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Chapter 696 Dangerous Joint

Looking at the bustling crowd, Mr. Li couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and he began to desperately recall the tricks of anti-stalking in public places that the Red Russian instructor said.

First, you can't make eye and body contact with anyone, second, you can't make eye-catching movements, and third, you can't make noise, which will expose your whereabouts.

The tracked person should enter a closed place as soon as possible, use building corners, tall pedestrians and dark places to hide, keep quiet and look for targets that are different from ordinary people.

The so-called difference from ordinary people includes a series of standards such as movements, expressions, and behavioral logic. Of course, there may be no abnormalities. This depends on experience to judge.

But what he lacks is experience. As the hospital director of the Anti-Japanese Alliance, his task is to treat the wounded, not to work in secret.

Who made him the only one in the team who knew medicine? In order not to be deceived by profiteers and scammers with fake medicines, he had to come forward to buy medicines. There are many comrades in the secret camp waiting for these life-saving medicines.

think of these,

Especially those wounded comrades,

Mr. Li bit his lip and strode into a cinema. He glanced at the timetable on the wall and his watch, and found that a movie was about to end soon.

When the time comes to leave along with the crowd of moviegoers, you can hide yourself to the greatest extent and confuse possible stalkers. The premise is to change your appearance again.

He looked around, and turned into the toilet calmly. The people here are highly mobile, and the difference between before and after camouflage is not easy to be found, which is very important.

Otherwise, if you wear white clothes before entering the toilet, but black clothes when you come out, maybe someone with trouble will call the police. You must know that there are traitors everywhere in Harbin, and eyes are everywhere.

10 minutes later,

Mr. Li stood in a cubicle, quietly listening to the movement outside, and after confirming that everyone outside had left, he came out and hid the suitcase in a pile of sundries in the corner.

The point of camouflage is to change from one person to another. All items and characteristics that represent the previous identity must be eliminated, otherwise so much preparatory work will be in vain.

After checking for omissions, he put on a dark top hat and walked out of the toilet naturally. Just at this time, the movie was over, and the crowd pushed open the door and rushed out together.

Mr. Li kept his body a little short, raised the brim of his hat and got mixed up in it. After going out, he quickly walked tens of meters along the central street, and then went into an alley without looking back.

Harbin,
This is a very western city.

Before and after the fall of the Belarusian Empire, a large number of Russians came to settle here, including a large number of road construction engineers, survey experts, meteorological experts, and construction technicians.

Under the construction of these people, Harbin is different from other cities in China in terms of functional planning, focusing on the convenience of residents, and there are many small and exquisite streets.

So many roads are connected to each other, forming a complex transportation network, not to mention outsiders, even locals can't guarantee that they know all the places well.

This greatly facilitated Mr. Li's movements. In less than half an hour, he walked through several blocks to Qinjiagang in the south of the city. The streets here are wide and the buildings are magnificent.

The reason is that this place is the location of the railway station, Manchuria Railway Management Department, the Puppet Manchukuo government, consulates of various countries, and Japanese intelligence agencies. Compared with Central Street, it is more solemn.

"咵咵咵"

A group of patrolling Kwantung Army soldiers passed by Mr. Li. Seeing his natural demeanor and light steps, the leading Japanese officer did not have any doubts and continued to patrol.

Qinjiagang is the core area ruled by the Japanese and puppets in Harbin. The police, army, and secret agents can be seen everywhere. There are even light armored vehicles on duty at important intersections at night.

Moreover, all residents and merchants have either passed the most stringent background checks, or have very reliable guarantees from powerful people, and no anti-Manchurian anti-Japanese elements will come here to seek death.

Hearing the sound of footsteps getting farther and farther behind him, Mr. Li exhaled lightly, jumped on a passing motorcycle, sat down at a random place, and looked around.

Someone is reading a newspaper,

Someone is chatting with a companion.

It seems normal.

The quiet Motorcycle Railway moved forward quickly on the tracks, reached the middle of Dazhi Street, turned to the street on the right, and slowly drove into Yizhou Street, which is also known as Gogol Street in Belarusian terms.

With the clanging sound, the vehicle slowed down a little bit to give the passengers time to get off. Mr. Li didn't move until the motorcycle was about to speed up again, and he got up suddenly and got off the car through the rear door.

After getting out of the car, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a Western-style building on the left side of the road, with a striking plaster flag floating on the circular dome, and several guards with live ammunition standing at the door.

That was the Japanese Consulate General in Harbin. Except for the intelligence department of the Kwantung Army, the special high-level class inside was the biggest enemy of the Anti-Japanese Federation. Countless anti-Japanese fighters died under the guns of the opponent.

this blood debt,
One day it will be counted.

Mr. Li turned his head slightly, quickened his pace and continued to walk south. After a few hundred meters, he walked into a coffee shop opened by a white Russian, sat down in front of the window and ordered a cup of coffee.

Holding the steaming cup, he raised his head and cast his eyes into the distance. Across the road, there was a clearly visible sign with black characters on a white background, which said Harbin Education Office.

After waiting like this for a while, at around 11:[-] noon, he got up and went to the bar to greet the waiter, picked up the handset of the phone, and asked for a number.

