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Luo Zhan led his men to the Xiangguomen Wharf, located on the north bank of the Jialing River.

The Bureau of Investigation and Statistics' ban was still in effect, so cargo transport at the docks was temporarily suspended, but the number of people at the docks increased. In this era, most laborers' families worked a day to earn a living, so the laborers had no choice but to remain at the docks, waiting for any possible opportunities.

Luo Zhan and his group were dressed as laborers, not much different from the other laborers coming and going at the docks, sitting idly and waiting. They even had the smell of sweat emanating from their worn-out clothes.

Upon arriving at the dock, the group dispersed, with Luo Zhan walking around with a kidnapper dressed as a laborer.

“We lost track of them here last night – someone from your intelligence department was passing by, and for safety reasons, I gave up the pursuit.”

Luo Zhan's expression remained unchanged, but his heart skipped a beat.

Coincidence, or... a cover-up?
He said calmly, "If you see the other person, will you still recognize them?"

The kidnapper whispered, "I was previously in the intelligence department at Nanjing Station. Because Li Weigong was arrested for defecting to the enemy, I was dismissed. My superiors originally wanted to protect me, but they couldn't."

Because of Li Weigong, most of the members of Nanjing Station were captured by the Japanese. Some refused to surrender, some chose to submit, but others chose to avoid trouble and pretended to defect to the Japanese, eventually finding an opportunity to escape.

After investigation, they continued to work in the Military Intelligence Bureau, but during the reorganization of the Bureau, most of these "tainted" members were put on the list of dismissals.

The fact that his superiors tried to protect him proves that the other party's abilities are naturally quite remarkable.

Luo Zhan then said, "Come with me and let's try our luck."

Given the underground party's style, members who met with the kidnappers last night should have evacuated. However, Chongqing is currently under even greater pressure both internally and externally, and Wu Liwei had returned to Chongqing overnight. Luo Zhan bet that the underground party members who met with the kidnappers last night had not yet evacuated in time.

This is also why Fang Minghui asked Wu Liwei to come to Chongqing overnight.

……

Wu Fuhui, who runs a shoe repair stall, is lazily basking in the sun. Most passersby choose to ignore this slovenly and lazy shoe repairman. But who would have thought that he would actually be a major agent of the intelligence department of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics?
A young man dressed as an employee came over, sat down at the shoe repair stall, took off his "damaged" leather shoe, and handed it to Wu Fuhui. He seemed to be pointing at the shoe and talking about something, but in reality, he was reporting something:

"Section Chief, I just saw Section Chief Luo."

Despite his enthusiastic greeting to the customer, Wu Fuhui said something completely at odds with his expression: "Luo Zhan? What's this guy doing on my turf?"

"Where is he now? I'll go check on him!"

"I'll take you there."

"I'm going to change clothes."

He quietly replaced his subordinate's shoes with a pair that had been prepared beforehand. After receiving the money, Wu Fuhui went to the back of the shoe repair stall. When he came out again, he had transformed from a slovenly shoemaker into a junior employee.

"Let's go, take me to him—" Wu Fuhui then muttered in a voice his subordinates could hear:
"This guy was always very efficient in Shanghai, and now that he's come to my turf, I hope he doesn't mess things up."

In fact, Wu Fuhui was extremely nervous at this moment. He knew that the organization had taken action last night, but he was not clear about the specifics. However, the organization had specially used him to take charge of the secret guard.

The fact that he, a major, was chosen as an undercover agent within the Security Service to undertake the guard mission was itself extraordinary.

Now that Luo Zhan from the intelligence department has suddenly arrived at the dock, it's highly likely that it's related to what happened last night. No wonder he's nervous.

However, Wu Fuhui was a veteran agent after all, and had even worked undercover at No. 76. No matter how nervous he was inside, it wouldn't show on his face.

He and his men quickly found Luo Zhan, who was looking for work. Wu Fuhui approached him, seemingly to inquire about wages, but actually to say:
"Old Luo, you come to my area without even telling me?"

"You're trying to steal my credit?!"

Luo Zhan chuckled awkwardly. He used to be a hothead, daring to kill a Japanese man coming out of a Japanese restaurant when he was disguised as a rickshaw puller. But now he was much more shrewd. Seeing Wu Fuhui's words, he quickly explained:
"I'm looking for someone—I plan to contact you after I find them."

