Chapter 612: Jingzhe

The rainstorm has not stopped, and there is still no sign of it getting smaller. The bean-sized raindrops are crackling on the windows. There are lightning and thunder in the distant sky from time to time.

Another thunder passed, shaking the window lattice three times. In the dark study, there was only a table lamp with a dim light. Lu Boda, the secretary of the Shanghai underground party organization, put down the paper with handwriting and the signature of "Pei Min" in his hand, and then took out the film from the small box, unfolded it, put it under the table lamp, and adjusted the angle.

In the film, it was Xia Changguo lying on the sofa, and the blood seemed to spread through the film. The corpses lined up in the living room proved that these Japanese spies were buried with Xia Changguo.

He sighed a long time, shook his head helplessly, put down the film, picked up the cigarette, lit it with a kerosene lighter, and then picked up the paper full of information and put it close to the lighter. In an instant, the flame rose from the bottom to the top.

He put the burning paper into the ashtray on the table, watching the paper burn out bit by bit, breathing the peculiar smell of burning paper that filled his nose, he exhaled a puff of smoke, and his thoughts flew.

He knew Xia Changguo. The number of personnel in the Shanghai underground party organization had risen and fallen because of the April 12th Incident eleven years ago, the struggles in recent years, and the previous Battle of Songhu. From thousands of people, to dozens of people, and then to hundreds of people, to now, the entire Shanghai underground party organization has only hundreds of people. Under such circumstances, how could he not know Xia Changguo, an old party member?

This is a time-tested soldier. For many years, he has never made mistakes on the secret front. He is capable and meticulous. But such a soldier only lasted three hours under the torture of the Japanese invaders. As Pei Min said, if Xia Changguo had survived until the next day, then this time there would definitely not be the loss of eight comrades, and the loss of eight at the same time brought about a major strategic significance of the front. This is definitely not as simple as the lives of eight comrades.

Especially Xia Changguo betrayed his superior, who was also Xia Changguo's party introducer and a good partner who fought side by side for many years. This comrade knew more intelligence, which was a greater disaster. He had not slept much in the past two days, and had been in emergency contact and redeployment. Those comrades could no longer stay in Shanghai. There could not be any risk in underground work. Otherwise, a mistake would be a devastating blow. The secret front cannot be sloppy.

They are all flesh and blood, of course it is impossible not to say anything, that is not the Red Party, that is a cult. After all, it is not that there are really few people who can still not surrender and still stick to their beliefs in the inhumane torture. But what to say and when to say it are the most important.

If Xia Changguo could survive until the next day, he could be transferred as quickly as possible after the organization could not contact him, instead of being beaten and surrendered, and being caught by the Japanese invaders when he went to meet his comrades.

"Old Lu, how is it?"

At this moment, a gentle middle-aged woman came over with a cup of water and put it on the table.

This is Lu Boda's wife, Liu Qiulan. As the wife of the secretary of the Shanghai underground party organization, she is of course also a member of the organization, and the love formed in the revolutionary struggle. Her job is to assist Lu Boda, and she is also a telegraph operator who sends and receives telegrams and contacts various places. In the entire Shanghai underground party organization, only the couple knew about Pei Min's existence.

Lu Boda sighed and raised his head to the ashes in the ashtray, saying, "Comrade Pei Min sent this. Xia Changguo has been sanctioned. In addition, 20 gold bars were taken from Xia Changguo as party dues. Contact the comrades in Hangzhou and ask them to find Xia Changguo's wife and children. It's not easy for orphans and widows to live. Send them some money as the organization's last care..."

"Has it been sanctioned?" Liu Qiulan widened her eyes in surprise: "We just contacted Comrade Pei Min yesterday, right?"

"He took advantage of the heavy rain and went to the Japanese-ruled Central Plains. The guard was lax, and eight special high-level secret agents were killed. Finally, the arteries of Xia Changguo's two arms were cut, and Xia Changguo bled to death. "Lu Boda shook his head and sighed: "Comrade Pei Min is the most capable action personnel of our party. If it weren't for the bad influence, I would never contact Comrade Pei Min to take risks. Although I don't know what his identity is, he must play a more important role than his action ability. "

Pei Min's reputation was not great before. There were not many people in the party who knew him, let alone enemy agents. Moreover, Pei Min has never failed to perform a mission so far, and no one has survived. Mysterious and powerful are his synonyms. Like a ghost hidden in the dark, no one knows when he will make the next move.

