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Chapter 722 Integration 1 (Two in One)
Zhuang Zili let the tears on his face fall drop by drop on the table, thinking of the current situation where people pay for their knives and I'm for their fish, he couldn't help crying.

"In the 23rd year of the Republic of China, the headquarters of the Secret Service sent a secret telegram to inform Tokyo Station that a group of personnel from the intelligence department came to Japan to carry out secret missions.

The number of people is unknown, the person in charge is unknown, and the status of the task is unknown. I only know that the level of confidentiality of the task is very high, and Dai Chunfeng is directly in charge.

I have an emergency contact with them, but the other party has not contacted me for more than a year, General Gangcun, what I said is the truth. "

After all, he was still scared, and told what he knew, and he no longer dared to look directly at Wang Zhongquan's bloody head.

one second hero,
One second bear.

Sometimes the critical moment that determines the path of life is only a few seconds. If Zhuang Zili chose to do it just now, maybe there will be a different ending.

After listening to him, Gangcun pondered for a moment and glanced at the traitor Tan Wei, who immediately bent over and whispered something in the other's ear.

Zhuang Zili lowered his head, his eyes were full of murderous intent, he thought that this bastard really hated himself for not dying, and just as he was thinking, he heard Gangcun ask again.

"Zhuang Sang, where are the telegrams sent to you by Jinling?"

"The darkroom of Sunrise Cinema should have been burned by that fire."

"Oh? Please Zhuang Sang rewrite these telegrams, and clearly write down the contact information of the secret personnel from the intelligence department who came to Japan. Is it possible?"

"Yes, General Gangcun, I hope to receive the strictest protection."

"No problem. The Empire of Japan has always attached great importance to friends."

Gangcun got what he wanted, replied with a smile, reached out to cover the small wooden box, and gave Tan Wei an order in a relaxed tone.

"Tan, feed Wang Zhongquan's head to my dog. Anyone who dares to reject our kindness will all receive the most merciless punishment."

"Hay."

Tan Wei lowered his head shamelessly, and walked out holding the wooden box. Before leaving, he snorted coldly at Zhuang Zili, with a hint of sarcasm on his face.

They are all traitors, it is useless for you to pretend to be a loyal and righteous man with the surname Zhuang. When Jinling knows that we have surrendered to the enemy, everyone will face the pursuit of the Secret Service.

It's better to coax the Japanese well, not only can save their lives, but also enjoy the glory and wealth. If he wants to become a master, he must seize this opportunity.

Tan Wei hurried out, and soon there was the frantic barking of wolf dogs, followed by the sound of biting and chewing.

"Yuck~"

Zhuang Zili wanted to vomit involuntarily. Intelligence personnel are also human beings, and they would also feel sick when faced with such things that surpassed the limit of human nature.

At the same time, he had a full understanding of the cruelty of the Japanese, and tremblingly picked up the pen and paper that Okamura handed over and began to write a book.

Half an hour later, Zhuang Zili was taken out of the gate and got into a car. Gangcun in the house looked at what he wrote and said to his followers.

"Contact the Ministry of Internal Affairs① and ask them to immediately check the foreigners, imperial citizens, and expatriates who have entered the mainland after January 1934, and it should be done quickly.

The target information is unknown, and the destination may be any city. First find the personnel related to the important military and political organs, and report it as soon as you find it.

Tell those bureaucrats that this is an important case of the General Staff Headquarters, and whoever disrupts the military's plan will be dealt with by military law. "

"Hayi, Your Excellency the General."

After finishing speaking, the entourage left quickly to convey Gangcun's order. It won't take long for ordinary people in Japan to be affected by this order.

With the prevalence of monarchism, the opinions of the military gradually determined Japan's political direction and policy, and the military became more important.

Gangcun in the tea garden held up his teacup with one hand, stroked the wolfhound licking the blood on its paws with the other, and looked at the green bamboo dancing in the wind.

left heavy,

Secret Service.

These are two tough enemies. The zoo team he placed in Jinling was completely annihilated, and even the ace agent code-named boss died.

He still doesn't know how these people were exposed. The only gain is that he has confirmed that Ryosuke Hase, an expert on China issues, has no problem.

Also, some time ago, the secret base of the Kwantung Army's water supply and epidemic prevention troops was destroyed, and dozens of senior researchers were burned to ashes.

The result given by the Puppet Manchukuo is that the attackers are likely to be the Anti-Japanese League, because they found some traces in the nearby forest after the incident.

The forces that dare to attack the Kwantung Army in the Northeast and are active in the forest, there is no one other than the Anti-Japanese League, and the bandits will not attack Beiyinhe.

