"Is this for me?" Qian Xiaobao was playing with the mini camera happily.

"Be careful when using it. You must not be able to notice it. I adjusted the focal length. It is best to shoot at about fifteen meters. The distance should not be too far, otherwise the effect will be very poor." Schultz instructed.

"It seems that the information I sent last time is very important." Qian Xiaobao said. His mind moved very quickly.

"The last time I took advantage of the darkness when they came out, no one noticed that I finally took a photo. But I couldn't get inside. What can I take now?" Qian Xiaobao asked.

"Photograph people! The Japanese and the five Russians who are in charge of this mission. Don't turn on the camera. Just hand the camera to me after the shooting." Schultz replied.

It is November now. It is late in Harbin but the sun sets early.

The people from the Kwantung Army Intelligence Department who were carrying out the mission entered the Jiangfang Fleet's base and left the sky was dark.

Although the shooting effect is poor, it is easy to conceal.

"Be careful!" Schultz in a stressed tone.

Although Qian Xiaobao is very clever, he has not undergone special training after all.

Being a intelligence officer calm and calm in response to changes is the most important ability.

Oyamagang felt that he could no longer live without Qian Xiaobao. As the war in the south was fully unfolded, the grain from the northeast, especially rice, flour and soybeans, was transported to the south and Japan in large quantities.

Although as a Japanese soldier, Dashangang can still eat rice, now we often ingest the "cultural rice" in rice, that is, white sorghum rice.

The vegetables and vegetables served are even more simple. If there is a small fish with half a chopstick, it will be considered rich.

This morning, Qian Xiaobao took out a big steamed bun and handed it to Dashangang. Economic control has begun to be implemented. There is no way to see rice and white flour in the world.

God knows where Qian Xiaobao got the steamed buns.

Dashangang took the big steamed bun and found that there were several large pieces of fat meat in the middle of the steamed bun.

He hurriedly turned around and went to find a corner where no one was eating steamed buns.

The military truck drove to the gate of the Jiangfang Fleet. The people on the truck jumped out of the truck in turn.

Qian Xiaobao stood more than ten meters away, crossing his hands in front of his chest and nodding and smiling at everyone.

Shiraki Kuoyuki, Aihara Hiroki and the five Russians ignored him. Only Yaguchi Kenshin looked at him from a distance.

On the surface, Shunzo Matsumoto was a diplomatic messenger at the Japanese Embassy in the Soviet Union. In fact, he was a member of the Kanto Army Intelligence Department.

This time he set out from Moscow along the Siberian Railway to the Japanese Consulate in Vladivostok.

Shunzo Matsumoto was cautious along the way. People like him were followed by Soviet internal affairs along the way.

Even the service personnel on the train were from Soviet intelligence agencies.

There have been incidents where diplomatic messengers fainted after eating and drinking on the train.

When they woke up, they found that the files they carried with them had been flipped or even lost directly.

In fact, the documents he carried with him this time were not afraid of being seen by Soviet intelligence personnel. He only made them for outsiders to see them with caution.

There is only one thing he wants to protect - it is a specially designed and highly accurate camera that is carried close to his body.

Whenever the train arrives at the station, someone stands at the window of the Shunzao Matsumoto train box and blocks the window with his wide shoulders.

The Siberian Railway is full of factories, mines and military bases. These are absolutely not allowed to be watched by the Japanese.

The train heads eastward, passing through Chita Ulan Ud Blagoveshchensk to Khabarovsk.

Matsumoto Shunzuo suddenly cheered up. He stood up and moved his limbs and rubbed his face with both hands.

His mission location is about to arrive this time. He wants to keep his attention highly concentrated.

The train stayed in Khabarovsk for a long time, and Shunzuo Matsumoto was waiting anxiously.

When the train finally started slowly, Matsumoto Shunzao checked the door lock of the train compartment again. Then he took out the camera he carried at any time and opened the dust cover to prepare for taking pictures.

The train drove onto the Amur River Railway Bridge. The sounds of the wheels and rails became empty. The sounds of Matsumoto Shunzao's heart was pounding.

He stood up with the camera in both hands, and his whole body was attached to the train window. The camera lens pressed the shutter downward towards each bridge pier that the train passed by.

At this time, there will be no Soviet intelligence personnel blocking the car window. Matsumoto Shunzo can take a photo at one time.

It took more than three minutes for the train to pass through the 2,600-meter main bridge section. Matsumoto Shunzo photographed all the piers of the bridge, especially several piers in the heart of the river.

Matsumoto Shunzuo sat down dejectedly. In just a few minutes, he was sweating all over, as if he had used all his strength.

At night, Matsumoto Shunzao, who had completed the task, slept particularly sweetly.

The door of the train compartment was opened gently. Yes, the door that was originally locked by Matsumoto Shun was opened.

A man walked into the box gently. He walked to Matsumoto Shunzao's side and lifted the blanket and groped with his hands on Matsumoto Shunzao's body for a while and took out the camera.

The man quietly retreated again.

Shunzuo Matsumoto never woke up from the whole process.

The man walked along the train corridor into a dark train compartment. There were already two technicians waiting there.

Half an hour later, the man took the camera and entered the train box of Matsumoto Shunzao, and put the camera back into his underwear pocket. Then he covered the blanket and everything returned to its original state.

A bald man in his fifties was having a midnight snack in the train dining car.

"It seems that our Japanese friends are interested in the railway bridge over the Amur River." The man said with a sip of vodka.

When Matsumoto Shunzo woke up again, it was already dawn. Outside the car window was an icy swamp that could not be seen at first sight.

He stretched his waist and felt relaxed all over. Suddenly, Shunzo Matsumoto remembered the camera on his body and hurriedly touched his underwear pocket. After touching the camera, Shunzo Matsumoto breathed a sigh of relief. He completed the intelligence mission successfully this time.

A few days later, Qian Xiaobao reluctantly handed the miniature camera to Schultz.

"The light is not good in the morning or evening. I took a few photos of everyone. It should be fine." Qian Xiaobao said.

Schultz took the camera and immediately wrapped it carefully with paper. The film inside had to be handled by a special technician from the superiors.

It is also rare to be able to take photos of people from the Kwantung Army Intelligence Department.

What Schultz didn't know was that by confirming the independent engineer troops stationed in Jiamusi, Kusuo Shiraki could roughly determine the mission goals of the Japanese.

"How much life is the information I sent this time worth?" Qian Xiaobao asked.
Chapter completed!