Shi Clinic, full name Strong Clinic, was first opened by German Strong. After more than ten years of operation, it has become the most famous trauma clinic in Jinling.

After all, after the baptism of that war, the Germans were very experienced in dealing with trauma and wound inflammation, and there were also many special drugs for treatment.

So not only the casual man wanted to come here for treatment, Zuo Chong also thought of it, and used it as a key monitoring target and arranged a lot of people.

Patients pretending to be injured, families accompanying treatment, vendors selling goods at the door, and spies use their various identities to closely identify all medical practitioners.

The person responsible here is Wu Chunyang and He Yijun. He Yijun has seen each other and can lock in the target faster and reduce the possibility of spies being discovered.

However, after two days of surveillance, she did not find a suspicious object until a rickshaw parked at the entrance of the clinic and a familiar figure appeared.

He Yijun put down the telescope in his hand: "Chief Wu, the person who just got off the car looks like a target, but his skin color is whiter than that day, and his cheeks are thinner.

However, using cosmetics can change the color of the skin, and the changes in the face shape can be solved by biting something in his mouth. He is the casual man that day."

Her tone was very certain.

Wu Chunyang turned the telescope and happened to see a limping man walking into the clinic. He looked like he was injured with his right leg, and the injury was not serious.

There is no way to tell more of it. After all, the other party will definitely not be a novice if he climbs for three minutes, silences, and retreats. He will not expose his identity so easily.

He thought about it and opened the window of the surveillance point. This was a signal to the surveillance personnel, telling them that the doctor who had just entered was suspicious and needed to be vigilant.

Besides, the man in casual clothes walked into the clinic and first observed the people nearby, and the patients and family members bandaged gauze, which seemed to be normal.

He found a bench to sit down, watched the nurses' work quietly, confirmed the truth of the patients' injuries, and observed the pedestrians passing by without hesitation.

An hour later, the patients changed into a group, and the pedestrians had no repetitive faces. The casual man was sure that there were no spies from the Chinese intelligence agencies in the clinic.

He laughed in his heart, thinking that he was too nervous. Chinese people are not gods, so how could he know that the inflammation of his wounds were set up and ambushed?

Unless it was the Chinese woman who was doing it, but in that case, they would not successfully complete the task, and would not leave Renxin Hospital so easily.

The casual man relaxed a little and found the nurse to tell him the condition. However, even though he had confirmed his safety, he still did not forget to observe the other person's expression.

The nurse looked at his wound and helped him find the doctor step by step. She was not interested in his identity and the reason for his injury, and had a cold attitude.

The casual man was completely relieved. After receiving treatment from the doctor, he walked out of the clinic with a relaxed expression, called a rickshaw and started to circle around Jinling.

Regardless of whether there is any danger or not, it is necessary to ensure that the back is clean on the Chinese territory. The casual man endured the pain in his legs and changed the means of transportation over and over again.

Finally, after confirming the safety behind him for the third time, he got out of an alley and walked towards his residence with a limp. He could not let anyone know the real address, and the last section of the road could only be walked.

Looking at the man walking hard in the distance, Zuo Chong sighed: "The dedication of Japanese intelligence personnel is worth learning from. Let's move a little further.

He must have walked not far from his residence. He must be very alert and cannot fail. He can choose to disconnect the line at any time, but not expose it."

He received Wu Chunyang's report and immediately rushed over from other surveillance points. After so many days of hard work, he finally grabbed the other party's tail.

"Don't worry, the section chief, this time the people who follow the tracking are all veterans. When they encounter an emergency, they will act according to the opportunity. What should I do after finding his nest?" asked Wu Chunyang, who was sitting in the same car.

Zuo Chong lowered his body: "Of course, I followed the clues. I judged that there was a complete intelligence team behind him, including but not limited to the two young men in military uniforms.

The three of them should be operational personnel. In addition to operational personnel, such an intelligence team also has at least intelligence personnel, logistics personnel and support personnel."

Wu Chunyang understood what he meant. Unlike the Japanese spies who acted alone and contacted one-line in the past, the operation mode of this intelligence team tended to cooperate.

Therefore, their mission is not just lurking, but executing orders, conducting assassinations, stealing secrets and other operations in accordance with the requirements of Japanese intelligence agencies.

He thought for a while: "The section chief, the confession of the Japanese spy who was silenced, led the ambush plan and the Jinling Intelligence Network, is the head of Shenyang's spy agency Doihara.

According to information, this person is known as China Communications. He once served as a Japanese investigator in the Miaojie incident and planned the establishment of the puppet Manchukuo.

In the 21st year of the Republic of China, he was promoted to major general and was good at lobbying. Because he was from the army, he was not lacking in offensiveness and was a very difficult opponent.

For example, this intelligence team is more like a pure intelligence combat force. Hidden is not their purpose, it is only a means to complete the established tasks."

Zuo Chong applauded and smiled: "This intelligence team is indeed different from previous enemies. They have clear goals and great destruction. Doing damage is greater than stealing secrets.

But since you want to perform the task, you must plan and discuss it. As long as you catch a mouse, your rat nest will be found soon."

