"Young man, can I sit here?"

The familiar Hokkaido accent came, and Tetsuji Sudo, who was sad and angry, raised his head. A middle-aged man was standing in front of him. The windbreaker on this man was a little loose and the style was a bit old.

However, Tetsuji Sudo could see that the other party must be a rich man, at least he was a rich man. The ready-made clothes in Damaru's clothes are expensive and ordinary people can't afford to wear.

In an instant, he had many speculations about this person's identity. The failed businessman and the government civil servant with a bad future were in a short time. In short, the situation was as embarrassing as himself, so he nodded silently and moved to the side of the stone bench.

The middle-aged man sat down with a smile, holding a book tightly in his hand, and looked directly at the road where cars were coming and going in front of him.

After a long time, the middle-aged man suddenly turned around and asked, "Young man, it seems you are in trouble?"

His voice was quite friendly, and his gentle smile was like a trustworthy big brother, which easily made people feel good.

Perhaps because of the authentic Hokkaido dialect or the urgent need to talk, the introverted Tetsuji Sudo lightly tapped his head twice, which was considered to be answering the other party's question.

The middle-aged man did not ask where Sudo's troubles came from, and looked at the bustling streets and murmured: "The empire has no vast territory and no satisfactory resources. Why can it defeat Belarus and occupy the Republic of China?"

Tetsuji Sudo was slightly stunned. He had never thought about this issue before. The newspapers talked about how His Majesty the Heavenly Locust worked hard and how the cabinet worked hard.

But after seeing countless secrets of senior executives, knowing the details of wealthy families, and personally experiencing the rules of Japanese society, he understands that the reason why Japan is powerful is not the above two, and the purpose of carnivore is only interests.

The middle-aged man spoke without waiting for Tetsuji Sudo to answer, and his voice became louder: "The reason why the Yamato nation has achieved its current achievements is because of our perseverance!"

"The people in the fields, factories work hard, and soldiers fight bravely on the battlefield. All of this is the foundation for the country's strength."

"What is temporary hardship? We have been vassals of the Republic of China for thousands of years. Later, we learned the system and culture of them and the Westerners, and eventually triggered a new major change in the imperial world."

The middle-aged man's sonorous voices rang out in the park. After saying these bewitching words, the other party patted Tetsuji Sudo on the shoulder, and his eyes were shining.

"Come on your spirits and don't change your ambitions because of temporary gains and losses, as that will only make those who look down on you proud."

"Hayi." Tetsuji Sudo was excited and suddenly paused.

The middle-aged man seemed very satisfied with his reaction and handed over the book in his hand. Tetsuji Sudo took it and saw that "Notes on Life" was written on the cover.

Sudo opened the title page and saw a long list of directories in front of him. At the same time, the introduction of the book by a middle-aged man came to his ears.

"This is the work of the philosopher Kiyomi Miki. In this book, Miki Jun tells us how to view life and death, happiness, reputation, jealousy, success or failure. I think you need it more than me."

The middle-aged man mentioned Miki Kiyoshi is a well-known scholar in Japan and a social activist. He was arrested for sponsoring the underground party more than ten years ago.

Tetsuji Sudo had heard of Miki and the daimyo "Notes on Life". He was curious and quickly looked it through, but he didn't notice a small piece of words flashing through the back of the cover.

Half a minute ago.

Suzuki Kantaro's special car slowly drove past outside the park. Lin Fuichiro sat in the back row and stared out the window. He happened to see Sudo and the others, and couldn't help but exclaim.

"What's wrong, Ichiro?" said Suzuki Kantaro next to him.

Lin Fuyilang signaled the driver to stop the car and pointed at the stone bench: "Grandfather, look, that's the intelligence agent who is following me."

When Suzuki Kantaro narrowed his eyes and looked at him, he saw the middle-aged man handing the book to Tetsuji Sudo. For some reason, the middle-aged man's side face always gave him a familiar feeling, but this was normal.

As an evergreen in Japanese politics, Suzuki has seen many people, and the other party is likely to have met him on a certain occasion.