"Hello, is this Chief Xiong?"

"I'm Lao Li from Sidaohe."

"Then see you at the old place."

"Okay, see you later."

Mr. Li talked to the other party for a few words, hung up the phone, returned to his seat and sat down, his eyes frequently looked outside the window, the intelligence connection is very dangerous, and he must remain vigilant.

There was no way to choose joints. He searched all the small pharmacies in Harbin, but none of them dared to do this business. As for the big pharmacies, it was even more impossible, because they were full of fakes.

For now, I can only ask if there is any channel for the dark thread. As the chief of the basic education section of the Education Department, the other party may know someone in the black market, and the big deal is to spend a little more money.

Thinking of this, he took a sip of ice-cold coffee, suppressed the irritability in his chest, and thought over and over how safe to connect and how to retreat after the connection.

But he didn't know that in a small room in the Education Department, Gao Bin, the head of the general and advanced unit of the Secret Service Division, was listening to the recording of his phone call just now, with an excited expression on his face.

"Is the number confirmed?"

After listening to it several times, Gao Bin reached out to turn off the spinning wire recorder, with a creepy smile on his face, and turned to ask his cronies standing aside.

"It's confirmed. It's the number of the coffee shop opposite the Education Department. We didn't send people in to find the target because we were afraid of making trouble, but there are already brothers around to control it."

The little spy replied respectfully, and pointed out the window by the way. The police station's phone monitoring network is very complete, and it is very easy to find out the phone number.

"Okay! The person with the surname Xiong must be an important figure in the Anti-Union League. Let everyone be vigilant. If anyone lets go of the underground party, then don't blame Gao for not being sympathetic."

As Gao Bin spoke, he opened the curtains and looked out. He vaguely saw five or six customers sitting in the coffee shop. There were not many people. It was not difficult to find the anti-Manchurian and anti-Japanese elements hidden there.

"Hehe, underground party."

After reading it, he said something coldly, and couldn't help laughing at the other party's stupidity. The intelligence contact even used the phone to contact them. Is their secret service department fake? They are really a bunch of laymen.

If the underground party is like this, it won't take long for the Anti-Japanese Alliance around Harbin to be wiped out, and he will become the first puppet Manchurian deputy chief of the Secret Service Section.

Thinking about it, Gao Bin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and kept flicking his fingers on the window frame, as if he saw himself standing on the stage in red and green to accept the commendation.

The little spy saw that the chief was in a good mood, so he asked cautiously: "Captain, it seems that the information given by the Red Russians is still accurate, and it is worthwhile for us to keep an eye on the little Xiong for half a month.

You said, why did they do this? Aren’t the Anti-Union and the Red Russia belong to the same family? The Anti-Union is unlucky, what good is it for the Red Russians, I really can’t figure it out. "

"Shut up, that's not your place to ask."

Gao Bin frowned and looked at the little secret agent. If this person was not his confidant, just because of the question just now, the other party would have to go to the prison of the intelligence department of the Kwantung Army.

The information exchange between the Japanese and the Red Russians is top secret. If those Western countries know about it, the Japanese will be very passive, so only a few people in the Northeast know about it.

If they were not required to handle the case, not to mention the other party, even I would not be qualified to have access to this level of intelligence. The problem is that knowing too much is not a good thing.

He patted the little spy on the shoulder, and said with a little deep meaning: "The boundary between enemies and friends is sometimes blurred, it depends on whether it is beneficial, you should think about it carefully.

In addition, because you have been with me for so many years, I will give you a word, please remember it carefully, be careful that misfortune comes out of your mouth, the military police of the Kwantung Army will not reason with you. "

"Yes, I understand."

The little secret agent shrank his neck when he heard the word gendarme, and immediately stopped talking, and quietly accompanied Gao Bin to monitor the arrest operation at the window, and the atmosphere in the room gradually became tense.

They have dealt with the Anti-Japanese League and the underground party for many years, and they are very clear about the other party's style of action. Once the target discovers the secret service personnel, they will definitely choose to die together.

In that case, today's action would be meaningless, only if someone is caught and the information can be obtained. Gao Bin stared at the opposite side of the road, and after a long time his eyes lit up and he said slowly.

"Out!"

11:20,
Mr. Li took out his wallet, counted out a few yen and put them on the table, stood up and resolutely walked out of the cafe, looked around sideways, and moved towards the gate of the Education Department.

Walking on the road, he felt that today's Gogol Street was a bit too lively, and the number of adult men staying on the side of the road was also a little bit more, but after a closer look, he didn't find any problems.

He didn't have time to think about it, because he missed the connection time and had to wait until tomorrow. Just as he was about to cross the road, a car suddenly emitted thick smoke and then flashed a bright light.

"Boom~"

The sound of the explosion resounded through the entire street, and the pedestrians fled in panic, crowding away the spies who rushed to arrest them, and Mr. Li was also carried away by the crowd.

Anxiously, he tried to walk back against the flow of people, but just after taking two steps, someone grabbed his clothes tightly, and a hoarse voice sounded: "Don't go, there is an ambush!"

(End of this chapter)