Cicada Moving

Chapter 852 Wooden Fish

 Shanghai Zhabei.

This land, which was originally part of the Chinese border and is now under the control of the Japanese, is still prosperous, with constant shouts of hawking, and constant traffic of pedestrians and vehicles. Everything is no different from what it was during the government's rule.

Only the Japanese patrols and wandering ronin that can be seen everywhere on the streets told the Chinese around them that they had become slaves of the country.

As the sky gradually darkens and many citizens return home from get off work, the streets become more and more crowded. Food sellers, cigarette sellers, and newspaper sellers quickly occupy favorable positions and start business.

At this moment, a black car suddenly stopped on the side of the road. The sharp sound of the brakes startled everyone. Several traitors in suits and top hats were trying to extort vendors. Seeing this, they ran over in an aggressive manner. The man next to the car wants to rip off someone.

The merchants who were extorted by them had a hint of schadenfreude on their lips, ready to watch the show. These traitors dared to come and make money without even asking where this place was.

 “Little Red Man, you…”

As soon as the leading traitor breathed out the fragrance, he was slapped hard by the people in the car. The other traitors cursed and wanted to draw their guns, but when they saw the driver's appearance, their expressions immediately became flattering.

The leader covered his cheek with one hand, took off his hat with the other and nodded: "So it's you. I'm just saying, who has such strong hands? It's just a small person who doesn't open his eyes. Please forgive me."

The driver squinted his eyes and stared at this person for a while, then took out his wallet from his arms, took out seven or eight bills one by one, threw it in the other person's face and said.

“Go away, don’t let me see you here again, otherwise I’ll be careful that my guns don’t have eyes. Lately, agents from the Lower Party and the Fruit Party have been extremely rampant. Please go out and stop them.”

 After saying that, he turned around and left, completely unafraid of these traitors who were running rampant in Shanghai.

"understand."

 “Thank you sir for the reward~”

 “You walk slowly~”

The traitors didn't mind being slapped in the face at all, they flattered the driver shamelessly, sent the driver into an old residential building, and then left happily counting the money.

The people watching the theater looked at this scene with disdain, then looked at the building with complicated expressions, and shook their heads helplessly. That man is a good man. If it weren't for him, the Chinese people nearby would have suffered a lot more. It's a pity...

 This world, alas!

The driver, who still didn't know that he was being labeled as a good guy, climbed to the top of the residential building in one breath, quickly came outside a room and looked down at the keyhole of the Spilling lock.

　　Confirming that the direction of the keyhole was the same as when he left it in the morning, he opened the door and entered the room and closed the door with his backhand. Then he closed his eyes and leaned against the door panel and took a deep breath.

 Distant streetlights and moonlight shine through the glass into the dark room. You can vaguely see a painful expression on the driver's face, and two lines of tears slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes.

 “Are you feeling uncomfortable, Muyu?”

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the darkness. The driver opened his eyes suddenly and rolled to the cabinet in the living room. He took the pistol from his waist and pointed it in the direction of the sound.

“You shouldn’t use military evasive maneuvers. Your background is that of a gangster, not a soldier who has undergone strict military training. If I were Japanese, you would be dead.”

The man in the darkness said something again, and turned on the floor lamp in the corner with a click. The room suddenly became brighter, and Zuo Zhong, who was supposed to be in Jiacheng, was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed.

The Japanese espionage organization in Changcheng was wiped out. All the Japanese spies and moles, including Guo Bin, were shot three days ago to quell public anger. He embarked on a new journey without having time to rest.

Under the light, Zuo Zhong stood up and came to the window. Listening to the noisy sound below, he reached out and half-closed the curtains, and once again pointed out the two stupid mistakes made by the other party.

“Why don’t you turn on the lights immediately after entering the door? Is this what the special training class and Wu Chunyang taught you? If someone is watching outside today, this unusual move will kill you!

 Also, what I told you before is that the more safety marks you have in your residence, the better. The more and more complex your marks are, the greater the probability of the enemy missing something. Do you understand? "

His tone was extremely stern, but he was worried about the other person's mental state. He was secretly glad that this trip was the right one, because a mature agent would not shed tears.

 The inability to control emotions does not matter to ordinary people, but it is a fatal flaw for intelligence personnel. If they cannot even control themselves, how can they carry out dangerous tasks.

As the only mole of the Secret Service who broke into the traitor group in Shanghai, Muyu must not let anything happen to him. This is related to the success or failure of the intelligence work in the next few years, so he should not be careless.

 “Deputy Director, I miss you.”

 Besides, when the driver saw Zuo Zhong, he choked and cried like a child. In fact, he was indeed a child, but he had an extremely heavy task on his shoulders.

Zuo Zhong walked up to him, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, his face softened slightly: "You are already a young man, why are you still crying, Tongsuo, you must not forget what I said.

 Liberating in the hearts of Japanese people, if you say a wrong word or do a wrong thing, you will pay the price with your own life and that of your comrades. I don’t want to see news of your death in the newspaper one day.

 Remember today’s lesson. The enemy is very cunning. You must be more vigilant every minute and every second. If you encounter difficulties, contact the Impermanence Team in time to report it. Don’t hold on. ” ˆ ˆ For intelligence personnel who are wandering abroad, reminders are necessary and care is also necessary. They cannot be released and ignored like the Japanese did to Guo Bin. This will cause big problems.

Especially because the other party grew up following a pickpocketing gang and lacked a sense of security. After joining the Secret Service, he finally found a "family". Now that he is sent to a strange environment, his mentality can easily get out of control.

