Rongcheng Road, Shanghai Public Concession.

It is bounded by Su Cheng River in the north and Aiwenyi Road in the south. It is not too far from the Chinese and French Concessions. Most of the residents are prominent figures in the Chinese circles and the middle class of the concession, and the public security is good.

Before the start of the Sino-Japanese War, this was a favorite place for people who pursued a high-quality life. After the war, housing prices rose day by day, and the market became a bit more prosperous than during peacetime.

A few days ago, a new "Tongheng Restaurant" opened on this lively street. The owner is a "fake foreign devil" who came back from Europe. He usually likes to speak French that even the French cannot understand, and often attracts customers.

make fun of.

However, this man was a kind-hearted person. As the war became more and more intense, countless refugees poured into the public concessions. The restaurant hired many people who had no food and clothing, which gave these poor people a way to survive.

Early in the morning of August 28, 1937, before the refugees on the roadside woke up, the door panels of Tongheng Restaurant were removed, and several boys came out with brooms to sweep the floor.

One of them, a short young man, bent over and seemed to be working, but in fact his eyes were aimed at the British-style villa across the road, especially the several bodyguards who were changing shifts at the door.

Not long after, another middle-aged woman carrying a vegetable basket came out of the gate. She just paused before being pushed by two gangsters and walked towards the market.

All this is seen by young people.

Ten minutes later, the open space in front of the store was cleared, and the boys walked back to the store talking and laughing. The person who had just been secretly observing came to an office and knocked lightly on the door.

"Entrez (come in)."

A voice in French came from the office. The boy looked around, opened the door, got in, came to the desk, and whispered to a man who put his feet on the table and covered his face with a newspaper.

"The bodyguard shift times have been found out. They are once at five o'clock in the morning, once at two o'clock in the afternoon, and once at nine o'clock in the evening. There are four people at each time. There are no long guns, and according to observation, there should be no grenades on them.

These people have been photographed in the past few days, and the outside brothers are checking their details to see if they can open a breakthrough from their family members. If necessary, they can kidnap or threaten them.

The number of people inside the villa cannot be determined for the time being. Our informants have no chance to go outside the kitchen, and there are people monitoring us when we go out today. Either the other party has discovered something, or they have stepped up their vigilance.

In short, the security measures of the target are very well done, and they may have been designed by professionals, such as patrol officers and detectives. There are many people doing similar businesses in Shanghai, so this is probably the case."

"kindness......."

The newspaper was lowered slightly, revealing half of the head with a head full of black hair, and then a calm male voice sounded: "Send someone to follow the cook immediately, and make sure to ensure her safety.

In addition, I informed the brothers in Hongkou that I will act according to the plan later and smash all the target stores. Please pay attention to safety during the operation and avoid being caught by the patrolling Japanese soldiers and patrolmen.

Remember to leave a sign at the scene, I want everyone to know that the target is cooperating with the Japanese, and let them see that this is the fate of being a traitor, just as a reminder to some people."

"Yes, team leader."

The boy replied and turned around to go out.

Watching the door slowly close, the person behind the desk threw the newspaper aside, reached for his head under the dim light, and violently pulled off his scalp.

If a timid person saw this scene, he would be frightened to death, thinking that he had encountered a ghost like a painting, but then the ghost started muttering in Chinese.

"Damn, this wig is too stuffy."

Gui Youguang looked at the wig in his hand with disgust, picked up a handkerchief and wiped the top of his head, mentally greeting the researchers at the General Affairs Office who designed camouflage supplies.

It's okay to wear this thing occasionally, but no one can stand wearing it every day. The glue is too irritating.

But it won’t work if you don’t wear it. The bald head is an obvious feature and must be disguised.

After wiping his head, he leaned back on the chair and lost in thought. The old boy Ji Yunqing was as timid as a mouse. He rarely went out, and even when he did go out, he would always be surrounded by people. He seemed to be afraid of being assassinated.

