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Chapter 1330 A Fortune

The office area of ​​the Special Agent Section of the Harbin Police Department was unusually quiet. In a room labeled "Special Operations Team", four or five agents were looking through files.

According to Gao Bin's order, all staff members of important institutions outside the city must undergo background checks, and document review is the simplest and most important task.

As a result, a large number of documents were sent to the Secret Service Department, which included not only personnel files, but also the daily performance of these people, and even wiretap and surveillance records and files of their relatives and friends.

In Northeast China, Japanese and Manchukuo surveillance was everywhere, and even traitors who worked for them were not trusted.

While these spies were investigating others, perhaps someone next door was investigating them. This highly distrustful method of governance exposed the guilty conscience and cowardice of the puppet Manchukuo.

After collecting information from multiple departments, the review office was filled with piles of documents. From time to time, someone removed old documents and took new documents from the half-person-high pile and placed them on the table.

After an unknown amount of time, a traitor in charge of reviewing the documents stopped flipping through the files, walked to the table near the window, and handed the files in his hand to the middle-aged man behind the table.

"Section Chief Zhou, I think this person needs further investigation."

The Section Chief Zhou mentioned by this person picked up the file, looked up and asked in confusion: "What's suspicious?"

"The target is the secretary of the Concordia Association, but he made anti-Manchu and anti-Japanese remarks in a phone conversation with a friend. Look, the record is here." The man pointed to a certain wiretap record.

Section Chief Zhou shifted his eyes and saw this sentence: The food supply at the end of the month has decreased again, and life is becoming increasingly difficult.

The reporter smiled and said, "He is dissatisfied with His Majesty and the Empire. People like him should be taken to the police department for a thorough trial."

Section Chief Zhou also smiled, tapped his fingers on the file a few times, and agreed with the other party's opinion: "Then check it out, but be careful about the way you do it, after all, he is a member of the Concordia Association."

The Concordia Society was affiliated with the Kwantung Army. Most of its members were Japanese and Manchurian military and political leaders and local gentry. Its main task was to suppress anti-Japanese forces, and it was very influential in Manchukuo.

The person who reported it didn't take it seriously, a trace of disdain flashed across his dark face. The Concordia Society is powerful, but it depends on who you compare it with.

Compared with ordinary policemen, those people can indeed be said to be all-powerful. If compared with spy Kobe, Concordia has no capital to say no.

Section Chief Zhou watched the other person return to his seat, glanced at the other people, stood up and poured himself a cup of hot water. Coincidentally, at this moment, a man with a flat head walked in from outside the door.

"Old Zhou, let's go to Madiel for a couple of drinks tonight?" The man with a flat head took off his leather gloves, put his arms on the pile of documents and asked casually.

"I won't go. You know my husband's temper." Section Chief Zhou looked helpless, his eyes sweeping across the page of the file that the flat-headed man accidentally opened.

Su Qiwen.

Pilot of the 3rd Flight Squadron.

Relatives Su Qiwu, death, cause of death.

Section Chief Zhou paused and asked, "Are you here to convey Chief Gao's new order?"

The man with a flat head who was about to lower his head heard the sound, looked around, and made sure that everyone else was working. He immediately approached Section Chief Zhou and whispered.

"There are no new orders. Section Chief Gao is still searching for anti-Japanese elements outside the city. I think this is a long shot. The Military Control Commission is not a fool. Okay, I'll leave if you're not available. The one in your family is not easy to mess with."

After making a joke, the flat-headed man turned and left. Section Chief Zhou observed the room with his peripheral vision and found that no one noticed him, so he quickly put Su Qiwen's file among several other files and returned to his seat.

At night, the experienced agents voluntarily went off work, leaving only a newcomer in the room, working hard.

Section Chief Zhou put on gloves, carried his briefcase and walked out. When he passed by the newcomer, he stopped and said with concern: "Go home early, there is no end to the work."

As he spoke, he used his body to block the newcomer's view and threw the Su Qiwen file hidden behind his briefcase into the pile of documents that had already been reviewed.

"Thank you, Chief." The newcomer was deeply moved and watched the kind Chief Zhou walk out of the office.

Horvath Street.

The dim street lights illuminated the road and the snow. Section Chief Zhou, who was sitting in the driver's seat, glanced in the rearview mirror and recalled the information points in Su Qiwen's file.

On the outskirts of the city, Wanggang Airport, the Third Flying Squadron, my brother died at the hands of the Japanese.

If Gao Bin's speculation is correct, and there is indeed a Military Intelligence Bureau mole hiding in an important agency outside the city, then Su Qiwen is highly suspected.

It is precisely because of this that Section Chief Zhou took the risk of swapping files to protect Su Qiwen. This was a bit impulsive, but worth it.

No matter who Su Qiwen is, as long as he is anti-Japanese and patriotic, he has to protect him, even if all this is based on his speculation. The car drove into the alley and merged into the darkness. Harbin was brightly lit and bustling at night, but the Third Flying Squadron was silent. Teams of Japanese soldiers carrying Type 38 rifles wandered around Wanggang Airport.

In the pilot dormitory, Su Qiwen had no idea that he was almost exposed. This is how intelligence operations work. No matter how well planned, accidents will occur.

