Zuo Zhong knew how lucrative the intelligence trade was. It was a bit sad that Shi Zhenmei, an old intelligence officer who was born in Huangpu and had participated in the Northern Expedition, was knocked down by money.

It's just that there is such a huge intelligence trading network in Shanghai. Why has Yu Xingle never reported it? Is it because he doesn't know or deliberately conceals it? If the latter is in East China, he cannot be trusted.

The Secret Service works with Japanese spies. If someone betrays relevant information, people will die in future wars, and not just one or two people. This matter must be investigated clearly.

He put his chopsticks on the table, put his hand into his pocket and quietly turned on his cell phone to record: "The name of this organization, who is the person in charge, who are the customers, and the specific transaction methods.

Also, is there anyone from the Secret Service involved? Mr. Hase, I am willing to pay a lot of money for this piece of information. It is also related to your safety. If there is a mole under my command, you will be the most dangerous."

"No, please don't worry."

Hase Ryosuke said categorically: "I am very aware of the risks involved. If there are people from the Secret Service, I will definitely report to you. This game currently only has the few players I just mentioned.

The name of the organization is very simple, called the Intelligence Alliance. It is headed by John Kaiziwei, the head of MI2 in Shanghai. Others obtain the information and hand it over to him, and he will find a suitable buyer.

The background of the buyers is very complicated. Most of them are European and American ghosts who are making a living in Shanghai. There is a British one-armed general Sardon who is a smuggler of arms. According to my investigation, this person serves the Japanese military.

There is also an American with prosthetic legs, Keni. This guy is very cunning. Both of his legs were sawn off by the natives in the Philippines. He is less than three feet tall, so he often laughs at himself that he is only half American.

He has two wooden prosthetic legs, rides a rickshaw around, and has also worked as an arms dealer. He claims to have been an admiral in the Chilean Navy, but in fact everyone knows that there is a German influence behind him."

Zuo Zhong frowned. It is indeed the capital of espionage in East Asia. Britain, the United States, Japan and Germany are all mixed together, and they can even play mahjong together. This is completely different from the situation in Jinling. It affects the whole body.

It seems that you need to be very cautious when investigating and taking action. What you are most afraid of is a chain reaction. Once you pull out the carrot and bring out the mud, the situation will be difficult to clean up. Foreigners will not tell you the rules.

At this time, Ryosuke Hase, who was opposite him, took a sip of wine and continued: "These people mentioned above have kept a much lower profile this year, but the emerging spokespersons from various countries have performed no worse than them.

For example, the Belarusian opera singer, performance manager and gang leader Captain Peake, the fake Indian princess Sumari, the owner of the technical academy and Dr. Albert von Mioleni who is good at the fairy dance.

The monkey expert, the cigarette dealer Herman Urban, the so-called French-American journalist whose authenticity is difficult to tell, the pilot and pimp Harel Du Bellier, etc., are all customers of the Intelligence Alliance.

In addition to engaging in their criminal activities, these people also find jobs for low-level agents. They will work for whoever pays the highest price. Both the concession and my special high school are closely monitoring their words and deeds."

Zuo Dian nodded and decided to arrange for someone to find out the background of the intelligence dealers when he went back. It was impossible to catch such characters all the time. As long as they were under surveillance, they might be able to be used in the future.

For example, arms dealers were a good channel for arms after the fall of Shanghai. Instead of risking the transportation line and transporting it all the way from the rear, it was better to spend some money to replenish it directly from the local area.

He had some ideas in his mind and chatted with Ryosuke Hase for a while. The two of them left the izakaya separately. In order to avoid being followed, Zuo Shige took his pocket and walked down the street.

While passing through an alley, he witnessed a fight involving foreign soldiers, sailors, and gangs. These people were wrestling on the dirty paving stones, each with a ferocious appearance.

An American missionary on the roadside kept crossing himself and asked who turned Shanghai into the sinful city of Sodom and Gomorrah①. This question is actually easy to answer.

It's them, the invaders.

Zuo Zhong unknowingly walked to the riverside and leaned against the fence. He gradually became stunned. These magnificent European-style bank buildings and commercial houses on the Huangpu River seemed to be indestructible.

But the foundation of this city is simply fragile, and the numerous buildings are nothing more than rafts floating on the mud. If there is a disturbance, the illusion of prosperity will be blown away.

The biting cold wind blew in waves, the mist gradually rose, and the red and green lights were reflected on the hazy river like a mirage. He turned up his collar and turned around and stepped into the colorful neon lights.

Time flies.

A few days later, Zuo Zhong was basking in the sun in the garden of No. 75 Jisi Feier Road. A young spy came over and reported something in a low voice. After hearing this, Zuo Zhong narrowed his eyes and wondered why this person was here.

Xu Enzeng just received a call, saying that the traitor surnamed Gu had come to Shanghai, and he seemed to have a mission. As soon as he arrived at Shanghai Station, he took over the two heads of the underground party's propaganda department who had surrendered.

