spy cloud

Yingzuo re-read the materials about Zhang Tianhao, and felt angry for a while, but also ignited the determination to fight Zhang Tianhao.

After all, he never loses to anyone, especially a Chinese.

But what really made him feel helpless was this Zhang Tianhao. It seemed that no one outside had ever known his true identity, or even who he was.

This question is also a question he has been thinking about.

"Come here, send a telegram to the super high school in Xinjing, requesting to send us a copy of all Zhang Tianhao's materials!"

He just called out to the secretary outside, and then sat down again to reevaluate Zhang Tianhao, a particularly dangerous person.

He almost concluded that Zhang Tianhao definitely did it. After all, only Zhang Tianhao had such ability. As for the method, he didn't know.

……

Zhang Tianhao didn't know that Yingzuo already knew his identity, even if he knew, he wouldn't care about it, after all, there were not many people who wanted to know his real identity.

Except for a few of his personal bodyguards, no one else knew his current identity at all.

He was really sitting at home, looking at the telegram in his hand, and the expression on his face was also a bit weird, after all, he had received a telegram that he could never have imagined.

It turned out to be a telegram from Yan'an, and he was directly transferred to the underground party comrades in the Yangtze River area.

He was also given the call sign of a radio station. Obviously, Minister Li had already determined that he had this ability, so he did so.

He could only smile wryly a few times, and then shut up to rest. If he went this way, he would have to prepare a large amount of supplies, and then transfer them out of Shanghai and hand them over to comrades all over the way.

It seemed easy to say, but he knew that it was quite difficult and dangerous to do.

But don’t do it if it’s dangerous? This is not his style, nor is it his character. He still has to do it, even if he pays everything, he still has to do it.

Thinking of this, he sighed, so he had to prepare all the supplies and contact the underground party here, and then transfer some supplies out.

He is equivalent to playing the role of a transportation line, but this transportation line is really too difficult compared to the comrades of the underground party.

Comrades from the underground party provide materials, and he is responsible for transportation here, and he also has to prepare a large amount of materials and send them there together.

How could he just let all the comrades of the underground party collect supplies?
Thinking of this, he was moved for a while, but soon realized that it was not difficult to use his transport ship, the only thing was to be more secretive.

All work must be done by trustworthy people, and it cannot be publicized, even Qianzhong Wu Teng must be properly concealed, and outsiders cannot be known, and the less known the better.

Looking at the call sign of the radio station, he knew that it was an underground call sign for comrades in Shanghai. It was not that difficult, the only thing was to communicate with it.

Especially now when the rumors are very tight, he slowly thinks about it, and then starts to think of a way. After all, he still has to work hard to solve some things. It's just difficult, and it's still a big problem if it's not solved.

It wasn't in his character to hold back either.

"By the way, there is one more thing, which is to transport some supplies to Chongqing. Smuggling is still possible. Especially luxury goods."

With this in mind, he drafted a telegram and went upstairs again.

……

"Hey, this is a new telegram. Does Shanghai really have our comrades?"

While deciphering the code, Xiaomeng looked at the telegram in front of her in surprise, her hands trembling a little.

It's just that they are not on the same line, but now they have to contact Lao Zhang.

She quickly received the content of the telegram, and then directly copied the content of the telegram in secret language, and the original telegram was directly burned by her to prevent the Japanese from leaving evidence.

Picking up the fiat currency that was secretly written just now, she carefully put it together with other fiat currency, and then put it in her small wallet.

Looking at the weather outside, it was dark again before I knew it, and it would be nine o'clock soon.

At this time, relatively speaking, it is quite safe, even if it is not a concession.

Carrying the small bag, she simply put on some makeup, then put on a hat, an ordinary long windbreaker, and her little leather shoes, and then went downstairs.

Outside, there were not many people at this time, and most of them had already gone home after dark. People who had been busy all day rarely enjoyed the warmth of home.

But Xiaomeng had no chance to enjoy it at all. Her home had already been destroyed in the flames of war, and his relatives were killed in the flames of war. The hatred for the Japanese can be said to be deep down.

But she survived with tenacity, and the person who helped her was Lao Zhang. She was also developed into an offline by Lao Zhang, and even gradually became a telegraph operator.

Lao Zhang taught her almost hand in hand to become a qualified underground worker and an outstanding fighter.

She tried her best to walk into the shadows. At this time, the waist of the windbreaker was tied up, but she looked quite delicate. But this night, no one appreciated it. On the contrary, she didn't care about her appearance.

What she cares about is the telegram sent by her superior, whether she can complete the task of her superior.

Half an hour later, she successfully came to Lao Zhang's antique shop. At this time, Lao Zhang's antique shop was closed under normal circumstances, and Lao Zhang was the only person in the antique shop.

As for the man, he has already left and gone home.

She stood at the door of Lao Zhang Antique, looked around, and found that there was no one around, so she reached out and knocked on the door below.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Boom!"

"Dong dong!"

With the rhythmic knock on the door, the familiar and special knock on the door, she still looked around vigilantly to prevent other people from appearing around.

After all, the current spies are too rampant, and almost the whole of Shanghai is shrouded in white terror.

And Lao Zhang, who was resting upstairs, also heard the knock on the door downstairs, and couldn't help but frown. After listening carefully for a few times, he became even more puzzled.

He was too familiar with the knock on the door outside, it was a special trick he taught.

"Damn it, I don't know what time it is, the Japanese and the spies are going crazy, and they came here in the middle of the night." She couldn't help but cursed secretly, and then didn't even turn on the lights, and didn't even put on her shoes, Go straight downstairs.

When he got outside, he opened the door directly, pulled Xiaomeng into the store, then looked around, and saw the light of a flashlight not far away, he was also taken aback, and closed the door casually.

Similarly, in the darkness, no one knew if there were other spies staring at him. After all, once he was spotted, he would be quite troublesome.

After entering the house, Lao Zhang was also standing at the door, sticking tightly to the door, listening to the movement outside, he heard footsteps not far away, obviously someone was going to pass by him.

Although he couldn't see clearly now, he still gave Xiaomeng a hard look. He had the urge to scold someone, but he also knew that this was not the time to scold, but he could only ask when someone left. Little Dream.