Spy Wars: As long as I'm subtle enough, no one will doubt me

Khoroshev made a phone call and arranged for someone to send the telegram.

I felt very nervous, and even vaguely excited.

If the action designed by Liu Long could succeed.

Then they can make great contributions to the organization just by relying on this Communist International team temporarily formed behind enemy lines!

Khoroshev put down the phone and asked a question he had always been curious about: "Comrade Nighthawk, why did you name this action plan the Stalingrad Plan?"

Liu Long stood up, crossed his hands and smiled: "I said besiege Wei to save Zhao, you may not understand."

"If I say that Stalingrad is the second largest city in the Soviet Union besides Leningrad, then you should understand..."

"If we want to protect an important city and make the enemy think it is unimportant, we have to choose a secondary city and put it in the front to attract the enemy's firepower. Comrade Khoroshev, do you understand what I mean now?"

Khoroshev's eyes lit up and he gave a thumbs up: "Comrade Nighthawk, I finally understand the ancient wisdom of you Chinese people!"

The three of them were in the hotel, all laughing knowingly.

Snow-covered Far East.

The Far East Intelligence Bureau is holding a meeting of senior military officers.

Senior telegraph decoder, Huo Yangges, also attended the meeting and sat in an inconspicuous position in the corner of the conference room.

Vorosilav was in a meeting when his secretary Mihayevich came in and whispered something in Vorosilav's ear.

The joy on Vorosilav's face was difficult to conceal.

He held the pen, raised his thick gray eyebrows, and announced: "Our Stalingrad Plan has achieved important success in Harbin. Although we were not able to kill important targets, it definitely caused enough deterrence to the enemy! I want to award the Order of Lenin to Comrade Nighthawk, the fearless communist fighter in Harbin!"

Vorosilav stopped talking.

The officers present at the meeting were talking in low voices, whispering to each other: "Did I hear correctly? Is it the Order of Lenin?"

"It is one of the highest honors since the founding of the Soviet Union. It will only be given to those who have made outstanding contributions to national defense..."

"What kind of contribution did this legendary comrade Nighthawk make that the general personally awarded him the Order of Lenin?"

"Haha, this should be a secret!"

Huo Yanggais, who was in the corner, frowned and heard every word of this sentence.

When the meeting is over.

Vorosilav then instructed his secretary Mihayevich:

"By the way, the confidential document about Comrade Nighthawk's identity is on my desk. I have to take a plane to Leningrad for a meeting and will be back tomorrow night. Comrade Mihayevich, please don't let anyone touch it."

"Okay, Comrade Vorosilav." Mihayevich agreed and helped General Vorosilav put on his heavy coat.

Hoyangais stood at the window of the intelligence room, pretending to drink coffee, watching Mihayevich send Vorosilav to the car, leave the Far East Intelligence Bureau, and go to the airport.

Huo Yangais thought about it and made a phone call.

"Yeah, okay..."

Ten minutes later, the doorman downstairs notified Mihayevich: "Secretary Mihay, there is a package for you, sent from your hometown."

Mihajevic's footsteps sounded outside the door: "Okay, let the postman wait for a moment, I'm packing the general's office documents, I'll be there now!"

Hoyangais stood by the door and saw Mihajevic coming down the stairs.

Huo Yang Geis knew his chance had come!!!

This may be the one and only chance...

Hoyangais straightened his military uniform, saw that there was no one in the corridor, and walked to General Vorosilav's office.

Sure enough, the careless Mihajevic heard the package coming from home and did not have time to lock the door.

Hoyangais had about five minutes.

He nervously rummaged through the confidential documents that Mihajevic was sorting.

Then I saw a very special file bag with five stars on it.

The last time about the "Stalingrad" plan, it was the same logo.

Huo Yanggais took out a paper cutter and a forged general's seal from his bosom, ready to open the confidential document. Just like last time, he disguised it to look unopened.

We will soon know the identity of Nighthawk, the legendary ace agent from the three northeastern provinces...

Although he was always experienced, his fingers were shaking slightly.

Just then, footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor!!!

At the same time, alarm bells were ringing in the Far East Intelligence Bureau!

Mihajevic did not go downstairs to get the package at all. Instead, he brought a dozen fully armed guards with Soviet PPSh submachine guns and various pistols and kicked open the door of the general's office!

All the bullets were loaded neatly and pointed at the panicking Huo Yang Gais!!!

"Put down your weapons, Comrade Hoyangais..."

Mihajevic frowned and said distressedly: "The general deliberately said that at the meeting today, just to lure out the traitor hiding in the intelligence agency. I didn't expect it to be you, Huo Yang... This is the last time I call you comrade, please surrender immediately and accept investigation!"

Huo Yangais still chose to tear open the document in his hand.

This is a document with the highest level of confidentiality, but the paper inside is blank...

Huo Yangais smiled bitterly. He fell into the trap and failed...

Only death greeted him.

Huo Yanggais didn't say much. He suddenly raised his hand and used the paper cutter in his hand to cut his throat. Blood mist sprayed out...

Hoyangais knew his fate...

General Vorosilav did not actually go to Leningrad for the meeting.

The car just went around and came back.

He hurried up from downstairs wearing a coat and saw Huo Yanggeis lying on the ground, committing suicide.

General Vorosilav stood with his hands behind his back and exclaimed: "Comrade Nighthawk is extremely intelligent. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have discovered that the Japanese spy in the Far East Intelligence Bureau was actually Huo Yangges, who was in charge of deciphering telegrams. Now we are safe in the Far East Intelligence Bureau."

General Voroshilav's brows relaxed and he said, "There is something wrong with the pub he often goes to. Huo Yangges just made a phone call to a Japanese. It's almost time for them to meet. You take people to arrest those Japanese and do it yourself. I don't trust anyone else..."

"Okay, General, I'll organize the personnel right away."

The night is getting dark.

Jiro Ishihara sat in the secret room of the tavern, constantly looking at his watch.

Huo Yangais called him today and agreed in code that he would sell important information to Jiro Ishihara tonight.

But Huo Yangais, who was always punctual, was five minutes late today.

Jiro Ishihara, who had his hair neatly combed back, always felt that his right eyebrow was twitching restlessly.

"No more waiting, let's leave first."

Jiro Ishihara stood up and gave instructions to the people around him.

At this moment, a small group of Soviet soldiers suddenly rushed into the secret room.

Ishihara Jiro was terrified: "It's bad! Shoot!"

Seeing the Japanese opening fire, Mihajevic also gave the order in the rear: "Shoot!"

The gunshots created countless fragments!

After the pungent smell of gunpowder dissipated.

Ishihara Jiro and his three followers all died tragically in the underground secret room!!!

Mihajevic was very happy: "I can go back and report to the general. These Japanese spies have been eliminated!!!"

Jiro Ishihara is an ace intelligence officer who was praised by Emperor Hirohito of Japan and was known as "one man is worth ten brigades".

He fell in a pool of blood, his eyes staring at the ceiling.

There was a wine box lying nearby, which was originally intended to be used to exchange gold bars for information with Huo Yang Geis today...

And Comrade Nighthawk designed all this.

That is our Liu Long, who was sitting on the comfortable sofa at this time, tasting Soviet vodka with Khoroshev and Lao Zhao.