Wu Fuhui immediately asked, "What's going on?"

Luo Shizhan gestured for the kidnappers around him to look around, then pulled Wu Fuhui aside. Before he could speak, Wu Fuhui looked at the kidnappers' backs and recalled, "..."

"He seems to be a colleague from the original Nanjing Station, right? I saw his file when I was in the archives department."

Wu Fuhui knew the members of the intelligence department very well, and he also remembered this person, so he deliberately tested him. He came from the Shanghai Station, had been an undercover agent in the 76th Division, and worked in the archives department after being withdrawn. So there was no problem with what he said.

Luo Zhan flattered, "Brother Wu, your memory is on par with Commander Zhang's."

Unable to find an answer, Wu Fuhui could only feign a laugh:
"Stop talking nonsense, kid. My memory is a million miles behind Commander Zhang's. Tell me, who are you looking for? My men have been here for four days and know the place better than you do."

Luo Zhan then answered the question from before: "I'm looking for the underground party! Look, he's one of the robbers. He met with the underground party members last night, but lost track of them at Xiangguomen Wharf."

After Luo Zhan finished speaking, he hesitated for a moment, and finally said:
"He said the reason they lost track of them in the end was because our intelligence personnel showed up."

Wu Fuhui's expression changed, and he pressed, "Do you think it's a coincidence or... a cover-up?"

At this moment, Wu Fuhui's heart was in complete suspense.

He personally handled the cleanup last night.

He hadn't noticed anyone following his comrade; now it seems the other party noticed him and stopped following him on their own.

Wu Fuhui desperately tried to recall the kidnapper's expression, and only breathed a slight sigh of relief after confirming that the other party had not shown any suspicion.

The other person probably didn't recognize me.

Luo Zhan glanced at Wu Fuhui and shook his head, saying, "I don't know."

"I will investigate this thoroughly!"

Seeing this, Wu Fuhui made a promise, temporarily putting the matter aside in his mind, and secretly pondered:

We need to find a way to distract him and prevent him from heading towards the Deyuan.

Although Wu Fuhui did not meet the comrades from last night directly, it was a guard duty after all, and he had a good memory, so he unintentionally remembered the appearance of several comrades from last night. Coincidentally, just as dawn broke, he saw a comrade appear at Deyuan, a company that specializes in tung oil, and he was there as an oil presser.

Regardless of whether the Deyuan was an organization's stronghold, he had to protect that comrade.

Luo Zhan stopped there, and seeing that Wu Fuhui had taken it to heart, he didn't say anything more, but instead explained the situation:
“Brother Wu, the underground party members got $190 million from the kidnappers last night. Now that we are cracking down hard, the underground party can’t possibly transport the money away. Xiangguomen Wharf is a mixed bag, and there are still many members of the Gelaohui (a secret society), so it’s a good place to hide. Even if I don’t get anything, you can’t let your guard down.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Fuhui was overjoyed and said, "It's actually on my turf? Old Luo, if I catch a big fish this time, I definitely won't forget you!"

Luo Zhan laughed and said, "If I win, I will never forget you, Brother Wu."

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and find someone—I'll be shameless this once and work with you!"

Wu Fuhui rubbed his hands together, seemingly very excited.

Luo Zhan smiled and agreed.

In the past, he wouldn't have cared about others. He would have kept all the credit for himself and never shared it with others.
But time is a cruel mistress; the hotheaded youths, through trial and error, eventually learned to "unite."

After looking around, Wu Fuhui said with a hint of excitement, "Let's go to the east end. The situation there is more complicated. The more complicated the place, the better it is for hiding. Let's try our luck there!"

"Row!"

Luo Zhan didn't think much of it. He then came out with Wu Fuhui and called the kidnappers over. The four of them then went to the east side of the dock.

The Deyuan was at the west end, and Wu Fuhui deliberately led them to the east end, naturally to avoid his comrades.

After wandering around the western commercial district for a while, I naturally came up empty-handed.

Wu Fuhui suggested, "How about we try our luck in Nantou?"

Luo Zhan naturally agreed without hesitation: "Okay!"

"Wait a minute, let me go stake this out. Damn it, there's definitely something wrong with what we ate last night!"

Wu Fuhui went into the outhouse, cursing and swearing.

As soon as Wu Fuhui left, the kidnappers who were with them secretly winked at Luo Zhan.

