recruitment requirements, so he stood up and stretched out his right hand and said very kindly.

 “Welcome to the Tokyo Daily News, Mr. Okamoto.”

①The Ministry of Internal Affairs is in charge of police affairs in Japan.

 (End of this chapter)