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Two days later, in the evening.

Kwong Fuan changed his clothes and re-disguised his face, and appeared in a goods store on Connaught Road, Central. The signboard above the store door read the words "Link Store".

(do you know what company this is)

The boss in the store saw him immediately stood up, put down the book in his hand, walked outside the counter and asked politely.

"Sir, what do you need?"

"I want 2000 catties of rice, 100 boxes of matches, and 500 catties of foreign nails. I will sail the day after tomorrow."

Kuang Fu'an on the opposite side replied slowly, scanned the display of the shop, and finally fell on an old photo of Shanghai street scene on the wall.

"There is no boat the day after tomorrow, can we do it tomorrow? Please go upstairs and chat."

The boss smiled, raised his finger and pointed to the stairs in the corner, then winked at the boy, and walked up the stairs first, followed by Kuang Fuan.

When he came to the second floor, the boss went to the window and looked at the road outside. After confirming that there was nothing suspicious, he closed the wooden shutters, turned his head and stretched out his hand and said excitedly.

"Chief, long time no see."

"Long time no see, Lao Yang, has it been seven or eight years since the last time?"

Kuang Fu'an held the opponent's hand, shook it vigorously a few times, and looked at the old comrade-in-arms whom he had not seen for many years, feeling equally excited.

The store owner named Lao Yang nodded vigorously when he heard this, "Yes, it's been eight years, but I never thought that the person sent by the organization would be you. Come on, sit down."

As he spoke, he pulled Kuang Fuan to sit down, and the two smiled at each other, as if they had returned to the days when they fought side by side in Guangdong Province and Shanghai a few years ago.

At that time, as members of Teco, they traveled between the southeast coast and the port city, transporting supplies, delivering information, and escorting important personnel to the southwest, forging a deep friendship.

Eight years have passed in a blink of an eye, and it is natural to be happy to meet again in Hong Kong City. After all, their work is full of dangers. Every reunion may be a farewell. It is really rare to see old friends.

After recovering his mood for a while, Lao Yang chatted with Kuang Fu'an for a while, then put his arm on the table, and began to ask about the completion of the other party's task.

"Chief, have you found evidence of Yan Baichuan's peace talks? My hometown attaches great importance to this matter. Once the Japanese army and the Jin army merge, it will be very disadvantageous to us."

"found it."

Kuang Fu'an nodded, and made a detailed report on the past few days, and made a report after the operation was over. This is the discipline of underground work.

Even if he and the other party are old acquaintances, there is no exception, because the content of their conversation will be written and reported to Northwest to help the superiors make a judgment on the situation, and there should be no carelessness.

Lao Yang nodded while listening, and when he heard that the Guodang agent gave him a Thomson submachine gun worth a few small yellow croakers, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he interrupted Kuang Fuan's report.

"Wait a minute, chief, you said that the Guodang spies not only did not play tricks, but also gave you such an expensive weapon. This is not like the style of those gang spies, you have to be careful."

As an old underground party who experienced the disaster in the 16th year of the Republic of China, Lao Yang's views on the Guo Party can be imagined. His first reaction when he heard about this incident was to be skeptical.

This is not unfounded worry, this is a lesson learned with the blood and lives of countless comrades. Once they relax their vigilance, they are likely to pay an extremely painful price.

Facing the warning, Kuang Fu'an carefully recalled the contact process with the Guodang spies, and made sure that he had not exposed any flaws, so he continued.

"Yes, I was also very surprised at the time, and the other party is definitely an intelligence expert of the Guodang intelligence system, with sharp thinking and tough methods, I suspect..."

Having said that, he frowned and didn't finish his sentence, as if he was a little uncertain.

"Doubt what?"

Lao Yang asked curiously, the chief has never been an indecisive person, why is he hesitating in his speech today, not at all as decisive as in the past.

What happened to the intelligence experts of the Guodang intelligence system? It couldn't be Dai Chunfeng who came to Hong Kong in person, but Kuang Fu'an's next sentence made him stand up.