Lying on the hard bed, looking at the dark ceiling, he could hear the discussions of other pilots.

"You've all heard that the Japanese have taken our files. I think it won't be long before they arrest people."

"Arrest people? What right do they have to arrest people?!"

"Yes, we have all become traitors. What else do the Japanese want?"

The discussions were full of complaints and grumblings. These pilots were simply doing their job in the Third Flight Squadron and did not believe in nonsense like "Japan and the Mites coexist in harmony."

Even when they were forced to take off, they would try to be lazy and even deliberately help the anti-Japanese troops hide their tracks. When the Japanese came to ask about it, they would say that the anti-Japanese elements had escaped into the dense forests and the reconnaissance vision was poor.

The reason why the pilots behaved in this way was not only because they had received higher education and understood the concepts of country and nation, but more importantly, the Japanese oppression was too severe.

For example, Japanese instructors would often physically punish the puppet Manchukuo pilots without any reason. It was really unpleasant to be hit on the body with a wooden stick as thick as an arm.

When Su Qiwen heard that his file had been transferred, he was startled and inevitably panicked for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure and took out a few banknotes and handed them to his friend in the next bed.

"Lao Li, when you go to the market tomorrow, buy me a roast chicken. I want it from Chen's Restaurant. Mention my name to the boss. He knows my taste."

"Okay, I'll make sure you can eat it when you come back." Lao Li agreed readily. After taking the money, he started chatting with the person next to him. He looked like a talkative person.

Su Qiwen breathed a sigh of relief. Mr. Chen had said that if there was an emergency, he could send someone to Chen's Restaurant to report it.

The way of reporting the news was also very clever. There was no need to write or pass messages. All he had to do was buy a roast chicken. This meant that he was in danger. This covert method of agent contact was a novel experience for Su Qiwen.

Restraining the excitement and nervousness in his heart, Su Qiwen slowly fell asleep, only to be awakened by a loud wake-up call early the next morning.

The internal services of the puppet Manchukuo army were all copied from the Japanese Army and followed the "Infantry Drill Manual" issued by the Japanese Army in 1940. Non-combat orders such as getting up, turning off lights, roll call, and dinner were all transmitted by bugle calls.

Get up, train, eat breakfast, and after breakfast Su Qiwen put on his flight suit and went to the hangar, circling a Nakajima Ki-27 A fighter jet a few times.

The Ki-27 fighter was a monoplane developed and produced by the Japanese Army in the s. Due to its eagerness to join the war, it had many defects and was seriously damaged in the battle with the Republic of China Air Force. Otherwise, the Japanese would have been reluctant to hand it over to the puppet Manchukuo Air Force for use.

After inspecting the fuselage and main components, Su Qiwen entered the cockpit with the help of the ground staff. After a strict inspection procedure, he waved to the Japanese instructors and instructors outside through the glass.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he quickly looked at an area at the end of the airport where six green-painted aircraft were parked, surrounded by a layer of barbed wire.

On the tarmac, the instructor with a Rendan beard asked the instructor's opinion. Seeing that the other party had no objection, he issued an order to the tower to allow take-off.

In the Third Flying Squadron, the puppet Manchukuo pilots had no freedom at all. All flying activities had to be approved by the Japanese, and surveillance was naturally indispensable.

On the runway, the Ki-27 fighter jet was speeding up. Su Qiwen pulled the joystick and skillfully flew the plane into the air. Then he used his experience and ground reference objects to fly towards the designated airspace.

Three ditches.

A group of "Di Fan Tian" gang members lay in the woods beside the road, their eyes fixed on the muddy road outside. Occasionally, a few trucks and ox carts passed by, making the already muddy road even more difficult to travel on.

After waiting for a long time, Zhen Sanjiang rubbed his head with the barrel of the Mauser pistol, then turned to ask Ruilin, who was wearing a white sea dragon hat.

"Brother Ruilin, where did you find out about the gold mine transportation route? We brothers have also planned to go to the Sandagouzi gold mine before, but unfortunately it didn't work out."

Zhen Sanjiang seemed to be just curious, but those gleaming eyes could not deceive anyone, he was eyeing Ruilin's information channel. After all, why should he share the benefits with others when he could keep them for himself?

Ruilin glanced at Zhen Sanjiang calmly, and said calmly: "Boss, snakes have their own ways, and rats have their own ways. You don't need to ask too much about some things. This is just the first time we cooperate. As long as you have the courage to make a fortune, let alone a gold mine, I can also find the construction drawings of the Japanese bank."

This sentence revealed a lot of information. Ruilin directly told Zhen Sanjiang that he had a backer, but as for who the backer was, he let the other party guess.

Zhen Sanjiang's expression was less greedy and more flattering and eager. With reliable information channels, his good days were finally coming. No one could block his path to wealth, not the Nationalist government nor the Japanese.

Ruilin responded with a smile, but he felt a little worried. The Military Control Commission was well-informed, which was a good thing for the joint anti-Japanese war. But what about the future? Would they be able to deal with such an enemy? This question was worth pondering.

Suddenly, the spy who went to get information came running to Zhen Sanjiang and said, "Boss, the target is here!"