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Chapter 1253 "Kappa"

At the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters, Zuo Zhong got out of the car and pointed at Wang Fangpu, who was wearing a hood and handcuffs and shackles, and ordered Gui Youguang: "Youguang, take him to the interrogation room and interrogate him a few more times to see if his confession is consistent. By the way, give the newcomer a lesson."

Gui Youguang nodded and dragged Wang Fangpu away with a grim smile. The emergency interrogation just now was just an appetizer. The real main course had not yet been served. To interrogate such a traitor, they would have to use the electric chair or the tiger bench.

Gu Qi was worried, so he followed Gui Youguang. As for Wu Chunyang, Wu Jingzhong and Song Minghao, they didn't follow them back to Luojia Bay.

The Second Division will continue to stay at the Central University to conduct investigations and searches on Wang Fangpu. His belongings and social relationships need to be verified one by one. The First Division will go to various Bank of Communications to stake out.

On the other side, before Zuo Zhong had even sat down in his office, He Yijun came over with a telegram: "Deputy Commander, this is a secret message from Daxiong."

Zuo Chong took the telegram suspiciously, but saw a long paragraph written on it. Hase Ryosuke really didn't regard the devil's money as money. Japan had to pay a lot of patent fees to Marconi Company every year.

In fact, if the military of various countries had not allowed it, Marconi would have been eager to install metering machines on all radio stations.

Looking at the content of the secret message, it turned out that Hase was reprimanded by Tokyo. The reason for the reprimand was that Hase's agency consumed too much energy but obtained very limited intelligence.

There was no other way. The land prices in South America were getting more and more expensive, and the prices in Shanghai were not cheap. Hase Ryosuke, who had just gotten engaged, was short of money and could only think of ways to raise funds.

This is nothing. All national intelligence systems have the habit of wasting funds. The British, the Red Russians, the Americans, and even the Military Control Commission are like this. After all, if no one else takes it, how can you ask the superiors to take it?

However, it just so happened that the head of the Special Committee for China, Osako Michimasa, had recently obtained a number of important intelligence with only a small amount of funding. In comparison, Hase Ryosuke was in trouble and was severely scolded by the cabinet.

Hase could not swallow this humiliation, so in the telegram he asked Zuo Zhong to clean up the intelligence forces under Osako, and also provided a clue that these Japanese spies came from the newly formed Cabinet Intelligence Bureau.

The predecessor of this agency was the Cabinet Intelligence Department, which was upgraded last year. The identities of its members are highly confidential and they only take orders from the Prime Minister and certain acting officials who have been temporarily authorized.

According to the information obtained by Hase, the Cabinet Intelligence Bureau had investigation teams in both the Japanese-occupied areas and the Kuomintang-controlled areas, equipped with a variety of weapons including submachine guns, rifles, silenced pistols, bombs, poison, etc.

"Osako Michimasa Cabinet Intelligence Bureau."

Zuo Zhong put down the telegram and muttered a few words in a low voice, with a strange expression on his face. It turned out that no matter in which era, the King of Volumes was not welcomed.

  Suddenly, he had an idea. Could the investigation team of the Cabinet Intelligence Bureau be related to Yuan Chuyu's case?

The Military Intelligence Bureau had dealt with Osako Michimasa several times. The other party was an old man in the Japanese intelligence system. He was insidious and cunning, and at the same time very stingy, and extremely mean to his subordinates.

It just so happens that the suspect in this case lacks funds. It is hard to determine whether there is a causal relationship between the two, but it is worth a try. If it succeeds, it would be great, but if it fails, it won’t have much of an impact.

After thinking about it, Zuo Zhong took out a pen and wrote a telegram to He Yijun, asking her to send it to Tokyo, saying that it was time to activate the Viscount.

Early the next morning, people were coming and going in front of the Ministry of Finance in Tokyo.

In the bustling crowd, Lin Fuyilang walked while gesturing to the staff with a smile, his steps were vigorous and there was an indescribable sense of high spirits in his every move.

Not long after he married into the Suzuki family, he was promoted to the position of Vice-Minister of the Secretariat, a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Finance, because of his "effective work". He held great power before he was thirty, so it was impossible for him not to be full of energy and vigor.

"Mr. Lin, good morning."

"Deputy Minister, please go first."

When the staff saw Lin Fuyilang, they immediately made way and bent down to greet him, saying nice compliments with smiles on their faces.

Everyone understood that the other party came from a prominent family. Not only was he the youngest vice minister of the Ministry of Finance, but he was also the son-in-law of the Suzuki family. He would definitely be an important figure in the imperial political arena in the future, so they naturally did not dare to neglect him.

Lin Fuyilang greeted everyone kindly, walked quickly to the office, picked up the phone on the table and said a few words to the secretary.

Half an hour later, a top-secret document issued in the name of the Minister of Finance was sent to various intelligence agencies stationed in the Republic of China, including the Shanghai Special Committee on China.

Sogo Hall.

Osako Michimasa stroked the telegram and said proudly, "Yoshi, the Minister of Finance is very satisfied with our work and has even commended us. I really want to see the expression on Hase's face now.

His Hase Agency has spent so much money, but has gained so little. Perhaps it won’t be long before the Hase Agency will be disbanded, and he will be recalled to his homeland.”

The young spy who came to deliver the letter was startled and hurried to the door to look around. After making sure that no one was eavesdropping, he closed the door and returned to Osako, reminding him in a low voice.