But with the rebellion of the Red Team Section Chief in 1931, Pei Min surfaced. Many people are looking for him, the Central Bureau is looking for him, the Military Bureau is looking for him, and the Japanese are also looking for him. This search has made him famous and he has become the first killer of the Red Party.

Since then, whenever there is a sanction action, whether it is against the party or the enemy, as long as someone dies, the first suspect is Pei Min of the Red Party. But in fact, Pei Min has not personally taken action for two years, but there are still reports that he has done something again...

In the midst of uncertainty, Lu Boda smoked unconsciously, and his mind was no longer thinking about Comrade Pei Min, but thinking about the next deployment arrangements.

Liu Qiulan, who has lived together for more than ten years, knows very well that she cannot be disturbed at this time. At this time, it is not husband and wife, but her leader...

Lu Boda took a final puff of his cigarette and extinguished the already hot cigarette butt in the ashtray: "Notify the traffic group, Anhe Commercial Bank may be exposed, move immediately, set up another base..."

Eight people were arrested, and there was also a middle-level leader, and there could be no risk at all. The traffic line is the lifeblood of the organization, and the Shanghai Station base is the top priority. The soldiers on the front line fought to the death, and they needed them to buy medicines, food, cloth, arms and other supplies here. The Soviet area lacked everything. Some of them could be purchased through normal trade, and some could only be purchased through the traffic line. On the thousands of miles of road, countless unknown soldiers had to go through one level after another. This was the great route paved with the blood of the communist ideal...

Wang Yan drove to Wenlin Road, parked in front of a small garden house, got out of the car, opened the door, and drove into the yard.

This is also his safe house. A cunning rabbit has three burrows, and he has thirty burrows. They are scattered all over Shanghai, whether in the International Settlement, the French Concession, or even in the Japanese territory, or in the countryside outside the city. Some are separate houses, some are dilapidated houses, and some are Western-style apartments like before. They are all rented under various identities, and the source of the identity is his identity as the captain of the patrol room, all of which are real people. And there are many people who can get such information, so there is no suspicion of him.

As for those places that have not been visited for a long time, thus arousing suspicion from the neighbors, he is not afraid of such things. Because when he uses the safe house, he will never use his own face, so it doesn't matter if it is suspicious. Safety is relative to his own ability. After all, even if he is surrounded, as long as the space is large enough, there is room for turning around, and space to hide, then he is safe. And he rents several houses almost every month, which is a necessary expense, even if he doesn't use it.

In the house, he removed his makeup and restored his original appearance. He also applied wax on his hair and combed it into a shiny slicked back. His glasses were put away in the space. Then he sat on the sofa in the house and took out all the spy's things and checked them one by one.

A total of eight pistols and twenty-four full magazines were received, all of which were Japanese Nambu pistols. The current ones should be the sixteen-type special pistols for agents. The magazine can hold sixteen rounds. The pistols are relatively small and convenient for concealed carrying. Because the combat environment of spies is different, what is needed is to form a strong fire suppression in a short time. Whether it is killing or injuring, the first priority is to quickly resolve the battle.

Of course, he also has a gun, which is the American Colt M1911. This is a pistol equipped by the US military for more than 70 years. It is also a best-selling pistol in the world and is strong and durable. In addition, he also has a Mosin-Nagant sniper rifle, which was bought for long-distance sniping. In addition, there are light and heavy machine guns, submachine guns, grenades and other weapons. In the final analysis, he is an action personnel. The weapons equipped by the living father are very rich, enough for him to kill people everywhere.

It was just that he happened to get into the police station, and he did a good job, which made him more valuable. Otherwise, he should have gone to Chongqing to protect the central leaders working in the Kuomintang's old nest.

In addition to guns, there were some money issued by Japan, as well as legal currency and US dollars. There were not many spies, all of them were poor, and there was no rich one. Especially in the previous Battle of Songhu, the national army suffered heavy casualties and retreated, but Japan had no brilliant results in three months of fighting, and the internal economic pressure was not small.

In addition, there were eight people's special high-level identification documents. This document was still very useful. It could enter and exit checkpoints and enter some places in the Japanese-occupied areas, provided that they were dressed up like that. Wang Yan couldn't do this, but he would continue to study and strive to reach that level.

After looking through the gains of this trip and storing them all in the space, he found a black top hat and put it on, and walked out of the back door with an umbrella. After making sure no one was paying attention, he got on a Ford car at the turn, drove all the way to Julaida Road, drove into another small garden house, then quickly climbed over the three-meter-high wall in the middle, entered the same garden house next to it, and climbed up to the balcony on the second floor along the bulge on the wall, and entered the house, which was his real home.

