"Woooooooooooooo~~~"

A locomotive was filled with white smoke columns, leading more than a dozen passenger bus cars across the Northeast Plain. On both sides of the railway were green soybeans and corn fields that could not be seen at first sight.

In the third-class carriage near the front of the car, two people stood under the luggage rack with expressionless faces, and were squeezed over by crowded people, almost leaving the ground with their feet.

One of them touched his wet back and complained: "Ling...Yunsheng, I said I wanted to buy a first-class seat. Do you know how far you are to the destination?

If we continue like this, we will die of heat. This ghost place is cold in winter and hot in summer. It’s really not a place for people to stay. It’s all a big deal... that little Wangbadan.”

"Shopkeeper Xu, as your deputy, I have to remind you that the first-class seat of this car costs more than twenty oceans. The little money given to me in my hometown is only enough for the two of us to take the third-class seat."

Ling San, who was named Ling Yunsheng, glanced at the speaker and couldn't help but sigh. Did he disrespect Zuo Chong before, so this guy took his private revenge?

He is not afraid of going to Northeast China, but he is afraid of having a pig teammate. As we all know, Director Xu Enzeng and Xu Da are such a standard pig teammate. This trip will not go too smoothly.

He is unhappy,

Xu Enzeng was even more unhappy.

I was staying well in Jinling, and I caught a few rich people for framing an underground party and making some money, or hugged my elder sister-in-law. I don’t know how fulfilling my life is.

Anyway, he had no idea of ​​continuing to climb up. The carefully arranged white blood cell plan could not be improved or lowered. The second Chen brothers and the chairman had long disliked him.

It would be nice to go on like this.

The most important thing for a person is contentment.

As a result, the leader ordered him to be sent to the Northeast. The intelligence personnel lurking there before the agent headquarters were basically dead, which shows how bad the situation was.

Left heavy! Left heavy!

Xu Enzeng gritted his teeth and recited the name of a bastard silently, wishing he could eat meat and sleep. And a director accepted the leadership of the deputy director. What would others think of him when the matter was spread.

Just as Old Xu was thinking about how to passively and slacking off, someone patted his shoulder behind him, and then a half-baked Chinese dialect sounded in his ear.

“Check the ticket.”

Oh no, Japanese, Xu Enzeng immediately realized that this was the flight attendant on the train. Needless to think about it, these people must have hidden the pseudo Manchukuo or Japanese eyeliner.

After all, he was an old spy who had been in charge of the Party Affairs Investigation Section and the secret service headquarters for many years. His expression instantly returned to normal. He smiled and took out the ticket and turned his head to say to the other party.

"Okay, please see."

Two men in dark blue uniforms looked at the tickets. When they saw Xu Enzeng getting on the bus from Peking, one of them frowned and looked at Ling Sanping beside him.

"Sir, are you with him? If you are, please bring your luggage and go to a quiet place for interrogation. Don't worry, it won't waste too much time on your part."

The flight attendant pointed to the junction of the two cars, looked very alert, and took a few steps back, keeping a certain distance from them to prevent them from being attacked by the two.

"Okay, please wait."

Ling Sanping looked a little impatient, and at the same time, he was a little angry but not afraid to speak up. He reached out to take down the two suitcases on the luggage rack and walked out.

Xu Enzeng did not object, and grinned and squeezed towards the designated location. The nearby passengers did not take a look at this. This is normal and happens almost every day.

Since Japan occupied the Northeast in a young age, the inspection of mobile personnel has been very strict. The purpose of the documents, where they come from, where they live, must be explained clearly.

Many anti-Japanese personnel did not fall under the rain of bullets, but fell into conversations with Japanese and puppet personnel. These people have received professional anti-espionage training and know how to cliché.

Looking at the two flight attendants again, seeing the target of investigation so cooperating, the vigilance in their eyes did not decrease at all. They pushed the passengers around them away and followed them without leaving them.

When they arrived at the junction of the carriages, they stood alone in the aisle, while the other forced Xu Enzeng and Ling Sanping to the closed door, and made a request in a serious tone.

"Your ID."

"Okay, sir, please see."

Xu Enzeng handed over the ID, his heart pounding, hoping that the pseudo-Manchukuo certificate obtained by the secret service was reliable, otherwise he would not let the leftover person's surname be replaced by the ghost.

Because I don’t know the secret of anti-counterfeiting, this operation can only find people of the same age and gender among those with Northeastern documents, and then replace the photos of the documents and transfer them to the trees.

The problem was that the secret service asked him for a photo from last winter. At that time, he was much thinner than now, and looked younger, and didn't look like a person at all.

So whether this method is useful or whether it can deceive the inspectors depends on luck. If you are lucky, you will meet smoothly, and if you are not lucky, you will meet smoothly.

One is in Harbin,

One is the underworld.

Compared to Xu Enzeng, who was suspicious, Ling Sanping was much calmer. He was confident in Zuo Zhong’s arrangement. Moreover, before leaving, the other party had talked about the documents specifically.

Zuo Chong told him that the photos posted on the ID should be avoided being too similar to those of himself. If the ID was issued a few months ago, the person's appearance would not be unchanged at all.

