Wang Deyong sat in front of the table with handcuffs and shackles. Behind him were four fully armed spies standing. Guqi looked kind-hearted, and he was talking to Wang Deyong with a pistol.

"Wang Deyong, you understand your sins yourself. If you want to survive, you must make contributions. I will give you a clear way. You will write down all the secret telegrams you send and receive. The more you write, the greater the hope of survival."

Wang Deyong showed a hint of embarrassment: "According to the Japanese's request, I destroyed the bottom file after sending and receiving telegrams. The secret numbers are irregular, and I can't remember them even if I am a god."

"Yeah."

Gucci loaded his pistol and pointed it at him: "Don't be foolish. I know that your radio operator has a very good memory. You need to remember at least 3,000 Moss codes alone, right?

A qualified radio operator sends at least 60 to 70 digits per minute, for 10 minutes. An excellent radio operator needs to send 80 to 90 digits per minute, and an expert needs to send more than 120 digits per minute.

If you can be chosen by the Japanese as Vanessa's radio operator, your communication skills will definitely not be too bad, and your memory will be the same. Now you tell me that you can't remember anything. Do you think of me as a fool?"

After receiving Zuo Zhong's order, he went to the Telecommunications Department for inquiries. In the original words of the Telecommunications Department's newspaper experts, the telecommunications code is a number in the eyes of laymen, but a paragraph of text in their eyes.

Because all radio operators in the Republic of China started with Moss codes, this has formed a fixed mindset. No matter what code is used, they will subconsciously transform them into the Chinese characters corresponding to Moss codes.

It is difficult to memorize irregular numbers, but it is much easier to memorize irregular Chinese characters. In addition, the telegram itself is short and concise, so the radio operator must have a rough impression of the telegrams he handles.

"Sir, calm down."

Wang Deyong was so scared that he raised his hands and explained, "But that's not a secret communication. Every time I receive and send telegrams, I'm worried that someone will break in and there is no time to remember the content."

This sounds reasonable, but Guqi knew that this kid was talking nonsense, and the other party often brought secret telegrams back from Shanghai to Jinling. For safety, he definitely kept secret telegrams in his mind.

So it is pure nonsense to say that he has no time to remember the content, but he has provided Vanessa with all his information. Why do he still hide this information? Is he another devoted traitor?

Gu Qi looked at Wang Deyong with a bad look. These traitors who regarded thieves as their father did not give him any color. They really regarded themselves as sick cats, so they nodded to the spy beside them.

"stand up!"

The armed spy got a hint and dragged Wang Deyong directly to the electric chair, preparing to make him mentally. This guy shaved his hair before, and now it is quite convenient for them to start.

Wang Deyong suddenly panicked and struggled to shout, "Speak well if you have something to do. No one said the benefits. Why do I say it? As long as you agree to let me go, I will tell you all the secrets I know."

Guqi's forehead was full of blue veins. It was already this time. Wang Badan was still dreaming. He immediately asked someone to close the power switch. Today he didn't tell me honestly, so he wouldn't think of getting off the electric chair.

Wang Deyong watched the switch slowly fall, and he didn't care about any benefits at the moment: "Sir, hurry up, I secretly recorded the secret power base of the Beidou and Nandou Intelligence Teams, really."

Obviously, this is the second way out for him.

The Japanese asked Wang Deyong to be a radio operator, probably because he was considering his innocence and was not easily targeted by intelligence agencies. As a result, Wang Deyong was not only discovered by the concession police, but also left the bottom line.

This is really a matter of stealing the chicken, but using the instigated person as an intelligence officer, especially the alien race, is a risky thing in itself, and the cooperation between the Secret Service and Ryosuke Hasegawa is the same.

Guqi stepped forward and kicked him: "I wasted so much time, where is the secret electricity hidden? If you dare to talk nonsense and kill you directly, as long as the secret electricity is real, we will give you preferential treatment."

"I am in Jinling, I rented a house myself, and there were some money and documents hidden in it." Wang Deyong replied dejectedly. This guy is so cunning that he even has a safe house for hiddenness.

Guqi sneered and asked him to tell the address. He immediately arranged a team of personnel to collect evidence and notified Zuo Chong of the news.

Zuo Chong was not too surprised to hear this news. No spy left him with a few ways out. There are too many enemies in this industry and they don’t have much care. I’m afraid I don’t know how to die.

However, Wang Deyong's retention is good news for the Intelligence Department. With these secret power bases, combined with the time of sending the message, and comparing the major events that happened at the same time, you can decipher the secret power.

The only thing to worry about is that the actions of the two intelligence teams are secret. If necessary references are missing, the meaning of the secret code cannot be judged, and it is useless to have a secret base.

It's up to humans, and you can't count on Vanessa to speak.

"Dong thud."

"Please come in."

Zuo Chong was thinking when he heard someone knocking on the office door. He immediately sat upright and then spoke up to let the other party come in. Now he temporarily handled the secret service office, and maybe a commander came.

However, it was not the commander who came in, but his little boy Shen Dongxin. Shen Dongxin held the documents in his hand. After coming in, he saluted: "Report to the section chief, Shen Dongxin, deputy director of the training department..."

"Okay, OK."

Zuo Chong raised his hand and interrupted his greetings, and threw a cigarette over: "There is no need to be so formal without outsiders. Why do you have time to come to me today? Is there any result in the information screening?"

Shen Dongxin and his team identified the personnel involved in the Fruit Party meeting. Wu Xinyue found this way. Although Ye Jinzhong had already explained, the personnel identification work was not over.

No one can be sure that Ye Jinzhong's explanation has been omitted.

Shen Dongxin took the cigarette and put it in his pocket, and replied seriously: "The personnel information has been reviewed. A total of six suspicious people were found, all of which were related to the puppet Manchukuo. Here is a list."

After saying that, he put the documents on the table, looking like he was doing business.

Zuo Chong smiled and stopped caring about him. He picked up the documents and read them. There were information about six suspicious people. Some of these people were staff members of the National Government and relatives of staff members.

He thought about it and called the Military Intelligence Unit. These people needed to be temporarily detained. The meeting began in about ten days. It would be better to kill the wrong person than let him go. The danger must be nipped in the bud.

After arranging this matter, Zuo Chong leaned on the back of the chair and asked, "How is it? Do you have any thoughts when you stayed there for a while? Is it different from the intelligence work you imagined?"

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Chapter completed!