Cicada Moving

Chapter 1330 A fortune

In the Harbin Police Department, the office area of ​​the Special Agents Section was unusually quiet. In a room labeled Special Operations Team, four or five agents were looking through files.

According to Gao Bin's order, all staff of important agencies outside the city must undergo background checks, and document review is the simplest and most important task among them.

As a result, a large number of documents were sent to the Secret Service Division, which included not only personnel files, but also the daily performance of these people, and even records of surveillance and surveillance, as well as files on relatives and friends.

In the Northeast, surveillance by the Japanese and Manchukuo is everywhere, and even the traitors who work for them are not trusted.

These spies were censoring others, and maybe someone was censoring them next door. This highly distrustful ruling method exposed the guilty conscience and harshness of the puppet Manchukuo.

After gathering information from multiple departments, the review office was filled to the brim with piles of documents. From time to time, someone removed old documents and took out new documents from the half-person-high pile of documents and placed them on the table.

After an unknown amount of time, a traitor in charge of the review stopped flipping through the files, walked to the table near the window, and handed the file in his hand to the middle-aged man behind the desk.

"Chief Zhou, I think this person needs in-depth investigation."

The person in this person's mouth, Chief Zhou, picked up the file, raised his head and wondered: "What's suspicious?"

"The target is a secretary of the Concord Society, but he made anti-Manchu and anti-Japanese remarks during a phone conversation with a friend. Look, the record is here." The man pointed to a certain monitoring record.

Chief Zhou moved his eyes slightly and saw this sentence: The food supply at the end of the month has decreased again, and life is getting harder and harder.

The person who made the report smiled and said: "He is dissatisfied with His Majesty and the Empire. People like this should be caught and brought to the police station for a good trial."

Chief Zhou also smiled, tapped his fingers on the file a few times, and agreed with the other party: "Then check it out, but you have to pay attention to the method, after all, you are from the Concord Society."

The Concord Society was affiliated to the Kwantung Army, and its members were mostly Japanese and Manchurian military and political dignitaries and local gentry. Its main task was to suppress the anti-Japanese forces, and it was very influential in the puppet Manchuria.

The person who reported the report didn't take it seriously, and a trace of disdain flashed across his dark face. The Concord Society is powerful, but it depends on who it is compared with.

Compared with ordinary police officers, those people are really smart and sharp. If they were compared with special agent Kobe, the Concord Society would not have the capital to say no.

Chief Zhou watched the other person return to his seat, glanced at the other people, stood up and poured himself a cup of hot water, and just then a man with a crew cut walked in from outside the door.

"Lao Zhou, are you going to Madiel for a drink tonight?" The crew-cut man took off his leather gloves and put his arm on the pile of documents and asked casually.

"I won't go. It's not like you don't know my guy's temper." Chief Zhou looked helpless and glanced at the inner pages of the file that the crew-cut man accidentally opened.

Su Qiwen.

Pilot of the 3rd Air Force.

Relative Su Qiwu, death, cause of death.

Chief Zhou's voice paused and asked aloud: "Are you here to convey Section Chief Gao's new order?"

The flat-headed man who was about to lower his head heard the sound and looked around to make sure that everyone else was working. He immediately approached Chief Zhou and whispered.

"There are no new orders. Section Chief Gao is still searching for anti-Japanese elements outside the city. I think this matter is pending. The military commander is not a fool. Okay, I'll leave when you don't have time. That guy of yours is not easy to mess with."

After joking, the crew chief turned and left. Chief Zhou looked around the room with his peripheral vision and found that no one noticed him. He quickly put Su Qiwen's file among several files and returned to his seat to sit down.

In the evening, the veteran agent voluntarily left work, leaving only a newcomer in the room working hard.

Chief Zhou put on his gloves, carried his briefcase and walked out. When passing by the newcomer, he stopped and said with concern: "Go back early, the work is never finished."

While speaking, he blocked the newcomer's view with his body and threw the Su Qiwen file hidden behind the briefcase into the pile of documents that had been read.

"Thank you, Chief." The newcomer was moved and watched the kind Chief Zhou walk out of the office.

Horvath Street.

The dim street lights illuminated the road and the snow. Chief Zhou in the driver's seat glanced at the rearview mirror and recalled the information points in Su Qiwen's materials in his mind.

On the outskirts of the city, Wanggang Airport, the Third Flying Team, my brother died in the hands of the Japanese.

If Gao Bin's conjecture is correct and there is indeed a military mole hiding in an important agency outside the city, then Su Qiwen is highly suspicious.

Because of this, Chief Zhou took the risk of exchanging files to protect Su Qiwen. This was a bit impulsive, but it was worth it.

No matter who Su Qiwen is, as long as he is anti-Japanese and patriotic, he must protect the other party, even if it all stems from his speculation. The car drove into the alley and merged into the darkness. Harbin was brightly lit and bustling at night, but the station of the Third Flying Force was silent. Groups of Japanese soldiers were walking around Wanggang Airport carrying the 38-year-old cover.

In the pilot's dormitory, Su Qiwen didn't know that he was almost exposed. Intelligence operations were like this. No matter how well planned, accidents would happen.

