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Chapter 721 Tokyo (Two in One)

After receiving the inspection, Zuo Zhong walked out of the gate of Tokyo Port. He Yijun looked at the crowd and asked, "Mr. Gangben, where should we go now?"

"Go to the hotel first."

Zuo Zhong was carrying two suitcases, and glanced at the police across the road: "Just stay in the port area, the person we want to meet is nearby.

It's better to go to the embassy and consulate area. There are many foreigners who come to Japan for business. These guys are very well-informed, so we can find someone easily. "

He Yijun understands that when the number of foreigners increases, the Japanese's control over the place will inevitably be affected, and it will be easier for them to fish in troubled waters.

If you live in an area where there are only locals, once there is a problem with your movement, you will face door-to-door searches by the military and police, and the situation will be dangerous.

The two called a human tricycle and headed for the consulate area along the seaside road. The street scenes they saw along the way made them a little heavy in the car.

Shiny cars, tidy roads, bustling markets, and well-dressed pedestrians, Shanghai looks a bit shabby compared to here.

He Yijun couldn't understand why the Japanese invaded the Republic of China when they were already so rich. Could it be that wealth can only be obtained through plunder.

Zuo Zhong seemed to be aware of her thoughts, patted her hand lightly, and sneered in his heart, Tokyo looked prosperous, but it was just a tower built on sand.

Relying on foreign debt and borrowing to stimulate the economy, how long can it go? The Japanese government will not last long without launching a foreign war.

While thinking about each other, Zuo Zhong and He Yijun came to the embassy area and found a hotel to check in. The registration procedures and procedures were not as complicated as Harbin.

After all, Tokyo is the capital of Japan, and it represents the face of the locust. The Japanese government will not wantonly harass the residents.

But it's hard to say in private.

Zuo Zhong put his luggage on the ground, and glanced out of the window, there were two young men in suits leaning on the poles and smoking on the side of the road.

They seem to be chatting, but their heads are turning with the pedestrians coming and going. The back waist and clothes are bulging, and they should be carrying weapons.

A patrolling policeman passed by and nodded as he passed by the two men. He was obviously very familiar with each other and knew their identities.

"What's wrong, Okamoto-kun."

He Yijun packed up the toiletries, moved to the window and asked softly, with a normal tone, just like an ordinary conversation between husband and wife.

"It's nothing." Zuo Zhong shook his head, and explained with a smile: "I haven't returned to China for a long time, and I feel a little timid at home for a while, and I don't know what will happen in the future."

In the enemy camp, you need to act cautiously. Talking less and doing less may not be safe. What they have to do is to do things and say things that suit their status.

The two discussed the "change" in Tokyo for a while, went out for a walk, familiarized themselves with the surrounding terrain, and returned to the hotel after having lunch.

in the afternoon.

Zuo Zhong bought a lot of old and new newspapers, firstly because he wanted to find a job that could move freely without arousing suspicion as a cover.

This time he plans to open a small pharmacy and let He Yijun be in charge alone. The prices in Tokyo are not lower than those in Jinling, and it will cost a lot to open a large pharmacy.

What they did in the Republic of China and Harbin was just a small business. They shouldn't have so much money. They have to perform a full set of acting, and they can't leave any omissions.

Second, he wanted to find information related to Tokyo Station and Fu Ling through the news reports in the newspaper, and analyze the public information.

No matter how useless the members of Tokyo Station are, facing the capture of Japanese intelligence agencies, there are always a few warriors among the more than 100 people who dare to shoot.

As long as a gun is fired, the newspapers of the day will definitely report it. Even if there is no specific information due to news control, you can still look for side information.

For example, abnormal situations in hospitals, firefighting, and transportation. Sometimes clues are hidden in these details, waiting for those who are interested to discover.

Zuo Zhong quickly browsed the local or national newspapers such as "Tokyo Niichi Shimbun", "Asahi Shimbun", "Yomiuri Shimbun".

