One day in January 1941, several vigilant guards stood outside the office of the Director of the Military Intelligence Bureau. Two sounds sounded from the thick door panel, and the volume was very small and almost inaudible.

“Have you checked all commercial radio stations?”

"The bureau chief has checked all the time."

“How is the situation?”

“No suspicious found.”

Dai Chunfeng and Li Qiwu asked questions and answers, and declared the bankruptcy of the investigation into the secret radio station, and then the office fell into silence.

Li Qiwu lowered his head and did not dare to look up, for fear that his actions would anger Lao Dai, and at the same time he regretted taking on this job.

After a long time, Dai Chunfeng slowly let go of his frowning brow, tapped his fingers on the armrest of the sofa a few times, and said lightly.

"It's okay if there is no result, it means that our work is effective. The rebels are not rampant in the mountain city. You can continue to identify the official radio station and the underground radio station.

By the way, on New Year's Day, Bai Wenzhi and Xu Weiming performed, have you ever been out during this period? Or have you ever contacted suspicious people?"

"It's normal. Xu Weiming didn't leave at all. He asked for nothing and went to the toilet, but our people were staring at him." Li Qiwu replied softly.

If possible, he really wanted to blame the Bai and Xu Weiming for their surnames. Unfortunately, there were many people present that day, so he couldn't open his eyes and talk lies.

Dai Chunfeng said with a word, waved his hand and asked Li Qiwu to go out. He was still sitting on the sofa thinking about something until he was awakened by a phone ring.

"Dingling~"

"Hello?"

"Two hours later, Liuyichun Teahouse."

"good."

On the other end of the phone, a man who deliberately lowered his voice signed up for the time and address. Dai Chunfeng didn't say much, which seemed very mysterious.

What's more special is that the red phone used by Dai Chunfeng when answering the phone is his confidential line. No one has the right to monitor it. The entire Military Commission has only such a phone with this privilege.

After hanging up the phone, Lao Dai stood by the table pressing the microphone and thinking for a while, his eyes full of suspicion. "That person" has a sensitive identity, why should he take the risk of contacting himself?

Once discovered, even if the other party has three heads and six arms, he will not be able to escape and die. The underground party will not be sympathetic to the traitor.

After hesitating for a moment, Lao Dai called his secretary Li Wei and asked the other party to secretly draw dozens of elite troops from the guard brigade to accompany him to the appointment.

He was not afraid of the underground party setting up ambush. After all, it is well known that the Northwest does not engage in political assassination. What he was afraid of is that "that person" was mixed with the Japanese - never overestimate the moral bottom line of a traitor.

After getting ready, Dai Chunfeng got into the car and left the headquarters, followed by seven or eight various types of cars with civilian license plates.

Such a large formation made the spies of all sizes suspicious, wondering if there was another big case. The bureau chief was going to take action in person.

Liuyichun Teahouse.

The waiter carried the long-mouthed teapot unique to the southwest to add tea to the guests. Tears from all over the world set up a dragon gate formation (chat) in various dialects. The teahouse was full of people and was very lively.

Dai Chunfeng, wearing a long gown and a fake beard on his face, walked into the store, his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses glanced around, and walked towards a private room.

Several small spies who had been disguised followed closely, sitting down at the front door, back door, counter and window, with their hands faintly placed on the hem of their clothes.

"Dongdong."

"It's Manager Hong outside the door. Cough, cough, please come in quickly."

Dai Chunfeng knocked on the private room twice, and when he heard the reply inside, he felt relieved and then pushed the door open and entered.

In the private room, a man hid in the shadow of the corner, pressing the brim of his hat with his right hand and covering his mouth with a handkerchief with his left hand to cough constantly, looking like a short-lived ghost with a near-lasting life.

Seeing Dai Chunfeng come in, the man quickly got up and took off his hat, nodded and greeted him.

"Director Dai, see you..."

"Okay, don't talk nonsense. If you are so anxious, what's wrong with asking me to come? Don't you tell me, except to report the movements of the secret radio station every day?"

Dai Chunfeng didn't give the other party a good look. Now is the critical moment. He doesn't want to listen to anything, he just wants to catch the secret radio station!

The mysterious man smiled awkwardly, bowed slightly and lowered his posture, explaining why he was anxious to contact Lao Dai.

"Director Dai, a special commissioner may be sent to the northwest. There is also a radio operator with him. The original radio operator will return to the northwest for training. As soon as I got the news, I called you.

This is a good opportunity. A person who can serve as a special commissioner in the underground party is either a hard-working international member who has returned from Red Russia or a veteran counter-gangster. If the other party is caught, there will be great gains."

Special commissioner, radio operator.

These two words kept stimulating Dai Chunfeng's nerves. Of course, he knew the weight of the special commissioner and the radio operator. It can be said that as long as any of the two fell into his hands, it would be a huge victory.

Resisting the excitement, Dai Chunfeng thought carefully and determined whether there was any fraud. Soon he ruled out this possibility.

This operation was very secretive, and the identity of the mole was even more top secret. He only knew the entire Military Control Commission, and he didn't even tell Zuo Chong that the mole could not be exposed.

