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Chapter 273 Bookstore (seeking tickets)
"What, it's been confirmed! Tell Chief Wu to closely monitor the target first, and keep photos of people entering and leaving. Don't act without authorization to prevent accidental injury. I will rush over now."

Zuo Zhong received a report call from the spies. After spending so much manpower and material resources, he finally saw the shadow of the Japanese intelligence team. As long as they destroy it, it will definitely hurt Doihara.

According to Jiang Jincai's information, he came to Jinling in the 20th year of the Republic of China. He has been in hiding for three years so far. It is estimated that the hiding time of the members of this team will not be short, and they are all senior spies.

It is difficult to cover the identity. Not only must there be a perfect background, but any accident in daily life will lead to the exposure of the identity. It is not an exaggeration to say that an intelligence officer of this level is a treasure.

The high school looked at the excited Zuo Zhong, and felt that this spy was a bit unusual. He neither killed innocent people indiscriminately, but was also very enthusiastic about his work, which was completely different from the spies in other departments of the party and state.

After thinking about it, he asked, "Does the spare plane need to take off?" Because the fuel for the operation is paid by the Secret Service, if you fly two less planes, you can save a lot of fuel, so you have to plan carefully.

Zuo Zhongren was in good spirits on happy occasions, and waved his hands: "Continue to take off, and when necessary, the guides of your brigade will guide you. These little Japanese will never expect to be attacked by planes."

The senior high school's face turned black, and he said in his heart that what you said was light, as long as the plane was in the sky, it would be burning money, but since he said to fully cooperate, he had no choice but to let someone notify the plane to take off.

Two Douglas reconnaissance planes loaded with machine guns took off. Zuo Zhong hastily said goodbye to the high school principal and drove wildly all the way, frightening the police patrolling along the way to blow their whistles desperately.

On the way, while he was driving, he looked at the tracking plane in the sky. For some reason, he suddenly thought of Zhu Jisheng, thinking about him stepping on the accelerator deeply, and the speed increased a little.

From the airport to Wutong Street, it usually took three to ten minutes by car, but he only took two to ten minutes, and quickly found the spy who was watching the wind by the side of the road, and met Wu Chunyang at the temporary headquarters.

When Wu Chunyang saw the section chief came back, he was relieved, and hurried up to greet him: "Section Chief, I just went to see it. The target is Qiuju Bookstore, No. [-], Wutong Street. Here are the materials."

He was very efficient, and in less than half an hour, he got the general information about the bookstore owner, the landlord, and the internal layout of the bookstore. He knew that Zuo Zhong valued these basic information the most.

Zuo Zhong took off his coat, picked up the information and looked at ten lines at a glance. The owner of Qiuju Bookstore is a man named Luo Guoxin. He is also the landlord and the son of a major general of the Military Commission.

The bookstore mainly deals in books in foreign languages. It occupies a large area and has three floors, each with an area of ​​[-] to [-] square meters. Books are placed on the first and second floors, and Luo Wenxin's office and temporary residence are on the third floor.

There are also pictures of the positions of internal bookshelves, furniture, doors and windows. With these, you can save a lot of trouble when attacking, but collecting such detailed information will not alarm the opponent.

Zuo Zhong flicked the information: "Where did this thing come from? Did it pass through the police station?"

Wu Chunyang shook his head: "I secretly controlled an old police officer. This kind of person knows the situation of the nearby stores like the palm of his hand. If you want to know anything, you can just ask directly. I'm afraid that there are people from the other party in the police station."

Zuo Zhong smiled: "This temporary headquarters has something to do with him, too. After the matter is over, check it out. If there is no problem with his identity, he will give him some compensation. We must pay attention to the impact when we do things."

Wu Chunyang said respectfully: "Yes, Section Chief, this grocery store is opened by his wife, and the information was provided by the other party. I think the location is good, and it is temporarily requisitioned not far from the target."

Zuo nodded emphatically: "Come on, take me to see this guy, I have some questions to ask him, let the brothers put on a good disguise, don't wander around the bookstore, there will definitely be someone on the other side's watch."

Wu Chunyang nodded, asked someone to inform the nearby spies in a low voice, and then took Zuo Zhong to the backyard of the grocery store. The policeman and his wife sat on a stool, and four spies stood beside them.

"Section Chief." Seeing Zuo Zhong coming, the secret agents hurriedly greeted him.

Zuo nodded his head, looked at the frightened old policeman and smiled: "Do you know who we are? If you cooperate well, we won't treat you badly."

The old policeman nodded quickly. Of course he had heard of the Secret Service. In the past two years, he had a big reputation and arrested and killed many people, including high-ranking officials. He, a young policeman, couldn't afford to provoke these people.

Zuo Zhong was very satisfied with his response, and asked directly: "Do you know Luo Wenxin, the owner of Qiuju Bookstore? He shouldn't be here every day, right? Who usually manages the bookstore?"

Hearing the officer's question, the old police officer hurriedly stood up: "Report, Boss Luo is a big shot. We only met him a few times from a distance. Usually, a young woman named Yu Xueping is in charge of the bookstore."

"Yu Xueping?"

Zuo Zhong read it again, and looked up at the old police officer: "Has the police station registered the identity of the people in the jurisdiction, and Yu Xueping's age, place of origin, education level, etc., are you clear?"

The old police officer looked embarrassed, and finally whispered: "It should be registered, but considering Boss Luo's relationship, the police station did not let Yu Xueping register, but simply asked.

According to her own statement, she is from Hubei Province, she is 24 years old, she studied in Jinling in the Republic of China for 19 years, and worked in a bookstore after graduation, but we all think that this woman is Boss Luo's concubine. "

A native of Hubei Province, 24 years old.