His attention was mainly on social news and job recruitment columns, and soon, a line of headlines in bold and black aroused his interest.

"Central District Fire"

The central area is located in the center of all districts in Tokyo, hence the name. It is the economic, information, and commercial center of Japan after the Meiji Restoration.

There are many banks here, and the Tokyo Stock Exchange is also located here. According to the locals, the air in the central area is full of money.

And the agency of the Tokyo Station of the Secret Service is located in the Ginza business district in the central area, and the cover is a movie theater, Zuo Zhong just found out.

I have to say that this arrangement is very imaginative. The theater has a large area and many employees, which makes it easy to hide weapons, radio stations and staff.

Therefore, the Tokyo station has been in operation for several years. Except for the sacrifice of a few spies because of the family members of the spies, no major work mistakes occurred.

Zuo Zhong recalled the relevant information in his brain, and read the report with his eyes at a glance. His face was not very good-looking, and the situation was worse than he thought.

The newspaper clearly stated that a fire broke out in the Rising Sun Cinema in Ginza recently, and the 25 dead were all employees of the cinema.

25 people.

25 sleeper intelligence agents.

This is basically the same as the number of resident personnel in the Tokyo station agency. Only two people are missing, either running away or being captured by the enemy.

He hated the traitor that might exist. Even if these people's professional skills were not good, they would have successfully penetrated into the enemy's camp for several years.

The secret service spent a lot of money on them and forged relatively perfect identities and backgrounds, which was all in vain.

Looking at the publication time of the newspaper, it was just three days after Tokyo Station was destroyed by Japanese intelligence agencies. There was a photo below the text.

The photo is a bit blurry, but you can see the Western-style buildings emitting heavy smoke, Tokyo firefighters holding water hoses, and a large group of policemen.

deception,
Do firefighters need so many police officers?

Zuo Zhong's eyes were serious. There must have been a firefight at that time, and the enemy might have suffered casualties. Starting from this, we might be able to figure out the situation that day.

Also, it doesn't take three days to print a newspaper. The most reasonable explanation is that the matter has reached the top of the Japanese hierarchy, and the content of the news has to be censored.

This is very reasonable. Devils have always attached importance to intelligence work and regarded it as the only rule for a small country to win a big country. It has been like this for hundreds of years.

Send Tang envoys,
International students,
The monk who traveled across the ocean,
Japanese pirates.

The identities are different, but the purpose is the same. They are all to obtain Chinese intelligence from various channels, so that one day they can occupy this huge country.

In the past, they were the ones who calculated others, but now it is their turn to be calculated by others, they will definitely attach great importance to this matter, maybe even the locusts know about it.

I don't know what instructions this shellfish lover will give. Several people in the Japanese military have been scolded again. After thinking about it, Zuo Zhong continued to flip through the newspaper.

kindness?
what is this.

On the recent Tokyo Daily News, he found an announcement that the other party wanted to recruit three reporters who would be responsible for covering news in downtown Tokyo.

Reporter, the activity area is still in Tokyo, Zuo Zhong lifted his head and checked the requirements, but he was amused by the first treatment content.

These days, the monthly salary of ordinary Japanese workers is about 30 yen, and the monthly salary of mental workers and low-level military officers is a little higher, around 60-70.

Looking at the Tokyo Daily News, it costs 25 yen a month, and I went to my grandma's house with a black heart. No wonder this job posting has been posted for so many days.

But that's good, no one is competing with him for this position, Zuo Zhong originally planned to create a few small accidents if the competition was fierce.

The applicants are all dead,
Doesn't the job belong to him?

Zuo Chong smiled and continued to read the notice. The criteria for applying are simple, with a primary school education, proficiency in using words, and it is best to know how to take pictures.

Except for the last one, it means that there is no requirement. Also, the salary is so low. If the requirements are higher, the devil will be willing to be this reporter.

He thought about it for a while and thought he could give it a try. His file was reviewed by the Shanghai Residents' Group and reviewed by the Special Higher Course, so he was not afraid of investigation.