Thinking in his mind, Suzuki Kantaro ordered the driver to drive, closed his eyes and leaned into the seat, and his bargaining with Sugiyama and Okamoto Kiyoki was really tired, but fortunately the result was good.

After fierce competition between the two sides, Sugiyama Moto promised that as long as the Zorg group was arrested, they would fully support Lin Fuichiro's development in the Tripitaka Province.

With the promise of the army, Lin Fuichiro can be said to have a bright future. After all, Yamamoto has become a foregone conclusion, so the interests of the Suzuki family will be guaranteed, and Suzuki Kantaro is naturally satisfied.

The car was away from the park, and the figures of Tetsuji Sudo and the middle-aged man slowly disappeared from sight. A smile flashed across Lin Fuichiro's face, and he quickly regained his humility.

On the other hand, Tetsuji Sudo closed the book and was about to buy a book "Notes on Life" when he went back. The content in the book really inspired him.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man suddenly said: "Young man, it seems that you need this book very much, I can sell it to you at half price."

Tetsuji Sudo was amused and crying. He thought he was a wise man, but he didn't expect that he was a businessman selling books, but he also let go of his vigilance.

Any intelligence officer will have some doubts when facing a catcher, which is a professional habit.

He took out a stack of banknotes, put them in the middle-aged man without even placing them, and then stood up with the other party's thanks, just thinking that it was a good thing.

The good man Tetsuji Sudo left, and the middle-aged man also left the park and got into a rickshaw. After driving for a distance, the middle-aged man whispered to the coachman.

“Have you taken it?”

"I took it. According to your request, the photo contains your side face and target face."

On the noisy road, Wu Chunyang replied while pedaling, his eyes swept to the roadside and behind the car from time to time.

After hearing this, Zuo Chong nodded slightly and did not talk to Wu Chunyang again. The rickshaw merged into the tide of traffic on the streets of Tokyo.

A few days later.

The restaurant in Fumiya's official residence on Wednesday morning is always so lively. Komiya's close friends and think tanks gathered to discuss the internal and external situation in Japan.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! But the atmosphere at breakfast today is a bit strange. As the host, Konomiya, eating bread quietly, and did not talk as much as usual.

He didn't speak, and it was difficult for others to speak. Ozaki looked at his colleagues such as Zorge, Lin Fuichiro and others, and took the lead in breaking the silence and asking everyone what's new in Tokyo in the near future.

This is a fixed procedure for breakfast meetings. Guardians can understand social trends and policy feedback through information from all walks of life.

As Ozaki asked a question, the restaurant became quieter. Lin Fuichiro, who was on the other end of the long dining table, gently lowered his knife and fork and was the first to speak.

"You guys, I wonder if you have heard that the head of the Red Russian intelligence in the Far East surrendered to the Kwantung Army. This person is called Serekov, and he is said to be a very senior spy."

Lin Fuichiro went straight to the topic and brought the topic to Selikov. As he said, he looked around the dining table, but did not pay too much attention to Zorg.

Everyone showed surprise, even the same was true for Fumiya Konomi on the main seat, because the military did not report this to him at the cabinet meeting and realized that he had been undermined, Konomi's face looked ugly.

Ozaki glanced at Zorg on the line. Shelikov had actually rebelled. Why didn't Mosk inform such important information?

After a while, two more people asked Lin Fuyilang the source of the news. They were skeptical about this matter and did not believe that the Red and Russian intelligence officers would take the initiative to surrender.

Lin Fuichiro looked arrogant and said that the news came from Suzuki Kantaro. In order to prove the reliability of the information, he also provided the address of the Seligov's safe house, a manor located in the outskirts of Tokyo.

Those present believed that Suzuki Kantaro is a veteran of the Empire and has extensive connections in both the army and the navy. Lin Fuichiro is the son-in-law of the Suzuki family, and this information is very accurate.

Zorg took a sip of milk and did not participate in the discussion, but remembered the address. As for the authenticity of the safe house, he wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, his eyes gradually became firm, as if he had made some decision.

