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Chapter 439 Notification of Safety Points

Zuo Zhong only said to receive the supplies, and did not mention joints and meetings, in order to reduce old K's vigilance and leave enough time for the other party to check the situation near the safe house to avoid misunderstandings.

If old K thinks this is a trap, he will definitely cut off the communication between the two parties, which will be troublesome. He can't wait for the party-state and underground party to start cooperating, and go directly to Meiyuan New Village to report.

Besides, officials from Whampoa still have an excuse to visit the old chief. What excuse does he have as a spy, the underground party will never believe that he is actually in Cao Ying and his heart is in Han.

"Buzz."

"Material list, old K."

The sound of the mobile phone interrupted Zuo Chong's thinking. After translating the content of the secret message, the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. It's good news that the other party didn't reject it outright, but the situation of the underground party is not good.

If there were enough supplies there, Old K would not use the precious contact window to inquire about the situation of the supplies. The Jinling underground party may have reached the point where it ran out of fuel and was in urgent need of replenishing various supplies.

He rummaged through the codebook, and sent a detailed list of the radio stations, guns, and materials in the Tianfu safe house, hoping that these things could help the underground party to tide over the difficulties.

It's a pity that I didn't find the new munitions warehouse of those people in the army, otherwise I would have to drive a truck to clean it up, and I would be doing them good deeds, Zuo Zhong thought with regret.

In fact, Old K on the other end of the radio wave was taken aback when he received the translation of the telegram. Qiu Chan had robbed the central bank or the arsenal, otherwise where did he get so much cash and equipment.

The Japanese-made miniature radio station alone is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people, and those battery accessories are even more controlled products. With them, the Jinling underground party can completely build a backup radio station.

There is also MP18, a cutting-edge weapon invented during the German World War, a sharp weapon for urban close-range combat, smaller than the Czech one, easy to hide and transfer, and a good thing that money can't buy.

The most shocking thing is the nearly 20 yuan in funding for activities. With 20 yuan, many postponed and suspended plans can be started. Qiu Chan must have a high status within the Guo Party and is also very important.

Old K has worked in the state government for more than ten years, and he knows very well that only powerful figures in important positions have the opportunity to amass such a large amount of property. Qiu Chan's status is higher than he thought.

The only worry is whether this is a trap. The supplies in the telegram are bait. As soon as you step into No. 24, Jia Lane, Zhuque Road to receive the supplies, you will be surrounded by enemies.

Old K thought for a long time, and thought that this risk was worth taking, because Qiu Chan's previous intelligence was very accurate, and there was no situation where he avoided the most important and minor, and it didn't seem like a trap set by the enemy. This was one of them.

Second, if it's an enemy's trap, the content shouldn't be so casual, and a specific handover time and connection method should be agreed upon, but Qiuchan clearly doesn't want to meet with him.

In this way, you can receive supplies at any time, and the enemy can only monitor around the house, and such long-term monitoring activities are easy to be discovered, and the enemy will not be so stupid.

Old K had a decision in his mind, and while skillfully writing the secret code, he paid attention to the movement outside. Fortunately, he didn't hear the harsh siren outside until he sent the message.

He only asked one question in this call back, that is how to receive the supplies, and some things must be asked clearly to avoid accidents, such as whether the neighbors will call the police when they see strangers.

Even if the neighbors don't meddle in their own business, the supplies are likely to be intercepted during transportation. The underground party's internal relationship with the Guo party cannot be used for this. If something happens, it will be involved.

Soon, Qiu Chan called back.

"There are keys under the stone bench in front of the door, and there are several documents in the house that can be used to leave the city. You need to avoid the Lu Province and Zhongshan Road checkpoints. There are also several mines and grenades. Be careful when transporting them. It's over, Qiu Chan."

Old K finished copying and receiving the message, and quickly turned off the radio. After translating, he fell into deep thought, why there were landmines, could it be that he guessed right, these things were taken from the enemy army.

He shook his head. He really couldn't figure out what Qiu Chan was doing. The other party could get all the military intelligence, weapons in the army, and political trends.

Could it be the person next to the bald head?

Old K narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, but found no useful clues, so he untied the string connecting his wrist to the secret compartment, put the radio in, and tied the string to the back of the secret compartment.

A bundle of dangerous goods and an ignition switch are attached to the other end of the rope. Once pulled, everything in the house will be completely destroyed. It is necessary to carry out intelligence work in the heart of the enemy.

Evidence cannot be traced to the enemy.

Do not give the enemy a chance to interrogate.

Do not divulge any party secrets.

Since he started this line of work, he has silently recited these three points countless times every day. He thinks so, and is planning to do so. For the sake of his beliefs and ideals, his personal life and death have long been ignored.

After tidying up the radio station and cleaning up the plagiarized traces on the table, he glanced at the attic again to make sure there were no holes left, then he walked down the stairs and sat down on the sofa slowly.