"I suspect that the other party is Zuo Zhong, the deputy director of the Military Control Bureau. I heard that the other party is from the front line. He has led teams to carry out missions behind enemy lines and overseas, so it is not surprising to appear in Hong Kong City."

Kuang Fu'an softly stated his guess, and the underground party's investigation report on Zuo Zhong quickly flashed through his mind, and his tone became more and more affirmative.

In the Guodang intelligence system, if there are any people worthy of vigilance, Dai Chunfeng is one, Xu Enzeng is one, and this person is another.

Dai Chunfeng is old and cunning, Xu Enzeng is scheming, and Zuo Zhong is both. At the same time, according to the words of the old head of Teke, he has a big picture.

This is very consistent with the performance of the secret agent of the fruit party. Whether it is the disposal of Li Fengzhou and Judd Town, or the action plan, it fully illustrates this point.

Left heavy, left heavy...

On the other side, Lao Yang silently repeated this not-unfamiliar name several times in his mind. There were many rumors about Zuo Zhong, a fellow of a certain person, a student in the special class and higher education class of the Army Military Academy, and the deputy chief of the major general.

Since the 22nd year of the Republic of China, he has been in charge of the anti-espionage work of the Secret Service, captured and killed many Japanese spies, and is deeply trusted by someone and Dai Chunfeng.

Considering the serious consequences of Yan Baichuan's attempt to surrender to the enemy, it is indeed reasonable for the government to send this trump card agent to Hong Kong City.

Thinking of this person's glorious achievements in the past, Lao Yang sighed. It is a good thing to have such a helper against the Japanese now, but what if he becomes an opponent in the future.

In the case of joint operations, the two parties will more or less meet each other. If the two parties fight again, what awaits them will be a more ferocious attack than when they were on 4┴12.

Having such a "friend" is really not a happy thing. He seriously expressed his worries to Kuang Fu'an, but then reported a piece of good news.

"But you don't have to worry too much. It's not that we are unprepared. The superiors have long foreseen this situation and redeployed the underground organizations in the Kuomintang-controlled area.

The Northwest decided to use open organizations such as offices and Xinhua News as the first line, the former underground party organizations in various provinces and cities as the second line, and then establish a top-secret third line organization.

In case of a sudden change in the situation, the front line is forced to retreat, and the second line is paralyzed by blows, the third line can still take root in the Kuomintang-controlled area and persist in fighting, providing intelligence to the front line and organizations. "

If Zuo Zhong was here, he would definitely sigh. Compared with the slowness of the upper echelons of the government to the changes in the situation, the Northwest's response was very quick and the response was very timely.

One side is tight in the front and tight in the rear, and the other side is concentric. Winning or losing is actually predetermined.

Besides, after Lao Yang introduced the changes in the organizational structure, he paused for a moment to give Kuang Fu'an enough time to think, and then spoke again after a while.

"Your group and my "connection line" belong to the third-line organization. In the future, they will be directly under the command of the old chief and will adopt a single-line connection and will not have horizontal relations with local organizations and personnel.

Do not associate with leftist figures, even in front of your family and even your wife, you must not reveal your identity. Use your legitimate occupation and identity to make friends, especially the high-level Guo party and Japanese puppet leaders.

We have to hide our gray face for a long time, and be a good "capitalist" and "dog leg" when it comes to business, but at the same time, we must not get along with the same people, and we must not get dirty when we get out of the mud.

When you return to Shanghai this time, except for work and urgent tasks, you should try to minimize going out in the near future, one is to avoid being recognized by the Guo party, and the other is to lie dormant for a period of time to avoid being suspected.

After all, the commotion you made a few days ago was too great. So many police officers died, and you still openly ambushed on the highway. Even European newspapers reported on this matter. "

Lao Yang conveyed the latest order from the northwest, with a helpless expression on his face, why didn't he see the courage of the "chief" before.

