In the headquarters of the Military Bureau, Zuo Chong walked out of the car, pointed at Wang Fangpu, wearing a hood and handcuffs and shackles, and ordered Gui Youguang: "Youguang, take it to the interrogation room, interrogate several times to see if the confession is consistent, and teach the newcomers by the way."

Gui Youguang nodded and pulled Wang Fangpu away with a grin. The emergency interrogation just now was just an appetizer. The real main course has not been served yet. The interrogation of such traitors, electric chairs, and tiger benches will have to be held.

Gu Qi was worried and followed Gui Youguang away. As for Wu Chunyang, Wu Jingzhong and Song Minghao, they did not follow him back to Luojiawan at all.

The second department should continue to stay at the Central University and conduct investigations and searches against Wang Fangpu. The other party's items and social relations need to be verified one by one, while the first department should go to various banks of transportation to guard.

On the other side, Zuo Chong returned to the office before he could sit down, He Yijun came over with a message: "Sub-secret message, Nobita."

Zuo Chong took the message suspiciously, but saw a long paragraph on it. Hasegawa Ryosuke really doesn't regard the Japanese money as money. Japan has to pay a lot of patent fees to Marconi every year.

In fact, if it weren't for the military of various countries' not allowing it, Marconi would have wanted to install a meter on all radio stations.

Let’s look at the content of the secret telegram. It turned out that Hase was scolded by Tokyo. The reason for the scolding was that the Hase agency spent too much money and the information obtained was very limited.

There is no way, the land prices in South America are getting more and more expensive, and the prices in Shanghai are not cheap. Hassei Ryosuke was short of money and could only make up the idea of ​​funding.

This is nothing at all. All national intelligence systems have the habit of drifting without funds. This is the case with the British, the Red and Russians, the Americans, and even the Military Control Commission. After all, no one takes it, how can you ask the superior to take it?

But the head of the Special Committee for China, Toshizaki, recently obtained a lot of important information with only a small amount of funds. After comparing the two, Ryosuke Hasegawa was in trouble and was scolded by the cabinet.

How could Hague swallow this? In the message, he asked Zuo Chong to clean up the intelligence forces of Damasa's subordinates, and also provided a clue that these Japanese spies came from the newly formed Cabinet Intelligence Bureau.

The former of this institution was the Cabinet Intelligence Department. It was upgraded last year and its membership was highly confidential and only followed the command of the Prime Minister of the Cabinet and some agents with temporary authorization.

According to the information found by Hasegawa, the Cabinet Intelligence Bureau set up investigation teams in both the Japanese-occupied areas and the KMT-controlled areas, equipped with submachine guns, rifles, mufflers, bombs, poisons and other weapons.

"Daoma Tongzhen...Care Intelligence Bureau."

Zuo Chong played down the telegram and whispered a few words, with a strange expression. As expected, no matter which era the King of Volume was not welcomed.

Suddenly, his heart moved. Will the investigation team of the Cabinet Intelligence Bureau be related to Yuan Chuyu's case?

The Military Control Commission had several dealings with Dama Tongzhen. The other party was an old man from the Japanese intelligence system. He was sinister and cunning, and was very stingy. He was extremely stingy to his subordinates.

It just so happens that the suspect in this case lacks funds. It is difficult to determine whether there is a causal relationship between the two, but it is worth a try. Although it is good, it will not have much impact if it fails.

After thinking about it, Zuo Chong took out a pen and wrote a telegram and handed it to He Yijun, asking her to send it to Tokyo. It was time to activate the Viscount.

Early the next morning, people came and went in front of the Tripitaka Province located in Tokyo.

Among the bustling crowd, Lin Fuyilang smiled and gestured to the staff while walking, and his feet were full of vigor and in his every move, he felt an indescribable spirit.

Not long after he got married to the Suzuki family, he was promoted to the deputy chief of the senior official of the Datura because of his "working skills". He held the power before his thirty years old, and he couldn't do it without being excited.

"Good morning, Mr. Lin."

"Second Minister, please first."

When the staff saw Lin Fuyilang, they immediately made the road to welcome him, saying beautiful words of compliment and smiles were filled with smiles.

Everyone understood that the other party was famous in the world, not only the youngest deputy chief in the province of Taoism, but also the son-in-law of the Suzuki family. He will definitely be an important figure in the imperial political arena in the future, so they naturally dare not neglect it.

Lin Fuyilang greeted everyone kindly, walked quickly to the office, picked up the phone on the table and said a few words to the secretary of affairs.

Half an hour later, a top-secret document issued in the name of Minister of Tripitaka was issued to various intelligence agencies stationed in the Republic of China, including the Shanghai Special Committee on China.

Chongguang Hall.

Damatsu Tsuna touched the telegram and said proudly: "Yoxi, Minister Dazo is very satisfied with our work and has also proposed commendation. I really want to see the expression of that guy Hase now.

His Changsei agency spent so much money, but he had very little gain. Perhaps it won't take long to complete the Changsei agency, and he would be recalled to the local area."

The little spy who came to deliver the letter was startled and hurried to the door and looked around. After confirming that no one eavesdropped, he closed the door and returned to Damai's side, lowered his voice and reminded him.

