"Wu Chunyang, I don't care who you ask for it. Find the design drawings of the Fourth Elementary School immediately. I want to know all the details of that school."

"Gui Youguang, gather all the operational experts immediately. There may be chemicals in the factory. Please bring the gas masks we collected at the Liuguo Hotel."

"Lao Gu, you lead others to guard the perimeter of the primary school. No one is allowed in or out. I mean no one, including you and Yu Xingle."

After Zuo Zhong announced the order, he added: "These must be completed before four o'clock. We must launch and complete the attack before the elementary school starts. We must not put the children in danger."

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The officers' club was bustling with activity. The agents didn't know what was happening yet, but when they saw the serious-looking section chiefs and section chiefs, they knew there was another big operation, and big operations meant great achievements.

As for risks, there is no risk in anything you do these days. Like the Secret Service, where salaries are paid on time and there are occasional bonuses to be earned, if you don’t want to do it, there are plenty of people who are willing to do it.

Wu Chunyang set off first. After hearing Zuo Zhong's order, he knew that there was only one person who could help him, and that was the director of Jiaxing Police Station.

Design drawings were not very popular in the Republic of China. Many houses were designed by the brick and tile masters themselves, and there were no design drawings at all.

Therefore, if you want to know the structure, it is better to find someone who is familiar with the school than to find the design drawings. A local coward like the director must know who to go to.

Cars were speeding through the city of Jiaxing in the early morning. The beggar on the roadside was awakened and cursed and turned over for the first time. But when he saw a continuous stream of black cars passing by, he decisively shut his mouth.

He could see that the people in those cars were dressed in black Chinese tunic suits and had guns in their hands. They looked like they were either going to kill someone or arrest someone. No, he didn't see anything.

Wu Chunyang didn't know all this. The car screeched to a stop in front of the director's house. He quickly ran to the door and banged it. It was already 3:10, and time was too tight.

Perhaps the director was too sleepy. After waiting for several minutes, the door of the director's house was still closed and there was no movement inside. Wu Chunyang became anxious and whispered: "Climb over the wall!"

Several little spies skillfully climbed onto the ladder and climbed into the courtyard of the police chief's house. They quickly opened the door from the inside. Wu Chunyang waved and a group of people rushed in aggressively.

The neighbor next to him had been awakened a long time ago. When he saw this scene, he sighed with his wife: "Look, how majestic it used to be. This house was ransacked, and I don't know how greedy that guy was."

The police commissioner slept very comfortably tonight. He had been tortured to death by the people from the Secret Service. Fortunately, they seemed to have discovered something and they all evacuated to the officers' club.

This made Mr. Director breathe a sigh of relief. Although these Hell Kings looked very polite, who knows what these people were thinking, and with their dark hands, they could be killed if they were not careful.

In the dream, the director himself became the section chief of the Secret Service. He hugged him from left to right, and felt very unhappy about being corrupt and perverting the law. But in the blink of an eye, a few black and white caprices came, talking about corrupt officials and corrupt officials, and tried to drag him away.

Go to the eighteenth level of hell.

"Ah, no, I'm not corrupt, I'm innocent."

The director was so frightened that he opened his eyes. Before he could wipe away the cold sweat, he saw several people standing in the dark room, seemingly looking at him. He rolled his eyes and almost fainted.

Wu Chunyang didn't know what the director was dreaming about. When they came in, the guy shouted about corruption or something, but now was not the time to think about that. He pulled the light cord and turned on the light.

"Get up quickly, I have something to do with you." Wu Chunyang shouted to the panicked director.

This sound brought the Director's soul back, and he recognized the person as someone from the Secret Service. His heart suddenly tightened, and he didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse to come to him so late.

But no matter how scared he was, he could only comfort his old wife, put on his clothes and walked to Wu Chunyang outside the door, and asked probingly: "Chief Wu, what are you doing so early?"

Wu Chunyang didn't have time to chat with him and asked directly: "Do you know the Fourth Elementary School? Who knows the layout and structure of it best? Take us to him."

The director was confused. The Secret Service came to find him in the middle of the night. Why did they want to find someone who knew the structure of the elementary school?

But he quickly figured out that no matter what they wanted to do, he just had to coax these people, and immediately said: "There is an old craftsman not far away. I remember that the fourth primary school was built by him and his people.

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Wu Chunyang was overjoyed. He had come to the right place this time. If he foolishly went to the government department to find design drawings, it would be a waste of effort. This school was indeed built by the craftsmen themselves.

"Come with us quickly, we have coats in the car." Wu Chunyang was still very reasonable and did not let the director, who was wearing single clothes, get cold.

Under the leadership of the director, Wu Chunyang quickly found the old craftsman. As soon as the craftsman heard that it was related to the safety of the children, he drew a drawing without saying a word, and even more enthusiastically wanted to follow him.

Wu Chunyang didn't have time to sigh, so he led the old craftsmen to the meeting place. It was already three forty, and no one dared to ignore Zuo Zhong's military order, but he felt as if he had forgotten something.