Luo Zhan understood and sent Wu Fuhui's men away.

He asked the kidnapper, "What's the matter?"

“I just saw a Communist from last night.”

"Why didn't you say so sooner!" Luo Zhan exclaimed with delight. "Where are we now? Section Chief Wu and I will gather our men immediately!"

The kidnapper paused, then said softly:
"The person who forced me to give up following him last night was probably him."

The kidnappers recognized Wu Fuhui as the man who had forced them to abandon their pursuit the previous night the moment they saw him.

But he never showed it from beginning to end.

The kidnappers weren't sure if their encounter with Wu Fuhui last night was a coincidence or if he was there to cover up the mess. Wu Fuhui had no contact with the underground party and they hadn't even met him. But coincidentally, he appeared after the underground party had passed by.

Luo Zhan paused for a moment, then decisively said, "It must be a coincidence—otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to see anyone, right?"

“It must be a coincidence.” The kidnapper responded to Luo Zhan’s words, but he understood that Luo Zhan had already become suspicious of Wu Fuhui, otherwise he would have deliberately said those words.

Inside the outhouse, Wu Fuhui's expression darkened.

Why did the other side send their subordinates away?
Did you recognize yourself?
Or...did you just see the comrade from last night?
Or is it possible that both are true?
At first, Wu Fuhui thought the other party hadn't recognized him, but after walking for so long, he noticed something from the other party's subtle actions. So he deliberately made an excuse to go to the toilet, creating an opportunity for himself to be absent.

Sure enough, while he was in the pit, Luo Zhan sent his men away.

How to do?
After thinking for a few seconds, Wu Fuhui made a decision. He decided to test the waters again to see if the other party had seen the comrade from last night or simply recognized him.

There's nothing wrong with him recognizing himself. He was ordered to stake out the Xiangguo Gate Wharf. Who can he blame for this coincidence?

I am Zhang Shih-hao's student. Without real evidence, who would dare to arrest me?
After emerging from the outhouse, rubbing his stomach, Wu Fuhui cursed and swore:
"My stomach is getting more and more delicate. It used to be able to eat anything without getting diarrhea, but now it rebels as soon as I'm not careful."

Luo Zhan laughed and said, "We'll be fine after these few days, Brother Wu. Shall we go to Nantou for another stroll?"

"Old Luo, I was thinking about this while I was on the toilet. How about we ask the department to send over an artist? This guy is from our Military Intelligence Bureau, after all. He's more reliable than an ordinary person, right? With his description, the artist should be able to draw a close-up likeness. What do you think?"

"My brain!" Luo Zhan realized. "Go tell my deputy to hurry up and get an artist from the bureau—"

After Luo Zhan saw the robbers off, he said to Wu Fuhui with a wry smile, "Brother Wu, I was out of my mind. I always thought the artist was unreliable, and I was prejudiced against him!"

"Haha, sometimes people's brains just don't work. I only thought of it while I was on the toilet—let's wait and see, and then we can use the sketch to find the clues." "Yeah, let's wait."

Luo Zhan agreed, but Wu Fuhui's heart sank to the bottom.

He was deliberately testing them—he suggested finding the artist, and if Luo Zhan and he went directly to call him, it would mean that the other party hadn't seen the comrade from last night, but had only recognized him.

Having given himself an excuse, Luo Zhan readily agreed and told the robbers to go find his deputy—which meant that the other party had definitely seen his comrade from last night. Whether he recognized him and was therefore on guard or was deliberately concealing it to gain credit, this was the worst possible outcome.

[The comrades on the Deyuan must be notified to evacuate!]

Wu Fuhui appeared to be chatting casually with Luo Zhan, but in a flash he made a decision. It concerned the safety of his comrades and nearly $200 million. Even if it was fraught with danger, he had to take the risk.

[Our only hope now is that Comrade Lao Yang will realize the significance of my warning!]

After making the decision, Wu Fuhui fanned himself with his hand, looking unbearably hot. After struggling for a while, he said, "Old Luo, let's go. I know a place that's good for waiting for someone."

……

Yang Kecheng was Wu Fuhui's superior.

Yesterday, he made a special trip to Xiangguomen Wharf to secretly inform Wu Fuhui to carry out the escort mission. Yang Kecheng was Lao Cen's courier and a veteran of the No. 2 intelligence group. After Lao Cen left, the affairs of the No. 2 intelligence group were handed over to Lao Yang. He was naturally responsible for contacting the local committee and trading with the robbers.

