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Chapter 854 Old Photos

Here, Zuo Zhong and Ban Jun were discussing how to punish traitors in Shanghai, while Gui Youguang, on the other side, was walking on Xihuade Road to ask for alms from various shops, his eyes scanning the pedestrians on the street from time to time.

The road in front of him is named after Seward, an American diplomat in the 19th century who was the U.S. envoy Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary to China.

This place is a gathering place for hotels, high-end apartments, and dance halls in the Japanese-controlled area. For the sake of Yamato Nadeko, many white people come here to have fun.

With these Onsa gangs present, the law and order situation is naturally relatively chaotic. There are a large number of patrols and soldiers from the Japanese navy and army patrolling nearby.

In just 5 minutes, Gui Youguang saw three teams of military police armed with live ammunition, and a dozen patrolmen passing by him, and he frowned secretly.

With this patrol intensity, it is impossible for them to storm the Blackwood Hotel where the target is located, and they can only adopt the method of sneaking in secretly.

But it is not easy to take the target away in a hotel where people come and go without alarming the guards. The enemy will not just watch them act.

After receiving the rice ball from a shop owner, Gui Youguang said something about Amitabha, turned around and walked towards the Blackwood Hotel, ready to take a closer look.

As a result, as soon as he came to the door, he was stopped by a few gangsters with sharp mouths and monkey cheeks. The other party didn't care about Buddhism or not, so they started searching when they came up.

Fortunately, he came to investigate secretly, and he did not carry any weapons or suspicious items on his body. Even so, he was knocked out of a few French coins, even the monks were not spared, his greed is evident.

Not only that, but the gang of scum also asked him a few questions, such as where he came from, what kind of transportation he took, what the driver and driver looked like, where to get off, and so on.

These problems must not be underestimated. The other party has been in Shanghai for many years and is very familiar with the things on the street. If they make up random things, it is easy for them to see the flaws.

The experienced Gui Youguang certainly wouldn't panic in the face of a few traitors, he calmly dealt with the cross-examination, in order to reduce suspicion, he stopped from time to time to recall for a moment before answering.

Human memory is limited, and in most cases, what comes out of the mouth is either a lie or a story fabricated in advance, either of which will arouse suspicion.

Seeing that the great monk had no money and his answers were all correct, the traitors released him cursingly, and scrambled into the crowd looking for the next blackmail target.

Gui Youguang watched the other party go away with one palm up. From the corner of his eye, he looked at a young man in plainclothes who was passing by, and left the front of the Blackwood Hotel without stopping.

This is a professional intelligence officer. He has dealt with spies for so many years, and he can smell the smell on the other party's body even if it is three miles away.

For example, in order to avoid being caught in close combat, the hair is specially cut short.

For example, walking erratically, looking around the eyes of the surrounding environment.

For example, in order to draw the gun at the fastest speed, the right hand is constantly swinging back and forth at the waist.

These are all in line with the characteristics of spies. It seems that in addition to regular patrols, the Japanese also deployed a lot of special forces around the target. Could it be that they are really setting traps?
Gui Youguang's brain was running fast, and he felt that this possibility was very high, but the other party couldn't possibly know that the Secret Service came to rescue him, and it was a top-secret operation.

So who would risk their life to save a child?
The public identity of the target mother is a member of the Secret Service Headquarters. Will the Secret Service Headquarters send someone to rescue the family members of the victims? The answer is impossible.

Xu Enzeng is absolutely at the forefront of receiving awards for meritorious service, saving people, hehe, the Japanese should be very aware of this person's virtue, and the trap is definitely not aimed at one place.

The Underground Party would come to save people, but the enemy didn't know about it at all. Judging from the information obtained by the deputy director at Muyu, the other party didn't say a word after being arrested.

The Japanese just regarded him as an ordinary national government agent, at most he had important information, a determined national government agent, and would not think in the direction of dissidents.

So there is only one possibility left, that is, the child's relatives will come to rescue the target. Based on the known information, there is a high probability that it is the child's father.

