Zhuang Zili let the tears on his face fall on the table drop by drop. Thinking of the current situation where everyone was a slave and I was a fish, he burst into tears.

"In the 23rd year of the Republic of China, the Secret Service Headquarters sent a secret message to inform the Tokyo Station that a group of personnel from the Intelligence Section had come to Japan to perform secret missions.

The number of people is unknown, the person in charge is unknown, and the mission situation is unknown. I only know that the mission is very confidential and Dai Chunfeng is directly responsible.

I have emergency contact information with them, but they have not contacted me for more than a year, General Gangcun, what I said is the truth."

He was still afraid after all, and told everything he knew about the situation. He no longer dared to look directly at Wang Zhongquan's head.

one second hero,

A bear in one second.

Sometimes the critical moment that determines the path of life only lasts a few seconds. If Zhuang Zili had chosen to take action just now, the outcome might have been different.

After hearing what he said, Gangcun hesitated for a moment and glanced at the traitor Tan Wei. Tan Wei immediately bent over and cooed a few words into the traitor's ear.

Zhuang Zili lowered his head, his eyes full of murderous intent, thinking that this bastard really hated himself to death. Just as he was thinking about this, he heard Gangcun ask again.

"Zhuang Sang, where are the messages sent to you by Jinling?"

"The darkroom of the Sunrise Cinema must have been burned down by the fire."

"Oh? Please Zhuang Sang rewrite these telegrams, and also write down clearly the contact information of the secret personnel coming to Japan from the Intelligence Department. Can you do it?"

"Yes, General Gangcun, I hope to receive the strictest protection."

"No problem. The Empire of Japan has always attached great importance to its friends."

After Gangcun got what he wanted, he replied with a smile, reached out to close the small wooden box, and gave Tan Wei an order in a relaxed tone.

"Tan, take Wang Zhongquan's head and feed it to my dog. Anyone who dares to reject our goodwill will receive the most ruthless punishment."

"Hai."

Tan Weitian lowered his head shamelessly, hugged the wooden box and walked out. Before leaving, he snorted at Zhuang Zili with a trace of ridicule on his face.

We are all being traitors. There is no point in pretending to be a loyal martyr like you surnamed Zhuang. When Jinling finds out that we have surrendered to the enemy, we will all have to face the pursuit of the Secret Service.

It is better to coax the Japanese into good health, not only to save his life, but also to enjoy the glory and wealth. If he wants to become a master, he must seize this opportunity.

Tan Wei hurried out, and soon the frantic barking of wolves and dogs was heard outside, followed closely by the sounds of biting and chewing.

"Ugh~"

Zhuang Zili couldn't help but want to vomit. Intelligence officers are also human beings, and they will also feel sick when faced with such things that go beyond the limits of human nature.

At the same time, he had a full understanding of the ruthlessness of the Japanese, and tremblingly picked up the paper and pen handed over by Okamura and started writing a book.

Half an hour later, Zhuang Zili was led out of the gate and into a car. Gangcun in the room looked at what he had written and said to his entourage.

"Contact the Ministry of Internal Affairs and ask them to immediately conduct an inventory of foreigners, imperial citizens, and expatriates who entered the country after January 1934, as quickly as possible.

The target information is unknown, and the destination may be any city. First, find personnel related to important military and political agencies, and report immediately if discovered.

Tell those bureaucrats that this is an important case for the General Staff Headquarters, and whoever sabotages the military's plan will be punished by military law."

"Hai, Your Excellency General."

After speaking, the attendant quickly left to convey Okamura's order. It won't take long for ordinary people in Japan to be affected by this order.

With the prevalence of monarchism, the opinions of the military gradually determined Japan's political direction and policies, and soldiers became more important.

In the tea garden, Gangcun held up the tea cup with one hand, stroked the wolf dog that was licking the blood on its paws with the other, and looked at the green bamboo dancing in the wind.

Zuo Zhong,

Secret Service.

These are two formidable enemies. The zoo team he installed in Jinling was completely wiped out, and even the ace agent codenamed Boss died.

He still doesn't know how these people were exposed. The only gain is that he is sure that there is nothing wrong with Ryosuke Hase, the expert on China issues.

Also, some time ago, the secret base of the Kwantung Army's water supply and epidemic prevention force was destroyed, and dozens of senior researchers were burned to ashes.

The result given by the Puppet Manchukuo side is that the attackers were probably members of the Anti-Japanese Alliance because they found certain traces in the nearby mountains and forests after the attack.

The forces that dare to attack the Kwantung Army in the Northeast and operate in the forest are none other than the Resistance League. The bandits will not attack Beiyinhe.

Thinking of this, Gangcun shook his head. According to the secret information he received, a considerable number of American-made Thompson submachine guns appeared on the scene.

The Anti-Japanese Alliance was notoriously poor. Under the encirclement and suppression by the Kwantung Army, they could not even equip each man with a rifle, so where could they find the means to equip them with automatic firepower?

This matter may have been a joint effort between the underground party and the fruit party. When the Harbin Secret Service Section arrested the underground party in the Education Department, the two parties collaborated.

What His Majesty Tianlu and the senior officials were most worried about finally happened. A united Republic of China is not in the interests of the empire, and the relationship between the two must be destroyed.

For a time, countless conspiracies and conspiracies flashed through Gangcun's mind. After a long time, he smiled slightly and said, if you are a party member, you will definitely accept the empire's goodwill.