Lying on the hard bed, looking at the dark roof, he could hear the discussions of other pilots in his ears.

"You have heard, right? The Japanese took away our files. I think it won't be long before we arrest them."

"Arrest people? Why do they arrest people!"

"Yes, we are all traitors, what else do the Japanese want?"

The discussion was filled with complaints and complaints. These pilots in the Third Flying Force were simply working as monks for a day and did not believe in such nonsense as the co-prosperity of sun and mites.

Even if they were forced to take off, they would be lazy whenever possible, and even deliberately help the anti-Japanese troops hide their whereabouts. When the Japanese asked, they would say that the anti-Japanese elements had escaped into the dense forest, and the reconnaissance field of view was not good.

The reason why the pilots behaved like this was not only because they had received higher education and understood the concepts of country and nation, but more importantly, the Japanese oppressed them too much.

For example, the Japanese instructors frequently punished the puppet Manchukuo pilots corporally, and the punishment was without any reason. Hitting the body with a wooden stick as thick as the arm was really unpleasant.

Su Qiwen was startled when he heard that his file had been transferred. He was inevitably panicked for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure and took out a few bills and handed them to his friend in the bed next door.

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"Lao Li, when you go to the market tomorrow, buy me a roast chicken from Chen Kee Restaurant. Mention my name to the boss, he knows my taste."

"Yeah, I'll keep it for you and eat it when you get back." Lao Li agreed happily. After collecting the money, he started chatting with the people next to him. He seemed to be a talkative person.

Su Qiwen breathed a sigh of relief. Mr. Chen had said that if there was an emergency, someone could go to Chen Kee Restaurant to report the matter.

The method of reporting the message was also very clever. There was no need to write or send a message. All he had to do was buy a roast chicken. This meant that he was in danger. This covert method of contacting agents was a novel experience for Su Qiwen.

Suppressing the excitement and nervousness in his heart, Su Qiwen slowly fell asleep until he was woken up by a loud wake-up call early the next morning.

All internal services of the puppet Manchukuo army copied the Japanese army. According to the "Infantry Drill Code" issued by the Japanese army in 1940, non-combat orders such as getting up, turning off lights, roll call, and serving meals were all delivered by bugles.

Get up, train, and have breakfast. After dinner, Su Qiwen put on his flight suit and went to the hangar, where he circled a Nakajima Ki-27 A fighter several times.

The Ki-27 fighter jet is a monoplane researched and produced by the Japanese Army in the 1930s. Due to its eagerness to enter the war, it had many flaws. The aircraft was seriously damaged in the battle with the Air Force of the Republic of China. If not for this, The Japanese were reluctant to hand it over to the Puppet Manchukuo Air Force.

After Su Qiwen inspected the fuselage and main components, he entered the cockpit with the help of ground crew. After going through a set of strict inspection procedures, he waved to the Japanese instructors and instructors outside through the glass.

Taking this opportunity, he took a quick look at an area at the end of the airport, where six green-painted aircraft were parked and surrounded by a layer of barbed wire.

On the tarmac, the instructor with Rendanhu asked the instructor for his opinion. Seeing that the instructor had no objection, he issued an order to the tower to allow takeoff.

In the Third Flying Group, puppet Manchukuo pilots did not have any freedom. All flight activities must be approved by the Japanese, and surveillance was naturally indispensable.

On the runway, the Ki-27 fighter jet flew faster and faster. Su Qiwen pulled the joystick and skillfully piloted the aircraft into the air, and then used experience and ground reference objects to fly towards the predetermined airspace.

Three ditches.

A group of "earth-turning" people were lying in the woods on the roadside, staring at the dirt road outside. Occasionally, a few trucks and ox carts passed by on the road, making the already muddy road even more difficult to walk.

After waiting for a long time, Zhen Sanjiang rubbed his head with the barrel of the shell gun and turned to ask Ruilin, who was wearing a white sea dragon hat.

"Brother Ruilin, where did you find out about the gold mine transportation route? Our brothers also had the idea of ​​​​Sandaogouzi Gold Mine before, but unfortunately it didn't work out."

Zhen Sanjiang seemed to be just curious, but his gleaming eyes couldn't deceive anyone. He was eyeing Ruilin's information channels, and why should he share the benefits with others when he could obviously take them all for himself.

Ruilin glanced at Zhen Sanjiang lightly and said calmly: "Master, snakes follow their own paths, rats follow their own paths. There are some things you don't need to ask too much about. This is just your first cooperation. As long as you have the courage to make a fortune, Not to mention gold mines, I can also find the construction drawings of the Devil’s Bank.”

This sentence revealed a lot of information. Ruilin directly made it clear to Zhen Sanjiang that he had a backstage. As for which backstage, let the other party guess.

Zhen Sanjiang's expression is less greedy and more flattering and eager. With reliable information channels, his good days are finally coming. No one can block his way of making money, not the government, not the Japanese.

Ruilin responded with a smile, feeling a little worried in his heart. The military command was well informed, which was a good thing for the joint resistance against Japan, but in the future, would they be able to deal with such an enemy? This question is worth pondering.

Suddenly, the spy who went to inquire about the news ran up to Zhen Sanjiang and said, "Master, the idea (target) is here!"