The director stood on the street in the biting cold wind, watching the car lights disappear, his mouth wide open.

At this time, the large team of the Intelligence Department had arrived one mile outside the Fourth Elementary School. There was a small forest there, which could just block the surrounding observation. Everyone was waiting for Wu Chunyang's arrival.

Gu Qi and Gui Youguang looked at the unsmiling Zuo Zhong and were secretly worried. Wu Chunyang was usually very clever, but why was he so slow this time? If he failed to complete the task, the section chief would definitely take military action.

When the hour hand of the watch was about to jump to four o'clock, Wu Chunyang finally arrived. He introduced with sweat on his face: "Section Chief, this is the craftsman who built the school. He knows the details inside."

Zuo Zhong nodded slightly. Military law is merciless. If Wu Chunyang really loses time, even if he follows his old brother, he will not be merciful.

Turning around and looking at the old master, Zuo Zhong said with a smile: "I'm sorry to trouble you, master. You built the warehouse in the school, right? Do you remember the specific layout inside?"

The craftsman had already heard some information from Wu Chunyang on the way, and took out a piece of paper from his arms: "That warehouse was originally used to store desks and chairs. The school was bought and renovated.

I thought it was a little strange at the time, because not only were the doors and windows reinforced, but there was also an unnecessary sewer connecting directly to the nearby river, but they paid for it, so we just did it.

Half of the warehouse has not been modified, only the cement floor has been paved, and four rooms have been built in the remaining half, using blue bricks as partitions, with exits at the front and rear, and iron doors."

The old craftsman was talking and drawing on the drawings. Zuo Zhong and others roughly knew the layout inside, but that was in the past, and no one knew whether the Japanese had renovated it now.

Zuo Zhong looked at Gui Youguang: "Take people to reconnoiter and see if there are any changes inside. Be careful of the hidden whistle. Fortunately, it is the darkest time now, but you must be quick. It will be troublesome at dawn."

Gui Youguang nodded and took the two of them as they ran towards the elementary school. Relying on the cover of trees and rocks along the way, they quietly approached their target until they encountered a wall.

"Take a ladder. I'll go in and take a look. You guys wait outside and support me as soon as the gun fires." Gui Youguang said solemnly.

"Yes, Chief." The two agents whispered back.

The agents held each other's hands and put their palms on their knees. Gui Youguang stepped on their hands, stretched out his head and looked at the wall. On the drawing, this was the garden of a primary school, and no one usually came here.

Although it is winter now, there are still some evergreen trees growing vigorously, which are good hiding places for penetration. Gui Youguang slowed down his breathing and observed carefully, moving his nose from time to time.

If someone is on duty in such a cold night, there is a high probability that they will drink and smoke. Otherwise, long-term surveillance will be too difficult. After all, this is not a battlefield, and few people will be so stubborn.

After double-checking that there was no hidden whistle, he jumped over the wall. After landing, he rolled a few times to relieve his strength without making a single sound. Looking at the warehouse in the distance, Gui Youguang moved over with his waist down.

At the gathering place a mile away, Zuo Zhong was leaning against a tree, playing with a bunch of pine needles in his hand, surrounded by agents with nervous expressions on their faces.

Time passed slowly, and it was almost five o'clock. In this season, Jiaxing would get dawn at around six o'clock. Time was running out, and everyone present began to get anxious.

Gu Qi lost his temper and said, "Section Chief, do you want to send two more people to check on the situation?"

Zuo Zhong didn't answer him. He pulled out a pine needle, lowered his head and sighed: "Old Gu, it's so fast. Today is the 23rd year of the Republic of China."

Gu Qi was stunned. He was so busy these days that he really hadn't noticed it, but who in the intelligence work would care about this? He had to live his life.

Only Zuo Zhong knew that the war was getting closer and closer. The Secret Service seemed to have made great achievements this year. Doesn't this mean that the Japanese were taking more and more actions and getting bigger and bigger.

You can only be a thief for a thousand days, but there is no reason to prevent a thief for a thousand days. Now the secret agents are passively defending everywhere, but there will always be omissions. If you want to take advantage, you must move the battlefield.

I don’t know how the canning plan is being implemented. Everything there is top secret. Only Dai Chunfeng in the entire secret service knows the details. Zuo Zhong thinks he should go there after the Chinese New Year.

Putting the last pine root in his mouth, Zuo Zhong suddenly said: "Lao Gu, after the operation is over, we will have a dinner together. Let's have a fun time with the brothers from East China District. You can make the specific arrangements."

Gu Qi also smiled: "Okay, leave it to me. Everyone has done a good job these days and deserves to be rewarded."

Zuo Zhong was about to speak when he heard footsteps. He immediately hid behind a tree with vigilance. The other agents also raised their guns.

The footsteps got closer and closer, and then a voice came softly: "Section Chief, it's me.
Chapter completed!