Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Zhou Zhengqing finally breathed a sigh of relief after learning that the Police Department was just casting a wide net.

He put his mind at ease and began to devote himself to his work. Every day, he and his lackeys would carefully read the interrogation records carefully prepared by Yoshida Hayato.

This is different from the last time when Yoshida Hayato hastily fabricated the interrogation record.

These records will be compiled into a book and reported to the Military Police Headquarters, which will become an important basis for their promotion, so there cannot be too many mistakes. At least it must make sense on the surface, and every detail must be able to withstand scrutiny, so that others cannot find any major problems.

These interrogation records were all imagined by Hayato Yoshida, and some real elements needed to be incorporated to make them look more convincing.

So, in the following days, Zhou Zhengqing led his lackeys to look through a large amount of archival materials previously kept by the gendarmerie.

They carefully selected the useful information and cleverly added some vague and difficult-to-verify content.

At the same time, they also selected some names and photos of people who have disappeared, and combined them together to form an interrogation record that seems to be full of high intelligence and weight. However, in fact, it has no substantive value.

It was this moment of relaxation and carelessness that prevented Zhou Zhengqing from reacting in time. It also began to truly change Zhou Zhengqing's character and made him gradually grow up.

1937, April 4.

The 9th day after Zhou Yi and his wife were attacked. The 6th day after most members of the Harbin Special Committee were arrested.

Feng Zian returned home from get off work at the news agency as usual. His wife Lin Xiaofeng greeted him at the door.

The two walked into a building on Yongyuan Street in Harbin, arm in arm, chatting and laughing. Their home was on the third floor. This was a Western-style building built by Russians in the early years. Because of its age, it looked a bit shabby.

But compared with the Republic of China style buildings next to it, it is still relatively good.

The news agency where Feng Zian works has a Japanese background. The circulation is not bad, although most of the articles published are about promoting Japan. But there are also a few pages where some small articles can be published.

Because of Feng Zi'an's relationship, Lin Xiaofeng was often able to publish some short articles on it.

"Mr. Feng, you're home from get off work."

"Yes, Aunt Wang. Why are you going out at this time? Let me tell you, anti-Japanese elements are being caught everywhere outside. It's better to go out less if you don't have to." Feng Zian responded to his neighbor Aunt Wang with a smile and reminded her at the same time.

"It's okay. I'm just at the door. My son Yongxiang hasn't come home yet, so I'm going to his uncle's house to check on him. I don't know what this kid is busy with all day long. He's not home all day."

"The child is grown up now, so you don't need to worry about him all the time. It's windy outside, so please be careful when walking." Lin Xiaofeng advised.

Aunt Wang's son is called Zhang Yongxiang. He is already in his twenties. He has always been wandering around the streets. He doesn't have a proper job. He spends all day drinking, gambling and visiting brothels run by White Russians with his bad friends. If he doesn't have money, he goes home to ask Aunt Wang for it. If Aunt Wang doesn't give it to him, he will do some sneaky things.

If Aunt Wang's husband hadn't been a driver for a minor official in the municipal government, and had a bit of status, someone like Zhang Yongxin would have been arrested by the police long ago.

Aunt Wang thanked her and went downstairs.

Feng Zian and Lin Xiaofeng opened the door and entered the house.

After entering the door, Lin Xiaofeng leaned against the door to listen to the noise outside. Then she walked into the kitchen and brought the food that had been prepared long ago to the table.

After the two sat down, Lin Xiaofeng asked in a low voice, "Haven't you contacted the organization yet?"

Feng Zian shook his head and remained silent.

Lin Xiaofeng looked at Feng Zian sitting there with a worried look on his face and couldn't help but say, "How about I use the radio to contact the secretary and the others?"

However, Feng Zian waved his hand and frowned, saying, "No. There were gunfights everywhere a few days ago. Something must have happened.

The higher-ups ordered our municipal party committee to keep the radio station silent. You violated discipline and made a call three days ago, which was a mistake. You can’t send it again.”

He knew that the situation was extremely critical and if he made another call, the enemy might discover their location.