Zuo Zhong's heart moved, could it be that she is the woman in Zhu Jisheng's family?But she leaned on the son of the major general's staff, why did she go to hook up with a small deputy company commander, the purpose of doing this.

Hearing that the old police chief was a little scared, he comforted him: "It's okay, some things are not up to you, and it's not bad to have asked. By the way, does Yu Xueping usually live in a bookstore?"

"Thank you, sir, for your understanding." The old policeman said gratefully, "It should be that the lights on the third floor can often be seen on patrol at night, but she is a young girl, and it is inconvenient for us people to pay more attention."

After listening to Zuo Zhong, he thought about it, Zhu Jisheng started going out to camp frequently in the 22nd year of the Republic of China, that is, last year, but Yu Xueping usually lives in the bookstore, so it is possible that this woman knows how to separate herself.

Or blindfolded?
But that doesn't matter, she can't get away with the spies meeting in her shop, she just needs to be arrested and interrogated slowly, if there is a problem, the electric chair and veritaserum will help her speak up.

Next, Zuo Zhong confirmed the internal structure of the bookstore to the old policeman. The layout in the schematic diagram was what he saw with his own eyes a week ago, so it can be guaranteed to be accurate. This is good news for the operation.

He turned to Wu Chunyang and said: "Prepare to attack, and make it clear to the brothers that this group of people are professional soldiers of the Kwantung Army, and they are more difficult to deal with than the high-tech spies. All the rebels will be killed."

Wu Chunyang hesitated: "Do you want to save a life and ask?"

Zuo Zhong said coldly: "According to our previous analysis, the intelligence of these spies is of little value, and we just need to clean them up. Only the one named Yu Xueping seems to have some secrets. Let her live."

"Yes."

The intelligence department and Zuo Zhong were planning, and someone on the third floor of Qiuju Bookstore was also planning. The content of the plan was to assassinate the leader of the Republic of China, but before it started, Jiang Jincai clearly expressed his opposition.

"Team leader, our task is to carry out a long-term ambush in Jinling. Everyone's cover status is perfect, and we can do more important things. If you act rashly like this, everyone will only die."

After Jiang Jin finished speaking, all the people present were silent. Who would want to die if they could live, and as he said, their mission was to lurk, not to carry out suicidal assassination.

The scene was a little quiet. Jiang Jincai glanced at the team members sitting everywhere, and then at the team leader in front of him. He felt very calm. He didn't challenge anyone's authority by saying this, but out of public interest.

When the team leader makes a wrong decision, as the oldest member of the team, he has the obligation and the right to put forward opinions, which is related to the safety of the Butterfly Team, and he must act cautiously.

A Japanese spy at the window glanced back, and then continued to look downstairs. Several customers entered the opposite shop one after another, and there was nothing on the road except for a few supervisors who supervised the new life.

Opposite Jiang Jincai, a woman was sitting on the sofa, holding a cigarette with her thighs up, her bright red high-heeled shoes bouncing up and down. When he finished speaking, the woman chuckled: "You make sense."

Jiang Jincai was overjoyed. He had no objection to the team leader. He admired the other party's action and intelligence capabilities. What he opposed was a radical mission.

But then, the woman said again: "The task is related to an important plan of the empire. This is a top secret. I will let you know when necessary. Now, please obey the order and start working immediately."

Important mission, top secret.

For the secret agents, these two words meant that they would go all out to complete it without hesitation. Everyone, including Jiang Jincai, stood up and waited for the woman's specific order.

The woman exhaled smoke from her red lips: "The intelligence personnel collected the target's route into the city, the logistics personnel were in charge of making powerful bombs, all the operational personnel were on standby, and the telegraph operator reported to Shenyang."

The spies did not speak, but bowed their heads to express their obedience. The women's division of labor is very reasonable. Reporting to the Shenyang authorities is a necessary procedure, but it is not known how many people will be left here after the action.

After the woman finished speaking, she put the cigarette butt out in the cigarette case and was about to get up, but just halfway through her stand, her expression changed, and she walked quickly to the window on the third floor and looked down. It was abnormally quiet outside.

Seeing that Wutong Street, which should be very lively, was empty, and the shops on the opposite side of the road became empty, she asked Xiang Wangfeng's agent: "Where are the pedestrians on the road, and where are the customers in the opposite shop?"

The lookout agent opened his mouth wide. All this happened too fast. He just listened to the conversation behind him and was dazed for a while. When he recovered, the pedestrians on the street suddenly disappeared.

There is only one explanation for this situation. The Chinese intelligence agency has found this place and is evacuating the crowd to prepare for an attack. The woman said in a deep voice: "We have been discovered, everyone is ready to fight!"

These spies did not panic, Jiang Jincai took the lead in pushing away a bookshelf, opened the hidden cabinet behind, and handed out weapons one by one from inside, and soon these people were armed to the teeth.

German-made MP18, Czech-style, Thomson, and high-power grenades shone coldly. Several spies rushed downstairs to set up blocking positions. Only by resisting steadily could they delay more time.

The woman rolled up her long hair, kicked off her high heels, and said to Jiang Jincai, "I'll go to the secret room to destroy the materials. You must withstand the Chinese attack for 5 minutes, as long as you block it for 5 minutes."

Jiang Jincai held up a Thomson, pulled the bolt, and said viciously: "Don't worry, we are all the best soldiers. Chinese spies are nothing, we must have a way to get out."

　The text has not been changed yet, the pirated version has been changed, it is the website that reported my anti-theft pictures
　　
　
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