Spy Wars: I signed in at the Military Police at the beginning

"Brother Fengqing, stop beating around the bush, I'm dizzy!"

Looking at Zeng Shunjiang walking around the room, Wang Ruyu finally couldn't help but scold him.

Wang Ruyu felt that strange things had happened to him since he was transferred from the Loyal and Patriotic Army to the Shanghai District. First, half a month ago, a member of the intelligence team who had defected to the enemy was struck by lightning and turned into ashes.

Just a week ago, the bomb of the third team of the action group exploded prematurely when they were executing the assassination plan, resulting in the death of two members of the team. Now, five members of the intelligence team were arrested and imprisoned by the third branch without any signs.

"Brother Tianmu, we are brothers who have worked together before. This time, for the sake of the party and the country, you must lend a hand to me!" Zeng Shunjiang stopped walking around and sat down dejectedly on the sofa beside him.

"How could five people be caught together when their hiding places were not in the same area? Tell me why they were together during their undercover period? What happened to the discipline that the undercover personnel repeatedly emphasized?"

Wang Ruyu was so angry when he saw Zeng Shunjiang's decadent look. If he hadn't been isolated by the district secretary and the deputy district mayor, Wang Ruyu really wanted to take this old colleague, with whom he had some friendship, back to the headquarters to hold him accountable.

"District chief, everyone is under a lot of pressure right now. This matter..." Zeng Shunjiang looked at Wang Ruyu's face, which was so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip out of it, and swallowed the second half of his words of excuse unconsciously.

"Okay, let's wait until the person who is gathering intelligence comes back." Wang Ruyu waved his hand impatiently.

....

"Knock knock knock" someone knocked on the office door rapidly.

"Enter!"

"Is there any news from the prison?" Wang Ruyu asked Chu Yapeng, the district chief's secretary and telecommunications technician, who came in.

"Reporting to the commander, I have already found out that this is just a raid on the Communist Party. The captured members were detained by the police for ransom."

Zeng Shunjiang breathed a sigh of relief after receiving the news. Before Wang Ruyu could speak, he hurriedly asked, "Secretary Chu, do you know how much the ransom is?"

"Team Leader Zeng, according to our understanding, it should be thirty dollars per person. But plus we need to find the local security office of the arrested person to act as a guarantor, so it is estimated that it will cost forty dollars to redeem the person." Chu Yapeng replied.

"Okay, this is a good job. Xiao Chu, you can go out first. Brother Feng Qing, you can also go to the finance department to get the money, and quickly send someone to redeem the people. As for the identification, take all five people back to the headquarters for identification."

Wang Ruyu no longer wanted to deal with this matter. These five people who had seriously violated discipline would be dealt with by the headquarters. No matter how they were dealt with in the Shanghai area, it would only affect morale.

Zeng Shunjiang was not in a hurry to leave after Chu Yapeng left.

"Brother Fengqing, is there anything else?"

"District Chief, there is something I want to report to you, but I forgot to tell you because I was in a hurry. The Japanese puppet internal personnel who was instigated by Commissioner Zhou of the rebellion team left us a message in the dead mailbox set up by Commissioner Zhou. Please take a look at this." Zeng Shunjiang took out a bar of soap from his briefcase and handed it over.

"I remember this. I remember you applied for 1,000 French francs from me as activity funds. I didn't expect it would pay off."

Wang Ruyu's tone was full of excitement. He stood up, took the soap, and looked at the printed words on the soap while speaking.

The general meaning is that this person code-named Grey Sparrow is lurking inside the Japanese puppet regime and it is inconvenient to contact him. He is also told that if Grey Sparrow has any intelligence in the future, it will be placed in a newly established dead mailbox in the International Settlement.

What surprised Wang Ruyu the most was that Gray Bird actually had his own radio station. In the message, Gray Bird said that if the Military Control Commission had any urgent matters to contact, they could use the radio on a specific channel between 7:00 and 7:30 in the morning and 7:00 to 7:30 in the evening.

In addition, Graybird also explained that a code book for communication would be placed in the new dead mailbox in three days.

Wang Ruyu felt that this Gray Bird was quite capable, but was a little too cautious. It would have been fine if he didn't want to make contact, but he was so careful that he didn't even want the benefits. But it didn't matter. Wang Ruyu felt that as long as he was determined, it would only take some time to find the person.

