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Chapter 1269 No News Equals News

One day in May 1941, No. 5 Jessfield Road, Shanghai.

Ding Mocun, director of the pseudo-government secret service headquarters, walked into the heavily guarded detention room with a gloomy face. In the detention room, Wu Sibao and Tongsuo were sitting on benches doing nothing. When they saw their boss coming, they quickly stood up, bowed and greeted him.

"director."

Ding Mocun stood there for a long time without saying anything, staring at the two of them. After a long time, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped Wu Sibao, cursing loudly at him.

"Asshole! Why are you following the Locust Army? Did you know that Chief Osako has sent troops to block No. 76 and is determined to find out if you are colluding with Yamashiro or the underground party?"

Wu Sibao and Tongsuo were stunned after being slapped. They knew they were in trouble, but they didn't expect the matter to be so serious. Wu Sibao hurriedly explained.

"Director! Director! It's unfair. You know me. I just played with women and stole some things. I would never dare to collude with resistance elements. Dawei, please say something!"

Wu Sibao pushed the copper lock and made faces to ask him to beg for mercy. After all, they were the two of them who did this together and no one could escape if something went wrong.

Tongsuo wished that the man surnamed Wu would die, as his hands were stained with the blood of his compatriots in recent years. However, for his own safety, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and move forward.

"Director, when Captain Wu and I were dining at a restaurant, we heard someone order a lot of high-end dishes and asked to take them all away.

This situation is very abnormal, so we sent people to follow. I did this for the new government and the locust army, and I have no ulterior motives. Please understand. "

Ding Mocun already knew what had happened. If not, Wu Sibao and Tongsuo would not be in the detention room, but in the interrogation room and the execution ground. However, there were two questions that had to be asked, so he spoke again.

"Who suggested going to the restaurant? Who made the decision to follow us?"

"This"

Tongsuo was about to say something but stopped himself. He glanced at Wu Sibao next to him. It was indeed the other party who first proposed going out to eat and going to the restaurant. It had nothing to do with him.

Ding Mocun's already gloomy face became even uglier. Wu Sibao was the captain of the guard battalion of No. 76. If anything happened to this man, No. 76 would have no secrets from the National Government.

When he thought of the consequences of the other party's betrayal, Ding Mocun's expression became more ferocious. He grabbed Wu Sibao's collar and asked viciously.

"Tell me! Did you sell information to Shancheng?"

Many people knew that someone at No. 76 was selling intelligence to the outside world. As the saying goes, "live by the mountain, eat by the mountain; live by the water, eat by the water." During wartime, the price of intelligence changes every day. Only a fool would not be tempted by such a huge gold mine.

Not to mention others, even Ding Mocun himself sold a lot of information to Shancheng. The problem is that some information can be sold, but some cannot, and if you sell it, you will lose your head.

Wu Sibao wanted to slap himself a few times. Let you be greedy and let you have a feast. If you don't go out, this will never happen.

Recalling the fate of those traitors, he immediately knelt on the ground, hugged Ding Mocun's thighs and cried out in injustice, tears and snot streaming down his face.

"Director, my loyalty to Mr. Ji and the Locust Army is known to all, and I have killed more than one Guo Party and underground party agent. Even if I am willing to surrender, Northwest and Shancheng will not believe me."

Ding Mocun still had a blank expression on his face. It was hard to say about the underground party, but given the character of the people in Shancheng, as long as the information was valuable, the death of a few people would not matter. So this reason could not prove Wu Sibao's innocence.

Seeing that Ding Mocun did not respond, Wu Sibao's heart sank. He knew this director too well. The other party did not care about the life and death of his subordinates at all. It was very likely that he would hand himself over to appease the anger of the Japanese.

It seems that he has to spend some money. Wu Sibao gritted his teeth and whispered, "Director, I have a casino in the French Concession. Take a look."

Oh? The casino in the French Concession is a good place to make a fortune.

Ding Mocun's expression finally changed. If that was the case, it was not impossible to give Wu a chance. Thinking about it, he glanced at Wu Sibao and spoke lightly.

"Stand up, we are all brothers, and Ding is not an unkind person. I will give you a chance. Director Ji, what do you think?"

He turned the conversation to Tongsuo, who naturally knew what the other party meant. He wanted benefits but didn't want to take responsibility. He immediately thought of a solution.

"That's right, Director. However, for the sake of safety, Captain Wu and I will stay and eat in the detention room during the confidential discussion. This will prevent people from saying that you can't distinguish between public and private affairs. This will also help us explain to Chief Osako."

Ding Mocun patted Tongsuo on the shoulder, turned around and left without saying a word, obviously accepting Tongsuo's advice.

Wu Sibao slumped on the ground, gasping for breath. He was just one step away from being beheaded. If it weren't for Ji Dawei, he would have been in danger today.

"Dawei, I'm grateful for your kindness." Wu Sibao bowed to Tongsuo, his tone full of gratitude.