More than ten days later,

In a small shop in Tokyo's Minato District, Zuo Zhong looked helpless as he read the newspaper report on friendly consultations between the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Japan and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Republic of China.

The Nationalist Government and the Baldheads really care about food rather than fighting. I dare not believe this clumsy delaying strategy. How can there be real peace between China and Japan?

"Okamoto-kun, please drink some water."

At this time, He Yijun had her hair styled like a Japanese woman's, wearing a kimono and wooden shoes, and handed a glass of hot water to him with small steps.

The place where the two of them are staying now is a newly opened small drugstore. The store is about ten square meters, and upstairs is a smaller living room.

Zuo Zhong took the tea cup, looked around at the medicine cabinets, display windows, and counters in the store, and nodded with satisfaction. The decoration cost was not wasted.

This place was originally a small restaurant selling ramen. After they rented it, they hired workers to make some minor changes and opened it for business as quickly as possible.

Too many days have passed since Tokyo Station was destroyed and Fu Ling and others disappeared. The incident must be investigated clearly as soon as possible without further delay.

In addition to monitoring the movements of construction workers these days, Zuo Zhong also went to several clubs and factories to apply for jobs, but as expected, he was unsuccessful.

Today, he decided to go to the real target to see the situation. There were still no applicants for the three reporter positions at the Tokyo Daily News.

In Tokyo, a meager salary of 25 yen is not enough to support my family, let alone myself. I'm afraid I have to pay for myself to work there.

"Is anyone there? Excuse me."

Just as he was thinking about it, someone shouted something loudly outside the store, and then two policemen with guns walked into the store and quickly glanced at Zuo Zhong and the other two.

The leading policeman bowed slightly and solemnly explained his purpose: "We are policemen from a nearby police station, and we are here today to conduct national registration.

Please tell me your names and when you came here. According to the requirements of the Metropolitan Police Department, all people coming to Tokyo must provide household registration information."

"Yes, Mr. Police Officer, I am Shigenobu Okamoto, and this is my wife Natsuko Okamoto. We returned to Tokyo from Mite Island to make a living half a month ago."

Hearing this, Zuo Zhong answered naturally, motioned to He Yijun to go upstairs and take down the household registration information of the two people, and then stood aside quietly and waited.

He didn't start a conversation or use any clichés. Japanese interpersonal relationships are not like those in the Republic of China. People are relatively indifferent to each other. Too much nonsense can easily lead to suspicion.

Within two minutes, He Yijun went downstairs and handed the document bag to the police, then stood behind Zuo Zhong with his head lowered, just like an ordinary Japanese woman.

During this period, the leading police officer had been quietly observing, but found nothing wrong, so he had to open the document bag and check the documents inside.

The above information and entry time record are all normal. The stamps from the Shanghai Consulate and Guandong Prefecture are clear, and there are no problems with the secret stamp.

However, returning citizens are the focus of this investigation. The police recorded the information of the two people and prepared to go back for verification, especially to the Shanghai Consulate.

The other party stayed in the Republic of China for several years. During this period, his thoughts, actions and speeches had to be verified one by one. No one dared to pervert the military's mission.

"Please put it away."

The leading police officer returned the document bag, and then, led by Zuo Zhong, looked around the store carefully, stamping on the floor and knocking on the wall from time to time.

Zuo Chong accompanied him with a smile, thinking to himself that if Lao Bai's subordinates were one-tenth as dedicated as the other, Japanese spies wouldn't even be able to enter Jinling.

After struggling for a while, the two Japanese policemen left. He walked to the door and waved, turned around and returned to the house, his face suddenly turned ugly.

When he was looking for a job a few days ago, he saw many police officers walking around the streets. He thought something big had happened, but it turned out that they were conducting a large-scale investigation.

Such a meticulous investigation is by no means an ordinary police operation, but more like the work of an intelligence agency. The target is most likely Fu Ling and others.

Otherwise, the enemy would not ask them when they came here. Moreover, the Japanese would do this as soon as something happened at Tokyo Station. How could it be such a coincidence?

He bets that the police in other Japanese cities should also be acting. This is a large-scale counterintelligence operation involving the entire Japan.

There is a mole,

Still a big insider.

Apart from Dai Chunfeng, only a few high-level officials at Tokyo Station knew that the Intelligence Division had sent personnel to perform secret missions in Japan.

To be precise, only Zhuang Zili, Wang Zhongquan, and Tan Wei knew about it. It was now certain that the traitor must be among these three people.

After thinking for a while, he said a few words to He Yijun, walked out of the drugstore, trotted onto a tram, and headed to the headquarters of Tokyo Daily News.

The action needs to be accelerated. Zuo Zhong doesn't know how many things people like Zhuang Zili have mastered. It is related to the success or failure of the canned plan and cannot make any mistakes.

The tram drove for more than an hour, and a spectacular building appeared in front of him, and the Tokyo Daily News newspaper office arrived.

Tokyo Daily News,

Founded in 1872, it is a right-wing media that strongly promotes monarchism. Zuo Chong got out of the car, took a look at the building, and walked over.

Perhaps it was because there were so few people applying for the job that he met the person in charge of recruitment through the doorman without much effort.

"Okamoto, please sit down. Welcome to Tokyo Nippon Shimbun. I am Satoshi Ono, the deputy director of the press department, who specializes in managing new reporters."
To be continued...