cicada

Chapter 525
"Deputy director, is that station chief Shi a member of our secret service? Xu Enzeng is inside. I'm afraid he won't be able to come out now. Do you want me to stay here and wait for a chance to meet?"

As soon as the car got out of the gate of the Shanghai Station of the Secret Service Headquarters, Wu Chunyang asked mysteriously. After working in intelligence work for so long, some things can be seen at a glance. There must be something wrong with Shi Zhenmei.

Zuo Chong smiled faintly when he heard the words. The information Dai Chunfeng gave him before departure was very detailed, so detailed that even Xu Enzeng might not have a grasp of it, so the source of the information can only come from one place.

The top level of the Shanghai Station of the Secret Service Headquarters.

Then I contacted Shi Zhenmei who wanted to join the working meeting of the white blood cell plan, and the answer was easy to guess. If it is said that Lao Xu really failed, the person in charge of the important district station is not single-minded.

But why did the dignified head of the station betray the Secret Service Headquarters? Maybe it was for greater power, maybe he was in big trouble, maybe he just wanted to place a bet, who knows.

He thought about it and shook his head: "I'm just trying, the other party is not the line I followed, so don't ask more about the specifics, go back to Ji Sfeier Road, besides the llama, I also found the information of Station Master Shi. "

"Okay, deputy director."

Wu Chunyang realized that this matter might have something to do with the deputy director, so he decisively shut his mouth, and decided to let Jinling's subordinates take the fastest train to send the files of the two to Shanghai.

His political intelligence unit has a profile of all personnel, including name, age, place of origin, gender, detailed resume, hobbies and specialties, and even information about relatives and friends.

Although the content has not been updated for a long time, it is enough to get a preliminary understanding of a person. Other information can be obtained through insiders and intelligence dealers in one place. As long as the money is in place, you can buy anything.

Zuo Zhong didn't care about these things, and he returned to the temporary station in silence all the way. He greeted his subordinates and walked into his room. After gently closing the door, he began to check the hidden location in the house.

There are no wireless bugs in this era. As long as there are no abnormal lines, you can be sure that your surroundings are clean. He turned around to check the time, took out his phone from the space, and started typing.

"I learned that the Secret Service Headquarters plans to be code-named white blood cells, and has sent personnel to infiltrate the organization in Shanghai. Grassroots activities have been exposed. In addition, pay attention to the safety of the Special Section personnel and the surrounding environment, and wait for detailed information, Qiu Chan."

A few days had passed since Dai Chunfeng revealed the news, with this security buffer time, and with so many secret agents knowing about it, it was impossible to find out where the information leaked from.

It's a pity that the llama was very vigilant and didn't reveal the specific identity and hidden location of the insider cell. Of course, even if that guy said so, he wouldn't act rashly. Who knows if it's a trap.

"Buzz."

"Find out as soon as possible, old K."

When he was thinking about it, the call came back, Zuo Zhong nodded slightly after reading it, judging from the previous communication, his partner probably didn't know about this matter, otherwise he wouldn't use the word "as soon as possible".

Also, the White Blood Cell Project is the top secret of the Guo Party, and the specific executive personnel are under surveillance all the time. For high-level personnel like him, their external communications will also be monitored.

Old K Xu Weiming is only the deputy director of the Jinling Party Headquarters, and he has no way to inquire about such classified information. If he really inquires about it, the first thing he will do is probably to confirm or test it out with himself.

"Buzz."

"Find out as soon as possible, old K."

The phone rang again, and the exact same message was sent again. Zuo Zhong's expression became serious. The situation was far more serious than he had imagined. He lightly replied to the message with his finger to indicate that he had received it.

At the same time, in the bedroom of the small courtyard on Zhuque Street in Jinling, Xu Weiming looked anxiously at the indicator light on the radio, and the rope connected to the grenade fuse on his wrist trembled up and down.

Suddenly a green light flashed, his eyes lit up, holding the earphone with one hand, and quickly recorded on the paper with the pen held in the other hand. Ten seconds later, he quickly turned off the power of the radio.

"Ula~Ula~"

The wailing sound of a police car came from far outside the window. Xu Weiming let out a slow breath and leaned back in his chair. The enemy's electric reconnaissance cars became more and more active, which was not a good thing for them.

In the past, there was at least 10 to [-] minutes between shutting down the phone and hearing the siren, but now the two happen almost at the same time, which shows that the radio direction-finding technology of the intelligence agencies of the Communist Party of China is improving rapidly.

I don't know if Qiuchan can get the relevant information. A thought flashed in his mind, and then he smiled wryly and spread out the newspaper, and used the code book to decrypt the encrypted message. There were only four words on it.

"Got it, wait."

Xu Weiming slowly loosened his brows, tore up the paper on the table and threw it into his mouth, chewing vigorously, thinking of the content of the first telegram, his face showed worry again.

Infiltration, white blood cells, these two words are seen separately, nothing can be seen, but they are easy to understand when put together, that is to replace the red blood cells of the underground party with the white blood cells of the fruit party.

