Shanghai, the Military Control Commission’s safe house.

Zuo Chong leaned on the sofa, looked at the copper lock opposite and whispered: "I heard everything I said just now. Are you willing to accept this task?"

Tongsuo pondered for a long time after hearing this, nodded: "Deputy, the soldier takes obeying orders as his duty, and I will do everything possible to penetrate the American intelligence agencies."

He spoke easily, but his tone was extremely firm. The little guy who made a living by stealing a few years ago has now grown into a qualified intelligence officer.

Recalling the scene when he first met the other party, Zuo Zhong felt very moved, paused and solemnly explained the difficulties.

"This is a long-term lurking task that takes more than ten years, decades, or even a lifetime to complete. I have to listen to your true thoughts."

Tongluo grinned and joked indifferently: "If you hadn't brought me into the Military Control Commission, I might have starved to death long ago. I just hope that Americans would not be as stingy as Japanese and even their salary would be replaced by military tickets."

The conversation ended. Zuo Chong walked out of the safe house and took a car to the train station, following Wu Chunyang.

At this time, half a month had passed since Zuo Chong and Melos talked, and the operation to capture the new Japanese fighter jets was officially launched. All the personnel of the operation were divided into two groups to go to the mission location.

The first group was led by Zuo Chong himself. The group first changed their routes to Shanghai and changed their fake identities, and then took a train to head north. The destination was temporarily kept confidential.

The second group of people in charge are Gui Youguang and Wu Jingzhong. They will set off from the island city and take a cruise to disembark in Kanto Prefecture. Among them are the Air Force colonels.

The Colonel Gao is from Northeast China and an elite pilot of the Guo Army. He can provide professional advice for the operation and can also serve as backup and redundancy for the operation.

If the puppet Manchukuo pilots are unwilling to surrender, and if the colonel is there, they can at least steal a new plane.

When the colonel was about to return to the Northeast, he was very excited. He had been leaving his hometown for ten years since the 20th year of the Republic of China, regardless of his family's dissuasion, despite his family's dissuasion.

For ten years, he has been missing the black soil day and night. This time he finally had the opportunity to go home. The colonel immediately agreed to the invitation of the Military Control Commission without any hesitation.

Zuo Chong thought of the cheering colonel Gao, shook his head gently. At this time, the car stopped in front of the train station, and the spies pushed open the door and strode in.

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"Woooooooooooooo~~~"

A few whistles sounded, and the steam train slowly stopped in the wilderness with thick smoke. The workers who followed the car jumped out of the car and began to repair the lines that were demolished by the guerrillas.

Now, from Shanghai to the north, the train has to pass through the two railway lines: the Shanghai-Nanjing Line and the Jinpu Line.

Due to the short distance of the Shanghai-Nanjing Line and its close proximity to the city, it was quickly restored even after several wars.

However, the Jinpu Line is different. The Jinpu Line is more than 1,000 kilometers long and has several provinces. There are a large number of lines outside the city and are easily destroyed.

It used to take about 30 hours to get from Jinling Pukou to Tianjin, but now there is no fixed time. The speed depends on luck.

For example, Zuo Chong and his group boarded the bus for more than two days, but they have not left Su Province until now, and have stopped more than ten times in just 200 kilometers.

Taking advantage of the parking space, the Japanese military police on the car checked the passenger's ID and luggage. Whenever they encountered suspicious people, they would smash them with a butt stock and take them away.

The crying sounds reached the first-class carriage along the car door. Left heaved gently flipped the Japanese books on his hand, and his expression did not change at all. The same was true for Wu Chunyang next to him.

A few minutes later, two military policemen wearing white armbands walked into the private room where Zuo Zhong was located. Wu Chunyang signaled the other party to stop and handed out a document and introduced it in a low voice in Japanese.

"We are from the Photo Weekly. This is the editor of Shimazu. Please don't disturb your Shimazu's rest. This is my handbook."

The two military police were in awe of the words. Photo Weekly is a subordinate agency of the Cabinet Intelligence Bureau, which is mainly responsible for the publicity of war and national policies. Most of its members are intelligence personnel.

But if it were just the title of "Photo Weekly", it would not be enough to make the military police so respectful. What really scared the two was Shimazu's surname.

The Shimazu family once ruled the Satsuma clan and had strong military and political influence. They were closely linked to many daimyos. Even after the Meiji Restoration, they were the top Chinese in Japan.

One of the military police opened the certificate and checked it carefully, and confirmed that the stamp was accurate. He handed the certificate back with both hands and bent down to Zuo Chong who was reading the book.

"I'm so sorry. Please forgive me if you want to show your handbook for your duties."

"Baga!"

Wu Chunyang shouted angrily, raised his hand and wanted to slap the other party. Zuo Chong put down the book in his hand and made a sound to stop him.

"Okay, the Empire needs loyal warriors and hand over my certificate to this lieutenant."

As he said that, Zuo Chong asked curiously again: "Where are you trained? Are you the training center for the training center for the rear service officers in Tokyo?"

"Hayi!"

The gendarmerie's waist was bent even lower. Ordinary people didn't know where the training center for service personnel in the rear of Tokyo was, but for their duties, they still received the certificate.

Like the previous handbook, the military police did not see any flaws, which made him completely let go of his guard, randomly checked a few entourage personnel and then respectfully retreated.

Not long after, the Japanese train conductor who received the news also came to say hello and enthusiastically asked everyone what they needed.

Wu Chunyang said a few casually and sent this horse P away, then looked at Zuo Chong and smiled. The next itinerary should be much quieter.

Sure enough, perhaps in order to leave a good impression in front of the staff of Photo Weekly and "His Excellency Shimazu", the inspection of the Japanese military police became much more civilized in the following days.