Having confirmed this, Dai Chunfeng patted the table gently and said coldly under the traitor's gaze.

"Okay, without further ado, you will return to the Wei government of the gangsters immediately and find a way to find out the route of the two men entering the mountain city, time and disguised identity.

At the appropriate time, I will let someone control them through public security inspections and try not to involve you. Your position is very important and must not be exposed. Don’t worry, I will remember your first merit when I catch someone.

Let’s do this. From now on, you will be the lieutenant intelligence officer of our Military Commission. All the treatment is in line with the headquarters staff. By the way, how are you in good health? Can you persist?"

Painting cakes is a basic skill that all commanders must master. Lao Dai casually promoted Mole and also cared about him.

The mole's face was flushed because of his excitement or because of his cough, and immediately expressed his gratitude.

"Well, thank you Director Dai for your concern. I'm an old problem, it doesn't matter."

"That's good, you'll do this next..."

Dai Chunfeng whispered a few words to Mole, and the content was all about the experience extracted from the intelligence operations commanded by Zuo Chong.

The teacher secretly learns from students. It is not a good story to spread this matter~ This is also evidence of the orderly inheritance of the Military Language.

After discussing the matter, Dai Chunfeng and the traitor left one after another, and the teahouse was still so lively, as if nothing had happened.

At the same time.

On a small street in Shancheng District, in a small building with the sign "Zhicheng Company" hanging, underground Dangshan City Wei, the person in charge of "Lao Peng", held a telegram in his hand and looked ugly.

This veteran underground intelligence officer never expected that a traitor would appear under his nose!

At this moment, the reactionary spies were staring at them not far away. They were not caught. It was not that the Fruit Party had made good intentions, but that the enemy wanted to follow the clues.

Shame! What a shame!

He clamped the message tightly with both hands, and his heart was full of anger. The faces of Wei members of the underground party city of Shancheng kept flashing in his mind.

According to the clues given by the superiors, the traitor was transferred from Zhucheng, and his location and level were not low. There were many people in Shancheng Wei who met these two conditions.

For example, the director of the Urban Work Department, the director of the Student Work Department, the deputy director of the Organization Department, and even his deputy secretary and other dozen people.

This is because after the fall of Fengcheng, the local organization retreated to the mountain city urgently, and the merger of the two sides formed the current Shancheng Wei agency, so it is difficult to find traitors based on these two points alone.

However, Lao Peng was not in a hurry. His superiors had a way to deal with it. He slowly calmed down his anger and lit the matches and burned the telegram to ashes. He walked to the window and opened the blinds.

Looking through the gap between the window leaves, there seemed to be nothing unusual on the streets coming and going. Lao Peng thought so in the past.

But he was sure that there were traitors around him, and now he observed outside and immediately discovered several suspicious situations.

For example, a small vendor who has been here for several months but has not changed the goods; for example, a peddler who walks around the streets every day but has a smooth collar as bright as a new one; and a pawnshop owner who doesn’t even wipe the signboard.

These discoveries made Lao Peng suck the air, and the enemy was more cunning than he thought. Fortunately, Shancheng Wei had been strictly enforcing secret work disciplines.

That is, the Party’s instructions are conveyed from top to bottom, and implemented by one person; the situation in the bottom is from bottom to top, and one person reflects and reports to the top; each department has clear sections and no horizontal contact is allowed, and staff from different departments are strictly prohibited from discussing work with each other; Thanks to this, otherwise, in a few months, the enemy would have already figured out their entire details and could be arrested on a large scale at any time, and there is no need for surveillance.

Damn traitor!

Lao Peng cursed in his heart, his eyes moved to the mountain city map, and a shiny light appeared in his eyes, and a plan slowly took shape.

The plan has two purposes: one is to find out the traitors, and the other is to help other staff members in the city to escape safely.

Immediately, Lao Peng convened several senior officials from the city to discuss in secret. The spy who was surveillance looked at the target he walked in and out and left a line of records on the notebook.

"At 17:35, Action No. 2, Move toward XX Road."

"At 18:18, the number of people moved to the xx lane."

…………

After months of follow-up, the spies have figured out the organizational structure of Shancheng Wei, the identity, name, address of the heads of various departments, and the situation of only grassroots intelligence personnel is not clear.

As long as Dai Chunfeng is willing, most of the underground party’s intelligence network in the mountain city will be destroyed in the next moment, and it will not be restored in a few years.

This is the most successful intelligence operation of the Fructus Party since the head of the Red Team rebelled and surrendered to the enemy. Shancheng Wei is in danger.

At 20:55, dark clouds enveloped the mountain city, and the traitor who met Dai Chunfeng at the Liuyichun Teahouse appeared outside a house destroyed by an air raid.

The man looked around and looked away, moved a piece of bluestone slab in the ruins, stuffed an item underneath, and then raised his collar and walked away quickly.

Tens of meters away, several small spies, like the surveillance personnel near the "Zhicheng Company", recorded in detail the traitor's every move.

If Zuo Chong was here, he would definitely find that these people were all top students in various training classes of the Military Intelligence Bureau. All of them had undergone the most stringent background review and were the most determined believers of the Three Popularism.
Chapter completed!