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Chapter 749 A Telegram

"Recently, the smuggling has been rampant, the chairman instructed your department to deal with it seriously, and the murderers and smugglers must not be allowed to go unpunished.

The pensions for the casualties involved in the case were generous and favorable, and Wu Chunyang's military rank was promoted to a higher level of appointment, and the relevant procedures were reported to the headquarters of the bureau for handling.

In addition, after the case is over, immediately go to Chang'an to be responsible for the leader's security and security work, and serve as a personal guard, so there must be no mistakes. "

Zuo Chong looked at the telegram signed by Dai Chunfeng and was a little speechless. It doesn't count if Lao Dai went to die by himself.

People can let the bald head go for the sake of the overall situation, but if they are a spy like them, how can they have good fruit if they are caught by the underground party.

Since the 16th year of the Republic of China, the Guo party has had too much blood on its hands. Which underground party has no comrades, friends, or even relatives killed.

I'm afraid this kind of blood feud cannot be stopped by one or two orders. It is normal for a few people to die in such a chaotic environment of mutiny.

In short, you must not go to Chang'an, at least not before the bald head is arrested or the negotiation is over, otherwise his life will be in danger.

Fortunately, there are only a few days before that day, and he can use the excuse of handling a case to stay in Jinling, which should not arouse suspicion.

As for the smuggling case.

Needless to say.

The bald-headed telegram clearly stated that the murderer and the smugglers were severely punished, and the financial backers and real masterminds behind it were not mentioned at all.

So the case can be investigated, and the murderer must be stopped when the murderer is found, and no digging is allowed. After all, the chairman also lives in a vacuum.

Besides, people gave hush money, the pension was generous and preferential, and it was not easy to be promoted to a first-level military rank. In the party-state, you have to learn to accept it when you see it.

Zuo Zhong made up his mind to fold up the telegram and put it in his pocket, then looked up at the panicked telecommunications section chief, and said angrily.

"Why are you panicking? I thought something big happened. Be careful in the future. Don't let outsiders see the jokes of our Secret Service."

"Yes, Deputy Director."

The telecommunications section chief wiped the sweat from his brow, wondering if he was panicking, or because he was frightened by your smiling face and killing spree.

But asking him to refute is not courageous. It would be bad if he is treated as a typical example by the other party, so he nodded submissively.

Zuo Zhong snorted coldly, turned around and put on a smiling face to politely send the officials away. The Secret Service had no spare money to treat these insects to dinner.

Time flies,

Three or four days passed in a blink of an eye.

Late at night on December 1936, 12.

Zuo Zhong tore off a calendar on the desk, looked at the words on the 12th that said meeting relatives and friends, making an alliance, and burial, and took a puff of cigarette.

In a few hours, the whole world will be shocked by what happened in Chang'an, and I will also go through a severe test.

As the deputy director of the secret service, he must be negligent if he didn't discover and respond to this incident before.

On the other hand, if the bald head ran away early because of his early warning, it would be a big trouble, Zuo Zhong didn't dare and couldn't gamble.

Dilemma,

dilemma.

It's about his current situation.

The only way is to send ambiguous information at the right time, so that after the event is investigated, it can be explained to the above.

Zuo Zhong had researched for a long time before, and felt that this time was the most suitable, firstly, it seemed urgent, and secondly, even if he wanted to leave with a bald head, he would not be able to leave.

At this time, Chang'an was heavily surrounded by the Northeast Army and General Yang's troops, and the only way to leave was by plane.

With the current technology, the risk of night flight is very high, taking off rashly can easily cause flight accidents, and no pilot dares to fly.

Looking at the time again, he put the cigarette butt out in the ashtray, took out a pen and quickly wrote a message to Lao Dai on the paper.

Information cannot be sent to bald heads.

What if the other party really ran away?

What needs to be vigilant is that Chang'an Station and Chang'an Camp Preparatory Office, these two external communication channels may have been monitored by the Northeast Army.

He should pay attention to the confidentiality level and even the content of the telegrams he sent, so as not to be directly killed by the young marshal who finds out the problem.

Under the dim desk lamp, Zuo Zhong finished copying the telegram, got up and walked out of the office to the telecommunications department, and called the person on duty.

"Send it to the bureau, an ordinary secret message."

"immediately."

With a serious face, he told the operator who he was communicating with, and then urged him again, looking very anxious and uneasy.

Facing the order of the deputy director, the radio operator did not dare to be sloppy, immediately put on the earphones to adjust the frequency, and pressed the power button to send the message.

Watching the operator's movements, Zuo Zhong narrowed his eyes slightly, and used ordinary secret telegrams to avoid arousing the vigilance of the surveillance personnel.

The rest depends on whether the cheap teacher can understand the content. If he can't understand, he can change the school in a few days.

Drop drop drop.
Following a series of key beeps, radio waves flew to Chang'an, a thousand kilometers away, and were finally captured by a radio station in a compound.

This place is the newly established Chang'an Station of the Secret Service. As a Class A large station, a high-power radio station is the most basic equipment.

In one of the rooms in the courtyard, Dai Chunfeng was sitting in front of the brazier and warming his hands. It was really hard to endure the cold weather in Chang'an in December.

But there is no way. He failed to perform the mission in Hong Kong City and was detained by the Hong Kong British Government Police Department. He had to face the bald head and beg for forgiveness.

