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Chapter 1191 Broadcast Announcement

In the Filipino gathering area of ​​Honolulu, Zuo Zhong closed the door of the small shack where he lived temporarily, carried his luggage and said goodbye to the "friends" he had just met, with a rather reluctant expression.

People kept patting him on the shoulder or hugging him, and surrounded him out of the gathering area. After the two stood at the door and chatted for a few words, Zuo Zhong walked firmly towards the port.

Joshua looked at the back of "Jayomar" and shook his head. There were too many people like him who had stayed in the shanty town for a while and then left the shanty town to make a career. There were too many people in this place.

Each of these people has a dream, but in the end they will return here and continue to make a living with their sweat.

Their skin color has determined the outcome. What Americans need are cheap workers, not competitors. However, many people do not understand this truth.

Joshua silently prayed a few words for his friends, and then rushed to the truck at the US military base that came to recruit people. No matter who left and who stayed, life must go on.

the other side.

Zuo Zhong walked around the streets of Honolulu like an ignorant country bumpkin. The American police officers passing by didn't bother to check. There was no need for them to waste their time on a poor man.

After several hours of counter-tracking and constant probing, Zuo Zhong made sure that he was clean behind him, and walked into a small street filled with gyms, looking at both sides curiously.

When he saw the red sign in front of one of the Japanese gymnasiums, his eyes tightened suddenly, then he touched his shriveled wallet and left quietly amidst solicitations in various languages.

"The dead mailbox is invalid and the contact information is changed."

Thinking about the meaning of the red sign, Zuo Zhong did not hesitate and quickly left the area where the warning point was located. He changed his clothes and facial camouflage at the transfer point prepared in advance, completely erasing the presence of "Jeyomal" in Wa Traces of Hu Dao.

Retreat in intelligence operations does not need to be a big move or too complicated. Silence is the common situation.

In the afternoon, Saushige and Ozawagawa met again in the sugar trading company. The two came to the quiet room to exchange the information they had recently obtained.

"Nan Jiajun, three days ago the American intelligence agency began to conduct an inventory of Japanese residential areas. Many people were asked to provide their IDs and recent whereabouts. It won't take long to find you and me. There won't be any problems."

As soon as they sat down, Ozawa said a piece of bad news. The inventory meant that the Americans had realized that Japanese espionage activities in Hawaii were intensifying.

Zuo Zhong calmly waved his hand to tell the other party not to be nervous. When he saw the message from the early warning point, he guessed that the situation had changed, and this change was related to the Japanese Consulate in Hawaii.

Based on past experience, the Americans should have discovered the problem from the consulate’s telegram frequency.

ONI is not a fool. The number of messages from the Japanese embassy and consulates suddenly increased, and the connection with the mainland suddenly became closer. There are only two possibilities for this matter, either a war or an intelligence operation.

At the same time, the inventory also proved that the Americans had no conclusive evidence and did not even catch the Japanese intelligence officer who went to the dead mailbox to collect information. They could only use this stupid method to open a breakthrough.

Compared with the CIA and other descendants of later generations, the current ONI is still very immature and is no match for the intelligence agency of the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Zuo Shige told Ozawagawa his speculation, temporarily stabilizing the other party. After speaking, he took out a hand-drawn map, reported the investigation results during this period, and announced countermeasures.

"Now that the Americans are aware of it, they will use radio broadcasts to receive orders, and use backup dead mailboxes to deliver intelligence, temporarily cutting off two-way communication between us and the consulate.

I will send out the map tonight and wait for new instructions from Tokyo. Until the new instructions arrive, you and I will remain silent. Ozawa-kun, what do you think? "

Ozawakawa could not wait to raise his hands and feet to express his agreement. At this moment, he had already calmed down from the excitement of witnessing the humiliation of the people, and the only thing he thought about was his own safety.

Seeing that there was no objection, Zuo Zhong took back the map and silently perfected the details of the next action. Regardless of whether the threat from ONI was great or not, he must be vigilant.

That person said that when dealing with the enemy, we must despise it strategically and attach great importance to it tactically. There is no contradiction between the two.

A few hours later, Zuo Zhong, who had just returned, went out again to the backup mailbox. Along the way, he saw many ONI agents in plain clothes, and Japanese people were stopped and interrogated from time to time.

Some suspicious persons with nervous expressions and mysterious whereabouts were taken away directly and subjected to stricter scrutiny.

Zuo Zhong, on the other hand, held his head high, remained calm and showed no signs of guilt, and successfully arrived at the location of the spare dead mailbox - a remote crossroads.

After careful observation, he pretended to bend down to tie his shoes and stuffed the hand-drawn map and other information into a transom window on the side of the road, then turned around and started on his way back.

On the way, he didn't forget to buy a few bottles of sake, firstly to find a reason to go out, and secondly to make sure there were no followers.

"Ozawa-kun, look what I bought..."

Walking into the door of the trading company, Zuo Zhong only said half of what he said when he saw several white people standing in front of the counter. Behind the counter, Ozawa was as well-behaved as a quail.

The uninvited guests were none other than agents from ONI. The smell of the secret police could be smelled halfway around the world.