Tongsuo helped him up and sighed: "Captain Wu, we have only passed the first level. If the secret talk goes well, I'm afraid you and I will have to go to the interrogation room again." Wu Sibao didn't understand why they were in trouble when the secret talk went well. Considering that they were in the same boat, he asked directly what was on his mind.

Hearing his question, Tongsuo looked outside and whispered, "We are in the detention room and cannot communicate with the outside world. If something happens, it proves that the leak has nothing to do with us."

"No." Wu Sibao was no fool, and he immediately retorted: "If the secret talks go well, wouldn't it also prove our innocence? Dawei, you're worrying too much."

Tongsuo was anxious, and he leaned closer to the other party: "The secret talks have been made known to everyone. Shancheng cannot be unaware of it, and it is impossible for him not to sabotage it. If the Military Control Commission does not take action, there are only two possibilities."

"What two possibilities?"

Wu Sibao cooperated very well and asked immediately.

"First, Shancheng doesn't care about this matter, but do you believe it?" Tongsuo asked back.

Wu Sibao shook his head. Even he knew the consequences of the Jews establishing a country in Mite Island. The bigwigs in Shancheng would not have failed to think of this. This assumption was not valid.

Tongsuo saw that he had figured it out, and held up two fingers: "The second is that the government was ready to act, but lost its source of intelligence, so it was forced to stop the action."

Wu Sibao nodded to himself, and then suddenly realized that he had lost the source of intelligence, and that he and Ji Dawei's freedom were restricted. Now he really couldn't clear himself even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

He couldn't help but blame Ji Dawei. If the other party hadn't suggested self-isolation in the detention room, things wouldn't have come to this point. He completely forgot who had been kneeling and begging before.

Tongsuo noticed Wu Sibao's thoughts and snorted coldly: "Captain Wu, this is the only way for you and me to get out of this. If you disagree, you can go find the director."

After saying that, Tongsuo walked to the bench and sat down. He closed his eyes and stopped looking at the embarrassed Wu Sibao, thinking about how to inform the deputy seat.

But he dismissed the idea in a flash. The Japanese and Dingmo Village must have arranged spies nearby. If he acted rashly, he would not only fail to complete the mission but also expose himself.

Tongsuo thought of what Zuo Zhong had said to him a few years ago: lie dormant for a long time and firmly take root in the heart of the enemy no matter what situation you encounter.

After thinking this through, his mood became calm. He asked someone to bring him a pot of tea and drank it leisurely. They were just self-isolating and were not arrested, so the little spy naturally did not dare to make things difficult for them.

after one day.

Gui Youguang walked into the safe house and brought the news of "Mu Yu"'s loss of contact to Zuo Zhong. Zuo Zhong, who was reading a book behind his desk, was unusually calm. He just said "yes" lightly and turned another page in his hand.

"Co-pilot, do you want me to go to No. 76 to check the situation?" Gui Youguang was anxious. Tongsuo was half his student, and he was a little worried about his safety.

Zuo Zhong didn't take his eyes off the book, and smiled to keep the secret: "Look, you're anxious again, be patient, sometimes no news is the same as having news, Tongsuo is very smart, he won't be exposed so easily."

  No news equals news?

Gui Youguang scratched his head. The deputy commander's words were always so difficult to understand. However, he soon gave up thinking and just followed the orders. There was no need to think so much.

At this time, Zuo Zhong picked up the corner of the book and said casually: "By the way, go and send a message to Daxiong, asking him to keep an eye on the movements of the Japanese navy stationed in Shanghai. I want to know all their recent actions."

"Yes, I'll go right away." Gui Youguang didn't ask why, turned around and went out to deliver the message.

After the bald man left, Zuo Zhong put down the book in his hand and took out a map from the drawer. There were two points marked on the map, one was the Hao Garden and the other was a suburban military station.

Looking at these two points that are far apart, Zuo Zhong's eyes slightly condensed. Some things have been confirmed, and the next step is to consider how to act.

After closing the map, he stood up and walked to the window to look at the hotel in the distance. He whispered the names of Xu Enzeng and Zheng Tingbing twice, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

Two days before the Riyu secret talks began.

Hase Ryosuke met with the naval military attaché. In order to avoid suspicion, the two did not choose to meet at the navy's territory or the Hase agency, but instead found a random cafe.

"Hase-kun, no matter what happens on the day of the secret meeting, we hope your people will not take action. Please!" As soon as he sat down, the military attaché came straight to the point.

This sentence scared Hase. What on earth did the navy want to do? If a mutiny broke out in Shanghai, he, as the head of the intelligence agency, would also be responsible.

Perhaps seeing his concerns, the military attaché at the station quickly comforted him, "Don't worry, Hase-kun, we are not those reckless army idiots, and we will not let things develop to an irreversible point."

Hase was silent for a moment, then drank up the coffee under the expectant eyes of the military attaché and nodded his head imperceptibly, and the two sides reached a tacit understanding.

At the same time, Xu Enzeng issued several orders to his men in the salted meat shop. The latent forces of the Central Bureau of Investigation in Shanghai were ready to move, and various forces were about to collide in the foreign concessions.