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

Less than three days after Shanghai regained its prosperity at the cost of a certain degree of submission of the Japanese army, the Russian Consulate in Shanghai invited diplomats from various countries to hold a diplomatic party.

"Bakayaluo, these damn red-haired guys, are they mocking our locust army? This is intolerable!"

"It's time to resolve decades of grievances!"

~~~~~~~

The fact that the Japanese Army and the Military Intelligence Bureau reached a tacit understanding could not be concealed from the intelligence departments of various countries. It can be said to be a semi-open secret.

Although it is very normal for the diplomatic department to hold a diplomatic party, the Russians are so anxious to hold a diplomatic party at this time.

This was a naked provocation to the Japanese army, who had just suffered a setback and were very sensitive and prone to overthinking.

Ok!

Lu Jun, who already had a feud with the Russians, made a big note of the incident in his densely packed notebook.

Only Ma Liang knew that this was the transaction signal agreed upon between him and the Maozi Consul.

Among the Three Kingdoms, Russia bordered the Celestial Empire and was in a hurry, so it was the first of the Three Kingdoms to transport supplies to Shanghai.

In his eagerness to trade for intelligence on the Japanese army, Maozi inadvertently further stimulated Xiaori, who was already very inferior and sensitive.

At two o'clock in the morning, Ma Liang drove to the outskirts of a warehouse in the concession as agreed.

It was almost as Ma Liang expected. According to the agreement, the Russians could not keep anyone here.

But in the originally quiet night, through the night vision goggles, Ma Liang still found several people who were hiding very well in several extremely hidden corners.

Everyone came from an intelligence organization, and curiosity was an essential quality. Ma Liang did not express any particular dissatisfaction with this.

Because if he were the Russian commander, he would definitely take the risk and leave people here.

"Oh!"

With a subtle dull sound, Ma Liang sneaked in and knocked out a sentry with the leather paddle used by scouts to capture prisoners. The leather paddle used by scouts to capture prisoners, a concussion, a fainting. Looking at the other party's standard Chinese face and attire, Ma Liang had no expression on his face, just put him on the ground.

He knocked out several people in this direction one after another, and without exception, they were all Chinese.

Ma Liang entered the warehouse, simply checked the goods and put the equipment and money into the space, then threw the code book that he had prepared long ago on the spot like throwing away garbage and returned along the same route.

In a dark alley not far from the warehouse, a Ford car was parked quietly inside, ready to follow the convoy coming to pick up the goods.

"Old Guo, you are actually directing it yourself?" A male voice sounded faintly in the dark carriage.

"This is an important task sent by the Communist International. Our superiors want us to cooperate with our comrades on the Russian side to find out the details of the people who come to pick up the goods and try to control this line of intelligence." Guo Xiaoan from Chunlaitang miraculously appeared here.

After that, both of them stopped talking. They were both underground, and they still had some sense of discipline.

Neither of them noticed that a bird-like flying object was circling above their heads.

But until after five in the morning, when the sky began to lighten, Guo Xiaoan and his companions still did not see the expected convoy of trucks.

After the two discussed it, Lao Wang got out of the car directly.

A few minutes later, he passed by the warehouse door carrying a briefcase like a man going to work in a foreign company, but his eyes were constantly looking around.

"Why is the warehouse door open?"

Looking at the open warehouse door, Lao Wang was shocked.

After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and walked into the warehouse.

A moment later, Lao Wang came into the dark alley, panting.

"problem occurs!"

Half an hour later, looking at the empty warehouse, both of them were dumbfounded.

This was five or six tons of cargo! It was moved away silently right under their noses.

Lao Wang and Guo Xiaoan found all four comrades who were knocked unconscious by Ma Liang. They were shocked. They were all veterans with rich combat experience and hid so well, so why were they all ambushed?

There was no time to think about it. Before work started, the two of them took great pains to move the four comrades into the car and returned to a safe house.

"Lao Wang, did you get the stuff?" After being safe, Guo Xiaoan immediately thought of the things he wanted to trade.

"We were cheated. This was a fraud. The other party didn't leave anything." Lao Wang had an angry look on his face, and it didn't look like he was lying at all.

There are many such things on the intelligence front. Besides, Lao Wang has been Guo Xiaoan’s comrade-in-arms for many years, so he didn’t think much about it.

The four unconscious comrades were sent to the hospital in batches. Fortunately, after examination by doctors, all four were found to have mild concussions and were just unconscious, not in danger of life.

In the evening, a slovenly beggar came to the warehouse and took out a notebook full of words from a gap.

In the darkness of night, Old Wang, who had transformed from a beggar into a gentleman in a suit and tie, walked into a white-haired bakery in the concession.

"Do they know about this thing?" Peter, the head of the Far East Intelligence Group of the Russian Foreign Intelligence Bureau, asked excitedly as he flipped through the thing in his hand.

"They only knew to trade important items. They didn't know what they were specifically. This was something I secretly left behind. They thought they were being cheated by the other party."

Lao Wang briefly recounted what happened last night.

"Very good, you have made great contributions. I will apply for a medal for you! But you cannot return yet. You need to continue to hide!" Peter patted Lao Wang's shoulder and said apologetically.

"Twist your neck to the right!" Lao Wang shouted a slogan in a low voice with a firm look in his eyes!

··················

Outside the bakery, in a cafe, drinking coffee and reading a newspaper, Ma Liang listened to the conversation in the headphones and smiled silently.

After Lao Wang left, a young man in a long gown accidentally bumped into him and took off a small piece of his clothes.

Next, a young Hans-American businessman named James spent $20 to buy a small detached villa near the park in the French Concession from a Swedish couple.

Originally, houses in the French Concession were difficult to buy, but a series of violent incidents such as the Military Intelligence Bureau's riots and the Yaksha attacks on the Japanese army made many foreigners who had made enough money feel unsafe in Shanghai.

Many foreigners in the concession chose to leave dangerous Shanghai and return to their home country to enjoy life, and this Swedish couple was no exception.

On that day, Ma Liang, who used the alias James, moved into this villa with a garage, a garden and an underground wine cellar.

In the underground wine cellar, Ma Liang was looking through the telegrams from the Japanese front-line command while rehearsing intelligence analysis with the help of maps.

It took two whole days, and Ma Liang, who graduated from a professional military academy, finally produced a map of the Japanese army's troop and firepower distribution during its attack on Ezhou.

Compared to taking the risk of killing a few minor Japanese characters, what Ma Liang has in his hand is what can truly maximize his value.

At this time, the largest, longest and most enemy-killing battle in the strategic defensive phase of the War of Resistance was about to break out.

Ma Liang’s previous series of actions were all to pave the way for the present.

The Military Intelligence Bureau might not believe the intelligence provided by the mysterious man, fearing that it was a strategic deception by the Japanese army. It would take a lot of time and resources to identify and verify it. By the time the Military Intelligence Bureau's backward intelligence means had completed the verification, it would be too late.

But what if it was provided by the famous Yaksha, the hero who killed Japanese devils?