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Chapter 1387 Suzhong and Jinling (Happy May Day Holiday)

Suzhong, the Fourth Army Headquarters.

The commander was talking in a low voice with a middle-aged man. There were several guards standing outside the door. It looked like it was a secret conversation.

"Old Ding, this comrade is our top insider in the Japanese puppet regime. You must keep it confidential."

"Please rest assured, Commander. I will abide by the confidentiality rules."

"Well, okay, you go out first."

The middle-aged man walked out with a serious expression. The commander looked at his back, took out a pen and ticked a list on which there were already five or six similar marks.

Half an hour later, the commander met with another person, who was the head of the Fourth Army's Telecommunications Department.

The Telecommunications Department has heavy responsibilities and has access to a large amount of top-secret intelligence. Those who are able to serve as department heads are all experienced and well-qualified.

However, this man was not very old, about 30 years old. His military uniform was washed white and his leather shoes were polished to a shine.

The commander glanced at the visitor, asked him to sit down first, and then told him the reason why he was called here.

"Comrade Zicheng, I am speaking to you on behalf of the organization. There is an important task for you to complete. Are you willing to accept it?"

The young man named Fangzicheng suddenly stood up and shouted, "I promise to complete the task!"

"Haha, okay, sit down and talk. There's no need to be so nervous."

The commander smiled and pressed his hand, then his expression became serious: "You are a representative of Peking students in the December 9th Movement, and you have been trained at Moscow Sun Yat-sen University. I trust you."

Fang Zicheng was excited when he heard this, and he puffed out his chest even higher, as if he was very proud of the commander's evaluation.

He does have the right to be proud. The December 9th Movement took place in the 24th year of the Republic of China, when the country was at its lowest point. All those who participated in the movement were the most determined fighters.

On the other side, the commander was also observing Fang Zicheng. Although the other party behaved normally, he continued according to the plan.

"The situation is like this. There was a problem with one of the lines of the Social Department in Jinling. The team leader died and the courier disappeared. The superiors asked us to take over the liaison work with the inside line."

After a pause, the commander took out a note from his pocket and pushed it to Fang Zicheng, pointing at the information on it and instructing him.

"This is the insider's identity, code name, and contact information. Please remember this information and select a new courier to contact the insider. From now on, this line will be yours.

In addition, the new courier went to the safe house mentioned in the note when he arrived in Jinling. It was an independent small courtyard with a relatively secluded location, which was convenient for underground activities. "

Fang Zicheng frowned and didn't look at the note immediately. Instead, he asked a question.

"Commander, I want to know the chronological order of the disappearance of the original courier and the death of the team leader. If the disappearance came first and the death came later, then the original courier may have defected."

His statement is easy to understand. The fact that two people in an intelligence team had accidents in succession is itself worthy of suspicion.

The commander looked at Fang Zicheng with admiration and then gave an explanation.

"Don't worry, the team leader died at the base because of an illness. He had the opportunity to receive treatment, but for the sake of the mission, alas."

As soon as these words were spoken, the room fell into silence. Fang Zicheng had a sad expression on his face. Just as he was about to say a few words, he heard the commander's voice again.

"As for the courier, he was responsible for delivering a batch of gold to the border area. He had an accident when passing through Shandong Province. Our people only found a pool of blood at the scene of his disappearance."

There have been many bandits in Shandong Province since ancient times, and the current security situation is even worse. If a courier is targeted while carrying gold, he will probably be in great danger.

However, the commander's answer proved the reliability of the intelligence team leader and the courier. Otherwise, the Ministry of Social Affairs would not have asked to re-establish contact.

Fang Zicheng put away the note solemnly, stood up and saluted: "Commander, I will select people to go to Jinling immediately."

"Well, this should be done sooner rather than later, but you also have to be safe."

The commander looked solemn as he pointed out that Nanjing was the core city of the Japanese and puppet regimes, full of enemy spies, and there might be spies among the insiders and around the insiders.

Fang Zicheng did not shout slogans or express his opinion easily, and he repeatedly assured that he would act with caution.

Watching him walk out of the headquarters, the commander thought for a moment, then lowered his head and ticked the name on the list again.

However, after Fang Zicheng left the headquarters, he first went to the confidential room to retrieve a summary of recent intelligence from Shandong Province.

He kept flipping through the documents, his fingers sliding lightly across the paper, and soon found a notice related to the disappearance of the courier.

【xxx, male, 24 years old, missing place】

After closing the file, Fang Zicheng returned the intelligence summary to the confidential clerk and turned away.

Next, he returned to the telecommunications department to handle some work and distributed the telegrams to be sent that day to the radio operators.

There were many staff members in the Fourth Army's Telecommunications Department. During the process of distributing telegrams, Fang Zicheng smiled and then immediately became serious again.

Soon, the record of his visit to the confidential room to check intelligence appeared on the commander's desk. The commander read it but didn't take it seriously. Caution is a necessary quality for an intelligence officer.

The next morning, the courier selected by Fang Zicheng left the headquarters and successfully entered the occupied area after passing various inspections.

On the rugged road, the courier quickened his pace to get to Jinling as soon as possible, but several pairs of eyes were staring at his back through the gaps in the grass.
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A few days later, a fat man dressed as a businessman came to a house on Luojia Road in Jinling. This was the private residence of Kang Jinhu, the deputy chief of the pseudo-government military staff. As Ji's confidant, Kang Jinhu was visited by many people every day.

