Vegetable leaves and broken wood floating on the turbid surface of the river are rising and sinking with the river.

At this time, Jiang Xin was sailing past a wooden-hulled brig.

The brown sails have a lot of patches on them, but they are very structured and bulging through the middle of the river with a bulging headwind.

With the muffled sound of a long whistle, the "Jihe fast wheel" is slowly approaching the shore.

The crowd waiting on the pier and the passengers standing behind the railing of the cabin are waving to each other. Xu was reunited after a long absence, and the expressions of the crowd on and off the boat were very rich.

As the ropes thrown by the sailors hung from the bollards, the rusty passenger ship came to the sixteen-shop pier with a muffled sound.

It wasn't until the passengers were almost down that Pu Su came out of the third-class cabin and walked down the gangway with the suitcase.

Out of caution, he didn't let someone from Shanghai send someone to pick him up, preferring to arrange his own place to stay.

"Jihe Kuailun" is said to be a fast wheel, and it took ten days to drive from Chongqing to Shanghai.

It didn't take long for him to feel targeted.

Although it may be that he was overreacting, and the two agents who were trained in tracking may not have come for him, Pu Su did not dare to take it lightly.

For a few days after the departure of the ship, he first did not leave the cabin, pretending to be a seasick ship, lying in the cramped cabin bunk to read, and the waiters were sent into the cabin for all three meals.

Until the fourth day, early in the morning and late in the evening, he went for a walk on the deck.

Then he began to go to the dining room to eat normally, ordering only the simplest vegetarian dish with a bowl of rice. Most of the time, it's just a bowl of Yangchun noodles, which is in line with his identity as a cover when he gets on the boat.

And the two figures that once made him feel wrong never appeared again.

Carrying a rattan suitcase, Pu Su walked out of the dock with the crowd.

Ahead is the drunken ten-mile ocean, and the statue of the goddess of victory stands tall on the Bund.

It's just that it's only a few hundred meters away, but the sixteenth shop is full of desperate homeless people and fierce ruffians. Coupled with the passengers sent there, even Chongqing Chaotianmen Wharf is much more orderly than here.

On the Shanghai-Chongqing route alone, 13 transit ships sailed, and the area around the wharf was chaotic.

On both sides of the crowded exit are rickshaw drivers waiting for passengers, trying to solicit business from passengers who disembark.

At the exit, there were Japanese military policemen with loaded guns and dogs, watching the flow of people, and from time to time some passengers were dragged out of the crowd by several traitors and searched.

Pu Su passed through the box with a blank face.

Passing through the small east gate, he walked and stopped towards the west, and from time to time he looked like he was struggling to put down his suitcase. There was a hesitant expression on his face that he was trying to identify his bearing, looking left and right, looking like a newcomer to the city.

"Could it be that those two spies have already disembarked from Yichang or Nanjing?"

Although he thought so, his usual caution allowed him to continue to cross the street and enter an alley.

Walking through this alley called Lao Taiping Lane, Pu Su jumped on a tram and stood at the back of the car with a suitcase after getting on the train. So far, he has not found anything suspicious.

When the tram reached Fada Road, he got off the back of the train and took out a map and pretended to be looking for a place. When he folded the map and put it in his pocket, he was satisfied, and he didn't notice that anyone in the car had followed him down.

Then he quickened his pace to the corner and told the rickshaw driver that he was going to Jing'an Temple. It's just that as soon as the car arrived at the Hurd intersection, he got out of the car with a suitcase, paid for the car, and went into a Subang noodle restaurant on the side of the road to order a bowl of eel noodles.

Twenty minutes later, Pu Su, who came out of the noodle shop, got into a rickshaw again and arrived at Xiafei Road, and then got off at Lao Dachang.

In fact, his destination was the "Daito Hotel", two intersections away.

Now the situation is becoming more tense, and the task of his trip is also very important.

Pu Su believes that any precautions are not superfluous.

……

Shanghai, 1940.

On March 5th, the spring was cold.

Located on the east coast of the Asian continent, Shanghai, on the front edge of the Yangtze River Delta, has a temperate climate. An old newspaper in front of the Daito Hotel was blown high by the northwest wind, making a rustling sound in the air.

