spy cloud

The arguing outside gradually subsided, and even Zhang Fang's voice next door fell silent except for muttering.

"Finally back inside."

He smiled and then went to a corner of the wall, looking at the power line that had been carefully run through his house, and found a corner to look at.

He took out a shovel and scooped it up in one go.

The power line was severed instantly, which greatly improved his mood.

Then he began to carefully observe the wires. He didn't even touch the bugging device in the house, simply waiting for the right opportunity.

Thinking of Zhang Fang next door, a strange expression flashed across his face.

With a light leap, he arrived at Zhang Fang's house, carefully entered her bedroom, and saw the eavesdropping device inside.

With a casual wave of her hand, she put the machine away, as if it had never existed in her home.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep, keep sleeping tomorrow!"

He sneered, but didn't bother to get rid of her, since Zhang Fang might still be useful.

"Why should I keep him around? Keeping someone like that around is just a disaster!"

He immediately understood and began to work on a small design.

Just like dealing with Song Wen, but this time the method can be delayed for a longer period of time.

A candle was placed with the string halfway down before it was lit. There were also some clothes and mosquito nets next to it.

If a fire were lit, Zhang Fang's house could burn down completely, and Zhang Fang herself could be burned to death.

But Zhang Fang had no idea that she had been forcibly hypnotized and was now fast asleep in bed.

He looked at his design again, then left Zhang Fang's house and headed towards the church.

……

"Young Master, hello!"

"Ah Feng, what's wrong? Why did you contact me all of a sudden today? Did something happen?"

"Here's the thing, a telegram has been sent from Yan'an, seeking your opinion. And it was forwarded from northern Jiangsu."

"Oh, Yan'an hasn't had any contact with us lately, has it? What do they want from me?"

Zhang Tianhao also felt somewhat puzzled, after all, he knew that Zhang Tianhao was very busy and it was impossible for him to be contacted easily.

"Young Master, it's like this. Perhaps they heard something about your work in Shanghai, and that's why they wanted to contact you. Do you think we should contact them?"

"Let me consider!"

"it is good!"

Ah Feng immediately handed the telegram to Di Cong and placed it in his hand.

After taking the phone, Zhang Tianhao carefully opened it and began to read the coded message, quickly deciphering it in his mind.

"Shanghai needs a person to take charge; please temporarily fill in."

Looking at the request above, Zhang Tianhao felt completely numb; after all, who could have imagined it would turn out like this?

They asked him to temporarily take over as secretary in Shanghai. Although he had done so before, he had too many other commitments and had to decline.

Now that they've brought up the old issue again, he could only manage a wry smile.

After all, he has a lot on his plate.

"Sigh, it might be a bit troublesome to contact them now."

"Young Master, is there some trouble? If you need anything, please tell me." Upon hearing this, Ah Feng looked at Zhang Tianhao's somewhat troubled face, walked over, and asked in a low voice.

"No, they want me to temporarily take over as secretary again. The original secretary has been transferred. The main reason is that there may be internal problems that I need to investigate."

"It seems I can't escape this fate after all!"

He gave a wry smile, then looked at Ah Feng beside him and said calmly, "Do we need to reply to them?"

"Yes, we need to reply to them before they can send someone to contact us!"

"Reply!"

'good! ’

Ah Feng immediately turned on the phone, and then Zhang Tianhao went to the radio station and started calling directly into it.

However, his channel was dedicated and unique, and there were always channels to monitor, so when he made a call, he quickly received a reply.

Without any hesitation, he immediately sent a telegram, containing only one word, which can be described as very, very fast.

Almost as soon as the Japanese realized he was sending a telegram again, Zhang Tianhao had already stopped transmitting the radio and turned it off.

This is just the first step.

About ten minutes after Zhang Tianhao turned off the radio, he turned it back on.

There was no reply this time, so I switched to the same channel and started listening.

A few minutes later, the radio rang again.

Lines of coded messages appeared in his mind, which he then wrote down and translated into a certain language.

"12:30 PM, table number three at Blue Sky Cafe."

Looking at the contents, he breathed a sigh of relief, then gave a wry smile and said directly to Ah Feng, "I'll meet you there tomorrow at noon. You guys need to be careful."

"Should I go in your place? After all..."

"No need. Many people want to deal with me, but the one who wants my life hasn't been born yet."

He smiled and then walked straight out of the basement.

Once outside, he took a deep breath of the still somewhat chilly air and calmly walked to the side.

This time, he still wanted to take action. After all, there were some people who couldn't be developed on their own. Or rather, he could think of some small ways to squeeze some money out of these people.

But after checking the time, he couldn't help but exhale and immediately rejected the idea.

"Let's go, we should go back now. Otherwise, if Zhang Fang's house catches fire, I should be careful, or it might arouse suspicion."

If possible, Zhang Fang's house would likely catch fire shortly after he got home, since he was the one who started the fire, so there wouldn't be many problems.

Fifteen minutes later, Zhang Tianhao returned home, took out the blankets, mattress, and pillow from the bed, and went straight to sleep.

As he slowly fell asleep, some of his attention remained focused on the situation outside.

In the middle of the night, a series of crackling sounds were heard. It was the sound of fire burning, the sound of dry firewood, and the sound of the house burning.

However, Zhang Tianhao narrowed his eyes slightly, sat up, and obviously knew what had happened. He then let out a breath, his eyes filled with a cold smile.

I don't know how much time passed, but then I heard shouts coming from outside.

"Oh no, the water's on fire! The water's on fire!"

"Oh no! There's a fire! Help! Someone, please come quickly!"

It's unclear which neighbor shouted loudly, but Zhang Tianhao, as if just waking up, immediately got out of bed. (End of Chapter)