The spouses of the latent personnel are mostly partners. The Japanese may want to continue digging through the father of the child to find out more national intelligence personnel.

Thinking of this, Gui Youguang turned around and walked into a shop diagonally opposite the Blackwood Hotel. While talking to the boss, he used the reflection of the cabinet glass to quickly observe the building behind him.

This is an eclectic three-story building with seven or eight windows on each floor. If nothing else, there are at least 12 to 14 rooms on the first floor.

Even if ignoring the gendarmes and traitors around the target, assuming that there is one resident in a room, how to hide the eyes of these thirty or forty people is a big problem.

In addition, there was a figure shaking on the top floor, as if the fourth floor was being urgently built, which indicated that the hotel business was good, otherwise the hotel management would not do anything unnecessary.

Obviously, the density of people in the building is definitely higher than he guessed, the biggest enemy of secret operations is not the opponent, but the ubiquitous witnesses.

No matter how perfect the preparations are, as long as someone howls at that time, their actions will be exposed, and they can't be killed one by one, because they are not butchers.

Moreover, the Hongkou Telephone Office, the Wansui Pavilion and the Broadway Building, which are also the hotel, stand separately around the hotel, and there are no residential buildings for observation.

If he stayed for a long time to check the spot, he might be noticed by the Japanese immediately, even if there was an excuse for alms, so he only had one chance to scout the scene.

Realizing the urgency of the situation, Gui Youguang hurriedly bid farewell to the shop owner, walked into the alley and walked around the Blackwood Hotel far away, trying to find clues that could confirm the existing information.

When he walked near the telephone exchange, he found that there were four rooms on the third floor at the back of the Blackwood Hotel with their curtains closed. It was daytime, so why did you draw the curtains.

After thinking for a while, he glanced at the traitor who suddenly appeared behind him, knowing that he couldn't stay any longer, he walked unhurriedly towards the International Settlement.

Perhaps it was because he appeared too abruptly, until he walked across the Baiwaidu Bridge, the other party still followed closely behind, not caring about the patrols everywhere.

After walking like this for two or three hours, the traitor stopped following him. Gui Youguang didn't return to the safe house immediately, and continued to circle aimlessly in the concession.

In the afternoon, after making sure that there was no follower behind him, he slowly walked into an alley extending in all directions and disappeared.

An hour later, Gui Youguang, who had changed his clothes, walked into the backyard of the grocery store, raised his hand and knocked on the door of the guest room.

"Dum, thump..."

"Enter~"

Walking into the room, Gui Youguang saw that the deputy director was sitting in front of a map, concentrating on calculating something with a pen in one hand, and silently counting with a watch in the other.

"Report, I went to see it. The area around the Blackwood Hotel is heavily guarded, and there are signs of Japanese intelligence personnel's activities. There is a lot of traffic inside and outside the hotel, making it difficult to move."

He reported the situation truthfully. To be honest, if it wasn't for Shangfeng's order and the target was the loyal children, he would definitely not approve of the rescue operation, which would be death.

Trading a child with a well-trained intelligence officer—it wasn't worth it, it might be inhumane and cruel to say that, but good guys don't work as spies.

Intelligence activities pay attention to the small and the big, to be prepared to attack the unprepared, and to do it knowingly. It has no meaning except sacrifice in vain, at least not suitable for rescue targets in the near future.

"Sit down and talk."

Unexpectedly, Zuo Zhong didn't seem to care at all after listening, and nodded casually, asking him to explain the specific situation in detail.

Gui Youguang had no choice but to introduce today's investigation process in detail, and once again emphasized the danger of the operation.

Listening to his report, Zuo Chong marked the patrol routes of the Japanese army and the police, the approximate interval, the number of spies, and the location of the spies on the map.

Through the drawing, it can be clearly seen that the Japanese have set up a huge encirclement circle at the Blackwood Hotel, surrounded by the Japanese army, traitors and agents.

Once the operation is discovered by the opponent, the secret service operators will be unable to escape under heavy siege. This mission is more dangerous than ever before.