Thinking of this, Gangcun shook his head. According to the secret information he got, a considerable number of American-made Thompson submachine guns appeared on the scene.

The Anti-Japanese League is notoriously poor. Under the encirclement and suppression of the Kwantung Army, there was not even one rifle in hand. How could there be a way to equip it with automatic firepower.

This matter may have been done jointly by the underground party and the fruit party. When the Harbin Secret Service Division arrested the underground party in the Education Department, the two parties had cooperated.

What His Majesty Tian Locust and the top officials were most worried about finally happened. A united Republic of China is not in the interests of the empire, and the relationship between the two must be destroyed.

For a moment, countless conspiracies and tricks flashed in Gangcun's mind. After a long time, he smiled slightly, and said that Guo Dang would definitely accept the goodwill of the empire.

After ten days,

In a small shop in Minato-ku, Tokyo, Zuo Zhong looked helplessly at the report of friendly consultations between the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Japan and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Republic of China in the newspaper.

The national government and the bald head really care about eating but not fighting. I can't believe this kind of clumsy tactic to slow down the army. There is no real peace between China and Japan.

"Okamoto-kun, please drink water."

At this time, He Yijun combed the Japanese-style woman's hairstyle, wore a kimono, stepped on clogs, and handed a cup of hot water to him in small steps.

The place where the two are staying is a newly opened small pharmacy, the storefront is about ten square meters, and upstairs is a living room with a smaller space.

Zuo Zhong took the teacup, looked left and right at the medicine cabinets, windows, and counters in the store, and nodded in satisfaction, the decoration cost was not wasted.

This place was originally a small restaurant selling ramen noodles. After they rented it out, they asked the workers to make some minor changes, and started business as quickly as possible.

Too many days have passed since Tokyo Station was destroyed and Fu Ling and others disappeared. We must investigate the matter as soon as possible, and there is no longer any delay.

In addition to monitoring the actions of the construction workers these days, Zuo Zhong also went to several clubs and factories to apply for jobs, but he failed without exception.

Today, he decided to go to the real target to see the situation. No one applied for the vacancies of the three journalists in the Tokyo Daily News.

In Tokyo, a salary of just 25 yen is not enough to support my family, and I can’t even support myself. I’m afraid I have to pay for it to work there.

"Is anyone there? Excuse me."

Just as he was thinking, someone yelled loudly outside the store, and then two armed policemen walked into the store, and quickly glanced at Zuo Zhong and the two of them.

The leading policeman bowed slightly, and solemnly explained his purpose: "We are policemen from a nearby police station, and we are here today for national registration.

May I ask your name and when you came here? According to the requirements of the Metropolitan Police Department, all people who come to Tokyo must provide household registration information. "

"Yes, Mr. Police Officer, I am Shigenobu Okamoto, and this is my wife Natsuko Okamoto. We returned to Tokyo from Chizhou half a month ago to make a living."

Hearing the words, Zuo Zhong replied naturally, motioning He Yijun to go upstairs to get the household registration information of the two, and then quietly stood aside and waited.

He didn't strike up a conversation or make stereotypes. The interpersonal relationship in Japan is not like that of the Republic of China. People are relatively indifferent, and too much nonsense is easy to be suspected.

Within 2 minutes, He Yijun went downstairs to hand over the file bag to the police and stood behind Zuo Zhong with his head down, just like an ordinary Japanese woman.

During this period, the leading policeman has been quietly observing, but found nothing wrong, so he had to open the file bag to check the files inside.

The above information and entry time records are all normal, the stamps of the Shanghai Consulate and Kanto Prefecture are clear, and there is no problem with the secret stamps.

However, returning citizens are the focus of this investigation. The police recorded the information of the two and prepared to go back for verification, especially to the consulate in Shanghai.

The other party had been in the Republic of China for several years. During this period of time, his thinking, behavior and speech had to be checked one by one. No one dared to perfunctory in the military's mission.

"Please put it away."

The lead policeman returned the file bag, and under the leadership of Zuo Zhong, he looked around the store carefully, stomping the floor and knocking on the wall from time to time.

Zuo Zhong laughed and accompanied him, thinking to himself that if Lao Bai's subordinates had one-tenth of the dedication of the other party, the Japanese spies would not even be able to enter Jinling.

After tossing for a while, the two Japanese policemen left. He waved his hand to the door, turned and went back to the house, his face suddenly became ugly.

When he was looking for a job a few days ago, he saw many policemen walking around the streets. He thought it was a big case, but it turned out to be a big investigation.