Old K closed his eyes and began to recall the topography of Suzaku Street. He was no stranger to this place, even very familiar with it, but the more he was familiar with it, the less he could be careless. Mistakes often happened in the most unlikely places.

Besides, there are quite a few people who know him there, and if he feels unwell, he will be exposed. He must be more careful. There is no chance for intelligence work again. At this time, the phone suddenly rang.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell."

He frowned and opened his eyes. Only the authorities knew about this number, but he was an idler, who would look for him. After the bell rang a few times, he picked up the phone and spoke very lazily.

"Hey, who is it?"

"Deputy Director Xu, there is a meeting tomorrow."

"okay, I get it."

The person on the other end of the phone was very respectful, and hung up the phone after saying the intention of the call, while the old K tapped his knee with his fingers, a little strange, when it was his turn to get involved in the affairs of the ministry.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

He thought about his recent words and deeds, and confirmed that there were no omissions. He didn't have much contact with the local party organization, and the exposure of the official residence would not affect him. Let's see the situation tomorrow.

Early the next morning.

Old K got up and washed at the same time as usual, walked to the hanger after breakfast, put on a half-worn Chinese tunic suit, took off the briefcase and carried it in his hand, opened the door and walked out of the room.

He lived in a building with a long hallway, faded floorboards full of scratches, old trim and sooty walls that suggested the building had been there for many years.

"Mr. Xu, go out?"

"Mr. Xu, hello."

At this time, several women in the corridor were sitting on small stools watching the fire and chatting. They greeted him enthusiastically when they saw him go out. Obviously, they really wanted the deputy director to establish a good relationship.

"Yeah, go out and do something."

Old K didn't put on airs as a party official, he stood there smiling and chatting with his female neighbors, and after confirming that there were no special circumstances around these two days, he walked down the stairs.

Sometimes the information is hidden in the parents' gossip, such as whether there are sneaky strangers nearby, whether there are policemen or not, in a sense, these people are his eyeliner.

Through the investigation just now, he judged that it was not feasible for him to be exposed. After all, his task was to contact Qiu Chan, and he seldom went to obtain information, and he even hid when he could do official business.

Everyone in the performance department knew that such a person would be a spy, and no one would suspect that such a person would be a spy. People who don't even want to work can get intelligence, and they can't just drink tea and read newspapers.

Old K strode to the side of the road and stopped a rickshaw, reported an address, got in the car and leaned on the back seat, crossed his legs, and kept scanning the passers-by with his eyes after he set off.

Regardless of whether it is safe or not, there is no harm in taking a closer look. In the face of the enemy's capture, there is a huge difference between whether you are prepared or not. Sometimes a second more reaction time can determine life or death.

He escaped from the trap several times, relying on caution and carefulness. When the traitor surnamed Gu gave his contact point to the Secret Service Headquarters, if he hadn't made preparations in advance, he might have died in Shanghai.

It's a pity for those comrades in Teko.

They are all old comrades who have experienced the period of life-saving. They did not fall under the hail of bullets, but were arrested because of the betrayal of traitors. The intelligence work of the party organization in Shanghai was also severely damaged.

Thinking of the information reported by Qiu Chan, Old K felt a little worried. If there was a problem with the official residence, then the situation that Wei of Jinling City and even Wei of Jiangsu Province would have to face would be even more difficult.

The struggle situation is getting more and more complicated. Neither the Secret Service Headquarters nor the Secret Service is efficient. The enemy is too strong in Jinling, so you have to be more careful in your actions.

"It's wrong, it's wrong."

"Go away and make way for the officer."

Suddenly someone shouted in front, a group of refugees from other places stopped in front of a car, the leading old man knelt on the ground and held up the papers with both hands, while the black men started cursing and arresting people with batons in their hands.

And the car with the license plate of the party headquarters seemed to have not seen this scene, and directly passed the vegetable stalls on both sides of the road. The red and green ones were smashed to the ground, and then sped away.

Looking at the military and police showing off their might, the vendors who wanted to cry without tears, the high-end cars running amok, and the poor people who were splashed with mud and water, he sighed softly.

Passing through this chaotic street, the rickshaw stopped in front of a magnificent French-style gatehouse. Through the armed guards on both sides of the gate, the big characters of the Central Party Headquarters of the National Party on the sign were particularly eye-catching.

Seeing him coming, a middle-aged man hurried over and said anxiously: "Old Xu, hurry to the conference room, Minister Chen will be here soon, let him see you like this and he should be angry again."

"Why are you in such a hurry."

On the other hand, Old K paid the driver unhurriedly, and said jokingly: "Don't scare me, Director Chen has a lot of work every day, how can he remember me, the little deputy director of the Secretariat of the Ministry of Agriculture and Industry."

Hearing this, the visitor became even more anxious, and pulled him towards the gate: "Ah, my Director Xu, this meeting is about our Ministry of Agriculture and Industry. It is said that a group of older cadres will be dismissed."

(End of this chapter)