I took the key from the porter and went to the room on the second floor. Pu Su put down the rattan box and walked to the window, looked sideways behind the curtain for a while, and then closed the curtain. He returned to the door and stopped for a few seconds before gently attaching the latch.

Then he placed the rattan box on the bed. He took off his thick cotton robe of Yin Dan Shilin, revealing a cowhide shoulder strap on his shoulder, and a short gun stuffed under each armpit.

The cotton robe he took off was held in his hand, and he found the thread and pulled it hard. After a soft "stab" sound, the clip cracked, scattering more than a dozen pieces of paper, large and small. He carefully put the pieces of paper together and checked them again.

After I got on the boat, I slept in my clothes every night. The rattan box, on the other hand, is always on the side of the pillow, never leaving it wherever it goes.

After packing up his papers, he sat down on the edge of the bed, bent down and lifted his trouser legs, and put away the other Walter P38 pistol that was fixed to his calf and tucked it under the mattress in the place of the pillow.

It was only then that he fumbled carefully at the mouth of the rattan box and opened the lid. Remove the tripwire from one of the steel wires inside and take out a German-made M24 grenade.

The neatly folded clothes in the box are pressed with a copy of "The Theory of Heavenly Evolution" published by the Shaanxi Weijing Office, and the mimeographs on the curly feet are printed - [Yan Fu Translation] and [Huxley].

After taking out the thread-bound book, Pu Su began to organize the contents of the box.

Whatever you bring is a little later, you have to send it out. The hotel is crowded with people, and a temporary stay here is just a necessary protective transition after disembarkation.

……

It was only six o'clock, but it was already night, but the incandescent lights on Xiafei Road had not yet been turned on.

The wind was stronger than in the afternoon, and Pu Su, who had walked out of the hotel, tightened the straps of his windbreaker and raised his collar.

At this time, he was wearing a three-piece tweed suit and an English trench coat over it. A pair of leather shoes under his feet are shiny, he wears a woolen top hat on his head, and he also carries a coffee-colored cowhide briefcase in his hand, just like a comprador of a foreign company.

In fact, Pu Su was born in Shanghai and emigrated abroad with his family when he was a teenager. Although he has been away for nearly 20 years, he can still speak fluent Shanghainese dialect, which may be one of the reasons why the organization sent him to Shanghai now.

Of course, the most important thing is his relationship with the contact person he is about to meet.

As a teenager, he attended the University of Lyon in France, where he was first exposed to progressive ideas. At that time, the school organized several progressive groups, including the "Engineering World Society" and the "Work-Study Society".

After graduating from Lyon, Pusu had no intention of studying. Knowing that with the current national conditions and people's livelihood, coupled with the Japanese eyeing the country, under the rule of the corrupt Nationalist government, industry alone cannot save the country.

It didn't take long for Pusu, who had organized the expedition, to be sent directly from France to Moscow to study at the "Austoznaya School of Agents".

This school was actually a training center for the secret Soviet service "Cheka". Pu Su spent three years studying systematically there, training mainly in political, military, and intelligence agent skills.

Three years later, when he graduated from the "Cheka", he was not sent back to the country. Because of his outstanding graduation results, Pu Su was ordered to stay at the CCP Liaison Office in Moscow with several other comrades, responsible for training the subsequent party agents selected from China.

Gu Zhengzhang, the head of the special branch who had previously defected, also received training in the Cheka. It was only a short time in Moscow, and more than three months were only trained in political defense.

Gu Zhengzhang was one step ahead of him, and when Pu Su went to Moscow, he had already completed his studies and returned to China. I only heard that this old comrade has a good ability, and he has mastered a lot of agent skills in a short period of time. After the counter-revolutionary coup d'état of April 12, he began to assist in the leadership of the Central Special Branch and concurrently served as the head of the Red Team.

After this person's defection, he brought great losses to our party. Because he held a large number of core secrets of our party, the underground party organizations suffered tremendous damage, and many underground party members were killed.

In May 1935, Pu Su was sent by the organization to return to China from Moscow to prepare for the hoeing mission.

It's just that before he arrived, Gu Zhengzhang had been secretly executed by the Nationalist Government in Suzhou Prison. Subsequently, according to the organizational arrangement, Pu Su traveled to various revolutionary base areas and continued to train secret service personnel.

Until this time I accepted the mission and infiltrated Shanghai.