"Your Excellency, you should not mention funding issues to Tokyo. Doing so will offend many people, including too many people in Peking, Yangcheng, Shanghai and even Tokyo."

Dama Tongzhen didn't care and waved her hand: "I can't let those insects greedy for precious funds. Can't we serve His Majesty the Heavenly Locust without money? It's ridiculous!"

The little spy wanted to leave so as not to be implicated by this idiot boss, but considering that he and the other party were grasshoppers on the same rope, he had to patiently persuade him.

"I understand your wishes, but the empire has its own national conditions. Since the reform period, the use of funds for intelligence agencies has been not very transparent. Cabinet ministers and His Majesty the Heavenly Locust are very clear about this.

It’s just that the cost of secret intelligence activities is difficult to verify, and with the high risk of intelligence personnel, the cabinet will let it go. You must do something, otherwise the disaster will not be far away."

Dama Tongzhen couldn't listen to these words at this time. He was already blinded by the commendation and made a new decision directly.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Use secret channels to notify the "Kato" team that the funds will be temporarily suspended for the month. Please be patient for the sake of the Empire and His Majesty the Heavenly Locust."

"Nani?"

"kindness?"

"Hayi."

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In the following days, news of the firefighting at Central University spread throughout the mountain city, and the news that a student died in the firefighting spread, and there was a lot of discussion among the people.

That afternoon, a tea shop in a teahouse was discussing this matter with his companions. During the conversation, he accidentally mentioned "Wang Fangpu". Not far away, another middle-aged tea shop slapped, put on a hat and stood up and left.

The man turned around the city and returned to a private house in the suburbs until night fell. As soon as he entered the door, Zhao Dayang anxiously asked the other party.

“What’s going on outside?”

"Wang Fangpu was shot dead, a stupid Republican.

The middle-aged tea chef said as he slowly unbuttoned his coat, his expression seemed very painful. After the coat was taken off, the gauze on the upper part of his left arm was soaked with blood.

Zhao Dayang found gauze, scissors and powder, and skillfully treated the wounds for the other party. He said with a little concern: "Yuan Chuyu's body was found, and Wang Fangpu was also exposed. We must evacuate as soon as possible."

"Shut up! Our mission has not been completed yet, how can we give up easily? Do you want to betray His Majesty the Heavenly Locust?" The middle-aged tea chef was anxious. After speaking, he took out a pen and handed it to Zhao Dayang.

"The latest order from Lord Damasaki, see what has been written, and there may be a new task."

Zhao Dayang didn't dare to say more, so he tightened the bandage tightly, picked up the pen and unscrewed the cap and took out the paper strip from it, translated the contents through the code book, and his two heads put together and looked down.

"Suspension of funds? Baga! Big force $_&#_-##&-"

The middle-aged tea chef who had just spoken and said, immediately greeted Dama Tongzhen's relatives, and his face was so angry that he blushed.

Does the other party think that collecting intelligence does not require money? Well, even if collecting intelligence does not require money, they have to have a meal. Do they really have to beg for money?

Silence, the two fell into a dead silence. After a long time, Zhao Dayang plucked up his courage to propose: "Since both Yuan Chuyu and Wang Fangpu are dead, the dollar has become a secret. Do you want it...?"

The middle-aged tea shop was a little interested, with a total of 20,000 US dollars. As long as you try, you can get it. No one except them knows.

"Do it! Your Excellency!" Zhao Dayang continued to bewitch: "The money left in the bank can only be used to save money for the people of the Republic of China. With them, we can complete the task better."

Yes, only with money can you complete the task. The middle-aged tea chef felt that this sentence was right and instantly found an excuse for his behavior. He pondered and stood up and said.

"Okay, tomorrow you will be ready to go to the bank for investigation. I will be outside the bank. If everything is normal, you will take all the deposits."

Zhao Dayang wanted to say that his appearance had been exposed, and it was not good for him to withdraw money, but looking at the warning expression on the other person's face, he had to pretend to be happy and nodded.

Seeing this, the middle-aged tea chef walked into the inner room to get the certificate of deposit and made a detailed plan for withdrawing money with Zhao Dayang. He made specific arrangements for which bank to go to, which road to go, which road to leave, and what to do when encountering danger.

After the discussion, the two of them lay down to rest. In the darkness, Zhao Dayang touched the certificate of deposit on his chest, turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged man on the other bed, and his eyes gradually became fierce.

The next morning, the two walked out of the house one by one, and Zhao Dayang, who was walking in front, looked behind him and sneaked into the grocery store on the side of the road.

At nine o'clock in the morning, in the waiting area of ​​the lobby of the Bank of Communications Head Office on the Datong Street, Wu Chunyang sat on a wooden chair holding a newspaper. Yu Guang swept over the customers coming in from time to time, and suddenly a small spy approached his ear and said.

"Director, someone called the police station and said that there were Japanese espionage activities nearby, age, height, and clothing, clearly stated what to do, should I apply for support from the headquarters?"

Wu Chunyang frowned when he heard this, his mind turned at high speed, then rolled up the newspaper and walked towards the counter, picked up the phone and put it next to his mouth.
Chapter completed!