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

As this extremely urgent telegram was transmitted to the Military Control Commission headquarters, Lieutenant female clerk Luo Fangfang looked at the top-level encrypted telegram in her hand and without saying a word, she immediately ran towards Dai Yunong's office with the telegram.

Along the way, countless agents from the Military Control Commission headquarters looked back frequently, wondering what kind of big event had happened that would cause an agent from the headquarters to disregard discipline and jog around the headquarters.

"Director, the Shanghai station has an S-level encrypted telegram that needs your personal translation." Luo Fangfang handed an urgent telegram to Dai Su.

Upon hearing that it was an S-level encrypted message from the Shanghai station, Dai Su's originally expressionless face suddenly changed. He quickly took out a code book and began to translate the message himself.

A minute later, Dai Su stood up suddenly, his face unusually gloomy.

It’s not that Dai Su was not shrewd, but the Military Control Commission’s Shanghai Station was so important that it could be said to be a Class A station among Class A stations.

He commands thousands of special agents and a large number of loyal and patriotic troops, especially in Shanghai, an international metropolis where many foreign friends are concentrated.

It can be said that every move of the Shanghai Station has international influence, and there are some decisions that even Dai Su does not dare to make on his own.

After thinking for a while, Dai Su picked up the office phone and called the attendant office directly:

"Is this the attendant's room? Are you free now? I need to see the emperor! It's urgent!"

Half an hour later, Dai Su met him in the conference room of the Ministry of National Defense, staring at the huge map of the enemy and our situation, thinking about the other party.

Dai Su whispered to the other party in detail what happened in Shanghai. After a brief thought, the other party stood up angrily and gave Dai Su a decisive order:

"Damn it! Since the little people have been so aggressive again and again, I will order Shanghai to stand in front of the whole world and give them a hard blow, showing our government's unyielding determination to fight the war, and tell them to go for it boldly!"

"Yes, the Military Control Commission will live up to the expectations of the National Government!"

Dai Su, who was originally worried about being scolded for not being able to control his subordinates, immediately answered loudly and confidently.

Just when Dai Su was saying goodbye, he happened to look up and discovered that the color representing the Japanese army on the huge military situation map had approached the temporary capital of the National Government, Ezhou, forming an encirclement, and a war was about to break out.

Inside and outside the telecommunications room of Shanghai Station, countless people were waiting for a call back from the headquarters. When the telegram came back, Wang Tianmu translated it himself. This time it was also eight words, but this time it was:

"Strike with thunder and boost our nation's prestige!"

Wang Tianmu immediately rushed out of the door of the telecommunications room and nodded vigorously to the agents from the Shanghai station headquarters who had been standing there waiting.

"The war of resistance will be won!!"

A burst of suppressed cheers suddenly rang out, and all the agents showed excitement on their faces, as if they had received an invitation to a high-end banquet instead of joining a bloody battle.

Soon, the staff officers of the Intelligence Department took out the plan for raiding behind enemy lines which had been polished countless times from the safe. It turned out that not all the KMT agents were there to do nothing.

The higher-ups did not allow a direct attack on Xiao Rizi, but the KMT agents still quietly polished and perfected this unused raid plan based on the latest intelligence time and time again.

Wang Tianmu looked at the plan that the staff had handed over and was stunned for a moment before decisively issuing orders:

"Contact all the armed forces under our control, and the gang members can also be called upon. At 9 o'clock tonight, divide them into six groups to attack the military agencies, factories and shops in Shanghai.

The first route attacked the Japanese spinning mill and the Japanese naval rear area.

The second route attacked the Shanghai Railway Station, Beisichuan Road where people lived and worked, and Sikkim Public Office.

The third route attacked the Bund, Renji Road, Waibaidu Road, Haining Road, and Arabist Road.

The fourth route attacked the Water Hotel and Zhengjin Wanwan Bank.

The Fifth Route guided workers in western Shanghai to distribute leaflets.

The Sixth Route attacked Hongqiao Airport, Toyota Spinning Mill, Shipyard, Ferry, Xujiahui and Shanghai-Hangzhou Highway.

Wang Tianmu paused, then ordered murderously:

"In short, wherever there is a life of misfortune, there is a riot. If we meet him in a ditch, we kill him in the ditch; if we meet him at the mouth of a sewer, we kill him at the mouth of a sewer; if we meet him in an alley, we kill him in the alley."

"Kill!" The Military Intelligence Bureau agents shouted in a low voice, and then, under the command of the military staff, they broke down the order into smaller pieces according to the tasks and the distribution of the armed forces.

As the tragedy caused by the Japanese army's burning, killing and looting in the suburbs of Shanghai in the morning spread throughout the entire concession with the Japanese army's intentional or unintentional promotion in the hope of intimidating the Chinese people.

Yuan Zihao from Min Bao wandered around the office like a trapped beast for a long time, and finally opened the drawer and took out the photo of Takahashi Shiro.

Holding the photo in one hand and the pen in the other, his inspiration suddenly flowed like a spring. In just one hour, a magnificent article entitled "The Blood Debt of the Mysterious Martyr" was completed.

Wang Jinhan was silent for a moment as he looked at the article, which seemed a little sloppy because the author was so excited.

After a while, he asked:

"Decided?"

Yuan Zihao answered with great confidence:

"Decided!"

Wang Jinhan did not continue to persuade, but picked up the phone and began to contact those newspaper colleagues who were not going to work because of the strike.

Another hour later, dozens of editors and reporters arrived at the newspaper office. After circulating Yuan Zihao's article and photos, everyone fell silent.

Everyone knows what the consequences will be if this article and photo are released. Xiao Ri is a mad dog and has no moral principles.

Yuan Zihao looked at his colleagues who were with him day and night in silence, and did not force them but took the initiative to say:

"You all have families, so I won't force you. You just need to help me proofread and print, and then you can leave. From now on, you are no longer a member of Min Bao, and everything that happens in the future has nothing to do with you."

Everyone nodded silently and began to work in an orderly manner, but everyone's brows were tightly furrowed and they seemed a little absent-minded.

A few hours later, with the efforts of everyone, the layout was completed and 100,000 copies were printed. The last edition of "Min Bao" published Yuan Zihao's magnificent article and the last edition of the Japanese army's atrocities this morning.

At six o'clock in the evening, under the gloomy sky, only Yuan Zihao and Wang Jinhan were left guarding several thick stacks of newspapers.

Neither of them wanted to implicate others, so they didn't ask newsboys to distribute the newspapers. For a moment, they looked worried as they saw that no one was delivering the newspapers they had printed with great difficulty.

At this time, a man wearing a hat and a mask whose face could not be seen clearly walked to the newspaper, picked up a thick stack of newspapers and was about to leave. Wang Jinhan was about to stop him.

One after another, people dressed like this appeared in front of him from all directions. Without saying a word, they silently picked up a stack of newspapers and walked quickly in all directions.

They are old colleagues who have worked together for many years. Without even looking at their faces, Yuan Zihao and Wang Jinhan recognized several familiar figures at just one glance.

The two smiled at each other, silently picked up the last two stacks of newspapers, and walked towards the Japanese-occupied area.