The underground party is not afraid of the British, but the "Northwest Office" in Hong Kong City, which is responsible for raising funds and supplies, is under the nose of the other party. Once this matter is exposed, the comrades in the office will be in big trouble.

Kuang Fuan naturally obeyed the order and immediately decided to return to Shanghai as soon as possible. When he walked downstairs, he stopped suddenly and touched the old photos on the wall.

This photo was taken when he, Lao Yang and another old comrade-in-arms were in Shanghai Teke. After so many years, it is not known whether the other party is still alive.

But at this moment, the mission was on his shoulders, and he could not tolerate too much love for his children, so he slowly let go, turned around and left without looking back.

Looking at the back that was getting farther and farther away, Lao Yang opened his mouth and wanted to tell Kuang Fu'an that the old comrade-in-arms was all right, even just came here a few hours ago, but in the end he didn't say anything.

at the same time.

In Kai Tak Airport, which is across the sea from the Central Ring Road, Zuo Zhong and Gui Youguang completed the ticket check and entered the terminal smoothly. After observing the surrounding situation for a while, they went into the toilet.

When they came out again, they had an extra suitcase in their hands, and then they came to the simple boarding gate with calm expressions, waiting for the flight to the mountain city.

Due to the Japanese blockade, if you want to fly from the port city to the mountain city, you need to go around Southeast Asia or Guilin. The air flight distance is about 1200 kilometers and the flight time is about 7 hours.

At the same time, the plane had to take off in the early hours of the morning. The purpose was to fly over the devil's air defense line in the dark to avoid being attacked by Japanese planes. Due to the high risk and high fare, there were not many passengers.

So in front of the boarding gate, there were only Zuo Zhong and another Chinese who looked like a businessman. Seeing them, the other party enthusiastically handed over his business card, claiming that his surname was Lu, and he was the boss of "Guang Da Xing" in Shanghai.

Zuo Chong somehow felt that this name sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, after a long time of thinking to no avail, he took this matter to heart, exchanged a few words with the businessman surnamed Lu, and then leaned on the seat and closed his eyes.

The businessman surnamed Lu didn't care when he saw this, he lit a cigar with a smile, and looked at the tarmac with his legs crossed, acting like a standard businessman.

It was getting darker and darker. I don't know how long it took before the staff shouted to board the plane. In addition to the later passengers, Zuo Zhong and other ten people boarded a Douglas DC-2 airliner.

With a deafening engine roar, the plane rushed into the night sky in the hazy moonlight, and flew southwest across the Hong Kong-Kowloon Peninsula.

Passengers stretched their heads to look down at Hong Kong Island through the portholes, and saw the lights on both sides of the river dotted with stars, separated by a layer of water mist, the scenery was dreamlike.

Zuo Zhong also pretended to be curious and took a look, then continued to close his eyes and meditate. These days, from Anqing to Shanghai and then to Hong Kong City, one task after another, it is inevitable that he will be a little tired under the huge pressure.

The Douglas DC-2 under him stopped at Guilin Airport for 3 minutes after flying for 50 hours, and then flew for more than 3 hours before arriving at Shancheng Airport in the morning.

When the red sun was rising, the plane landed safely on the runway and slowly taxied to the apron. Zuo Zhong carried the suitcase and walked down the gangway, waving to Wu Chunyang and others who picked him up.

Knowing that the deputy director was coming back, everyone in the old intelligence department rejoiced. Although everything went well during this time, without the deputy director in charge, they always felt a little uneasy.

So early in the morning, a group of directors, deputy directors, colonels, and lieutenant colonels came to the airport to greet them. When they saw the left weight on the gangway, they all walked over quickly.

At this moment, several cars with the license plate of the party headquarters suddenly drove up at high speed and stopped in front of the plane with a screeching sound, and then an old friend of Zuo Zhong got off one of the cars.

The other party tightened their belts, walked up to Zuo Chong in groups of five and sternly shouted: "Zuo, you colluded with dissidents, come with me!"