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

Looking at the confirmation telegram sent in code from the military in his hand, during this period of waiting, Guo Xiaoan, the old underground man, also calmed down.

He knew that if the special envoy was a Japanese spy, the outside of Chunlai Hall would be filled with surveillance personnel from the Japanese secret service, and the phone would be tapped.

If he activated the emergency evacuation plan now, not only would he fail to save other comrades, but the Japanese army would realize that they were exposed and take action prematurely, which would implicate more comrades.

After receiving the telegram, Guo Xiaoan issued a gag order to the radio operator, then asked the guys to go back and rest, while he spent the whole night in his room thinking of a solution.

On the third day, feeling that America had been left out for half a month and the tung oil loan was about to be signed, Ma Liang published the contact signal in the newspaper according to the previously agreed contact method.

At this time, he received a call from Guo Xiaoan, who had an urgent meeting.

Ma Liang did not think much about it. He observed the periphery of Chunlai Hall for a long time. After finding nothing unusual, Ma Liang changed into the attire of a special envoy and walked into Chunlai Hall.

"Doctor Guo, did you not sleep well last night? You have such big dark circles under your eyes!"

As soon as they met, Ma Liang saw the big dark circles under Guo Xiaoan's eyes and immediately teased him.

"I've been having a lot of troubles lately, and I didn't sleep well last night."

Guo Xiaoan said casually as he led Ma Liang to a room in the back hall.

At the same time, of the two guys who stayed in the shop, one began to pound the medicine vigorously with a large medicine pounding pot, and the other was hitting the tiger bones on the ground with a hammer to facilitate subsequent processing. For a while, there was a lot of noise.

"Ok?"

Ma Liang was about to say something when his eyes suddenly changed. He immediately put his right hand back into the large outer pocket of his windbreaker, holding a loaded M1935 with a silencer in his hand.

Listening to the four increasingly heavy heartbeats behind the door, Ma Liang spoke.

"Old Guo, is this how you welcome me?"

Hearing Ma Liang's words, Guo Xiaoan shouted "attack" almost the moment he turned around, but when he was about to pounce on Ma Liang, the black muzzle of a gun was pointed at his forehead.

The four guys hiding in the room also rushed out immediately, but they were dumbfounded when they saw the gun in Ma Liang's hand.

Originally, they wanted to rely on their advantage in numbers and secretly capture Ma Liang by playing the human pyramid game.

On the one hand, they can capture Ma Liang according to the order, and on the other hand, they can delay the Japanese spies who are monitoring the periphery to buy time for the rest of the comrades to evacuate.

As for himself, Guo Xiaoan didn't think much about it at all, but now the plot seems wrong.

"Fight!"

At Guo Xiaoan's command, five people rushed forward ignoring Ma Liang's guns.

A moment later, Guo Xiaoan and the other five were tied up like dumplings by Ma Liang and thrown into the room. After confirming that they were safe, Ma Liang sat in front of Guo Xiaoan with a gun and asked:

"Can we talk now?"

Guo Xiaoan felt a strong sense of frustration at this moment. He had fought in wars and had fought with the white dogs with bayonets. He boasted that three or five people could not get close to him. The four guys under him had also fought in wars and seen blood.

But just now, this thin-bodied special envoy who looked like a pale-faced scholar kicked the five of them around like a ball, and in less than a minute he tied them up with the rope he had prepared in advance to tie up Ma Liang.

Realizing that he couldn't end this peacefully today, Guo Xiaoan didn't beat around the bush and cursed:

"You think you're pretending well? We've already seen through your fake special commissioner identity. The central government didn't send any special commissioners to Shanghai, and there's no such thing as a central special commissioner. You're a dog spy!"

"Ah? This one!"

Ma Liang suddenly realized that he hadn't solved the problem of being a special envoy yet! He felt a little embarrassed!

After arriving in Shanghai, he has been busy. As the cooperation with Wang Xingyun and others becomes more and more in-depth, Ma Liang thinks that the other party has tacitly accepted that he is one of their own.

So this matter was given priority, which led to this misunderstanding.

Seeing Nobody gritting his teeth and looking like he wanted to eat him, Ma Liang could only say sorry.

"It seems that it's time to solve the identity problem. The old predecessors are still keeping the string of struggle very tight!" Ma Liang sighed.

Ma Liang did not explain to Guo Xiaoan what "It doesn't matter if a cat is black or white, as long as it can catch mice, it is a good cat." Instead, he said calmly:

"This is a misunderstanding. I think you will hear from your superiors by tomorrow night at the latest."

After saying this, he was about to leave, leaving behind a room full of dumbfounded old seniors, staring at each other in amazement.

Suddenly Ma Liang poked his head in again, thought for a moment and said:

"I will teach you a little survival trick behind enemy lines for free. Behind enemy lines, as long as you are loyal to the country, if anyone points a gun at you, you must shoot first without hesitation, even if the other person is your direct superior or brother!"

This was the private advice given to Ma Liang by a senior who successfully lived to the age of 35 and retired from the front line as a solo artist during his training.

If Ma Liang had not had three times the physique and discovered in time that Guo Xiaoan and the others did not carry guns, the four of them would have been dead.

Anyone who threatens his safety will be killed by Ma Liang first. This is the way of survival for a lone agent.

After Ma Liang left, Guo Xiaoan didn't dare to gamble anymore, and he immediately moved away with his men.

Not long after dealing with Guo Xiaoan, Ma Liang found a restaurant and had a meal.

After finishing the job, he drove around Shanghai with another set of modern spy communication equipment turned on in the car.

While driving, Ma Liang sent a short telegram to the distant northwest.

In a cave in the northwest, a sturdy soldier was sitting on a bench, using both hands to alternately crank a hand-cranked generator to supply power to a radio station not far behind him. Behind him sat several other soldiers ready to take over.

Don't underestimate the use of hand-cranked generators to power the radio. This is a technical and physical job. If you crank it too slowly, the voltage is not enough. If you crank it too fast, people can't bear it. Generally, one person has to be replaced every fifteen minutes. The radio station here can be turned on 38 hours a day, which is a luxury for the Northwest Headquarters, which was still in extreme difficulty in .

“Ding ding ding ding…”

Soon the signal indicator light on the radio came on, and the female radio operator who was on standby immediately began to copy the message.

She was surprised to find that the signal received this time was unusually clear and stable, and she was able to transcribe it in just one go. Unlike other receptions where the signal was intermittent and often had to be repeated twice to complete the reception.

The telegram was copied ten minutes later. She didn't have the code book, and this was top secret, so Mr. Wu needed to translate it himself.

All telegrams received here are top secret. Without any delay, three armed guards ran to Mr. Wu's cave.

Mr. Wu lit the kerosene lamp, took out a code book that he kept close to him, and began to translate the messages one by one.

A string of words that had no linguistic logic appeared on the paper.

"Yan, Guo, Zhong, Yuan, Shen, Xiong, Zhang..."

The last signature is: Central Shanghai Special Commissioner

Mr. Wu, who was originally confused, read the string of words again and suddenly thought of some people's names.

"Snapped!"

He stood up suddenly, and his movement was so violent that the oil lamp was knocked over. In the darkness, his hair stood on end as if he was facing a great enemy.