Lin Xiaofeng's face became serious and she said worriedly, "What should we do? The search outside is so intense. I'm worried that Xiao Zhao and the others will be exposed. We have to arrange for them to move." She knew very well that the current situation was not favorable for them and they had to take action as soon as possible.

Feng Zian pondered for a moment and came up with a plan. He told Lin Xiaofeng, "Write an article and I'll take it to the news agency tomorrow."

Writing articles is the way for the two of them to communicate with their superiors urgently.

Lin Xiaofeng understood that the situation was urgent and that the article or short story needed to be well written so that Feng Zian could arrange for it to be published in the newspaper of the news agency. After all, Feng Zian was just an ordinary editor of the news agency.

She still needed the approval of the editor-in-chief, so she didn't bother to eat, but immediately went into the study and began to seriously think about the article.

Downstairs, on the second floor across the street.

Facing the window of Feng Zian's house, the curtains moved, and a ray of light was reflected.

That's the reflection of the eyes.

The man with glasses spoke without turning his head. "Are you serious? Are you sure they are anti-Japanese elements?"

"Sir, everything I said is true. After they moved in, I found that Lin Xiaofeng often made some strange noises when he was alone at home. I sneaked into his house and listened to it. It sounded like the sound of a telegraph machine in a telegraph office."

The person who was speaking showed a flattering smile and said flatteringly: "Sir, please don't disbelieve me! I heard this with my own ears, and there is absolutely no lie!"

After saying this, he lowered his head again, his eyes flickering, and he seemed to be a little guilty. But soon, he adjusted his mood and continued.

"I was curious at the time, so I secretly used some skills to open her door and slipped in... and then I heard it..."

The man with glasses turned around, but the other man looked at him coldly with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"You were able to spot the anti-Japanese elements hiding and sending messages. You are really amazing."

This person was Pan Yue, the head of the Intelligence Section of the Special Agent Division of the Police Department. His tone was somewhat sarcastic, and he was obviously not surprised by the news. This person obviously didn't say something, but you can guess that he either wanted to steal money or something.

After hearing what Pan Yue said, the man with glasses panicked and quickly explained: "Sir, I really didn't mean it. I just wanted to listen to what she was doing. I... I didn't know how to listen to the sound of the telegraph machine."

"When was that time?" Pan Yue asked with a frown.

"About two months ago."

Pan Yue turned around and said, "Tsk, why did you come to the police station to find us just now?"

"Well, I originally wanted to use this to threaten Lin Xiaofeng. But my mother has been at home for the past two months, and I can't find a good opportunity. Money has been tight these days, and I heard that you are offering a high price for information. I just want to make some money to spend. Hehe."

Pan Yue looked at the young man with disdain, took out a stack of bills from his pocket, and casually threw it in his face.

"Hurry up and take the money and get out of here. Don't let me see you again."

The young man quickly bent down to pick up the money on the ground. After picking it up, he did not forget to thank Pan Yue repeatedly. Then he ran out.

Hu Bin stood up from a stool at the side. He walked to Pan Yue's side and looked at the lighted room opposite. "How about it, shall we do it?"

Pan Yue looked at Hu Bin and teased, "The guy named Zhang Yongxiang just now betrayed the woman he liked for 100 yuan. Would you, Hu Bin, betray our section chief for money?"

After hearing this, Hu Bin kicked Pan Yue on the butt. "Get lost! We are doing business, don't talk nonsense."

Pan Yue dodged Hu Bin's foot and patted the corner of his shirt with his hand. "That's what I despise the most about you. If you like someone, just say it. Why do you have to let everyone know and pretend that no one knows?"

Seeing that Hu Bin was about to come up and beat him up, Pan Yue quickly raised his hand and said, "Okay, okay. Alright. I won't say any more. I won't say any more."

"Don't talk nonsense in front of Section Chief Guan." Hu Bin warned and looked across again.

Pan Yue also stood over and looked at the window opposite. Although the curtains were drawn, he seemed to be able to see what the people on the opposite side were doing, his eyes were sharp and indifferent.

"Originally, I have always been a meticulous worker, and I like to play the long game to catch big fish. But now I can't do that anymore. Go ahead and catch it."

This is what Hu Bin was waiting for. He raised his hand, opened the window, and waved to the dozen policemen who had been hiding on both sides of the street.

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