After drawing the schematic diagram, Zuo Zhong repeatedly confirmed that there were no omissions in it, quickly recorded the content in his mind, and then destroyed the map, and finally left a sentence of action at 12 o'clock and hurried out.

Seeing the deputy chief leave in stride, the big bald head scratched his head in doubt, is this going to find support, but this time he followed the deputy chief to Shanghai by himself?

If he couldn't figure it out, he didn't want to think about it at all. He just lay down on the bed and slept with his clothes on. Obedience to orders is a soldier's bounden duty. Since the deputy director said 12 hands-on actions, then he just needs to execute them.

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6 hours before action.

In an interrogation room in the patrol room of the public concession, Ban Jun was handcuffed and sitting on a chair. Opposite him was the leader of the Red Team, the detective Kuang Fuan who was lurking here.

"Why are emergency contacts enabled?"

Kuang Fu'an looked tired, looked at the patrolmen walking around outside the blinds with two red eyes, and asked a hoarse voice.

A complex expression flashed across Ban Jun's face, he sighed and asked: "How many people in the red team can move now, I'm talking about the situation at all costs.

The operation started on time at 12 o'clock in the evening. If the party sent their most elite secret service, we are responsible for containing the enemy, and they will be able to rescue Xiaobao safely. "

"Including me, three."

Kuang Fu'an replied in a deep voice, and then looked at Ban Jun seriously: "I asked to participate in the rescue operation. In terms of familiarity with Shanghai's terrain, no one can match me, including the people from the Secret Service.

I want to go to the Blackwood Hotel in person. As a...husband, I am unqualified. I watched my wife being taken away by the gang of traitors and Japanese, but I couldn't do anything. "

Speaking of this, the captain of the red team, who was surrounded by hundreds of spies from the Secret Service Headquarters, blatantly killed the traitor and left, showed his vulnerable side in front of outsiders for the first time.

His hands on the table were tightly clenched, his nails pierced deeply into his palms, blood slowly flowed down his fingers, his whole body shivered slightly in the darkness, weeping silently.

Resisting the heart-piercing pain, Kuang Fuan choked up and said, "Xiaobao is her and my child. This time I must take on the responsibility of a husband and father. Please approve it."

The army was silent. When the Japanese entered the concession to arrest Xiaobao's mother, the other party accompanied him as a representative of the patrol house and witnessed the arrest of his lover and son.

The dearest relatives are close at hand, unable to recognize and rescue each other, and pretending to be normal to deal with the enemy, this kind of pain is incomprehensible to others.

In order to protect the party's secrets, Xiaobao's mother, even Xiaobao, who was only a few years old, never looked at Kuang Fuan from the beginning to the end, and the family said their final farewell at gunpoint.

Personally, he wanted to agree to the other party's request, but in terms of organizational discipline, he could not agree, because the other party was related to the lives and safety of countless underground personnel.

After a long silence, Kuang Fu'an, who didn't get an answer, wiped his eyes, sucked his nose hard, forced himself to regain his composure, and said in a firm tone.

"I am embarrassing you. I obey the order. I am ready to act at 12 o'clock in the evening. I will go first. Someone will release you later. If there is an emergency, please call my office directly."

After finishing speaking, he opened the door and walked out of the interrogation room, passing through the bustling office staff and prisoners to the door of the patrol room, when suddenly a little snowflakes fell in the sky.

In the distance, the dim light of street lamps refracts and smudges the snowflakes into a tawny color, as if turning the city into an old old photo.

Under the street lamp, a pair of lovers embraced each other and confide in each other their parting feelings. The wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger, but they couldn't hide the breath of love that filled the air.

They may be separated today, rushing to their respective futures, and also rushing to the distance. Missing is like snowflakes hanging on the eyelashes, melting in the snow and ice, inconspicuous.

People in a hurry on the road don't know this pain, and the leaves falling with the wind don't know it, but the cold wind whizzing past knows it, and the birds spreading their wings know it too.

(End of this chapter)