What's more, the place of origin registered in the cover identity is Tokyo, and all the family members died in the Great Kanto Earthquake, so there is no relationship network to investigate.

The big earthquake is good. If you can’t explain it, just push it to the big earthquake. The school I went to—the earthquake collapsed, and the people involved—the earthquake killed me.

The key is that, apart from some special background checks, the ordinary police will not be suspicious when they see this information. After all, 14 people died in the earthquake.

In almost every household, several relatives and friends were killed. In addition, the fire destroyed a lot of household registration information, and many things were impossible to investigate.

As for proficiency in using words and taking pictures, they are the basic skills of intelligence personnel. From this point of view, this job is tailor-made for him.

"Yo Xi."

Zuo Zhong, who was too involved in the drama, muttered something in a low voice, and then looked for some job advertisements, planning to go to Tokyo Daily News.

He can't be too purposeful, and he can't make people feel that he is rushing to this extremely low-paying job, which is illogical.

Zhuge has been cautious all his life, Lu Duan is not confused about major issues, he needs to be careful at every step in a dangerous situation, Tokyo Station is gone, it is useless to be anxious.

Just when Zuo re-read the newspaper.

In a beautiful Japanese-style garden in Chiyoda District, Tokyo, there are two men sitting opposite each other in the tea garden, with different expressions on their faces.

One of them was kneeling on the ground in a black patterned kimono, about 50 to [-] years old, with a thin face, dark skin, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

Another younger middle-aged man with a Chinese character face fidgets, with scars on his face and neck, wearing a Japanese military uniform without a title.

The man in the black-patterned kimono turned his head to look at the courtyard on the right, pointed to a pot of bonsai blown by the cold wind, and said in very standard Chinese.

"Zhuang Sang, please look, these emerald jade plants are planted in shallow pots, and they are tall and short, with boxing stones and decorated with moss, isn't it very interesting.

Just want to appreciate it, it needs a long time to take care of it, avoid the hot sun in summer, prevent night dew at night, and keep away from severe cold in winter.

Even so, the time for its most beautiful posture is only a few months. This is the case with bonsai, so why not our life. "

"General Gangcun."

Guozilian raised his head and showed helplessness: "What do you want to say, I am a rough person, I don't understand these metaphors, please get straight to the point.

I betrayed the staff of Tokyo Station, and I can't turn back. If I can't get your protection, I will be shot to death by gunmen when I go out.

As for the style of the Secret Service, you, as the intelligence chief of the General Staff Headquarters of the Japanese Army, should be very clear that they will not let any traitor go.

Especially the deputy chief, Zuo Zhong, who is sure to take revenge. I have killed so many brothers, and the killer who carried out the ruling might be outside. "

The two people in the conversation were Zhuang Zili, the station chief of the Tokyo Station of the Secret Service, and Major General Okamura, the head of the Second Department of the Japanese Army Staff Headquarters.

The truth is similar to Zuo Zhong's guess, Zhuang Zili, the master of the station, chose to betray the country and the nation, and became the dog of the Japanese.

"Ha ha."

Gangcun smiled indifferently, reached out to take off the steaming kettle on the charcoal stove, added some tea for himself and the other party, and then opened his mouth slowly.

"Zhuang Sang, you are a top student in the second phase of the Whampoa Military Academy in the Republic of China, don't you even understand that beauty is fleeting, this is not the attitude that cooperation should have.

Although you helped us wipe out the Tokyo Station of the Secret Service, those are dead people. In the intelligence industry, dead people have no value.

So if you want to get the protection of the empire, just a Tokyo station is not enough, you have to lure that Chinese named Zuo Zhong to Japan. "

At the end of his talk, his eyes were dark, and he put the teacup on the table in his hands, looking at this despicable traitor with piercing eyes.

Even if the other party is willing to cooperate with the empire, Gangcun still looks down on this kind of person in his heart. A soldier should not surrender no matter what the reason is.

