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"report!"

"Come in!"

Doiyuan looked at Ozawa who walked in and asked with some confusion.

"Xiao Ze, what's the matter?"

"It's like this. Today we were patrolling on that road in Xicheng District and found something strange. The Sanyo factory was sealed off, and the Siyang factory seemed to have been closed down as well. Many supplies were being packed up."

"The Sanyo factory was shut down. Which idiot did it?"

"It's the military police, led by Miss Huizi. We also asked the security guard at the gate. They said Huizi followed the orders of their superiors. Because their factory has a large amount of food stored, they directly sealed it off and are waiting for the results of the higher-ups to decide whether to lift the seal!"

"Idiot, idiot!"

When Fatty heard this, he was so angry that he slammed the table and started cursing loudly.

"Fuck, are all the military police stupid? Why did they issue such an order? Isn't this forcing Jing Ping to leave Shanghai? Now all the supplies have to be packed up and taken away. It seems that there is no place for him in the whole of Shanghai, haha!"

When Fatty thought of the terrible thing, the expression on his face became excited, and even his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"You are so stupid. Now I am begging you to do something for me, but you force me to leave Shanghai. That's great, you are a good man of the Empire!"

"Stupid, stupid as a pig, hahaha!"

Fatty almost shed tears while laughing. After all, he had never thought that the gendarmerie would do this. It was really heartbreaking, one thing after another.

"Ugh!"

In the end, the fat guy sighed and didn't want to say anything.

After all, this matter was not his responsibility, but the admiral's. If he intervened, it would be more trouble than gain.

Thinking of this, he picked up the two telegrams on the table, glanced at them casually, and smiled bitterly.

The first password sent was a rolling word, and there was only one word, which was obviously randomly sent out by the novice when practicing.

They often encounter such situations. When novices practice, they randomly set a channel and then practice directly.

The second letter was interesting. It directly packed up the materials in the factory. However, these were not only from the Sanyo factory, but also from the Shiyo factory. After all, the Shiyo factory was built by Jiichiro Keihei. Except for some old equipment, the rest all belonged to Jiichiro Keihei.

……

Shanghai Anhe Metallurgy Factory is a metal smelting plant. It not only melts metals, but also processes many metals commonly used in life.

For example, aluminum products, copper basins and the like.

Two middle-aged men in their thirties stood aside, smoking and looking at the five workshops.

However, there was no one in the five workshops at this time, and the workers had already gone off work. After all, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening.

"Xiao Quan, how are your arrangements going?"

"There is one last place. If there are no problems, we can finish it tonight."

The middle-aged man of Xiao Quan responded immediately, looked at the middle-aged man opposite him, and took a few puffs of a cigarette in his hand.

"Where are you?"

"I have one last one here too, I'll finish it tonight!"

"Well, once we're done, it will be easy."

Wang Quan responded, then looked towards the door with a serious face.

Then I saw several figures walking towards the door, and they looked particularly serious under the light.

"Lao Qiang, it seems like a dog is coming!"

"Gouzi!" The man with the old gun glanced at the people who walked into the factory and was also surprised. After all, Gouzi's coming would cause some trouble.

"It seems that we have to be more careful tonight, otherwise we will capsize in the ditch and suffer a great loss."

"Well, I finished it last night. What bad luck."

"Okay, let's go, let's continue patrolling!"

The two men put down their cigarettes, then walked one in front and one behind, patrolling towards other parts of the factory.

……

In an iron and steel plant in the north of Shanghai, a young man carefully hid in a corner with his back to the wall, looking at the three patrolling security guards who just walked past, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

As soon as three patrols passed by, he carefully flipped to the other side, and with a roll, he appeared directly in a corner of the factory.

Although there were a lot of things in the factory and they were scattered everywhere, this person didn't make any noise after flipping over them. It was obvious that he was quite familiar with the factory.

"Damn it, I took a job like this in the middle of the night and have to act before dawn tomorrow. I'm so angry."

The black shadow muttered something directly, but his figure did not hesitate at all. He flipped under a workshop, put something inside, and then hid it carefully.

Then, a slight ticking sound was heard from inside.

However, the black shadow did not end there. Instead, after turning around the workshop, it went towards another machine. There was something placed under almost every important machine.

In the large factory building, the full package of things disappeared after half an hour, and the black shadow also climbed over the wall and disappeared directly into the darkness.

At this time, not only this factory, but also countless factories on the north and south sides, all marked by Zhang Tianhao, had similar situations.

Although these factories are private factories, their importance is self-evident.

If the general took out the factory relocation map, he would definitely find that the list on the map included all the factories here, and there was still a certain amount of surplus.

All of these factories were taken over by the Japanese, and there were not many private factories. Even if there were, they were private factories owned by some wealthy and powerful people in Shanghai.

In Ping'an Restaurant, Afeng and Zhao Chuan had already finished their drinks. They sat there, took out their chess pieces, and played them out of boredom.

As for the restaurant, most of the workers had already gone off work, and apart from a few security guards, there was no one else.

Zhao Chuan also stayed here to be on duty. After all, the safety of the restaurant is quite important, not to mention there is a lot of money here.

"Mr. Zhao, you're not playing chess very well. You're going to lose again!"

"I lose, so I admit defeat. There's nothing I can do about it!"

"Indeed, as a chess player, you still need to train the chess pieces in your hands and become familiar with them. This will allow you to go further."

"It's difficult, it's difficult. Look, there are a lot of chess pieces on my table, but they are in disarray. It's not easy to concentrate them to deal with you!"

"Haha, I know what you're thinking. Unfortunately, you're worried about this aspect. Otherwise, the young master wouldn't be worried. I thought you were worried about something else at first, but now it seems that the young master is worried about this aspect."

"I just thought of this when I was playing chess just now. If I hadn't lost to you and hadn't condensed all the chess pieces into a rope, I wouldn't have lost to you either."

Zhao Chuan sighed helplessly, and he also understood what the young master was worried about.

"Can we trade one on one?"

"It's no use. Master has tried it. It's so difficult, so difficult!"

Zhao Chuan sighed again. Zhang Tianhao had talked to all the Shanghai underground party members, but if they were to be concentrated for training, their identities would be exposed, which would be very detrimental to their concealment.

If revealing one's identity is just for training, then it is totally unnecessary.

Moreover, they could not leave their posts for training, otherwise it would easily attract the attention of spies. (End of this chapter)