After being checked by the guards, the fat businessman met Kang Jinhu's wife, and the two chatted while drinking tea in the reception room.

"Mr. Li, what brings you here this time?"

Mrs. Kang had the temperament of a lady from a noble family. She pinched the handle of the teacup with her fingers and asked casually.

The fat man who said his surname was Li smiled slightly, picked up a suitcase from beside the sofa, opened it and explained his purpose.

It turned out that Mr. Li ran several shops in Shanghai, one of which was sealed by No. 76. He came here to resolve the matter through Kang Jinhu.

Mrs. Kang glanced at the stacks of Japanese yen in the box and was quite satisfied, but she still asked why the store was closed.

If Mr. Li has any connection with the underground party or Shancheng, the money cannot be accepted. Otherwise, as the saying goes, a good wife will protect her husband from misfortune.

Mr. Li smiled bitterly and said that this shop was just a silk and satin shop, and the people who came and went were ordinary businessmen. It had nothing to do with Shancheng and Jiangbei, and business was usually good.

Upon hearing the news, Wu Sibao from No. 76 insisted on getting a share in the business. What was even more infuriating was that he was not willing to pay for it. It was obvious that he wanted to eat the fat pig. Naturally, Mr. Li did not agree, and the shop was sealed up.

Mrs. Kang nodded to Mr. Li after hearing this: "Okay, I will tell Old Kang about this matter. Mr. Li, don't worry, there will be a result within three days."

The reason why she was so confident was that Kang Jinhu had close ties with the Japanese military, and a small captain of the No. 76 battalion was nothing in front of Deputy Chief Kang.

Not to mention Wu Sibao, even Ding Mocun and Li Shiqun would stand at attention and say hello to Deputy Minister when they saw Kang Jinhu.

Mr. Li immediately smiled and kept thanking her. Mrs. Kang picked up the teacup with a reserved look and took a sip.

It was time to serve tea to the guests, so Mr. Li quickly stood up and said goodbye. However, he asked to use the guest toilet before leaving, and Mrs. Kang did not refuse.

That night, after finishing the military meeting, Kang Jinhu returned home, and Mrs. Kang talked to him about what had happened that day.

Kang Jinhu didn't take it seriously and waved his hand casually: "I will call Dingmo Village tomorrow. No. 76 is also useless. He can't do anything to the underground party and Shancheng agents, but he is very active in making money."

Deputy Minister Kang, who was concerned about the country and the people, fell into a deep sleep after expressing his opinions until he was awakened by a loud noise.

A dozen Japanese military police broke down the door and rushed into the bedroom, their military boots making heavy thumping sounds on the floor.

Amid Mrs. Kang's screams, Gangcun, the captain of the Jinling Japanese military police, walked into the house with a cold face. He looked at Kang Jinhu, who was not yet fully awake, and raised his hand and waved it down.

The military police rushed forward, tied up Kang Jinhu and Mrs. Kang tightly, and dragged them to Gangcun.

Kang Jinhu also reacted at this time and shouted: "Captain Gangcun, is there a misunderstanding? I am Kang Jinhu, you have arrested the wrong person."

Gangcun sneered, grabbed his collar and said viciously: "No, I'm here to arrest you, Mr. Kang."

Before Kang Jinhu could say anything, the searching military police found a large number of suspicious items, which filled the ground.

Documents marked top secret, and staggering amounts of US dollars, British pounds, Japanese yen and gold bars.

Gangcun was furious. It was outrageous that the other party was richer than him, the captain of the gendarmerie. He shouted angrily.

"Bakayarō! You actually brought secret documents back home!"

Kang Jinhu's face turned pale, and he knelt on the ground to explain himself: "Mr. Gangcun, I was going to give the document to Mr. Ji...Mr. Ji."

"What about the money?" Gangcun insisted, his tone stern.

Kang Jinhu also had reasons for this. He said that this was what his ancestors earned from business. Gangcun almost laughed out of anger. What a bunch of bullshit about generations of business.

The military police archives clearly record that Kang Jinhu's parents died early and his family was poor. He was able to go to school only with the support of his neighbors. Later, he was sent by the national government to study abroad in the empire.

How can two dead people do business? It can't be that Kang's father and Kang's mother sent them to Kang Jinhu from the underworld.

Gangcun was about to expose the other party's lie when another Japanese military police reported: "Captain, we found microfilm in the toilet tank."

Kang Jinhu became even more panicked after hearing this. Why did there appear microfilm in his home? This is something only agents would use, and it was in the toilet tank. He could not wash himself clean even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

While he was stunned, Gangcun stepped forward and slapped him several times, making Kang Jinhu see stars.

"Mr. Kang, are the microfilms also collected by your parents?" Gangcun said with a grin.

"Ah, this"

Kang Jinhu was speechless, but Mrs. Kang thought of Mr. Li and the incident of borrowing the toilet, and quickly told him the story again.

Gangcun sneered: "You two are really in sync, but you will meet the traffic officer soon. Any excuses will be futile in the face of evidence."

After he finished speaking, he looked at his watch and then looked through the window in the other direction of Jinling City.

"Boom~"

Outside the window, a ball of fire suddenly appeared in the dark night, followed by a loud bang.

Gangcun, who had been calm and composed, panicked. He ran to the window and leaned out. His face, illuminated by the firelight, was full of shock.