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Chapter 1408 Gentleman
"Vice seat."

The apron of Shancheng Airport was filled with high-ranking Military Control Commission officials. They saluted and greeted Zuo Zhong who got off the plane. Zuo Zhong nodded slightly and strode forward, getting into a car with He Yijun.

The car started up quickly and drove towards the city. Wu Chunyang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and said, "Co-pilot, the black room has been arranged."

"Well, where is it?" Zuo Chong asked with his eyes closed.

"Liu Family Garden in Huangjueya." Wu Chunyang said a place name, and then added: "In order to facilitate the detection, the monitoring point is set up on Rentou Mountain opposite Liu Family Garden."

“Where are the personnel coming from?”

"We have selected capable agents from the Daishan Company, the Confidential Office Research Group, and the Secret Telegram Inspection and Translation Institute, as well as a large number of mathematicians who have studied in Japan."

Zuo Chong asked and Wu Chunyang answered, and the two chatted all the way. The convoy finally stopped outside a villa in Xuetian Bay.

The villa looks like it has three floors and is built against the mountain. The environment is quite quiet and well-dressed residents come in and out from time to time.

"Deputy Commander, this is the residence we arranged for Mr. Adrian in the mountain city." Wu Chunyang introduced in a low voice.

Zuo Zhong raised his head and glanced at the small building in front of him, then walked inside. The other spies hurriedly followed him, scaring passers-by so much that they quickly made way for him.

The interior of the small building was also decorated in Western style. The floor was made of teak wood, which looked shiny and glossy. The spies made heavy thumping sounds when they stepped on it.

Perhaps startled by the footsteps, one of the residents suddenly opened the door and was about to curse, but when he saw a dozen stern-looking strong men, he smiled and closed the door again.

"Oh, that's so scary."

The resident leaned against the door, raised his hand and patted his chest, looking frightened, and even the round-frame glasses on his nose almost slipped to the ground.

After taking several deep breaths, the resident turned around and leaned against the door to eavesdrop on the noise outside. He vaguely heard the footsteps of the strong men disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Half an hour later, the footsteps were heard again. The residents stood at the window and watched the uninvited guests get into the car with military license plates and drive away, with curiosity flashing in their eyes.

As far as he knew, a foreigner lived at the end of the corridor and had just moved in a few days ago. Why would people from the military come to meet him?

You know, most of the tenants in the building are cultural celebrities. Could it be that the military is persecuting them again?
The resident felt itchy. As a reporter, if such a thing really happened, he must expose it to the outside world.

It’s a pity that I didn’t have time to turn on the camera, otherwise I would have taken a photo, especially of the young man in the lead, who didn’t look like a good person at first glance.

As he was thinking, the resident slapped his forehead, picked up his briefcase and ran out, completely unaware that he had been to the gates of hell, and that someone was following him.

That night, the resident and several colleagues went to a pub for a meal. During the meal, they accidentally talked about the matter, which led to a lot of scolding.

The relationship between soldiers and intellectuals in the Republic of China has always been tense. One side calls the other a nerd, and the other side calls the other a stinking soldier, and they dislike each other.

A colleague of the resident was furious and smashed the wine glass onto the table, spilling a lot of wine. However, he did not care and instead told everyone something in a deep voice.

"Hmph, in terms of torturing the people, these Guo troops are no worse than the Japanese. You don't know, last year, Henan Province was full of starving people, and the two thieves Jiang and Tang in the First War Zone actually let their soldiers rob food."

Everyone was surprised, but they quickly calmed down. In the land of Guofu, anything could happen.

At the beginning of this year, Bai Xiuwen, a reporter for Time magazine stationed in Shanchengqing, published an article about Henan Province in defiance of a government ban. When someone learned about this, he was furious and accused him of spreading rumors and smearing, and demanded that the boss of Time magazine fire him, but was refused.

In desperation, someone who was busy with all kinds of things signed a warrant in his busy schedule, demanding that Time magazine be suspended for three days. This punishment was beyond everyone's expectations.

You know, the operation of the National Government depends entirely on American aid. Someone has always responded to the requests of the American allies. This is the first time he has said no.

The conversation in the pub grew louder and louder, and the diners at the surrounding tables joined in the discussion, cursing the government and someone, completely ignoring the "Don't talk about state affairs" sign on the counter.

At this time, a man dressed as a clerk approached the resident of the villa and asked in a low voice: "Sir, could the foreigner you mentioned be a spy sent by the government to monitor you?"

The resident burped and shook his head rapidly. "Impossible. I have talked to Mr. Robert. He is a well-educated gentleman. He is definitely not a spy."

"Oh?" The man looked curious.

With someone to help him, the resident became more interested in talking. He took a sip of his wine and said, "Mr. Robert is a top student at the University of Chicago. He is proficient in radio and mathematics. How could he be a spy?"

The man who asked the question said "oh" and returned to his seat with a smile. Not long after, he got up, paid the bill and left without participating in the following discussion.

Pushing open the shop door covered with thick oilcloth, the man looked around, quickly walked into an alley, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

In the darkness, in a hidden corner, someone wrote something on a piece of paper and then talked to another person in a low voice.

"What number is this?"

"This is the third one. The tracking work will be done by other brothers. We just need to find the mouse."

The sound stopped and the mountain city fell into silence, but in the invisible place, a silent contest had already begun. From the United States to Assam, the starting point of the Hump Route, there were unidentified people active in cities and regions along the way, who traced Yadri's whereabouts to the Republic of China bit by bit.