As a Cao gang leader, this is normal. After decades of career in the gangs and lakes, he must have many enemies. The problem is that the level of vigilance of the other party is definitely not guarding against ordinary gang vendettas.

There are twelve bodyguards at the door alone who are on call around the clock. Counting the guards in the house and the Cao Gang gangsters who accompany the servants out, there are probably twenty or thirty people in total.

Gui Youguang felt that the deputy director's inference that Ji Yunqing and Chang Yuqing colluded with each other was probably true. Since the gunshots were fired at Lugou Bridge, the North China District has punished many traitors who committed crimes.

If the target has done something in private that is disgraceful to the country and the nation, he will definitely be worried about following in the footsteps of these people. This would explain why the target hires so many bodyguards.

He looked at the light bulb above his head and thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up. They were just checking people some time ago. What if the other party didn't use people to transmit information.

Gui Youguang sat up straight and thought of something. A few years ago, the secret service headquarters hid an underground party traitor at the Qunye Conference in Jinling, and used radio to communicate throughout the process to prevent the secret from being leaked.

Although there was an internal problem in the end and someone took the blame, there was nothing wrong with this confidentiality method. Is it possible that Ji Yunqing, the Japanese, and Chang Yuqing were also connected in this way?

With the help of Japanese intelligence agencies, radio stations and operators can easily solve the problem. Moreover, in the public concession, the Japanese are not afraid of their own electronic reconnaissance, and the possibility of using radio stations for communication is very high.

First, the Japanese troops are not far away and can provide support at any time if there is a problem.

Second, there are many Japanese police officers and officials in the concession, and they have official protection.

The third is that they are not afraid of eavesdropping. They don't have a code book and can only stare.

The deputy director asked them to change their thinking and put themselves on the weaker side. Yes, spies and traitors can indeed mobilize more power than they do now.

Gui Youguang squinted his eyes and realized that the key to the problem was how to confirm this guess. It was obviously not possible to go in openly, and it would be easy to sneak in secretly and alert the snake.

What about cutting off the power and checking the battery like they did to spy on Japanese spies? They would lose the advantage of fighting at home, and they would be even more unable to do so. They would probably be surrounded by the patrol room and Japanese intelligence agencies as soon as they entered.

And even if the existence of the radio station is proven, how to find Chang Yuqing through Ji Yunqing? These two old slickers can get from the bottom to where they are today. They are by no means easy characters to deal with.

He tapped on the table with his eyes closed, and a thumping sound sounded from time to time. After a long time, he didn't know what he thought of, and he stopped his fingers in mid-air and slowly opened his eyes, with a smile on his face.

Time passes quickly,

It's afternoon in a blink of an eye.

Ji Yunqing, who learned to be a silversmith in his early years, later came to Shanghai due to business failure, became a disciple of a senior member of the Caobang Group, and became a very important figure in the tin market in Shanghai. Ji Yunqing was sitting in the living room, enjoying afternoon tea leisurely.

Recently, he often tells his disciples and acquaintances that at his age, his status and wealth are all fake, and living to a hundred years is real.

Therefore, not only did he find a family doctor, but he also followed the example of foreigners, eating small meals frequently and talking about maintaining health. As for whether these words were true or false, everyone laughed them off.

If you really don't care about wealth and status, and the other party robs, kills and sets fires, is it for the purpose of relieving the refugees? It is ridiculous for a green-skinned person to insist on imitating the upper class and being arty and generous.

"Dingling bell~~"

Just as Ji Yunqing put a piece of pudding into his mouth, the phone covered with gold foil rang. The servant next to him picked up the phone and listened for a few words. His expression suddenly changed and he quickly leaned into the other person's ear.

"Sir, three of our opium dens, a gambling shop, and two technical institutes in Hongkou were smashed."

"boom!"

Ji Yunqing, who kept saying that he wanted to cultivate his moral character, was furious. He lifted the coffee table in front of him and yelled fiercely: "You are so brave. You even dare to destroy someone like me. Who did it?"

"I don't know, the other party is a good player, and they have guys in their hands. They left a lot of slogans before leaving."

