About half an hour later, Peng and Ou appeared at a noodle shop outside the campus.
Zhou Hongsu was eating noodles very slowly, and he was extremely anxious.
Seeing Peng Yuou coming, his heavy heart finally eased a little.
"Boss, have a bowl of noodles and add more spicy pepper." Peng Yuou glanced at the almost full crowd and walked to Zhou Hongsu's table, "Who are you? Boss Zhou, hello, hello, next to you.
anyone there?"
"No one, please sit down, please sit down, Professor Peng is here to eat noodles too." Zhou Hongsu said as he picked up a pile of old books occupying the seat. These were old books he recycled from students.
"Professor Peng, you want the noodles."
"Thanks."
Peng Yuou took a bite of noodles and seemed to choke on the spicy food, coughing repeatedly. At this time, Zhou Hongsu secretly handed him a note.
Peng and Ou opened it and took a look: Bookstore meeting, No. 4.
I mean to meet at Zhou Hongsu's bookstore later. There will be an urgent intelligence report on the 4th.
Peng Yuou's expression changed slightly. No. 4 was a senior agent lurking as a wealthy businessman. The most important thing was that he had just obtained a legal license for a commercial radio station and had a legal commercial radio station.
If No. 4 takes the initiative to ask for a meeting, there must be something big going on.
Zhou Hongsu stood up, said hello to Peng Yuou, picked up the old books and left.
Peng and Ou calmly crumpled the note into a ball, put it into a bowl, mixed it with the noodles, and ate it in one big gulp.
…
Two hours later, Peng and Ou arrived at the bookstore at the intersection of Albert Road and Xiafei Road.
Zhou Hongsu was cleaning the dust on the bookcase with a feather duster.
"Boss Zhou, has the preface of Mr. Zhan Xing's home port that I asked for last time arrived?" Peng Yuou stepped in and asked.
"It's Professor Peng, ah, blame me, blame me, the book hasn't arrived yet, I forgot to tell you this morning." Zhou Hongsu apologized repeatedly.
Peng and Ou couldn't hide their disappointment.
"Mr. Zhan Xing's book hasn't arrived, but I just found a copy of Mr. Duhe's ancient prose in his early years. Is Professor Peng interested?"
Peng and Ou were overjoyed and followed Zhou Hongsu into the private room in the backyard of the bookstore to read.
A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses was already waiting.
"Lao Peng."
"Thank you." The two held their hands tightly.
No. 4 took out a piece of letter paper and said, "Secret message from the Manchuria Provincial Committee."
Zhou Hongsu brought a book, which is a code book.
Soon, No. 4 translated the message on a piece of white paper. At the same time, his expression was stunned.
Zhou Hongsu picked up the paper, glanced at it, his expression changed, and handed the paper to Peng Yuou.
Enter the current few lines:
"Comrades Feng Jiazhang and Li Dingyun were betrayed by traitors on the third day of February and were arrested by the Harbin Police Department of the Puppet Manchukuo. They failed to rescue them many times. Recently it was learned that they were tortured and unyielding and were killed by the Japanese invaders Manchu Tiete High-Tech."
When Peng Yuou saw the above content, he immediately felt a sharp pain in his heart. He covered his heart and felt that he could not breathe. Huge sadness swept over him.
Comrades Feng Jiazhang and Li Dingyun were young comrades sent by the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee to support the Anti-Japanese War in Northeast China.
Not long after these two comrades arrived in Northeast China, they died heroically!
The request document for these two comrades to go to the front line of the Northeast Anti-Japanese War was personally signed and approved by Peng Yuou, a senior official of the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee.
Zhou Hongsu and No. 4 wanted to comfort Peng Yuou, but they didn't know how to say it:
Peng Yuou and Feng Jiazhang have a father-son relationship.
"Lao Peng, intelligence from the Manchuria Provincial Party Committee shows that they have identified the traitor who betrayed the two comrades as Wen Changjian."
"This person was once a traffic officer of the Hangzhou Municipal Party Committee and is a great threat to the organization."