When these people heard the sound, they turned around and looked over together, with alertness and suspicion in their eyes.

One of them walked up to Zuo Zhong, looked him up and down several times, asked him to show his ID, and asked him a few questions, such as whether he had been out recently, etc.

Facing the U.S. agents close at hand, Zuo Zhong calmly took out his passport and explained that he did go out often, but only to contact business.

The ONI agents said nothing, registered the passport and took the person away. In fact, they also knew that such a large-scale interrogation would not lead to any results, and the deterrent was greater than the actual significance.

After sending the Americans away with a smile, Ozawa sat on the chair and breathed rapidly, his legs hidden behind the counter shaking slightly. Zuo Zhong said nothing when he saw this, and went back to his room directly. He did not comfort the other party like before. Some things must be experienced personally, otherwise he will never be able to adapt.

Time flies, and several days pass in the blink of an eye. 1941 is getting closer and closer, and the New Year atmosphere in Oahu is getting stronger and stronger.

Thanks to the rapid expansion of the Japanese, the cane sugar business is very easy to do. No matter how much goods there are, the Japanese navy can swallow them up in one gulp, and it is very satisfying to give money.

Sometimes Ozawa forgets that he is a spy and devotes himself wholeheartedly to business activities. Only when he listens to the Japanese radio every night does he think that he still has a mission.

That night, Zuo Shige and Ozawakawa sat around the radio, adjusted the band to a certain Japanese frequency, listened to the announcer's chattering voice, and waited calmly.

"The Japanese Empire..."

"The situation in East Asia..."

What was playing on the radio was still the Japanese cliché of promoting co-prosperity in Greater East Asia, without any new ideas. Ozawa couldn't help but yawn.

After listening to it for more than ten minutes, just when he was about to turn off the power, there was a sudden noise from the speaker, and then an emotionless digital broadcast sounded.

"The captain calls the sailors."

"The captain calls the sailors."

"1534, 3546..."

The call and announcement continued three times respectively. Zuo Zhong took out a pen and paper to quickly record, while Ozawa immediately went to the window to monitor the outside. Behind this string of numbers was Tokyo's latest order.

At the end of the third broadcast, the broadcast stopped abruptly. Zuo Zhong disturbed the band knob, stood up and pretended to come from the hiding place, but in fact he took out the code book from the space to decipher the secret message.

After comparing the number of pages, lines, and words in the codebook, a complex secondary conversion was performed, and the message was translated, but the content made both of them frown.

"The map has been transported from Owa Island to Tokyo to find out the location of the residence of the senior commander of the Pacific Fleet as soon as possible and determine the data of the Hongshan oil depot bunker."

Ozawagawa's face was ashen. Did Tokyo regard them as wishing stones? The official residence of the American military officer was okay, but how to investigate the oil depot data?

The defense of the strategic fuel reserve warehouse must be very tight, and it is impossible for ordinary people to approach it, let alone enter it.

Zuo Zhong also wanted to curse. The Japanese had the meteorological and hydrological data and maps of Pearl Harbor and were still not satisfied after having clarified hundreds of questions. They really didn’t treat the intelligence officers as human beings. They didn’t even say a word of apology. It was really There is no reason for this.

After a long time, he burned the message to ashes, put away the code book, and watched Ozawa take the lead in breaking the silence.

"Obtaining the location of the official residence is simple and can be done through tracking. Americans are very vigilant, so you are responsible for this matter.

But how to determine the target's name, rank, military rank, and position is a problem. Mr. Ozawa, tell me what you think. "

Zuo Zhong didn't come to Hawaii to be a wet nurse. He couldn't do all the work. The other party had to do his part.

Ozawa also understood that one of the two tasks was difficult and the other was easy. Nanjia had already given him the easy part, so he couldn't make no contribution at all.

While deep in thought, Ozawa thought of something, raised his head and said two words.

"Mail!"

"Mail?"

"Correct!"

Ozawakawa answered in the affirmative to Zuo Zhong's rhetorical question and then explained.

“To make it easier for postmen to deliver mail, Americans are accustomed to installing mailboxes in front of their homes, with the homeowner’s name written on them.

After getting the most critical names, the rest of the work is not difficult. You can get other information from American sailors in bars and gyms.

This is a long-term job, Nan Jiajun, please rest assured that I will definitely collect as much intelligence as possible on the US military commanders. "

How can I put this method in words? It is safe but very inefficient. It is very suitable for agents like Ozawa who have become a monk halfway.

Zuo Zhong nodded with satisfaction and gave the other party a few words, providing some suggestions from a professional perspective, as well as points that need to be paid attention to when tracking.

During the conversation, he clearly warned Ozawa that if there was a risk of exposure, he would rather give up the mission than be discovered, or he would find another opportunity in the future.

Ozawa Chuanhai sighed and made preparations carefully. Although he looked back happily, he was not sure whether he could complete the task.

Zuo Zhong ignored the other party and sat there and began to think about how to obtain the construction data of the Hongshan Oil Depot. This task was very difficult and he had to think of a foolproof strategy.