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

In the Shanghai office of Min Bao, due to a strike, only the editor-in-chief Yuan Zihao and the deputy editor-in-chief Wang Jinhan were left in the office, which originally housed dozens of people, to protect the property.

"Plop!" There was the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

"Old Yuan, did you hear any noise?" Wang Jinhan heard the sound of Ma Liang throwing the photo and asked Yuan Zihao beside him softly.

"I heard it too." Yuan Zihao replied.

"Could it be a thief?" they both thought at the same time.

So the two scholars wearing glasses got up from their bed, picked up two wooden sticks that had been prepared beside them, and deliberately made noises and coughed, hoping to scare away the thief.

But after the two of them "performed" for a long time, no one was seen, and they only found a brown paper bag with red words written on it on the ground.

"Ugh~"

Almost as soon as they saw the photo, the two veteran journalists, who had seen a lot in turbulent times, began to feel retching.

But after a night of digestion, there was nothing in my stomach and I didn't vomit anything.

Wang Jinhan was the deputy editor-in-chief in charge of sales. He had been to the battlefield to interview people and had seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood. After a brief moment of nausea, he looked at the person in the photo and shouted in surprise:

"Isn't this the same Takahashi Shiro who said, 'For every Japanese soldier killed, ten Chinese soldiers must be buried with him'? He was on the headlines of those fake newspapers yesterday."

"Really?" Yuan Zihao, who was originally feeling disgusted, immediately stopped feeling disgusted after these words were spoken and began to carefully identify it.

Wang Jinhan was also looking through yesterday's newspaper on his desk. The two of them compared the photo with the newspaper and instantly confirmed that it was Takahashi Shiro who had arrogantly massacred civilians.

Yuan Zihao looked at the exclusive photos in his hand and walked around the office excitedly, with ideas popping out one after another in his mind.

As someone who had worked with him for many years, Wang Jinhan knew what his old partner was thinking. Looking at the photo in his hand that would definitely sell well if it appeared in the newspaper, and thinking of the various threats that had come one after another recently, he still advised:

"Old Yuan, don't be impulsive. It was the British and Americans who reported the news first. We were just reposting it. How many threats have our newspaper received recently? The grenades we received a few days ago are still in my house."

"They are living like mad dogs. They dare not attack the British and Americans, but what are we? If you don't consider yourself, you should also consider your sister-in-law and children, right?"

Wang Jinhan's words instantly calmed down Yuan Zihao, who was extremely excited just thinking from a journalist's perspective.

Looking at the photo in his hand, which would definitely anger the Japanese army and trigger their retaliation, Yuan Zihao sighed and swept all the photos on the desk into the drawer.

What weak countries lack is more than just diplomacy.

Even your temper and bloodiness must be restrained.

On the morning of that day, under the order of the Military Police Headquarters, about a battalion of Japanese troops began a "search" operation in the suburbs of Shanghai.

The Japanese army, which had poor military discipline to begin with, was completely robbed of their own military by the military police, and a "Japanese-style" search operation completely turned into a carnival for the Japanese army.

A group of Japanese troops rushed into a village in the suburbs of Shanghai where the Military Control Commission's Third Special Operations Team was hiding.

Following orders from their superiors, the dozen or so remaining members of the Military Control Commission's Third Special Operations Team in the suburbs of Shanghai urgently evacuated the village under the leadership of team leader Jiang Anhua, without engaging in direct conflict with the Japanese army.

Just half an hour later, a fire broke out in the village. The screams of women, the bestial laughter of the Japanese soldiers, and the crying of children rushed into the ears of the Third Rangers hiding not far from the village.

Everyone knows what happened in the village.

A passionate member of the Military Control Commission was about to charge forward with his pistol in red eyes, but was stopped by the captain Jiang Anhua, who growled:

"Have you forgotten the order from headquarters? Do you know what the family rules are for disobeying the order?"

"Are we just going to watch them rape and plunder while we, the soldiers with guns, just watch?" the hot-blooded Military Intelligence Bureau agent retorted.

As an officer, Jiang Anhua felt that his authority as an officer was challenged when he saw his subordinates talking to him like this.

He was about to start cursing when he felt a chill behind him. Turning back, he discovered that a dozen of his men were looking at him with cold eyes, with their guns cocked.

Realizing that the army's morale was unstable, he quietly swallowed his saliva and quickly assured:

"I will immediately ask the headquarters to fight! Fight these inhumane beasts!"

This kind of thing happened in various places in the suburbs of Shanghai.

The Military Intelligence Bureau not only deployed a large number of special agents to eliminate traitors in Shanghai, but also formed a large number of special forces composed of defeated soldiers and officers recruited from the rear to operate in the suburbs of Shanghai.

In May 1938, it was reorganized into the Loyal and Patriotic Army. Commander Hu in "Sha Jia Bang" was the Loyal and Patriotic Army, a guerrilla army of the Military Control Commission behind enemy lines.

At the Military Control Commission's Shanghai headquarters in the concession, letter after letter of request to fight was delivered to the station chief Wang Tianmu through the radio and manpower.

Looking at the increasingly angry letters of request to fight in his hands, as well as a large amount of real reports from the front line.

Wang Tianmu did not wait in the office for a call back from headquarters. Instead, he stood in front of the radio in the telecommunications room, anxiously waiting for the telegraph operator to translate the message.

"Done yet?"

"Okay!" The female translator who was being stared at by the stationmaster immediately handed the translated telegram to Wang Tianmu.

Wang Tianmu snatched the translation, which contained only eight cold characters:

"Consider the overall situation and continue to be patient!"

Looking at the eight words on the telegram, Wang Tianmu didn't know what to say for a moment. He walked out of the telecommunications room with a gloomy face. Suddenly he found that the corridor outside the telecommunications room was full of people.

"Why are you all standing here? Why don't you go back to work?" Wang Tianmu, who was rejected by the headquarters for the second time, was very angry and spoke in a bad tone.

But the military agents in the corridor did not move. A sturdy agent in his thirties stood at attention and saluted Wang Tianmu neatly, his expression serious and resolute:

"All the colleagues of the Military Control Commission's Shanghai Headquarters' Direct Action Team resolutely request to fight!"

"All the colleagues in the General Affairs Section of the Military Control Commission's Shanghai Station Headquarters resolutely request to fight!"

"All the colleagues in the Intelligence Department of the Military Control Commission's Shanghai Headquarters resolutely request to fight!"

"All the colleagues in the Logistics Department of the Military Control Commission's Shanghai Station Headquarters resolutely request to fight!"

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Loud calls for battle were heard one after another. The Japanese army's crazy massacre of civilians aroused the passion of these young soldiers who joined the Military Control Commission with the intention of defending the motherland.

Looking at the pairs of young, resolute, and angry eyes in front of him, Wang Tianmu knew that if he announced the rejection call from headquarters in public now, a mutiny would be imminent.

If you take advantage of the enthusiasm of patriotic young people, be prepared to be burned by that enthusiasm.

Wang Tianmu nodded, turned around and walked back into the telecommunications room. He took out the code book that he carried with him and used only by Boss Yu Dai, and personally encrypted a message:

"The army's morale is unstable, and a mutiny is imminent!"

He shouted to the radio operator:

"Call headquarters again! It's urgent!"