As for the house just now, it was an investment property he bought in the name of someone else. The owner went abroad to the United States. Today is a special situation. It rained too hard. There were no people or cars on the street. The sound of thunder and rain was enough to cover the sound of car engines. Otherwise, he would not walk next door. Of course, he would not run so far today to sanction Xia Changguo, just to let people relax their vigilance during thunder and rain.

One thing that must be said is that this place is only separated by a row of buildings from Fuxu Road, where the Shanghai underground party organization is located, and it only takes more than ten minutes to walk...

Enter the house, close the window, take a few steps, walk to the door of the bedroom, and see that an inconspicuous rubber strip is still there at the crack of the door. Wang Yan takes off his leather shoes and coat, wipes the water stains in the house with a shirt, and then puts all the soaked clothes and shoes into the space, extracts the water, separates the water on them, and then takes out the clothes again and hangs them in his wardrobe. The leather shoes are also stored in a box.

This is the ability of his space, and he later tested it. Clothes are a whole, and the water attached to the clothes is not, so it can be separated. Or it can be replaced with bloodstains, which is equivalent to an efficient washing machine. Similarly, the fingerprints on the tools used can also be removed, which can be called a weapon for committing crimes.

After checking the time, it was only nine o'clock. He found his pajamas and put them on, pulled on his slippers, and messed up his hair in front of the mirror, making it into a messy chicken coop. He rubbed his face, yawned, and then opened the door. The bedroom door goes downstairs.

The lights downstairs had been turned off, and it was dark and no one could be seen. Wang Yan fumbled to turn on the light, walked to the kitchen and rummaged through things. After a while, with the sound of slippers, an older-looking woman in her forties came out and said with concern: "Mr. Are you feeling better?"

This woman came in last year and is responsible for cooking, washing and tidying up the house. My family is local, my husband is a rickshaw driver, and my son is a student at Guanghua University. Originally, I didn't want to stay here. After all, as a respectable captain of the Central Patrol Room of the French Concession and a disciple of the Youth Gang, I had countless social activities every day. It was common for me to indulge in extravagant activities, and there were only a handful of times I could eat at home. Her husband and son are also waiting for dinner at home, and they don't want to stay here. It's just that the money given is a lot and there are few things to do.

Guanghua University is the predecessor of East China Normal University and Southwestern University of Finance and Economics. Because of the war, some moved to Sichuan and some remained in Shanghai. Her son didn't leave, otherwise the old couple would have moved away with the school long ago. They would only have a son for the rest of their lives, and now they are also making money for their son to find a wife. She doesn't know the great righteousness of her family and country, she just wants her son to have many children and a long life...

The tape he put on the door was to protect against this nanny. Although the configuration of the living father has always been trustworthy, the environment is different now, and his identity is also different. Doubting everything is the quality a loner should have.

Wang Yan shook his head listlessly and held his hair back: "I'm still feeling a little uncomfortable. I didn't eat at night and woke up hungry. Aunt Li, help me get some more food, boil some water, and take a warm bath later." The water bath makes you sweat."

"How about you take some medicine?"

"No, just wait for a while to eat, take a shower, and get some sleep." Wang Yan waved his hand and asked, "Did anyone call me during this time?"

"Mr. He, your subordinate, called to care about your situation. Mr. Lin Hongyuan and Mr. Lin have invited you to have lunch at Fude Restaurant at noon tomorrow. You must keep the appointment."

"Okay, I understand, you can get busy." Wang Yan yawned, walked to the living room, played music on the gramophone, sat on the sofa, poured a glass of boiled water, picked up the newspaper and read it.

Aunt Li was very quick with her hands. In a short while, she cooked a bowl of steaming egg noodles and put it on the dining table. She also prepared two side dishes, and then went to get Wang Yan bath water.

The craftsmanship was not very good, but it was not bad either. Wang Yan ate a large bowl of noodles, drank a pot of boiled rice wine, waited for a while, and then went to the bathroom upstairs to take a comfortable bath. Then, wearing a bathrobe, she went up to the large study room on the third floor. The entire third floor was a study room.

I opened the window and looked outside. Before I knew it, the heavy rain that had been falling for most of the day had stopped and turned into drizzle. After taking a deep breath of fresh air and closing the window, Wang Yan turned around and walked up the steps to the attic. He took out an exquisite radio station from the space and contacted the organization.