Such a detailed investigation is definitely not an ordinary police operation, but more like the handwriting of an intelligence agency, and the target is likely to be Fu Ling and others.

Otherwise, the enemy wouldn't ask them when they came here. Besides, when something happened at Tokyo Station, the devils would do this. How could it be such a coincidence.

He bets that the police in other Japanese cities should also be on the move. This is a large-scale counterintelligence operation involving the whole of Japan.

There is a ghost inside,
Still a big ghost.

Apart from Dai Chunfeng, the only ones who knew that the intelligence department had sent personnel to Japan to carry out secret missions were a few high-level officials from Tokyo Station.

To be precise, only Zhuang Zili, Wang Zhongquan, and Tan Wei knew about it, so it is certain that the traitor must be among these three people.

After thinking about it, he confessed to He Yijun and walked out of the pharmacy, trotted onto a tram, and headed for the location of the Tokyo Daily News.

The action needs to be accelerated. Zuo Zhong doesn't know how many things Zhuang Zili and others have mastered. It is related to the success or failure of the canned food plan, and no mistakes can be made.

The tram drove unsteadily for more than an hour, and a magnificent building appeared in front of his eyes, and the Tokyo Niichi Shimbun newspaper office arrived.

Tokyo Daily News,

Founded in 1872, it is a right-wing media that vigorously promotes monarchism. Zuo Zhong got out of the car and took a look at the building, then walked over.

Perhaps it was because there were so few people applying for the job, he met the person in charge of the recruitment through the contact of the guard without much effort.

"Okamoto, please sit down. Welcome to the Tokyo Daily News. I'm Satoshi Ono, the deputy director of the reporter department. I professionally manage new reporters."

A fat man with a hygienic mustache sat behind the desk, pointed at the stool to Zuo Zhong who had just entered, and introduced himself seriously.

"I met Minister Ono."

Zuo Zhong bowed politely, and offered a flattery at his fingertips: "It's really rude to come here. Please forgive me, Minister."

After two or three years in the official circles of the state, his skills in flattering and being flattered are not the same as a few years ago, and it can be said that he has reached the peak.

What is the most embarrassing thing about a deputy is the adverb, it doesn't fart, and it's these people who don't count their speeches. Of course, he doesn't count himself.

In short, if you want to quickly draw in the relationship with Satoshi Ono, language art is one aspect, and attitude is another aspect, which must be made to feel respected.

The other party asked him to sit. If he did sit, he would definitely be made things difficult. Zuo Zhong even suspected that the newspaper's failure to recruit people was related to this person.

"Hehe, call me the deputy minister."

Satoshi Ono's expression didn't change when he heard the word minister, but his tone softened a little: "You're welcome, you haven't joined the job yet."

"No, no, you are older than Okamoto. As a junior, even if you can't enter the newspaper office, you must have some etiquette."

Zuo Zhong hurriedly waved his hands as if he couldn't do it, and retorted righteously, flattering is sometimes hard and sometimes soft.

"Haha, sit down."

It wasn't until this moment that Ono Cong showed a smile on his face, the hygienic mustache on his lips turned up, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became harmonious.

"Thank you, Minister." Zuo Zhong sat down this time. There is only one word difference between please sit down and sit down, but the meaning behind it is completely different and more cordial.

He put his hands on his knees, his waist straightened, his eyes looked at the tip of the other's nose, and he looked open without being too aggressive.

Satoshi Ono smiled faintly, knowing that the young man in front of him understood the laws of how society works, so there was no need to say some polite nonsense.

Thinking of this, Mr. Vice Minister coughed lightly: "Mr. Okamoto, our Tokyo Niichi Shimbun is a big newspaper and has high requirements for personnel.

You have read the recruitment notice, and you should know the specific requirements. You have graduated from elementary school and can use words proficiently. I don’t know how you can prove it. "

"Your Excellency, please review."

Zuo Chong stood up abruptly, respectfully placed his files and several current affairs reports on the other party's desk, and then stood aside.

The task required the job of a reporter, and he had to ensure that there were no mistakes, so he naturally came prepared, and the prepared things would be used soon.

Satoshi Ono looked at these things quickly, feeling more and more satisfied in his heart. Okamoto's handwriting is strong and powerful, with accurate words and smooth writing.

What is more difficult is that the analysis of current events is quite insightful, with a high-level view of the overall situation, and some words are more sophisticated than many old reporters.

Looking at the academic background of the file, it fully meets the recruitment requirements of the newspaper, so he stood up and stretched out his right hand, and said very kindly.

"Welcome to Tokyo Daily News, Okamoto-kun."

　① The Ministry of Internal Affairs is in charge of police affairs in Japan.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)