This thing is weird. The other party has been assigned to the training class a long time ago and does not have any real power in his hands. Why would he do this? The old fox named Xu is afraid that he is not telling the truth and wants to sit back and watch the fight between tigers and tigers.

Zuo Zhong waved his hand and told the little agent to go back. No matter what Xu Enzeng wanted to do, he just didn't accept it. That was an internal conflict within the agent headquarters, and there was no need for the Secret Service to get involved.

It was the mission of the traitor named Gu that aroused his interest, so he had to find a way to find out. If that didn't work, he could buy it from Shi Zhenmei through the Intelligence Alliance, using the gold bars given by Lao Xu.

As a result, within two or three hours, Xu Enzeng came to the door in a hurry. As soon as they met, he hurriedly asked: "Special Commissioner, what is the person named Gu going to do? Do you have any news about Jinling?"

This bastard holds a leader's warrant and orders us to hand over all arrested underground party members and interrogation records. You haven't seen his arrogance, it's really disgusting."

Oh? So that’s what happened.

No wonder the people in the secret service headquarters would listen to a traitor. There is a personal letter from the legendary Chairman of the Generalissimo, and the secret agents must obey it, including Xu Enzeng. This is a bit interesting.

But what is the use of someone Gu asking for underground party arrestees and interrogation records? Do you want to trace something based on these? Anyway, he must have bad intentions, and he must remind the Shanghai authorities to be more vigilant.

Zuo Zhong thought about it for a moment, then quickly replied with a smile: "Don't be impatient, I have not received relevant information. Maybe the leader has a secret operation that needs to be completed by the other party. You need to be more understanding."

"Understand? I can't understand."

Xu Enzeng sat on the sun lounger, picked up the juice on the table and drank it in a gulp. He said angrily: "You don't trust people when you employ them, and you don't use people when you doubt them. How can we do things if we always send people over halfway."

At this point, he seemed to realize that there was something wrong with this sentence, and quickly explained: "Commissioner, don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about you. I know your loyalty to the party, country and leader.

The one named Gu was different. He was a senior leader of the underground party. After being arrested, he voluntarily surrendered without waiting for a trial. Letting such a disloyal and unjust person carry out a secret mission would cause big problems.

The other party was able to betray the underground party before, but now he may not betray the party-state. If things really come to that point, it may affect the plan we discussed. Commissioner, you need to make an idea."

There is some truth in what Xu Enzeng said. No matter where they are, traitors are unwelcome. There are only zero or countless betrayals. Everyone understands this.

Zuo Zhong leaned on his chair, looked at the colorful sun umbrella above his head and fell into deep thought. Will this matter affect the plan? It is unlikely. The white blood cell project is top secret, and there is a high probability that Gu will not know about it.

Xu Enzeng said this because he was afraid that the other party would seize the power of the secret service headquarters. This old boy was a standard official fan, and no one could covet the position of director, even if he could compete with Dai Chunfeng.

The problem is that the risk is too great if the most dangerous traitor in the history of the underground party is allowed to do whatever he wants. God knows how much top-secret information this person has. We cannot and cannot afford to gamble on this matter.

After thinking about this clearly, Zuo Zhong turned to look at Xu Enzeng: "Then let's talk to him. The bottom line is the White Blood Cell Project. I don't care about your affairs. You don't have to worry too much. The other party can't threaten you.

You just said it yourself, he is a traitor, and the leader will not trust such a person. As long as you catch the underground party and get enough credit, the Secret Service Headquarters will still be your Secret Service Headquarters."

"What if he touches the bottom line?"

Xu Enzeng was still a little unwilling, trying to nip certain signs in the cradle. The secret service headquarters was where he settled down, and without this tiger skin, his former enemies would not let him go.

"Reaching the bottom line?"

Zuo Zhong stood up and said condescendingly: "If you dare to be shameless, then kill him directly. In the territory of the two of us, the one named Gu is a dragon who has to sit down, and a tiger who has to lie down.

The Chairman's warrant is for him to do his job, not for him to use force to gain advantage. When necessary, I will report this person's behavior to Jinling, don't worry, Old Xu."

"Crack."

"That's right." Xu Enzeng slapped the table: "He must know the stakes here. A traitor cannot get involved in the party-state affairs. I hope this guy can be smarter and not be stubborn."

"Let's go."

Zuo Zhong said something, then he took Xu Enzeng into a car and killed him. When they entered the Shanghai Station compound, they saw a dozen little spies running around carrying tea, very busy.

Not only that, there were more than a dozen trucks parked in the yard, with "Shanghai Prison" written on the doors. What a big deal. Could it be that Shanghai Station has become a prison club, and prisoners come here to enjoy life.

"Director Xu, what is this?"

Zuo Zhong glanced at Lao Xu and asked, wanting to hear the other party's explanation. As a result, Xu Enzeng opened his mouth wider than him. The next second, he grabbed the passing little spy and shouted sharply.

"What are you doing?"
Chapter completed!