Because the heavy rain affected the transmission of radio signals, he thought he would send it tomorrow. But God was kind. After he finished his work and the heavy rain stopped, we started to contact him.

I stood up with the antenna in hand, groped for a moment through a gap in the sharp corner of the attic, pulled a switch, and with a few drops of rain falling on my face, a piece of the ceiling was removed.

He stuck the antenna out along the hole, fixed it, and then turned on the radio with a click. After adjusting it for a while, he just sat on the ground, tapping the hair rhythmically like in countless movies and TV shows. Pressing the alarm button, the indicator light on the radio was flashing, and the radio signal instantly crossed a distance of thousands of miles and arrived in a courtyard in Chongqing.

"Yesterday, I received a telegram from Jingzhe. A liaison officer was arrested by enemy agents. He surrendered and confessed within three hours. As a result, eight comrades were arrested and suffered heavy losses. I was sent to look for opportunities to impose sanctions as a warning. Today there is a heavy rain in Shanghai. I thought it was a good opportunity and learned the location of the rebel. Immediately move. The sanctions were successful, and eight more Japanese were killed, and they received 20 gold bars, giving Pei Jingzhe sufficient party expenses."

Jingzhe, secretary of Shanghai underground party organization, codename of Lu Boda. Jingzhe means that all things spring back to life, which means that the anti-Japanese war will always be successful, and the Red Party's cause will always be successful.

The handsome man looked at the information, shook his head and smiled, took a sip of water, and looked at the assistant in front of him: "Return the call immediately, the industry is aware of it, concentrate on work, make decisions on your own when encountering problems, report afterward, act according to your ability, don't show off, and pay attention to safety. "

He has always made overall arrangements for the work on the communication line and the hidden front, and is the direct leader of Pei Min. Now that he is communicating with the two parties in Chongqing, naturally the news will be sent to him. Before that, Jingzhe had reported the situation in detail and asked for credit from Pei Min.

But obviously, the handsome man had a deep understanding of Pei Min's fighting ability, and warned Pei Min kindly. Speaking of which, this is an old comrade who has been fighting for more than ten years. He was still a young boy back then...

Wang Yan put on his headphones and listened quietly to the information sent back. He didn't get a piece of paper to record, and then took the code book and translated it. It was really a pity for his brain. He memorized several code books, some were in use, some were spares, some were used to contact Shanghai underground party organizations, and some were used to communicate with Shanghai underground party organizations. There are also people who have contacted Yan'an in order to prevent him from losing contact with the party organization.

So he listened and flipped through the pages. After the indicator light of the radio station flashed for the last time and stopped moving, he neatly turned off the radio station, retracted the antenna, and put back the removed ceiling block.

The leader's instructions are simple.

Focus on work. He has only two jobs. One is to provide materials to the Soviet area, and the other is to be the captain of the patrol station. This is to tell him that the materials will continue to be delivered. The position of the patrol station is a bit low now. The qualifications are enough, and he should find a way to get promoted.

Make decisions on your own and report afterwards. This is decentralization. He has always been alone and has always done things according to his convenience. It is to emphasize again that he should do things flexibly.

The last thing is to do what you can, don't be stubborn, and pay attention to safety. That is a reminder. Although the words are few and the words are simple, the care is there. Speaking of it, the handsome man is only eleven years older than him. It can be regarded as the care of the big brother...

After cleaning up a few drops of rain on the floor, he went back to the second floor and lay in the bedroom, closing his eyes and brewing sleep.

Counting it up, it has been decades since he last used a knife...

The next day, there was no clear sky after the rain, but it was still cloudy.

After changing into the ugly patrol station police uniform and pistol, eating breakfast, and putting on a leather coat, Wang Yan drove to the Central Patrol Station to work. This is the area before the concession was expanded, not far from the famous Xiafei Road.

Before the car reached the gate of the police station, we saw two Chinese police officers standing guard at the gate from a distance, nodding and bowing. Wang Yan honked the horn, and the two became even more excited, waving and waving.

He drove the car directly to the open space in front of the building and stopped. Wang Yan, with his shiny slicked-back hair, got out of the car, pulled out a leather coat from the car and put it on, and took out a cigarette from his pocket. Immediately, there was a click, and someone laughed awkwardly, holding a match with trembling hands and came to light the cigarette.

After taking a look at the young man, Wang Yan leaned forward, lit a cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke and said with a smile: "I remember you are my cousin, what's your name Wang?"