"Sir, you shouldn't have mentioned the funding issue to Tokyo. Doing so would offend many people. Too many people in Peking, Guangzhou, Shanghai, and even Tokyo would be unhappy about it."

Osako Michimasa didn't care and waved his hand: "I can't let those insects embezzle precious funds. Can't we work for His Majesty the Locust without money? It's ridiculous!" The little spy wanted to walk away to avoid being implicated by this stupid boss, but considering that he and the other party were in the same boat, he had to persuade him patiently.

"I understand your intention, but the Empire has its own national conditions. Since the Meiji Restoration, the use of funds by intelligence agencies has been less than transparent. The cabinet ministers and His Majesty Tianhuang are well aware of this.

It’s just that the cost of secret intelligence activities is difficult to verify, and given the high risk of intelligence personnel, the cabinet has let it go. You must do something, otherwise disaster is not far away.”

Osako Michimasa couldn't hear these words at all at this time. He was already overwhelmed by the praise and made a new decision directly.

"Use secret channels to inform the Kappa team that this month's funding will be temporarily suspended. Please be patient for the sake of the empire and His Majesty the Heavenly Locust."

"Nani?"

"kindness?"

  "Hay."
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In the following days, news of the gunfight at Central University spread throughout the mountain city, and the news that a student had died in the gunfight also spread, causing a lot of discussion among the people.

That afternoon, a tea drinker in a teahouse was discussing this matter with his companions. During the conversation, he inadvertently mentioned "Wang Fangpu". Another middle-aged tea drinker not far away paused, put on his hat, and stood up to leave.

The man wandered around the city until night fell and finally returned to a house in the suburbs. As soon as he entered the door, Zhao Dayang asked the other party anxiously.

"How's the situation outside?"

"Wang Fangpu was shot dead, stupid Republic of China man."

The middle-aged tea drinker slowly unbuttoned his coat as he spoke, his expression appearing to be in great pain. By the time he took off his coat, the gauze on the upper part of his left arm was already soaked with blood.

Zhao Dayang found gauze, scissors and powder, and treated the wound skillfully. At the same time, he said with a little worry: "Yuan Chuyu's body has been found, and Wang Fangpu has also been exposed. We must evacuate as soon as possible."

"Shut up! Our mission has not been completed yet. How can we give up so easily? Do you want to betray His Majesty Tianhuang?" The middle-aged tea drinker was anxious. After he finished speaking, he took out a pen and handed it to Zhao Dayang.

"The latest order from Lord Osako. Let's see what it says. Maybe there is a new mission."

Zhao Dayang didn't dare to say anything more. He tightened the bandage, picked up the pen, unscrewed the pen cap and took out the note from it. He translated the content by comparing it with the code book, and then they put their heads together and looked down.

"Stop funding? Baka! Osako$_&#_-##&-"

The middle-aged tea drinker who had just been talking about Lord Osako immediately started to greet Osako Michimasa's relatives, his face flushed with anger.

Did the other party think that collecting intelligence was free? Well, even if it was free, they still had to eat. Did they really have to beg to raise funds?

Silence, the two fell into a deathly silence. After a long time, Zhao Dayang boldly proposed: "Since Yuan Chuyu and Wang Fangpu are both dead, the US dollars have become a secret. Do you want to...?"

The middle-aged tea drinker was somewhat tempted. A full 20,000 US dollars could be pocketed with just a little effort, and no one would know except the two of them.

"Go ahead, sir!" Zhao Dayang continued to persuade: "If we keep this money in the bank, it will only benefit the people of the Republic of China. With it, we can complete the task better."

Yes, only with money can the task be completed. The middle-aged tea drinker thought this was well said and instantly found an excuse for his behavior. After pondering for a while, he stood up and said.

"Okay, tomorrow you disguise yourself and go to the bank to investigate. I'll meet you outside the bank. If everything goes well, you can withdraw all your deposits."

Zhao Dayang wanted to say that his appearance had been exposed, and it might not be a good idea for him to go and withdraw the money, but seeing the warning look on the other party's face, he had to pretend to be happy and nodded.

Seeing this, the middle-aged tea drinker walked into the inner room to get the deposit certificate, and made a detailed plan with Zhao Dayang to withdraw the money, including which bank to go to, which road to go through, which road to leave, and what to do in case of danger.

After the discussion, the two men lay down to rest. In the darkness, Zhao Dayang touched the deposit slip on his chest, turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged man on the other bed, his eyes gradually becoming fierce.

The next morning, the two men walked out of the house one after the other. Zhao Dayang, who was walking in front, looked behind him and walked stealthily into a grocery store on the roadside.

At nine o'clock in the morning, in the waiting area of ​​the lobby of the Bank of Communications head office on Datong Street, Wu Chunyang was sitting on a wooden chair holding a newspaper, his eyes occasionally glancing at the customers coming in. Suddenly, a little spy approached his ear and spoke.

"Chief, someone called the police station and said there were Japanese spies nearby. They described the man's age, height, and clothing very clearly. What should we do? Should we request support from headquarters?"

Wu Chunyang frowned when he heard this, his mind worked at high speed, then he rolled up the newspaper, walked to the counter, picked up the phone and put it to his mouth.

At nine-thirty, the ferry from Chaotianmen to Jiangbei County slowly left the dock. Zhao Dayang stood on the deck and looked at the shore, a hint of pride on his face, then turned and walked into the cabin.