But look down on it, look down on it, use it or use it, he hopes that there will be as many soft bones as possible, so that he can embezzle the Republic of China.

the other side.

When Zhuang Zili heard Gangcun's words, he really wanted to slap the Japanese major general and lure Zuo Zhong to Japan, but the other party could say it out loud.

Everyone knew that Zuo Zhong seldom went out. During his stay in Jinling, the secret service office and the dormitory area were on the same line.

Will such a cowardly, cowardly fellow who is greedy for life and afraid of death, come to Japan because of his own words? It's impossible to even think about it with your ass.

At the same time, he was terrified of the Japanese's intelligence-gathering capabilities. The fact that he graduated from Whampoa Phase II was a top secret, and few people knew about it.

Of the entire Secret Service and the Bureau of Statistics and Investigation, only Dai Chunfeng has his real information. Could it be that there are nails planted by the Japanese around Director Dai?

He thought quickly for a while, moved his lips and tentatively said: "That's not what you said when you persuaded me to surrender, how can you break your promise.

I understand that if you want to be treated preferentially, you must reflect your value, but Zuo Zhong is cautious and will not go out easily for things that are not particularly important.

Even if I send a telegram as the stationmaster of the Tokyo station, the other party will not believe it. According to the rules of the Secret Service, out-of-office lost contact must be screened.

Before the screening is completed, the telegrams I sent have no effect. General Gangcun, please believe me, what I say is the truth. "

"I know about this, wait a moment."

Gangcun laughed happily after hearing this, and clapped his hands outside the tea court mysteriously, and a tall middle-aged man walked in nodding and bowing.

Holding a wooden box in his hand, this person came to the tea table and knelt down on the ground, handed the wooden box to Gangcun with both hands, and kowtowed obsequiously.

"Your Excellency, the things have arrived."

"Tan Wei!!!"

Zhuang Zili's eyes were burning with fire, wishing to kill this bastard with a single shot. If the other party hadn't surrendered to the enemy and betrayed the country, how could he have been exposed.

The leader of the No. [-] operation team at Tokyo Station rebelled, and the consequences were too terrible. None of the senior intelligence stations were spared, and all of them were arrested.

Under torture, he had no choice but to open his mouth. As a result, almost all the brothers he had known for many years were wiped out, and very few escaped.

Seeing the culprit now, Zhuang Zili couldn't restrain his killing intent any longer, and clenched his hands under the table tightly, eager to try.

"Station Master Zhuang, Lao Zhuang."

Being stared at by murderous eyes, Tan Wei didn't care at all, and tapped the wooden box with his hand: "I advise you to be smart, do you know what this is?

Your Excellency, can you allow me to open the box, which will help Mr. Zhuang understand his situation as soon as possible and concentrate on serving the empire. "

He warned his former boss once, and asked the current owner a doggy question. After speaking, he looked up at Gangcun, who nodded slightly.

Tan Wei was overjoyed when he saw this, carefully opened one side of the wooden box, and slowly turned the contents inside, a strange smell immediately permeated.

Zhuang Zili gritted his teeth and watched this guy's movements. He was also curious about what was in the box, so he turned his attention to this not too big box.

"Zhongquan!"

In the end, it was just a glance, and he couldn't hold back his tears anymore, because it contained the head of Wang Zhongquan, the leader of the intelligence team of Tokyo Station.

The other party died without resting his eyes, his face was full of traces of being tortured, and his ears were stuffed in his open mouth. This scene made people shudder.

"Zhuang Sang."

Gangcun smiled and said: "I know that Zuo Zhong once sent a group of people to the empire, if something happens to these people, he will probably come to Tokyo.

I want to know where they are. Wang Sang is unwilling to cooperate, so he can only die. Dear Zhuang, please don't let me and the empire down. "

"I"

Zhuang Zili burst into tears and cried bitterly.

　The transition should be over, I still have to think about how the plot will unfold.

　　There shouldn't be too many transitions, otherwise many book lovers will feel watery.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)