"To answer Brother Yan, my name is Wang Yongkui, I just joined our patrol room and was assigned to the second team."

"You are good, work hard, don't make trouble for yourself, if the petty old Fang sees you, you will suffer." Putting the remaining half pack of cigarettes on his chest, Wang Yan pushed it aside with force and walked into the building with a smile.

Old Fang, Fang Yuantu, the captain of the second team. At the same level, and with the same path to rise, it is difficult to have a good relationship.

Wang Yan held a cigarette in his mouth, and smiled and raised his head to respond to people who greeted him all the way, showing his good popularity.

Turn left at the end of the first floor, push open the double doors to enter a large space, which is the office of the first team of patrol room police. At this moment, everyone was already in place. Some were eating shengjian, some were eating wontons, and some were sleeping on the table. The state was roughly the same as the morning of the school in the future.

Seeing Wang Yan come in, everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and stood up in unison. Even the one who was sleeping on the table was slapped on the back of the head and woke up.

A man in his thirties who was eating wontons and drinking soup came over: "Brother Yan, do you feel better? Otherwise, you can go back and rest, I'll keep an eye on it."

This is Mr. He who Aunt Li said called to inquire about the situation. He Shaohong is the deputy captain. He is four years older than Wang Yan and is thirty-three this year. He should have been the captain, but Wang was efficient and able to make money, and he had connections with the Qing Gang. This kid has been the deputy captain for seven years.

"Do you think I'm okay? I just caught a cold. I'll be fine after a good sleep." Wang Yan pushed him aside and waved to the sleeping man: "Xiao Zhang, come quickly."

The man who had just slept on the table shrank his neck, but still stepped forward with courage.

"Did you go gambling again last night?"

"No, no, absolutely not." Xiao Zhang shook his head and explained hurriedly: "It was raining yesterday, the room was too damp, and the child caught a cold again. He tossed and turned all night and couldn't sleep."

"If I know you gamble again, you know the consequences. Go back and take the child to see a doctor. A minor illness will become a major illness, and there will be no place to cry." Wang Yan took out a stack of French currency from his pocket, counted out a few and stuffed them into his pocket, and then kicked the kid aside.

Wang Yan waved his hand without paying attention to the shameless kid: "Okay, do what you need to do, the team leader and Lao He will come to my office for a meeting."

A team of more than 20 people, four team leaders, a deputy team leader, and a team leader.

The personnel composition of these people is also very complicated. After observing for the past week, some of them have connections in their families, some are brave and daring, and some are backed by the Green Gang. This is on the surface. Behind the scenes, there may be people from the Military Control Commission, the Red Party, and even 80% of them may be Japanese spies.

When the Central Committee was in Shanghai, it infiltrated various places. Some were arrested, some were transferred, and there must be some. The Military Control Commission and the Central Control Commission are old enemies who compete with each other and jointly deal with the Red Party. Moreover, they have a close connection with the Green Gang. It is normal to place some people there.

As for the Japanese spies, before the war, the Japanese spies had already mastered China's hydrological and geographical information, which provided great help for the war. The speed of taking over Shanghai was so fast. It is impossible to say that there were no people planted or bribed in the French Concession Municipal Council.

It's just because the time is too short that Wang Yan hasn't figured it out specifically. Maybe there are, or maybe not.

This is just the First Detective Team of the Central Police Station, which consists of only 20 people. From the small to the big, one can imagine what Shanghai is like now.

After showing off, Wang Yan turned around and went to an independent office inside. Two team leaders ran over from behind to open the door. Lao He took his fur coat behind him, and the group walked in.

He opened the drawer, took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and threw it on the table, motioning for him to help himself. Wang Yan exhaled a puff of cigarette and asked, "Tell me, what happened yesterday?"

"Brother Yan, everything is normal." Looking at the other four people, Lao He said, "It rained heavily yesterday, and no one wanted to come out to make trouble. Two little beggars died, and four people were hacked to death, and two were shot. Their identities are unknown. As usual, they were asked to do an autopsy and have been dealt with. No one came to report the case early in the morning, so they didn't report it."

Lao He said it easily, because this was the day with the fewest deaths in their jurisdiction in the past two months. These days, it's hard to get used to not having a few people die every day.

Seeing Wang Yan nod, a team leader smiled and said, "Brother Yan, I heard something happened to the Japanese this morning."

"Oh?"

"I heard that they caught a Red Party member who had confessed. He was well fed and well provided in an apartment in Hongkou. But he was killed last night, and several Japanese spies died too..."

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