Spy Wars: I have space, but I choose to work alone

As the Battle of Ezhou entered its later stages, Ma Liang finally had time to start his "digging a hole" plan.

As a qualified action agent, especially in this life-and-death war era.

Always preparing an emergency evacuation route for yourself is something every worker behind enemy lines will do.

Every night Ma Liang would play music on the phonograph for two hours in the wine cellar, while he would study Shawshank on the side.

Try to make a hole!

Fortunately, Ma Liang is not the real Shawshank, so he does not have to use a geological hammer to dig for twenty years. He can use normal excavation tools. In addition, he has space and does not have to worry about the problem of loose soil.

Shanghai is a plain with soft soil and not much noise.

In just half a month, Ma Liang opened a 100-meter-long exit leading to the underground pipeline network, connecting to the underground pipeline network of the French Concession.

Ma Liang even had time to install prefabricated supporting structures for the channel to prevent possible landslides during the rainy season.

Then, under the wine cellar, Ma Liang built a small room of about 20 square meters, using waterproof and moisture-proof measures.

Thanks to Ma Liang's disguised identity while working undercover abroad, he is proficient in small appliance repair, decoration, water and electricity installation, and other tasks that allow him to successfully enter various target residences.

Ma Liang's tactical radio and notebook are placed here and kept turned on 24 hours a day. In order to prevent leakage, there is a sensitive self-destruct device here.

Large amounts of fuel and American white phosphorus incendiary bombs are located in the wall compartments, controlled by both electronic and mechanical means.

In this underground room, he set up a local area network and used a wireless router to connect his mobile phone or another military laptop to achieve remote control.

Ma Liang dared to use a wireless router, a device that emits radio signals. Isn't he afraid of being exposed?

He is really not afraid!

The reason is very simple. First, compared with the M/S transmission speed of modern radio, which could only be achieved through manual transcription and sending of telegrams during World War II, 30 bytes per minute was considered a good speed.

1M=1024KB. If text is transmitted, 1M is approximately equal to words.

In this case, even if a radio detection vehicle drove past Ma Liang's house and detected the signal, such a high-frequency signal transmission process would only be considered as complex and meaningless electric current sounds by human ears alone.

This was because Ma Liang lowered the power of the wireless router in order to avoid accidents.

In addition, the wireless router is underground and has lower power, so it is not afraid of radio detection at all.

The only trouble is that the signal receiver must be installed outside, but this does not pose a problem for Ma Liang. He cleverly hides the signal receiver in the chimney of this French-style fireplace.

It completely hides the signal receiver without affecting signal reception.

Secondly, this is the French Concession, a famous wealthy area. At least before 1941 when the Japanese army and Britain and the United States completely fell out and took over the concession, the Japanese army would not enter the concession on a large scale.

The French Concession also has a special status. Since the French baguette knelt early, the Weisy government is considered Hans's younger brother, and they live in harmony with Hans.

The younger brother of your sworn brother should be given some special treatment.

Therefore, even after the Japanese army took over the concession in 41, the French Concession was relatively safe and the Japanese army would not enter at will.

As for the electricity supply, for such a big villa, Ma Liangshao just needed to turn on that amazingly large crystal chandelier to cover up the little electricity.

Wang Xingyun, as expected of an old underground worker who had been working in the enemy-occupied area for many years, actually managed to pass through layers of checkpoints and arrive at the outskirts of Shanghai with the first batch of processed tungsten ore.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that the Japanese army had just finished a major war and had not yet had time to establish a grassroots management system. In a few months, it may not be so simple.

Wang Xingyun came to the outskirts of Chunlaitang Pharmacy with familiarity. After careful observation, he entered the pharmacy and completed the connection with Guo Xiaoxian.

"Lao Wang? How did you become like this? If I hadn't recognized your voice when we were exchanging secret signals just now, I really wouldn't have recognized you. You damned little Japanese!"

Guo Xiaoan looked at Wang Xingyun, who had gray hair and was originally in his thirties but now looked like a man in his fifties or sixties, and cursed the Japanese devils.

"No, it's politics..."

"Shut up!"

Xiao Zhang, who was specially brought by Wang Xingyun, felt a little annoyed and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Wang Xingyun in a low voice.

Looking at Xiao Zhang's indignant face and then at Wang Xingyun, Guo Xiaoan, who had experienced a lot, had no idea what was going on.

"Ugh!"

After a long sigh, the three of them fell into an unspeakable silence again.

However, the enemy's rear was not a place for romantic relationships, so Wang Xingyun broke the silence and took the initiative to speak:

"I'm sure you know my mission this time. At present, our original channels are gone. Now, except for the small-scale trading companies that dare to smuggle small quantities, there are no other channels."

"Now only the channel in the hands of the central commissioner can consume a large amount of our goods."

"Did the special envoy leave any contact information when he left last time? Ask him to meet at your place and say that you have something important to discuss."

Guo Xiaoan also knew that this was inappropriate, but he still agreed, but said something strange:

"Last time, the mysterious special envoy actually left his contact information before he left. It was a strange phone number, saying that he could be contacted in case of emergency."

"Strange? What's strange about the phone number?"

Wang Xingyue had lived in Shanghai before, so he didn't understand what was strange about the phone number.

Guo Xiaoan didn't waste any words and gave the emergency contact number that Ma Liang left for him:

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Wang Xingyun didn't react at first, isn't this normal! The phone number is all numbers!

After a few more seconds, I reacted.

and many more!

How the hell is this an 8-digit phone number?

"Old Guo, did you remember it wrongly? You remembered a few digits too many. Now the most common numbers are five digits. Where did the eight-digit phone number come from?" Wang Xingyue questioned.

"I wanted to ask, but the special envoy didn't give me a chance and just left. I thought he didn't want to reveal his identity, so I didn't ask any more questions."

Now both of them were a little confused and disappointed, thinking that this operation would be in vain.

Finally, Xiao Zhang, who was on guard at the side, added with some confusion:

"You'll know if it's real or not once you hit it, why are you so entangled?"

Finally, the two of them picked up the phone and dialed the eight-digit number for the first time. Listening to the crackling sound of electricity in the microphone, both of them were unsure.

Ma Liang was on the second floor of his villa, drinking red wine, listening to music, and thinking about his next work when he felt the phone in his pocket vibrate.

Taking out his cell phone and looking at the caller ID, Ma Liang felt a little dazed for a moment.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he received a call from anyone.

It took me a few seconds to remember that I seemed to have left a phone number for the underground party.

Just when Guo Xiaoan and Wang Xingyun were getting impatient, a voice came from the microphone:

"Hello! Who are you looking for?"