The transaction was completed smoothly last night, but Yang Kecheng could not get away easily. He had a legitimate reason to conceal his identity and a legitimate excuse to come to Xiangguomen Wharf. He had to go through the proper procedures.

At that moment, Lao Yang was in a stilted teahouse at the dock, distributing back wages owed to some laborers.

This is also why he came to Xiangguomen Wharf.

Old Yang, dressed like a bookkeeper, was carefully distributing money when a familiar voice rang out:
"Damn it, why are there so many people?"

Old Yang remained calm, but was secretly startled. It was Wu Fuhui's voice!

Taking advantage of the break while distributing money, he looked up and, sure enough, saw Wu Fuhui dressed as an employee. Although it was only a glance, Lao Yang easily recognized that the people next to Wu Fuhui were not his subordinates.

Because this person did not keep his distance from Wu Fuhui.

"There are a lot of teahouses around here, Lao Luo, let's go to another one."

"Ah."

While Lao Yang was pondering this, Wu Fuhui had already turned and left with the other party without making any further moves, but Lao Yang realized that something was wrong.

Lao Luo—should be Luo Zhan from the intelligence department. He joined the Shanghai district during the War of Resistance against Japan.

Wu Fuhui knew that he was here to cover up the mission, and he also knew that he was here to pay the company's laborers. He wouldn't come here easily without a special reason, especially since he was bringing a section chief from the intelligence department with him. The reason why Lao Yang chose Xiangguomen Wharf was because Wu Fuhui was in charge of this area.

Now that Wu Fuhui has come with a section chief of the same rank, there's only one possibility:
Last night's trading... went wrong!
While Lao Yang was in charge of distributing the money as usual, he was quickly calculating in his mind which link had gone wrong—since the money had already been received, which link could have gone wrong?

The robbers... changed their minds and "burned" them?!
Old Yang gasped. Because the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics was investigating too strictly, the comrades of the Prefectural Committee could not spare too many resources in time, so they activated a high-level stronghold, which was the Deyuan ship.

With the robbers having identified them, the enemy will inevitably start their investigation by looking at the comrades who participated in the transaction last night.

【Deyuan!】

Realizing this, Old Yang became extremely anxious. Suppressing his fear, he pretended to be tired and yawned: "I calculated too late last night. How about this, let my wife give you the money temporarily, and I need to catch my breath and relax."

The laborers waiting to receive their money naturally had no objections, but Li Zhengqin, who was waiting on the side, was filled with doubt and uncertainty, but still took over her husband's duties.

All she could do was subtly inquire with her eyes during the handover.

After leaving the teahouse, Lao Yang quickly located Wu Fuhui and then hurried towards the west side of the dock, bypassing him.

……

fifteen minutes!

Just fifteen minutes after they sat down in the teahouse, Wu Fuhui's men arrived with one of Luo Zhan's men.

"Section Chief, this is a portrait."

A sketch portrait was placed on the table.

Wu Fuhui glanced at it only once and confirmed that the person in the portrait was one of the comrades who participated in the operation last night.

[The whole thing took less than twenty minutes; it seems Luo Zhan was well-prepared.]

Wu Fuhui's subordinate looked at the portrait, frowned, and said, "Section Chief, this person... I think I've seen him before."

"No need to say 'seems'—I'm sure who this person is!" Wu Fuhui jumped up: "This is an oil presser from Deyuan Oil Mill!"

"I reckon the Deyuan is most likely connected to the underground Communist Party! Lao Luo, shall we arrest them right away?"

Luo Zhan stood up: "Now that it's confirmed to be the Deyuan, arrest it now!"

Now it's Wu Fuhui's turn to be the one in the bind.

Upon seeing the portrait, he knew he couldn't hide it any longer, so he deliberately pointed out the name Deyuanhao—Deyuanhao was quite famous and had deep ties with the Renzi Hall of the Gelaohui (the Gelaohui had five halls, with Renzi Hall being the top level). He felt that Luo Zhan would be hesitant to act rashly and would at least have to consult with the authorities.

I never expected Luo Zhan to be so decisive.

Only fifteen minutes have passed since I secretly conveyed the message to Lao Yang. Will Lao Yang be able to understand what I mean?