"Slogan? What does it say?"

"this......."

"Say it quickly or else I'll skin you alive!"

"Han... traitors will be punished by everyone."

The servant replied tremblingly. After speaking, he quickly took two steps back and lowered his head.

Besides, when Ji Yunqing heard these words, he felt dizzy and slumped down in his seat.

, muttering words in his mouth: "They are here, they are here, I know it, I know it..."

But after all, he was the leader of the Cao Gang who was well-known in Shanghai. He quickly realized what he was doing. He got up and ran to the second floor quickly to a room. He barged in without knocking, grabbed the collar of someone in the room and questioned him.

road.

"Didn't you say that no one knew about our cooperation, why my place was destroyed, and the other party even left a slogan saying that I was a traitor? This bullshit is foolproof.

Let the Special Marines send someone to protect me quickly. If it's too late, it'll be too late. People from the Secret Service are everywhere. If I can't survive, you won't be able to leave here alive."

The man who was threatened by Ji Yunqing was stunned when he heard this, and then he snorted and punched the ulnar nerve of his elbow. Ji Yunqing's arm went numb and he couldn't help but let go of the other person.

After breaking free from the restraints, the man shook his collar and sneered: "Ji Jun, please pay attention to the attitude of your words. I am a soldier of the Japanese Empire, not one of your lowly gangsters.

I am here to pretend to be a family doctor for the great cause of the empire and the Locust, not to be your servant. Please remember this, otherwise don't blame me for reporting all this.

Without the protection of the Locust Army, there will be no place for you in the whole of China, and all your wealth and status will be taken away by the three tycoons, so please calm down and let us talk calmly."

After saying a few words of sadness, he asked in a commanding tone: "You just said that your place was smashed. What exactly happened? Explain it in detail. Don't try to hide it.

Don't add fuel to the fire, things in Shanghai and even the entire Republic of China cannot be hidden from us. Since the Military Command has said to protect your life, it will definitely do it, do you understand?"

Ji Yunqing, who had always only bullied others and had never been bullied, had never been so angry. He really wanted to ask someone to come in and shoot this bastard to death, but thinking about the Secret Service, he suddenly gave in.

He took a few deep breaths and suppressed his anger to answer the other party's questions, especially emphasizing how much money these opium dens, technical courts and gambling houses could make every day. He suffered a huge loss this time.

At this time, this guy is still dreaming about asking the Japanese to compensate him. He really wants money rather than his life.

"The Secret Service?"

After listening to his words, the Japanese soldier disguised as a family doctor thought deeply. He dared to make such a big noise in Hongkou. This arrogant action style was indeed very similar to that of the Secret Service.

The opponent has been targeting the Imperial Intelligence Agency since its establishment and has repeatedly undermined the Empire's plans. It would be a good thing if we could take this opportunity to get rid of this opponent.

Realizing that the opportunity to make a meritorious service had come, the man stopped talking: "Jun Ji, I will report to the headquarters immediately and request the Marine Corps to send personnel to protect you. We Japanese keep our word."

Ji Yunqing felt relieved and withdrew with a flattering look on his face. He didn't feel embarrassed at all. People are going to die. Is there any use in showing off? Only by living can you enjoy glory and wealth.

As soon as he went out, the Japanese soldier took out a booklet, paper and pen from his body, sat down at the table and quickly wrote the cipher text, completely unaware that the light bulb above his head flickered on and off.

Due to the war, the power grids in various parts of the city were severely damaged, and voltage instability was very normal. Concession residents have become accustomed to this situation these days.

After getting ready to send the message, the Japanese soldier carefully opened a green iron box, took out the radio and assembled it, then pressed the button, and the radio waves flew into the sky along the antenna.

In the alley not far from Jizhai, three masked men in different costumes quietly appeared. One stood at the entrance of the alley to look for the wind, one rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch, and the other stared at the electric meter on the wall.

"It's moving, someone is using high-power electrical appliances."
To be continued...