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Chapter 143 1934 (seeking tickets)
"Wu Chunyang, I don't care who you ask for, just find the design drawings of the No. [-] Elementary School immediately. I want to know all the details of that school."

"Guy Youguang, gather all the action fighters immediately, there may be chemicals in the factory, you take the gas masks we gathered at the Liuguo Hotel with you."

"Old Gu, you lead other people to guard the perimeter of the elementary school. No one is allowed to enter or leave. I mean anyone, including you and Yu Xingle."

After Zuo Zhong announced the order, he added: "These must be completed before four o'clock. We must launch and complete the attack before the elementary school starts. We must not put children in danger."

"Yes."

The officers' club became lively, and the spies didn't know what happened, but when they saw the serious-looking section chiefs and section chiefs, they knew that there was another big operation, and a big operation represented a great contribution.

As for the risks, there is no risk in doing what you do these days. Salaries like the Secret Service are paid on time, and occasionally there are places where you can get bonuses. You don't want to do it, and some people are willing to do it.

Wu Chunyang set off first. Hearing Zuo Zhong's order, he knew that there was only one person who could help him, and that was the director of Jiaxing Police Station.

Design drawings were not very popular in the Republic of China. Many houses were designed by brick and tile masters themselves, and there were no design drawings at all.

Therefore, if you want to know the structure, it is better to find someone who is familiar with the school than to find the design drawings. An old local snake like the director must know who to go to.

Cars were speeding through Jiaxing City in the early morning, and the beggars on the side of the road were woken up cursing and turning over, but seeing black cars and sedans driving past one after another, they decisively shut their mouths.

He could see that those people in the car were wearing black tunic suits and holding guns in their hands. It seemed that they were either going to kill or arrest people. No, he didn't see anything.

Wu Chunyang didn't know all this, the car stopped at the door of the director's house with a screeching sound, he ran to the door quickly, bang bang bang, it was already ten past three, the time was too tight.

Maybe the director slept too much. After waiting for several minutes, the door of the director's house was still closed, and there was no movement inside. Wu Chunyang became anxious, and whispered: "Cross the wall!"

A few small secret agents deftly climbed into the yard of the police chief's house with a ladder, and quickly opened the door from the inside. Wu Chunyang beckoned, and a group of people rushed in aggressively.

The neighbor next to him was awakened a long time ago. Seeing this scene, he sighed to his wife: "Look, how majestic it was in the past, isn't it still being ransacked, and I don't know how much that guy has been greedy for."

The Chief of Police slept very comfortably tonight. He was tortured to death by the secret service gang these days. Fortunately, the other party seemed to have discovered something, and they all withdrew to the officers' club.

This made Mr. Director very relieved. Although these hell kings looked very polite, who knows what these people are thinking in their hearts, and their hands are black, and they will be killed if they don't pay attention.

In the dream, the Director himself became the Section Chief of the Secret Service, hugging left and right, being corrupt and perverting the law, so happy, but in a blink of an eye, a few black and white impermanence came, talking about corrupt officials, dragging him to go Eighteen floors of hell.

"Oh, no, I'm not corrupt, I'm innocent."

The director opened his eyes in fright. Before he could wipe off the cold sweat, he saw a few people standing in the dark room, who seemed to be looking at him. He rolled his eyes and almost fainted.

Wu Chunyang didn't know what the director had dreamed of. As soon as they came in, this guy shouted about corruption or something, but now was not the time to think about it, so he pulled the light cord and turned on the light.

"Get up quickly, I have something to do with you." Wu Chunyang yelled at the panicked director.

This sound called the director's soul back, and he also recognized that the person was a member of the Secret Service, and his heart suddenly tightened. He didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse to come to him so late.

But no matter how scared he was, he could only comfort his old wife, put on his clothes and walked to Wu Chunyang outside the door, and asked tentatively, "Chief Wu, what are you doing so early?"

Wu Chunyang didn't have time to talk to him, so he asked directly: "Do you know the Fourth Elementary School? Who knows the layout and structure of it best? Take us to him."

The director was confused, the secret service came to him in the middle of the night, why did he find someone who knew the structure of the elementary school?
But he quickly figured it out, no matter what they want to do, he just needs to coax these people well, and said immediately: "There is an old craftsman not far away, I remember that the Fourth Primary School was built by him and others." .”

Wu Chunyang was overjoyed, he really came to the right place, if he was a fool to go to the government department to find the design drawings, it would be a waste of time, the school was built by craftsmen themselves.

"Follow us quickly, we have coats in the car." Wu Chunyang was still very reasonable, and did not let the director who was dressed in single clothes suffer from the cold.

Under the leadership of the director, Wu Chunyang quickly found the old craftsman. As soon as the other party heard that it was related to the safety of the children, he drew a blueprint without saying a word, and even more enthusiastically wanted to go with him.

Wu Chunyang didn't have time to sigh, and took the old craftsman to the meeting point. It was already [-]:[-], no one dared to take Zuo Zhong's military order seriously, but he felt as if he had forgotten something.