Wang Ruyu then ordered: "Brother Fengqing, send someone to keep an eye on it. If there is no problem with the place, find the person as well. It seems that he still does not trust our organization."

What Wang Ruyu didn't know was that Commissioner Zhou of the subversion team had never instigated anyone to defect within the Japanese and puppet regime.

The information reported previously was all for funding purposes. The 600 yuan activity fund given by Zeng Shunjiang was directly handed over to the organization by Commissioner Zhou.

When Zhou Ke thought about this incident, he felt that the Kuomintang was really careless. No one noticed anything was wrong. But it was a good thing. Zhou Ke used this opportunity to temporarily contact the Military Control Commission.

As for Zhou Ke's dead mailbox, he had the family warriors set up two of them three days ago. He originally didn't plan to use them now, but since the system came out of nowhere and greatly guaranteed the security of transmitting information, Zhou Ke activated the dead mailbox in advance.

As for the radio station, since Matsuda Hall originally had a commercial radio station that was replaced, Zhou Ke simply added the radio station as well.

The radio control and compilation of the code book are the responsibility of Samurai No. 8, who is proficient in telecommunications in the Matsuda family. No. 8 may not be able to handle a very complicated code, but for now, a general one is enough.

Speaking of which, Zhou Ke had a certain distrust of the Military Control Commission's Shanghai District at that time. Zhou Ke remembered that in his previous life, when he was watching a documentary, he learned that in 1939, there seemed to be a big spy in the Shanghai District who wanted to defect to the Wang Puppet Government.

But Zhou Ke really couldn't remember who it was, so he could only act or pass on information without exposing his identity.

It’s a pity that the code name Grey Sparrow has a low status now and cannot contact the Military Control Commission headquarters directly. Otherwise, it would not only be convenient but also greatly reduce the risk of exposure.

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"Sign in!" The first thing Zhou Ke did after waking up the next day was to sign in.

Zhou Ke's luck was surprisingly good today, and he actually won a box of ten-liang-weight large yellow croakers.

The box was not small and contained twenty large yellow croakers. This was a good income for Zhou Ke, who was quite wealthy.

Half an hour later, after getting up and having breakfast, Zhou Ke did not go directly to the Third Branch Office, but went to Matsuda Corporation in the International Settlement first.

When passing by the death mailbox on Yangzhou Road, Zhou Ke passed three soaps with printed contents into the death mailbox. What Zhou Ke didn't know, or even cared about, was that the noodle stall owner not far from the death box had been replaced.

"Be careful, kid. You are pretending to read the newspaper in order to spy on me. If you are not pretending to spy on me in order to read the newspaper, why would I accept you as my disciple?"

The owner of the noodle stall not far from the dead mailbox whispered a lesson to a diner who was reading a newspaper at the table next to him.

"Master, was my acting fake? I was really reading a newspaper." Zhang Erniu, who was reading the newspaper and slurping noodle soup, was a little confused.

"I know you are reading the newspaper, never mind, just read it~"

Zhou Daming, who was sent by the Shanghai District to monitor the death mailbox, felt a little helpless at this time. After accepting this not-so-dangerous task, he had planned to bring his apprentices in the team for some training, but the performance of this apprentice really made him very angry.

What Zhou Daming, who had been monitoring the dead mailbox, didn't know was that the information had been transmitted without anyone noticing right under his nose.

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"Three bars of soap were put in there right under your noses?"

"I really didn't see anyone go there. Erniu took a look when he was on his way to monitor somewhere else, and the thing was inside."

"Didn't you check it when you went there this morning? How did it get in if no one put it there? Those were three bars of soap, not a cigarette butt. How could it fly in out of thin air?"

Zeng Shunjiang scolded Zhou Daming and the other man in Wang Ruyu's office.

"Brother Fengqing, don't worry. As long as the dead mailbox is there, there will still be a chance. Take your people out, and ask Xiao Chu from the telecommunications team to come over. I have something to tell you."

After Wang Ruyu ordered a few people to go out, he carefully studied the "code book" in his hand.

What puzzled District Chief Wang the most was that this Graybird had somehow managed to print the current code book in such small font on the soap wrapper.