Wu Fuhui's mind raced, but he was already itching to start a big fight—unable to get Luo Zhan to stop him, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue the act:
"Assemble your men immediately—bring your weapons. The Deyuan is affiliated with the Renzitang, so they will inevitably have weapons. If you encounter resistance, don't hold back!"

Wu Fuhui's men quickly assembled, and Luo Zhan's men were also assembling at the same time. It took about ten minutes to gather nearly twenty people.

They gathered during the march, and at this point, they were less than a hundred meters away from the Deyuan.

Unfortunately, bad news arrived at this crucial moment.

A message brought by one of Luo Zhan's men:

"Section Chief, Section Chief Wu, we just arrested a tung oil dealer. The retired brother (pointing to the robber Luo Zhan had seen) identified him as one of the underground party members who participated in last night's transaction."

Luo Zhan was overjoyed: "Tung oil dealers! It's definitely the Deyuan! Brother Wu, hurry up and move forward to avoid leaks."

Wu Fuhui nodded, then said in a voice only Luo Zhan could hear:

"Old Luo, you did a great job! I'm truly impressed."

Of course, Wu Fuhui was not convinced. He had provided a sketch in less than fifteen minutes, and now the robber had revealed that he had identified and arrested a Communist, clearly excluding Wu Fuhui. At this point, Wu Fuhui had to express his opinion.

Luo Zhan said, "Brother Wu, I'll treat you to a feast to apologize later. Let's arrest the Communists first!"

"Arrest the Communists first!"

Wu Fuhui naturally agreed and turned to urge, "Hurry up, speed up the work! Even without the Action Division, my Intelligence Division can still live a life of luxury!"

More than twenty men, armed with weapons, stormed into the Deyuan Restaurant. The staff at the entrance were terrified by the scene and dared not move. The customers inside were no better off, rushing around in a panic until a spy shouted for them to cover their heads and squat down, at which point they all covered their heads and squatted down.

"Bring everyone under control—anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!"

Wu Fuhui shouted orders: "Charge to the backyard, control everyone inside, don't let a single one escape!"

Within minutes, all 12 people at Deyuanhao, including the shopkeeper, were apprehended.

Looks like the comrades have retreated, that's great!

Overjoyed, Wu Fuhui paced back and forth with a grim face: "The number is wrong—I remember there were 16 people on the Deyuan! Where are the others?!"

The crew of the Deyuan were trembling with fear and dared not answer.

Luo Zhanwang looked at the two robbers in the group, and both of them shook their heads slightly, indicating that there were no Communists among them from the previous night.

"Ran……"

Luo Zhan uttered those two words with a profound meaning.

……

The campsite where the crime occurred.

The camp was deserted at this time—some police officers had been transferred away, while others had rushed to Tongliang County because of intelligence from the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

Zhang Anping did not go to Tongliang, but instead kept thinking about a question:
Where did the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics get the intelligence that the robbers might be in Tongliang?
The sound of rustling footsteps came from behind.

Lin Nansheng quickly entered the tent and reported:

"Teacher, I just received news that Wu Fuhui, the head of the Second Intelligence Section, has been taken down by Guo Qiyun, the adjutant of Director Wang."

Zhang Anping's pupils contracted slightly.

Lin Nansheng was unaware of Wu Fuhui's identity, but Zhang Anping was very clear about it.

Moreover, last night's transaction took place at the Chaotianmen Wharf, which was under Wu Fuhui's jurisdiction—what does it mean that Wu Fuhui was suddenly arrested at this time?
After closing his eyes and pondering for a while, Zhang Anping asked an unrelated question: "Is there any news about 'him'?"

Zhang Anping didn't say "he" was referring to someone, but Lin Nansheng knew that "he" referred to Cen Anyan.

Lin Nansheng shook his head.

Zhang Anping fell silent again. After a full two minutes, he made a definite guess in his mind, and his gaze turned extremely cold.

A sentence that Lin Nansheng had never heard from Zhang Anping before came out of Zhang Anping's mouth:
"This time, I... miscalculated."

Having said that, Zhang Anping stood up and, pacing back and forth, gave the order:

"Send a telegram to Chongqing, questioning Wang Tianfeng about why he arrested Wu Fuhui!"

"Also...prepare the car, let's go back to Chongqing."

(Sorry for the long hiatus. I won't go into the reasons, but I'll try my best to resume updates before the story ends.) (End of Chapter)