Standing on the side of the icy street, the director opened his mouth wide as he watched the headlights disappear.

At this time, the large team of the intelligence department had arrived one mile away from the fourth primary school. There was a small forest there, which could just block the observation of the surroundings. Everyone was waiting for Wu Chunyang's arrival.

Gu Qi and Gui Youguang looked at the unsmiling Zuo Zhong, secretly anxious, Wu Chunyang is usually very smart, why is his speed so slow this time, if he fails to complete the task, the section chief will definitely punish him with military law.

When the hour hand of the watch was about to jump to four o'clock, Wu Chunyang finally arrived, and he introduced with sweat on his face: "Section Chief, this is a craftsman who built the school, and he knows the details inside."

Zuo Zhong nodded slightly, military law is not merciful, if Wu Chunyang really missed the time, even if he followed his old brother, he would never forgive him lightly.

Turning around to look at an elderly master, Zuo Zhong smiled and said, "I'm really sorry for your trouble, master, you built the warehouse in the school, do you remember the specific layout inside?"

The craftsman had already heard Wu Chunyang introduce the situation on the way, and took out a piece of paper from his arms: "The warehouse was originally used to store desks and chairs, and the school was bought and remodeled.

I felt a little strange at the time, because not only the doors and windows were reinforced, but there was also an unnecessary sewer leading directly to the nearby river ditch, but they paid for it, so we did it.

Half of the warehouse has not been changed, only the cement floor is paved, and the remaining half has four rooms built with blue bricks as partitions, with exits at the front and back, and iron doors. "

The old craftsman said while gesticulating on the drawings. Zuo Zhong and others probably knew the layout inside, but that was in the past. No one knows whether the Japanese have rebuilt it now.

Zuo Zhong looked at Gui Youguang: "Take someone to reconnaissance to see if there are any changes inside. Be careful of the secret whistle. Fortunately, it is the darkest time of the day, but you must be quick, and it will be troublesome at dawn."

Gui Youguang nodded, and led the two of them towards the primary school. Covered by trees and stones along the way, they quietly approached the target until they encountered the fence.

"Take the ladder, I'll go in and have a look, you guys wait outside, once the gun is fired, immediately support me." Gui Youguang said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Chief." The two spies replied in a low voice.

The agents held hands with each other, put their palms on their knees, and Gui Youguang stepped on their hands, and stretched out his head to look into the wall. According to the drawings, this is the garden of the elementary school, and no one usually comes here.

Although it is already winter, there are still some evergreen trees growing vigorously, which are good places to infiltrate and hide. Gui Youguang slows down his breathing, observes carefully, and moves his nose from time to time.

If someone is on duty in such a cold night, there is a high probability that they will drink or smoke, otherwise the long-term surveillance will be too difficult. After all, this is not a battlefield, and few people are so stubborn.

After confirming again and again that there was no hidden whistle, he jumped over the wall with a single dive, rolled a few times after landing to relieve his strength, and did not make a single sound. Looking at the warehouse in the distance, Gui Youguang moved over with his waist bent.

At the gathering place a mile away, Zuo Zhong leaned against a tree, pulling out a bunch of pine needles in his hand, surrounded by nervous agents

Time passed slowly, and it was almost five o'clock. In this season, it would be dawn after six o'clock in Jiaxing. Time was running out, and the people present began to worry.

Gu Qi was a little impatient: "Section Chief, do you want to send two more people to check the situation?"

Zuo Zhong didn't answer him, pulled out a pine needle, lowered his head and sighed: "Old Gu, it's so fast, today is the 23rd year of the Republic of China."

Gu Qi was stunned, he was too busy these days, he really didn't pay attention to it, but who would care about this if he was doing intelligence work, he still had to live.

Only Zuo Zhong knew that the war was getting closer and closer, and the Secret Service seemed to have achieved a lot this year. Doesn't this mean that the Japanese are doing more and more actions, and they are getting bigger and bigger.

There is only a thousand days to be a thief, and there is no reason for a thousand days to defend against a thief. Now the spies are passively defending everywhere, but there will always be omissions. If you want to take the lead, you must shift the battlefield.

I don't know how the canned food plan is going. Everything there is top secret. Only Dai Chunfeng knows the details in the secret service. Zuo Zhong thinks he will go there after the New Year.

Putting the last pine root in his mouth, Zuo Zhong suddenly said: "Old Gu, after the operation is over, we will have a dinner together with our brothers in East China. You can arrange the details."

Gu Qi also smiled: "Okay, leave it to me, everyone has really done a good job these days, and you should be rewarded."

Just as Zuo Zhong was about to speak, he heard footsteps. He immediately hid behind a tree vigilantly, and the other agents also raised their guns.

The footsteps were getting closer, and then a voice came softly: "Section Chief, it's me.

Zuo Zhong let out a sigh of relief, and waited until Gui Youguang and the two foreign spies came within sight, then he flashed out from behind the tree, and asked in a low voice, "How is it? Has the layout changed inside?"

(End of this chapter)