"This person has boarded the Hinomaru Ferry and will arrive in Hangzhou soon. The Manchuria Provincial Committee reminds us and the Hangzhou authorities to be careful about this person."
Shameful traitor!
…
Almost at the same time.
Shiliupu Pier.
Song Fuguo was seeing Xiao Tao off.
"Have a safe trip." Song Fuguo patted Xiao Tao on the shoulder.
"Uncle, I leave Wanyi and Yaya to you."
Wanyi is his wife and Yaya is his daughter.
"Don't worry." Song Fuguo was a little silent and didn't say much. He patted Xiao Tao on the shoulder.
"We're boarding the ship, hurry up and check in to get on the ship." Someone shouted with a tin trumpet.
Xiao Tao took two steps, suddenly turned around, and bowed deeply to his uncle Song Fuguo, "Uncle, tell Yaya that his father is an upright Chinese!" he shouted.
Watching his nephew turn around, stride forward, and disappear into the swarming crowd.
After all, Song Fuguo couldn't hold it back. He rubbed his cheeks vigorously with both hands, tears flowing down his fingers.
The Qingdao District of the Secret Service failed in its attempt to assassinate the traitor Wei Yuanfeng. Some members of the Secret Service were arrested and rebelled, and the entire Qingdao District was almost uprooted.
The director of the Secret Service, Dai Chunfeng, was furious. A few days ago, he ordered the Shanghai District of the Secret Service to send capable personnel to Qingdao to provide support and eliminate the traitors.
Tao Weiran recommended himself, but Song Fuguo did not stop him.
…
Shanghai train station.
Cheng Qianfan was carrying his suitcase and saying goodbye to Li Hao.
He refused to let Li Hao come to see him off, but the latter came anyway.
"While I'm away in Shanghai, if anything happens at the nursing home, you can help keep an eye on it."
"If something cannot be resolved, why don't you go to the patrol room to find Guan Guan? Just say that I asked you to go there and he knows your name." Cheng Qianfan said.
Li Hao does things for him. This is no secret in the patrol room. Every patrolman has some similar helpers under him. In the eyes of He Guan and others, Li Hao also has such a helper status.
"Okay, Brother Fan."
"Remember, during this period, don't worry about anything, don't pay attention to anything, and just go to work honestly."
"Yes, Brother Fan."
"Officer Cheng, it's time for us to leave." A bald middle-aged French man waved and shouted from the side. There were several muscular men beside him who were his bodyguards.
"Go and take care of the house." Cheng Qianfan patted Li Hao on the shoulder and reminded, "Don't forget to feed the cat for me."
Cheng Qianfan and his party took the first-class train. Under the attentive guidance of the conductor, they quickly completed the boarding procedures.
Wuwuwu——
The train whistle sounded deafening, and a thick plume of black smoke shot straight into the sky.
Cheng Qianfan stood in front of the car window and looked at the scenery outside the window. The crowds of people slowly disappeared.
There was both vigilance and fear of the unknown in his heart, as well as a hint of expectation and excitement.
Hangzhou, the special training class of the National Secret Service can be described as a training camp for national agents.
For a red agent, this is a place that almost only exists in rumors.
What will be waiting for you?
…
No. 30, Xiongzhen Building, Hangzhou.
This is a row of blue brick buildings, which is the dormitory for the special police training class of Zhejiang Police Academy.
The special police training class was secretly established and attached to the Office of the Central Political Training Commissioner of Zhejiang Police School. Dai Chunfeng is the director and deputy director Yu Ping'an.
At the very back is a small single-family building.
At this moment, the small building was heavily guarded.
The surrounding area has been tightly cordoned off by Secret Service agents and police.
Under the protection of many agents, Yu Pingan hurriedly entered the small building.
"Deputy Director Yu!"
There were many people waiting in the room. When they saw Yu Ping'an coming in, they stood up and saluted.
"What happened?" An adjutant came over to take over the military coat, and someone handed him a hot towel. Yu Ping'an picked up the towel and rubbed his face vigorously. The hot breath made him feel much better.
"Deputy Director Yu, Hong Kong Secret Telegraph, Director Chunfeng was arrested and detained by the Hong Kong Police Force."