"Hi."

"Mr. Chunshan, I hope to arrest you as soon as possible. During the process, Section Chief Yunzi needs to arrange it and try to make the arrest more perfect."

"Kun Haruyama wants to be arrested together and continue to lurk among the military-controlled agents who surrendered to the Empire."

"According to his current identity, it is relatively convenient to arrange work and monitor these spies who have defected over, which is conducive to the future control of the empire's true attitude towards these people."

"Yaxi."

"Kun Chunshan, it's not a pity that he is an excellent agent of the Empire. He always thinks about things from the Empire as the perspective."

"Since Chunshanjun can no longer lurk to the newly sent military commander secret service in Chongqing, it is not very meaningful to continue lurking."

"I will arrange for people to spread the news that the Shanghai stationmaster of the Military Intelligence Bureau, Shui Donglou, could not withstand the temptation of the empire, and took the initiative to surrender to the empire and confessed the relevant list of Kuomintang spies."

"You will bring it back later. The specific arrest time will be scheduled at 1:00 a.m. for unified action."

"Zhushanjun can send information to these people a few minutes in advance to eliminate his suspicion. The source of the information is from where the new Shanghai webmaster is obtained."

“…”

Nan Zao Yunzi still explained many precautions, and this time he arrested the remaining Military Affairs Bureau agents.

Then my achievements cannot be suppressed by anyone who wants to suppress them. It is natural to take the opportunity to transfer to Mei’s office.

"Hi."

***

Public Concession.

There is a tavern on Nanjing West Road, with a somewhat dilapidated storefront, a crooked tavern signboard, and white Spring Festival couplets on the door frame.

Ma Dong looked at the pedestrians around him. At this relatively remote corner, there were not many people coming and going.

Press the brim of the hat and push open the old wooden door. The rich smell of alcohol hits the face, and people who have never drunk alcohol may feel uncomfortable.

The small room of more than ten square meters was filled with wine jars of different sizes, and an oil lamp was placed on an old wooden table in the middle, and the flames were rising and falling.

"Here you come."

An old voice came, and an old man with a cane hunched back walked out of the house.

"Forehead..."

"Old man, I need three cents of daughter red and five cents of burning a knife. I will be happy tomorrow."

This is the joint code given by the superiors. The Communist Party will have a traffic stop in every area. It is to deal with the large flow of combat personnel behind enemy lines.

Where to work, you must first go to the transportation station to confirm your identity. If there is no problem, someone will naturally take over the organizational relationship.

"There is no more knife burning, I can exchange you for six cents of red sorghum rice wine to celebrate the joy of moving to the house."

The old man did not look up, but just reviewed according to the established procedures.

“…”

"Please put it inside."

The old man turned around and walked towards the inner room with the confirmed Ma Dong.

There are kerosene lamps hanging on the walls, so you can barely see clearly. Apart from a dirt kang, there are some daily necessities.

The old man came to the kang and lifted up the bed roll, and the bamboo mat and wooden boards on the bottom of the exposed area.

When you gently lift the wooden board, the hole more than one person wide appears.

"Go down."

"Forehead..."

Ma Dong was a little trembling when he saw such an environment. If it weren't for the secret code, he would have thought he was going to the underworld.

After Ma Dong entered, the old man recovered everything and came to the outer room and waited quietly.

8:30 points.

The door of the tavern was pushed open again, and Liang Hongda came while the moonlight came.

"Old Sun."

"Long time no see, you are in good health."

Liang Hongda was full of respect for this early revolutionary comrade. He still couldn't let go of the revolutionary cause in his seventies and took on that heavy responsibility with his broken body.

"Why..."

"The body is worse than before, but as long as the Japanese are still here for a day, they can't let themselves fall down no matter what they say!"

The old voice contains extremely firm beliefs, like the colorful clouds reflected by the afterglow of the sunset, and like the warm sun shining on the earth.

"yes."

"The future of China still needs to rudder the rudder to soldiers like you, and the rise and fall of the nation also needs you to guide the direction."

"You always have to take care of yourself, and I believe that this kind of ravaged life will not last too long."

Liang Hongda supported Mr. Sun and walked.

"kindness."

"I hope so. I still want to wait until I die, break the bone and sprinkle it on this hot land..."

The two came to the inner room.

"Go."

"He's here, no problem."

Liang Hongda naturally had no doubt about his words. He took the initiative to lift the wooden board and walked step by step along the steps towards the depths.

Ten square meters, one table, and a space of more than five meters deep without any sense of oppression.
Chapter completed!