Wan Delong picked up the radio directly, rubbing and checking carefully as if he saw a beautiful woman.
In fact, he is a firearm shooting coach, good at acting, and does not understand this thing very much. He is just because he found the Japanese radio station and was extremely happy.
"The most commonly used small-power radio station in Ritz, manufactured in Showa ten years." Cheng Qianfan also leaned over to look at the nameplate and said.
Special training classes offer telecommunications courses, which are electives and do not force students to study. Because the courses are intensive, few students have the time and energy to study telecommunications courses.
The Secret Service has specialized text message talents, so it does not require agents to master this.
Moreover, telecommunications courses are high-end courses and require talent. Not everyone has the ability to learn it.
Cheng Qianfan is an exception. He is very passionate about telecommunications courses. His foreign language classes and firearms passed the assessment in advance, so he had extra time to learn telecommunications courses.
"A good thing, it should be the most advanced radio station in Japan. It has a high safety factor, stable power, small size, and easy to carry." Cheng Qianfan was very interested in this radio station.
"See if there is a password book." Wan Delong quickly reminded.
The radio station was seized, which was not enough.
The password book is the most important thing.
The Secret Service has always attached importance to password deciphering.
Just two months ago, Yao Dunwen, the head of the Telecommunications Translation Section of the Secret Service, deciphered a secret telegram from the Red Party in Xi'an, which was a military issue.
Dai Chunfeng was overjoyed and reported to Chang Kaishen. He was really "praised" and Yao Dunwen was also given a "reward" for the 500-yuan fiat currency.
The Telecommunications Department of the Secret Service has been seeking to decipher the telegrams of Japan, but it has not made any progress.
The reason is very direct, and the Secret Service rarely obtains the codebook of the Japanese special.
The Translation and Telecommunication Department lacks reference research objects for the Japanese cryptographic rules.
Therefore, Dai Chunfeng emphasized at the high-level meeting of the Secret Service that he required his subordinates to obtain the Japanese password book as much as possible during the action.
Once you have obtained the enemy's password book, you should be rewarded!
It can be said that if the Japanese password book could be seized this time, the credit would be even greater than the Japanese hidden team that had captured several Japanese agents.
"There is no password book." Cheng Qianfan shook his head. There was only a radio station in the radio box, and there was no password book.
"Continue to search! Be sure to find the password book." Wan Delong ordered in a deep voice.
There is a radio station, and there must be a password book, but it hasn't been found yet.
Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you must find the password book.
...
Turning around, Cheng Qianfan stared at the storage cabinet and pondered.
The tea cans on the cabinet were broken and the fragments were cleaned.
He stared at the cabinets in the third row.
Because tea cans are placed for a long time, clearer marks can be seen on the countertop.
These marks are very dense.
This shows that the third row of storage cabinets contains the most tea jars and should be dense.
He imagined in his mind that he had put so many tea jars, and at first glance, he completely blocked his vision and could not see the cabinet partition behind the tea jars.
Why do we need so many tea pots in this row?
The third row is relatively high, and it is actually not convenient to pick it up.
Something weird.
Cheng Qianfan glanced at the two stools placed in the corner.
He pulled over the slightly shorter stool, placed it behind the counter, and sat on it.
With his height, he could barely surpass the counter.
This is not right.
"Liu Tao" is a head shorter than him. If this person sits on this slightly shorter stool, he can only reveal his body half, which is very awkward.
"Come here." Cheng Qianfan called an agent over, whose height was similar to that of "Liu Tao".
He asked the agent to sit on two stools respectively.
The slightly taller stool is just right.
A short stool is not suitable for visible eyes.
Cheng Qianfan strode out of the counter, came to the private room where he watched Ayrite, and glanced at it.
None of these heights matched the short stool.
"Sure enough!" Cheng Qianfan was overjoyed, and he had a vague guess in his heart.
Turning back to the counter, he signaled the agent who was about the same height as "Liu Tao" on the stool, which was exactly the same height as the third row of storage cabinets.
...
Cheng Qianfan signaled the agent to come down, and he stepped on the stool by himself and groped carefully on the back of the cabinet with both hands.
A thin rope.
The color of the rope is exactly the same as that of the table board. The light here is dim. If you don’t look carefully, you won’t notice the thin rope stuck to the back board.
Cheng Qianfan twisted the rope and pulled it slowly.
A piece of wood on the back board began to loosen.
Cheng Qianfan was overjoyed. With a little force, the wooden board was pulled down. Closely against the wooden board inside, a book with half the thickness of the fingernail.
"Finished!" Wan Delong, who had been staring at this side, was overjoyed, "Take it out quickly."
"Wait a minute." Cheng Qianfan's performance suddenly became serious, "Flashlight."
An agent handed over a flashlight.
Cheng Qianfan took the flashlight and took a photo, his face changed slightly. He handed the flashlight to the agent, "Show it for me."
The corners of the books are sewn with needles and threads, and it seems that because the books are about to spread, they are sewn with needles and threads.
However, there was a thread that was obviously too long, and about twenty centimeters were dragged there.
And the middle of the thread should have been disconnected, so it was tied with a snap button.
Cheng Qianfan carefully unbuttoned the buckle, then took the book down and handed it to Wan Delong.
Wan Delong turned around this book, looking excited, "It should be a codebook."
At this time, he felt very happy and did not hurt one soldier and one soldier to take down the Japanese lurking team, seize the radio station, and now he has obtained a codebook. This operation is simply perfect.
After being excited, he was also scared, "Cheng Wufang, thanks to your alertness, he did a good job."
As the leader of the Xiongzhenlou operation team, Wan Delong has experienced many battles. At this time, he naturally understood the reason why "Cheng Wufang" was careful just now.
"Battle, these little Japanese are so cunning."
Cheng Qianfan got off the stool, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he nodded when he heard this, "The team leader clarified and thought that if it was not bad, the string of the grenade should be connected to the back of the thread, which almost touched their way."
"Go and take out the thing behind the thread," Wanderlon ordered, "Be careful, it may be a grenade."
...
A named agent got on a stool and used a dagger to cut the wooden board with great care.
He glanced back and saw that everyone, including the team leader, were hiding far away, and he secretly complained in his heart.
It took seven or eight minutes before the agent carefully took off the wooden board. Sure enough, there was a grenade behind the wooden board, and the string of the grenade was connected to a thread. The thread was previously tied to the thread in the codebook.
Wan Delong, He Huan, Cheng Qianfan and others all breathed a sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, Jite sets traps here to destroy the password book." Cheng Qianfan's face was gloomy and suddenly said, "If this had been done in the radio box just now..."

Chapter completed!