When the train arrived in Tianjin, Zuo Zhong and others transferred to the Zhengtai Railway train and got off at Baocheng Station. It was not until this time that the spies learned that the destination of their trip was this city famous for donkey meat.

Wu Chunyang looked at the gray street and asked Zuo Chong: "His Excellency Shimazu, where are we going?"

Zuo Chong had a smile on his face and waved his hand suddenly: "Gendarmerie Command, set off quickly."

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A county town in a certain area in Jizhong.

A handsome guy looked at Zuo Chong and put the donkey meat into his mouth, and immediately asked in a slightly anticipated tone: "Celebrity, how does it taste?"

Zuo Chong took a bite and chewed it twice, a smile appeared on his face, and he stretched out his thumb: "It's delicious, it's worthy of being the most famous donkey meat restaurant in the local area."

In other seats in the store, Wu Chunyang and the little spies were eating down. The lobby was filled with the jingling sounds of the collision of bowls and chopsticks.

"As long as you are satisfied, please give me some instructions if you have something to do." The guy put down the plate and was about to turn around and leave.

"Slow down! You do what you do, wherever you come from, and wherever you go, stay honestly."

Outside the door, a man with a slim bone and an unprecedented appearance walked into the store with his eyes slanted, and his eyes as big as mung beans were glanced around everyone.

Wu Chunyang was startled by the person's appearance and gave him a big mouth with his backhand, which made the mouse-bearded man turn around several times.

"Ouch!"

The rat-bearded man covered his face and wailed, touching the turtle box at his waist with his right hand, but before he could touch the gun, several pistols were pressed against his forehead and back, which scared him so much that he begged for mercy.

"Give me your life! Eighth Master, please spare me! If you have a wrongdoing, you have a debt, you have a master. I will take my brothers to find Mr. Heiteng."

The guy and the restaurant shopkeeper just saw this and hid behind the counter. The young man with a rat-bearded man came at the door and his legs were weak, and his feet were covered with oil.

"Okay, let him go and wait for his master to come over." Zuo Chong wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, his voice calm.

Wu Chunyang asked the spy to let go of the rat-bearded man, bent down and replied, "Yes, yourselves."

The shopkeeper blinked and approached the clerk: "Why do I look at these guys like ghosts? Oh... like Japanese people? You say, what are these people doing?"

The guy was still laughing and shook his head and said, "How do I know this? I only know that Captain Jia has caused big trouble this time. Hei Teng Taijun will come later. The shopkeeper, please go back to the house to hide."

When he said that Cao Cao was here, Hei Teng, who had fought with Nojiri at Lin Fuichiro's wedding, rushed into the hotel with a team of Japanese soldiers.

"Supreme immediately, I promise not to hurt you. The Great Japanese Locust Army spoke in person, behind the scenes, and two sets of the same work."

Hei Teng held up his glasses that were thicker than the bottom of the bottle, hooked his head and said sternly to Zuo Chong and others.

The rat-bearded man saw Heiteng as if he had seen his father. He hugged the other person's thigh and howled: "Heiteng Taijun, these people must be the Eighth Route Army, I almost couldn't see you."

Wu Chunyang thought to himself that this is all about what, one thing is about in person and one thing behind his back? Did the Japanese say something wrong or were deliberately making things difficult for them? He threw the ID directly on the table without understanding it.

Hei Teng pulled it a few times, but couldn't break free from the dog skin plaster on his legs. He could only stretch his arms and pick up the ID from a distance in front of him, and read out the contents loudly.

"Photo Weekly Reporter..."

He closed the certificate with a snap, and his expression changed several times in just a few seconds, some were shocked, some were afraid, and some were suspicious.

The ID is true, but why did the reporter from Photo Weekly come to such a place? Heiteng didn't know whether he should trust the other party for a moment.

Zuo Chong, who was in the middle of the crowd, did not look back and said, "It's Hei Tengjun from Huangcheng Firm. If you have any questions about our identity, you can verify it with the Baocheng Military Police Command."

Hei Teng was shocked and believed most of the identity of the visitor. He turned around and ordered the Japanese soldiers to collect their guns and contact the military police headquarters. He walked to Zuo Zhong carefully and waited for the news.

The reason why he reacted like this was because the people of the Republic of China and even ordinary Japanese officers did not know the existence of the agency "Huangcheng Office".

In 1938, the Japanese North China Front Army established a secret committee with the goal of eradicating the ideas of the underground party and eliminating anti-Japanese consciousness.

The head of the committee is the Chief of Staff of the North China Front Army. The members include the heads of each section of the General Staff Department, the ministers of the military police and police forces, as well as personnel from the consulate, Xingya Institute, North China Development Co., Ltd., and North China Transportation Co., Ltd.

Since its office address is next to the Imperial City of Peking, it is called "Huangcheng Office" to the public. It has branches in all counties and cities in Hebei Province, and its membership is highly confidential.

For example, Heiteng's public identity is the head of the secret service agency, but how can a county town have a secret service agency? His real position is an external intelligence officer of Huangcheng Firm.

If someone who came to reveal this secret matter in one word must have contact with the military or senior management of the intelligence agency. Hei Teng thought of this and secretly looked at Zuo Chong, his attitude became more and more respectful.

Soon after, the Japanese spy who went to verify his identity returned to the hotel and muttered to Heiteng. After hearing this, Heiteng bowed to Zuo Chong to apologize again, and then left with dog skin plaster.

After seeing off the uninvited guest and ensuring the safety of the environment, Zuo Chong lifted the plate on the table with his index finger, gently hooked his little finger, and a small note came to his palm, and there was a line of small characters on it after it was unfolded.
Chapter completed!