At that time, the organization will not have any secrets from the enemy. This situation is very scary, not to mention that Shanghai is the location of many important institutions, and once something happens, it will affect the overall situation.

Underground Party Shanghai Central Bureau.

All China.

Iron Association.

Shanghai Shanghai Secret Radio Station.

Shanghai International Secret Radio Station.

and many more
It is necessary to contact the Southwest immediately and report the information to Shanghai. This matter should be done sooner rather than later. Maybe the spies will rush into these places in the next second, and many comrades will face danger to their lives.

Xu Weiming took off the fuse tied to his wrist, got up, took a book from the bookshelf, and walked back to the table. While flipping through the book, he quickly edited a secret message, and then sent it out.

A string of radio waves invisible to the naked eye was emitted from the small courtyard, reflected back and forth between the atmosphere and the ground, spread thousands of kilometers away, and was finally received by a radio station in the southwest jungle.

"Old K's telegram."

"Yitian, immediately."

The two voices exchanged a few words briefly. Not long after, a middle-aged soldier in a coarse military uniform and an octagonal hat rode away with a telegram. When he came back again, the sun had already set.

"Shanghai Teke, use millimetres."

(no typo)
"Yes, Minister."

Following the firm reply, the hasty and crisp sound of electric keys continued to sound, and a radio station covered with black cloth emitted radio waves, flying towards the huge modern city on the coast of the East China Sea.

"Drip drip"

In Gaolang Bridge, the junction of the French Concession and the Huajie in Shanghai, in a Shikumen house, the lights in the three-story pavilion are dim, and the dormer window on the south roof is tightly covered by a thick quilt.

"It's millimetre."

"Quick, it must be important information."

The tone of the person who issued the order was a little dignified. Millimeter is an encrypted method for the central government to communicate with the general headquarters, the headquarters of each corps, and important agencies in various places, and the level of confidentiality is very high.

This set of cipher code system consists of two parts. The first part is used for sending and receiving telegrams, including the contact wavelength, code and time. This part of the information is all kept in the operator's mind.

The second part of the translation information is all English letters and Arabic numerals, related to the book title, book number, header information, page number, line number and word order, and informs that both parties hold multiple copies of the same book.

The telegram itself is a code, and its content is just a simple digital index. If you indicate which book, page, and line are sent, you can find the corresponding Chinese characters in the book.

This has the advantage that even if the operator masters the first part of the cipher mechanism, as long as the superior has the key book, even if the operator betrays, the enemy still cannot decipher the ciphertext.

The only disadvantage of this kind of secret code is that in order to ensure absolute security, the second part of the code book needs to be transported by manpower, and cannot be distributed on a large scale, and can only be used at important nodes.

That's why the person who issued the order will become so nervous. If there are no particularly important matters or tasks, the superior will not use this set of passwords. After all, the fewer times the password is used, the higher the security.

The small clock in the three-storey pavilion was ticking, and the operator who received the call calmly recorded a line of letters and numbers on the note, then turned around and handed the note to the figure in the shadows.

"The password is here."

"Turn off the radio, I'm leaving first."

"be careful."

"kindness."

Heiying nodded, rolled the note into a roll and stuffed it into a cigarette, put the cigarette into the cigarette case, and pressed the peaked cap smoothly, the protruding brim of the hat covered the face, making it hard to see clearly.

He went downstairs, opened the door, closed the door, walked out of the lane along the side street, and stepped onto a main road. Although it was late at night, it was very lively here, and all the passers-by were workers in overalls.

There are many factories nearby that need to go on and off the night shift, and it is close to the French Concession. The secret radio station is set up here. In case of emergency information received in the middle of the night, no matter whether it is connected or evacuated, it will not attract attention.

The black shadow skillfully moved through the crowd, sometimes got into the restaurant and left through the back door, sometimes crossed the road through crowded roadside stalls, and walked back and forth between the Chinese border and the French Concession several times.

If the party secret agents and the French patrols do not have law enforcement powers in each other's jurisdiction, either party must declare in advance when entering the other's jurisdiction. Such frequent entry and exit are enough to expose the enemy's whereabouts.

The only thing to worry about is the cooperation between the two parties, but if you want to find the French at this point, you can only go to places like technical institutes. Anyway, the Gallic rooster will never go out to arrest people in the cold winter night.

After half an hour, he called a rickshaw and reported the name of the place. After arriving at the destination, he walked around in circles until he confirmed that there were no stalkers, and then stopped another driver and said.

"Juleida Road in the French Concession."

"Okay, watch your step."

The coachman replied and bent down to push down the handlebars. Julaida Road is the core area of ​​the French Concession. It is safe with the police station and barracks.

Hei Ying sat in the car with a natural expression, watched behind him covertly along the way, and finally got off the car at the intersection of the street, then walked through several remote alleys and walked into a new-style residential building.

I don't know how long it took before he appeared on the side of the street with a pale face, thought for a while and walked towards a certain place. The colorful neon lights shone on the elongated figure, which looked a little dark and unclear.

(End of this chapter)