The breakfast ended in an atmosphere of scattering money from trees. Fumiya Kome hurried out of the restaurant, while the rest gathered together in groups of three or three to say goodbye.

With the current situation, perhaps less than next Wednesday, the Guards will move out of the Prime Minister's residence, and most of them will go their separate ways and have no chance to work together.

In the chaos, Zorg walked past Ozaki, and the two of them had a touch of their hands, and a note was delivered to Ozaki's hands. The whole process was only a few seconds.

Ozaki held his palms tightly and returned from the restaurant to his office in the official residence. After entering the door, he checked the contents of the note immediately, with only one sentence on it.

"See you in the old place in three days."

On Thursday, Zorge met Miyagi and Clawson at the "Golden Rhine". The three of them talked for a long time before leaving.

Another day passed, on the hillside a few hundred meters away from the Selykov safe house, Miyagi, the second person in charge of the Zorg group, and several Japanese officers, were sketching. Miyagi's eyes crossed the drawing board and turned to the manor at the foot of the mountain.

In a place invisible to Miyagi, Okamoto Kiyoki and other spies from the General Staff celebrated each other. The fish they had been paying attention to for many years finally took the bait.

Inside the manor.

Kiyofuku Okamoto informed Selikov of the inducement of Zorg's group, and at the same time, his small eyes swept around the other person's face, trying to find some signs.

Shelikov was not dissatisfied with being a bait. He smiled and said, "Mr. Okamoto, I am very satisfied with your efficiency. Please arrest all those guys, please."

Okamoto Kiyoki, who was frustrated, was a little embarrassed. He laughed twice and then turned the topic to the underground party mole in the National Government's intelligence system.

The General Staff felt that Zorg and his gangs could not escape, and it was time to focus on other things, such as this mysterious mole, which they were very interested.

If the other party can be turned into a double-faced spy, the Japanese side can grasp the intelligence of both the underground party and the Gorge, and it is very feasible.

Xielikov nodded politely, saying that based on the intelligence sent back by the eyeliner and telecommunications monitoring of the northwest, NK┴VD once listed a list of suspects, including several senior executives of the Military Control Commission and the Central Commission. Okamoto Kiyofuku hurriedly asked who they were.

"Zuo Chong, Deputy Director of the Military Commission, Gu Qi, Deputy Director of the Central Commission for the Military Commission, Xu Enzeng, Deputy Director of the Central Commission for the Military Commission, and Shen Dongxin, Chief Secretary..."

Xielikov reported a lot of names, and Okamoto Kiyoshi's face became darker and darker. It was understandable that Zuo Chong appeared on the list. How could Xu Enzeng be an underground party?

Perhaps seeing his thoughts, Selikov laughed: "My friend, anyone is doubtful. We first suspected that Left Hung was a mole, and we quickly ruled it out.

Because when the Nanyang Chinese Condolences Group went to the Northwest Terminal, the mole sent a message to the Northwest, but the telegraph machine carried by Zuo Chong was not activated during that period.

In addition, Zuo Chong lives a luxurious life, seeks pleasure, pursues low-level interests, and has an ambiguous relationship with the female secretary. This violates the discipline of the Northwest. Such a person cannot be an underground party."

After judging Zuo Chong's lifestyle, Xielikov crossed his legs and revealed a new information that he had never mentioned before.

"Before I left Red Russia, analysts targeted Xu because since 1933, any action he participated in ended in failure. One could be a coincidence, but countless times.

As a peer, you should know that faith is the strongest and most vulnerable. Perhaps Xu's thoughts changed during his contact with the underground party and betrayed the chairman of the mountain city.

And his romantic affairs can be regarded as a kind of disguise, a clever disguise. There is a Russian proverb that the more guilty a person calls, the louder he calls, the more he makes."

After Xielikov's analysis, Okamoto Kiyofu was a little uncertain. Could it be that Xu Enzeng is really a mole? Should he send someone to give it a try?

At the same time, Xu Enzeng, who was thousands of miles away, sneezed. He looked around suspiciously, and always felt that someone was scolding him behind his back.
Chapter completed!