Also, if you are wearing a shirt in the photo, you should avoid wearing the same clothes when checking, and even the colors cannot be the same, which will increase the risk of exposure.

This is related to the way of thinking of the examiner. Usually, they first see the target's face, and then ask the target to show the ID, and then check the photo.

At this time, the other party has already kept the image of the target in his mind, which will affect the judgment. What they are looking for in the photos is similarities, not differences.

With such sufficient preparation, the Japanese could not find any flaws. Sure enough, the flight attendant looked at it for a long time and found no loopholes in the ID, so he asked some questions.

"Your name is Ling Yunsheng?"

"Yes."

"Your name is...Xu Haer?"

"Yes, sir."

"You are from Rongcheng, Sichuan Province. When did you start from Sichuan Province? Where are the ticket outlets? Have you purchased local goods along the way? Have you ever contacted anti-Manchu and anti-Japanese elements on the way?"

Hearing the question, Xu Enzeng hurriedly took out a messy ticket stub, which contained a boat ticket from Rongcheng to Jinling and a train ticket from Jinling to Peiping, all of which were available.

He said nervously: "Sir, we are all honest people. We only care about making money, not about other things, and we dare not talk to unfamiliar people when we go out."

The flight attendant carefully looked through the ticket stub. Based on the date, he found that the schedule above was very tight, so he had to hand the ID back in disappointment, squatted down and checked his luggage.

Unfortunately, there was nothing else in the suitcase except changing clothes. Of course, Ling Sanping and the others would not be stupid enough to carry weapons, ammunition and radio stations with them, which was seeking death.

Afterwards, the other party thoroughly searched them. The wallet, belt, soles, and corners of the clothes were carefully checked for a while, but they still found nothing and were very clean.

Even though the documents and items were confirmed to be normal, the crew still did not give up, and looked at them with sinister eyes: "What's your purpose in going to the Northeast this time?"

After saying that, he might have felt that Xu Enzeng was a man who was not honest and a bit cunning, and then pointed at the stupid Ling Sanping: "Sir, please answer my question."

Ling Sanping was stunned and nodded: "We are the client of Hongfa Grain Store. When the boss heard that the Northeast needed grain and the price was appropriate, he sent me and the two of them to check the situation."

Grain store?

The flight attendant was originally going to take them out of the car for interrogation after arriving at the station, but hesitated when he heard this. With the arrival of the local landless farmers, the Northeast was in a time of food shortage.

The Kwantung Army, Manchurian Railway Company, and the puppet Manchukuo government have repeatedly ordered not to harass grain merchants who operate normally, in order to buy enough food rations to supply the people of the "Travel Group".

Taking this into consideration, the man's face slowly calmed down, and he handed back the certificate and ticket stub in his hand, saying in stiff Chinese: "Manchukuo needs a lot of food, welcome you.

But be careful not to contact anti-Manchuria anti-Japanese personnel, nor to spread anti-Manchuria anti-Japanese remarks, otherwise, the Police Department and the Kwantung Army will make you regret coming to this world."

Ling Sanping suddenly realized that no wonder Zuo Jin arranged such a background for them. This is because the Japanese will not make things difficult for grain merchants, and the road will be safer.

Lurking is really a meticulous job. You have to be ahead of the enemy in any arrangement. There is no such thing as luck in intelligence work. All it has is the most comprehensive basic intelligence investigation.

He believed that just choosing an identity to enter the Northeast would definitely cost Zuo Chong a lot of thought. There should be no mistake in this matter. If it is wrong, the price is life.

"I understand, understand, don't worry."

Xu Enzeng also breathed a sigh of relief, folded his hands together and thanked the other party for raising his opponent, but just as the flight attendant was about to leave, he bent down again and smiled bitterly and begged.

"Sir, you gave Xu two ticket stubs for the ticket to Jinling in Rongcheng. This thing is useless to you, it is money for us. Without ticket stubs, the owner will not pay for the ticket."

"Oh? I'm so sorry."

The two flight attendants changed their eyes. The person who had checked the ID before took out the ticket stub from his pocket. He was too lazy to act in the show, and he apologized without sincerity and turned away.

This is the last trick. When a person with a problem with his identity hears the inspectors let him go, the first thing he thinks of is to escape and not care whether the things he returns are missing.

Xu Enzeng and Ling Sanping took back the bill, picked up their luggage and returned to their original position. Someone's mouth raised slightly. If they hadn't reacted in time just now, they would have been in danger.

So what if this young man is from the secret service? In intelligence work, his senior has traveled more than the other party, and he cannot develop experience against the enemy in the training ground.

Ling Sanping ignored Xu Enzeng, who was proud, looked ahead at the farmland flashing outside the car window, and remembered what Zuo Chong said before leaving - be careful of his surname Xu.

If you skip the loss that this person suffered at the hands of the secret service, the other party will win and lose in the fight with the underground party, and are very good at finding problems from the details, and are a good helper.

Originally, he thought Zuo Chong was comforting himself, but now it seems that this operation might really take advantage of Xu Enzeng's intelligence ability. It would be a bit wasteful to just block the gun.

after all,

Even a piece of toilet paper,
Chapter completed!