When Tongsuo, codenamed Muyu, heard this, he wiped his tears with his sleeve and nodded: "I know, Deputy Director, do you have a mission in Shanghai? Do you need my help?

 Don't worry, I am now Ji Yunqing's personal follower. This old traitor has some respect among the Japanese. Ordinary military police and Japanese soldiers are quite polite to me. "

Zuo Zhong smiled and didn't answer. That's how information is handled. Keeping confidentiality has nothing to do with trust. It's just a professional habit. Besides, sometimes knowing too much is not a good thing.

He motioned for the other party to sit down and talk. After the two of them sat down, he asked about Tongsuo's hidden progress around Ji Yunqing and the cooperation between the Shanghai Cao Gang and the Japanese.

 Although the historical No. 76 was established in 1939 and has not yet been established, did the traitors not do things for the Japanese before then? This is of course impossible.

 Shanghai, a vanity fair, has never lacked "smart people" who can adapt to the changing circumstances. Some people were loyal to the Japanese before the war started, let alone after the Japanese occupied Shanghai.

Tongsuo heard Zuo Zhong's inquiry and replied through gritted teeth: "Since he saw me killing those guards who did evil things at Tiger Bridge, Ji Yunqing trusted me and told me a lot of secrets.

According to him, the bosses of the Caogang Gang in Shanghai currently hold three different attitudes towards the Japanese. Some choose to be neutral, such as Boss Huang, and some choose to be conciliatory, and Boss Du is one of the representatives.

The remaining scoundrels, such as Ji Yunqing and Boss Zhang, chose to serve the Japanese with all their strength, snooping around for information, and assisting the Japanese military police in arresting patriots. Their men suffered heavy blood debts.

There are four categories of targets they target. The first is underground party members and journalists; the second is agents of the Kuomintang; the third is concession administrators; and the fourth is financial personnel retained by the government in banks in the concession.

 Some time ago, an important person at the Shanghai Station of the Secret Service Headquarters was recognized by Ji Yunqing's apprentice. This gang of traitors followed the clues and arrested dozens of people in total. I also participated in the operation under Ji Yunqing's order. "

　　When mentioning this matter, his expression darkened, his breathing became rapid, and the hand on the armrest clenched into a fist, obviously thinking of something that was difficult to accept.

Zuo Zhong paused for a moment, looked at the other party and asked lightly: "Have you handed over your name?"

 A certificate of submission.

 A way for ancient marginalized groups to enhance group cohesion and express loyalty to individuals and organizations. It has strong personal attachment and anti-social characteristics, and is mostly illegal behavior.

Ji Yunqing's character must have become more suspicious after being captured alive once. It can be described as a snake's shadow. He must be very cautious in screening his subordinates, and it will not work without handing over their names.

So is there any way to test whether a person is loyal? Of course, it is to kill people from the opposing camp with your own hands. At this time in Shanghai, members of the Fruit Party and the Underground Party have become the best targets.

This is a commonly used method in the intelligence community. The first thing any force does after instigating a rebellion against enemy intelligence personnel is to completely cut off the traitor's escape route. The Secret Service has also done this.

Before arranging Tongsuo to lurk, Zuo Zhong had already thought of this and told Tongsuo. Judging from the other party's reaction, the psychological impact of this incident was more serious than he imagined.

Tongsuo was silent for a long time. He slowly raised his head and his eyes were full of pleading: "Deputy Director, can I withdraw? I don't want to become an executioner, and I don't want to attack my compatriots.

 Do you know that I personally killed the mother of a child in front of his child? The other person was the Chief of the General Affairs Section of the Secret Service Headquarters, and faced the brutal torture without even a word of explanation.

She is a hero, but I... wanted to kill her with my own hands. The moment I pulled the trigger, I really wanted to turn around and kill Ji Yunqing, and then myself, but for the sake of the mission, I could only shoot. "

 After explaining the process of handing over the name, he bit his lip hard to hold back his sadness and anger. Soon his lip was bitten and blood flowed into his mouth bit by bit, with an indescribable bitterness.

 “Are you sad?”

Zuo Zhong raised his head and looked at the ceiling, and asked Tongsuo in a very cold tone. Then he turned his head again, raised his hand and pointed at his forehead and heart, and said every word.

“If one day, I am arrested in front of you, don’t hesitate, don’t hesitate, give me a good time, I won’t blame you, because you are helping me relieve my pain.

I think the General Affairs Section Chief at the Secret Service Headquarters also thinks so. We have pledged our lives to the country, and it is inevitable that we will be buried in the battlefield. Being able to die quickly is the perfect ending.

 You must remember that the more painful it is, the more firm your belief must be. The Japanese and traitors like Ji Yunqing must pay their due price, and the sacrifices of those heroes must not be in vain.

　　Okay, let’s talk about where the child is now and how the guarding situation is. Even if our generation is dead, all of them are dead, as long as the child has hope in the future. "

He decisively ended the conversation. After accepting the task, he realized that to send people out of Shanghai, they needed to be rescued from Japanese control first. Who said that the party would not be cunning.

Now the Japanese will transfer and execute targets at any time. They have no time to be here. The dead are gone, and the living have their own responsibilities and tasks to complete.

Tongsuo, who was thinking about the meaning of Zuo Zhong's words, probably guessed the purpose of the deputy director's visit, but he didn't dare to ask more questions, so he opened his mouth to tell all the information he knew.

 —Both out of duty and atonement.