In Worthington, Indiana, a man holding a federal law enforcement ID walked out of the police station with Yadry's name clearly written on the household registration document bag in his hand.

On the campus of the University of Chicago, Adrian's alumni directory mysteriously disappeared. This alumni directory not only contained written information of all students, but also photos.

In the Liu Family Garden in Huangjuya, a mountain city, several mountain people wearing turbans walked past the door. They seemed to be in a hurry, but in fact they were staring at the antenna on the top of the building with their peripheral vision.

As time entered the 20th century, intelligence wars broke free from the shackles of geography and quietly spread to every corner of the world.

The intelligence war is no longer a single information confrontation, but a global game of military, diplomacy, politics, and military, in which a single move can affect the entire body.

Take Japan as an example. Japan's overseas intelligence force, headed by the East Agency, has grown into a behemoth. They have a large number of moles in the Republic of China and even in Britain and the United States.

The leak of the plan to assassinate Yamamoto also proved that the Japanese had infiltrated the American high-level officials long ago. For this reason, Zuo Chong had to find a way to clear the suspicion of "Shimizu Mato".

But at the same time, this gave the Military Control Commission an opportunity. Zuo Chong used Yamamoto's death as a fulcrum and finally pried open the mysterious veil shrouded in darkness.

In the past ten years, Zuo Zhong has spared no effort to develop overseas intelligence stations and even established FIRC in order to thoroughly find out the enemy's true colors.

In the Military Control Commission headquarters, Zuo Zhong looked at He Yijun and said, "Yijun, are you sure about the US and India? Will they be exposed?"

"No, I started preparations after arriving at Temasek from Rabaul."

He Yijun replied in a crisp voice, took out a stack of documents and handed them to Zuo Chong, reporting the situation.

"The author of the New York Times report is a member of the FIRC US station. Although he is white, he was born and raised in Nanjing and is very sympathetic to the National Government. His stance is very reliable."

"The owner of the hotel in Assam is also one of ours. The Indian station has figured out the Japanese intelligence network in India by tracking Japanese spies. The brothers can launch a surprise attack at any time."

"We have also made arrangements for Yadri's hometown and school. Here are his files and information. The Japanese will never doubt Yadri's existence."

Zuo Zhong smiled with satisfaction. Yes, there was no such thing as the "Black Room of the Republic of China". It was just a game. The so-called cryptographer Adrian was also a semi-fictional character. The other party was just an unknown writer who had died long ago.

The Military Intelligence Bureau used [Yadri] and real cases, as well as some specious information, to fabricate the story of the father of American cryptography.

Thanks to freedom of the press, in the United States, as long as you don’t criticize capitalists, no one will care even if you curse the president.

Not only does no one care, but there are also people who will prove what you say for various reasons. For example, several University of Chicago alumni came out to tell their stories of being classmates with Yadri.

Zuo Chong flipped through the documents, which contained all the records of Adrian from birth to the present, including birth certificate, medical insurance registration, and even parking tickets for his car①.

After reading it, he closed the file and praised: "Not bad, the work is very detailed, Yijun, why don't you go to the first department to be the director, and let Chunyang be my secretary, haha."

This is of course a joke, but women's unique delicacy and sensitivity do give them an advantage in action planning and analysis.

As the times progress, the proportion of action in intelligence work will become smaller and smaller, so much so that many heads of intelligence agencies in later generations are women.

He Yijun smiled and did not respond. She softly asked Zuo Zhong what to do next and whether they needed to eliminate Japan's overseas intelligence personnel.

"Don't touch these people." Zuo Zhong shook his head, looked out the window and said calmly: "Killing is the lowest level of means to win them over, corrupt them, and make them work for us."

Expecting a group of foreign agents who are used to the bright lights and night life to be loyal to Tianhuang is overestimating the Japanese. The means by which the Japs control the other side are nothing more than money and leverage.

If the Military Intelligence Bureau can get hold of their evidence and provide more money, the Japanese foreign agents will soon become peripheral personnel of the FIRC.

After a pause, Zuo Zhong decided to give his [good friend] Imamura Jun a surprise. He asked He Yijun to send another batch of food and steel ingots to Rabaul.

He Yijun was a little surprised and expressed a different opinion: "Deputy Commander, since the mission is completed, we should downplay our existence. If you do this, will it make Imamura Hitoshi suspicious?"

"No, not only will he not doubt it, he will thank me. Send a telegram to Hase immediately and ask him to..."

Zuo Zhong leaned over and whispered something in He Yijun's ear. He Yijun smiled and turned around to carry out the order.
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A few weeks later, Rabaul.

"Shimizu-kun is truly a trustworthy man. He actually sent so many supplies to the locust army." Imamura Jun looked at the mountains of goods on the dock and said sincerely to his men.

His subordinates also echoed: "Hayi, Qingshui Jun learned that Lord Yamamoto was killed and heard that you were criticized, so he sent more supplies."

Imamura Hitoshi's expression froze as he thought of his dead old friend and the recent rumors circulating in the military.

Some damn bastard said that he did not have the fighting spirit of an imperial warrior and suggested that the commander of the 2nd Guards Division, Kuribayashi Tadamichi, should replace him as the commander of the Eighth Area Army.

Damn, these non-citizens should all be killed, Imamura Jun cursed in his heart, and then he couldn't help but sigh that only a gentleman like Shimizu-kun is worthy of trust.

(End of this chapter)