Wu Chunyang suddenly realized, yes, the cost of great destructive power is to reduce concealment, and the other party must have communication between personnel, which is the weakness.

"Wait patiently. After the silence operation, the other party will enter a dormant period to avoid arrest. Meeting again is likely to be before their next operation."

Zuo Chong watched the casually dressed man disappear into the crowd, and his tone was affirmative. Intelligence combat is a more patient game. The Japanese have it, and the Intelligence Department also has it.

Wu Chunyang suddenly said something: "Section Chief, according to the information from the Cao Gang, the day after you were ambushed, someone had seen Du Cuzi in Shanghai.

This person was at the dock at that time and was dressed tightly. It seemed that he was going to the Northeast. Isn’t he a special work class person? Why did he go to the Northeast?"

Zuo Chong thought for a while and said, "Maybe he doesn't trust the Shanghai special work class, but unfortunately he lets him run away, otherwise many things will be clear."

Speaking of this, he thought of Wang Badan Hasegawa Ryosuke. After he was ambushed, he began to contact the other party and wanted to ask about information about Du Quzi.

But the dead mailbox has not responded. The money was collected very quickly, and it was impossible to contact us at critical moments. This guy would not have been liquidated.

"Buzzing." The sky sounded again with a huge roar of planes.

"MD, the Air Force is crazy and is training over Jinling City all day long, and is not afraid of hitting the mountain." Zuo Chong cursed as he looked at the top of his head.

At the same time, in a huge Russian-style building, a serious Japanese soldier walked by under the dim lights of the corridor from time to time.

These people held lead-sealed file bags, and were busy and serious. From time to time, radio communication sounds sounded from time to time in the small rooms on both sides of the corridor.

"Ka, da, da."

A young man in a cashmere coat was wearing beautiful calfskin boots and walking on the old floor, with diamonds on the tie clips being particularly eye-catching.

When the Japanese officers on both sides saw the white handcuffs on the man's left wrist and the briefcase on the other end of the handcuffs, they knew that this was a special messenger.

The man looked straight and continued to walk to the deepest part of the building with a straight look. His briefcase was tightly attached to his body, so that he could feel it all the time.

He walked to an office, and two gun-armed guards checked their documents, turned around and opened the door for him, and a melodious Japanese tune came from the room.

The man walked in with his chest straight and at a standard pace, saying in a deep voice: "The Chief of the Special High Section of the Information Department of the Shanghai Consulate, Ryosuke Hasegawa had met His Excellency General."

In front of him, a major general with Rendanhu stood up with a smile: "I didn't expect that you would come so quickly, and your consul is still so decisive."

"Hayi, the Shanghai Consulate's investigation into the leak of the special work class has been completed. Nobuo Kato is not suspected of treason. Here are all the files."

Hasegawa Ryosuke opened the handcuffs and handed them to the major general with both hands.

The major general smiled and took the briefcase to check the documents inside. When he saw that Nobuo Kato was indeed innocent, the wrinkles on his forehead gradually became darker.

He sat there and thought for a while and said, "According to our intelligence, the three intelligence teams in Jinling in the special work team have been destroyed by the Chinese.

Only him and Iwai Kwan are the ones who have the information of these three groups, but your special high school course is progressing very smoothly, and the only suspect is Nobuo Kato."

"Hayi." Hasegawa Ryosuke lowered his head: "So we monitored him closely and found no suspicion except for the abuse of funds."

The major general was silent for a long time: "Okay, maybe I'm too worried. You Shanghai is too careless about the Chinese intelligence activities. Do we need our Kanto Army to take over? It's all for the empire."

Hasegawa Ryosuke shook his head: "General, this is not something I, a small senior high school director, can make the decision, but I will convey your words to the Consul.

Hearing his humble words, the major general asked with a smile: "Haguchi, you have been here before. How do you feel when you visit the old place again? I am really sorry for what happened last time."

Hasegawa Ryosuke quickly shook his head: "The general is so serious. It is indeed not a pleasant thing to be investigated by the Kanto Army, but I have no complaints for the sake of the empire."

"Yoxi, it's rare to see the people from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs so patriotic. You'll have a few more drinks with me at night, Chief Hassea." The Major General seemed to be praising him.

Hasegawa Ryosuke said respectfully: "It is a great honor to have dinner with General Doihara. Can Hasegawa make arrangements? Is it a great honor to satisfy the general?"

Doihara laughed: "Although Shanghai is the number one city in East Asia, it is not bad compared to it. Okay, then you can arrange dinner today."

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A person has childhood, middle age and old age. I think no one will think it is unhappy. One day there are mornings, noons, sunsets, and spring, summer, autumn, and winter. This is no better way.

There is nothing good or bad in life, only the question of "what is good in that season".

If we live with this biological concept of life and follow the seasons, no one except the arrogant ignorant and hopeless idealist will deny that life is indeed living the past like a poem.

Shakespeare once expressed this concept very clearly in the article in the seventh stage of his life, and many Chinese writers have also said similar things.

It is strange that Shakespeare has not become a religious person and has never expressed great concern for religion. I think this is what makes him great;

He regards life as a play and does not disturb the organization of all things in the world.
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