This matter is very important. The chief fear of an intelligence organization is losing the trust of the top leadership.

"Deng Deng."

Dai Chunfeng was thinking about how to curry favor with the bald head when someone knocked on the door, and Ma Zhichao, the station master of Chang'an Station, walked in.

This person dared to be so presumptuous, it was because he was in the first phase of Whampoa, and he had served as a bald bodyguard before, and he was always unconvinced by Lao Dai.

What's more, Dai Chunfeng is a guilty person. Many people think that the director of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics will be replaced soon, so he didn't invite him.

Dai Chunfeng glanced at the other party, and without getting up, he asked directly: "Stationmaster Ma, why don't you rest in the middle of the night, what can you do with me?"

"Director Dai, the Telecommunications Department of the Headquarters has sent a telegram from Deputy Director Zuo. It seems a bit strange to be humble, so I specially sent it to you."

Ma Zhichao grinned, and suggested in a strange way: "You should take care of the people under you. You even got the time of the telegram wrong. It's really wrong."

If it wasn't for the inappropriate occasion, he really wanted to laugh a couple of times, saying how amazing Zuo Zhong is, but now that he looks at it again, he might have blown it out again.

"Wrong time?"

"Careful end?"

Dai Chunfeng frowned, took the telegram and looked it over, and found that it was an ordinary classified telegram, and the content was normal.

They were talking about the daily affairs of the Secret Service, but the last time of the telegram was really wrong, and December 12 was written as December 11.

How could Shen Mo make such a low-level mistake, Lao Dai couldn't believe it for a while, and looked down again carefully.

Looking at it, Dai Chunfeng found something abnormal. The whole telegram seemed to be reporting work, but it didn't have any real content.

Looking for something to say, Lao Dai was convinced that Zuo Zhong couldn't perfuse himself in this way, thinking of this, he silently looked at the wrongly written word 3.

3
His eyes widened suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he quickly connected the third word of each paragraph of the telegram, and recited silently in his heart.

"There seems to be a change in the Northeast Army."

Seeing these seven words, Dai Chunfeng's head suddenly exploded. What is a change, it is clear that someone wants to harm the leader.

When he first arrived in Chang'an, he saw many students marching and petitioning in the downtown area, chanting slogans on the road and posting slogans everywhere.

The content was all about calling for the cessation of the civil war, opposing the civil war, and unanimous resistance to Japan. At that time, he thought it was just a trivial matter.

Now it seems to be a sign that the political atmosphere in Chang'an is not normal, and the Northeast Army is likely to have connections with the underground party.

No wonder some people say that the Young Marshal and General Yang are surrounded by many leftists and in the army, and they are all high-level figures.

For example, a certain battalion commander and a certain secretary of the Young Marshal's Guard, as well as General Yang's secretary-general, are also considered to need special attention.

In addition, after the chairman flew to Chang'an, he asked the Northeast Army to attack the underground party, but was rejected by the young marshal, and the two had a big fight.

In the days that followed, the young marshal asked many times to go north to fight against Japan to no avail, but one day he suddenly changed his mind and asked the leader to stay in Chang'an for instructions.

This abnormal situation shows that the other party has long harbored dissatisfaction, and the chairman and himself are standard self-inflicted traps this time.

Lishan!

Lishan!

The chairman lives in Huaqing Pool, and there is a battalion of the Northeast Army nearby, with about 500 people, equipped with light and heavy machine guns and mortars.

As for the guards, there are 30 guards in the Huaqing Pool courtyard, and 70 military police in Yuwang Temple, a total of 100 people, which is less than a company.

Once the opponent made a move, the guards could not resist at all. Dai Chunfeng was very anxious, but on the surface he looked as steady as a mountain.

Ma Zhichao had served in Chang'an for seven or eight years, and he was very familiar with the Northeast Army. It was hard to guarantee that this person was not involved in this matter.

At a time like this, no one is trustworthy. The most urgent thing is to find a way to inform the chairman to leave Lishan immediately.

There is the 3th Division of the 79rd Route Army of the Central Army stationed in Tongguan. It will be safe there, and the young commander will never attack the 79th Division.

Dai Chunfeng thought about it for a while, and felt that using the phone to give an early warning would be the fastest, so he walked to the phone in the house and said to Ma Zhichao.

"Stationmaster Ma, you can leave. I have official business to ask Huaqing Pool for instructions. I won't keep you. Remember to knock on the door before entering."

Ma Zhichao, who slammed the door and left after Old Dai finished speaking, regardless of his ugly face, slowly picked up the microphone and calmly asked the operator to connect the line.

"I'm Dai Chunfeng, take me"

"Sorry sir, there is a problem with the line."

A lazy female voice sounded, directly rejecting his request, without even asking about the connection, obviously there is a problem.

Dai Chunfeng didn't say a word, he hung up the phone vigorously, and sat down on the grand teacher's chair beside him, his eyes glazed over.

The communication has been cut off, and it won't be long before the gang of rebels should do it. I have offended the young marshal many times, so I definitely won't be able to escape.

The facts were exactly as he thought. Five minutes later, a group of Northeast Army soldiers with live ammunition rushed into the room, shouting loudly.

"Catch Dai Chunfeng!"

(End of this chapter)