Fang is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of trouble.

You shine Lao Tzu in the spotlight, can we still have a good time together and have fun together in the future?

Thinking of this, Fang Buwei subconsciously pulled out a sneer, which happened to be seen by Gu Zhenlong.

The more Gu Zhenlong thought about it, the more angry he became, and the anger in his heart gathered into a roar: "Get out of the ...... for Lao Tzu"

Fang didn't run to hug his head.

Looking at Fang Buwei's back, Chen Chao scratched his head.

No, I wanted to ask Fang Bu what was going on?

Come to think of it!

Why do you still want to guard the coal port and Mochou Lake?

Waiting for the Japanese spies who slipped through the net to throw themselves into the net?

What are you kidding, the Japanese are not stupid pigs.

The person has been driven away by Gu Zhenlong, and if he is called back, maybe he will have to be beaten for nothing.

Forget it, let him go!

……

Consulate of Japan.

Ariyoshiaki no longer cares about the responsibility of questioning the Kwantung Army and the Manchurian Railway Investigation Department.

Nanjing's secret service went so far as to take down the Baoyue Tower at Mochou Lake and confiscate the arsenal of the fort.

It doesn't matter if the Baoyue Tower is ended, what Jiming is afraid of is the arsenal of the fort.

Fortunately, according to the report of the traitor in the Central Hospital, the helmsman who knew that there was an authentic tunnel in the tiger's mouth was not sent to the hospital, and eighty percent was already dead.

There was no exchange of fire near the fort, proving that the tunnel information had not been leaked.

Ariyoshiaki firmly believes that even if the tunnels of the tiger's mouth are exposed, no one will find the vault, let alone leak the plan to block the currency reform.

But if you really want to sink all the gold, it will be troublesome to ship it in the future.

He really wanted to send someone to investigate, but damn it, there were still gendarmes patrolling the riverbank near Laohukou, and Youjiming didn't dare to send anyone at all.

Arijiaki estimated that it was because after the weapons depot of the fort sand field was exposed, the secret service agencies in Nanjing were more vigilant and deliberately left the army.

The radio station doesn't have to think about it, it's been martial law for three days, and the radio battery in the tunnel has long been dead, otherwise it would be impossible for him to receive Taro's reply.

Now there's only one last option.

Ariji Ming frowned, and explained to the martial arts hall next to him in a cold voice: "Inform Takeda of the ...... action."

"Hey!" The military attache answered.

Takeda is the person in charge of the Japanese special dispatch to Nanjing to implement the currency reform blockade plan.

After receiving Ariyoshiaki's order, Takeda quietly left the consulate and took a small train in the city to a butcher shop near Suiseki Bridge.

There is a large plaque hanging at the door, and the word "and" is written in the center.

This "harmony" is not the harmony of the Yamato nation, but the harmony of Hutchison and foreign companies.

Hutchison & Co. is the largest food processing factory built by the British in China, on the south bank of the Jinchuan River, covering an area of 600 acres, using the most advanced assembly lines.

This butcher shop is actually one of Hutchison's distributors in Nanjing.

It was the only remaining Japanese stronghold outside the city, and it was only used to connect with the vault guards, and it was only activated in case of emergency.

For example, this time, the consulate can't use the radio to contact the vault, and only Yoshiaki will send someone here to activate the Japanese spies lurking here and connect with the spies guarding the vault.

……

After leaving the military police headquarters, Fang Buwei returned to the naval hospital.

Standing on the watchtower of the hospital, you can clearly see the movement under the two old locust trees.

Not on the Laohukou side, the embankment wall is so high that you can't even see the water.

The bugs at both ends of the tunnel made noises, but only through the observation holes, the Japanese never came out.

The tiger's mouth is full of undercurrents, and if there is no boat to pick it up, people can't even make a splash when they jump down, and there are soldiers patrolling overhead, and the Japanese can only inspect through the ventilation holes or observation holes here.

Sixty or seventy meters away from the Land Temple, there were soldiers of the Fifth Regiment patrolling the roadside, and the Japanese would not deliberately send them to death in broad daylight.

Neither the Land Temple nor the Tiger Pass ever sent out an airwave signal, and Fang Buwei was not sure that the Japanese knew that there were soldiers patrolling not far from the two exits, so they didn't dare to stretch out the antenna, or they didn't charge it for a few days, and the radio station couldn't be used.

The Japanese Consulate General has sent out a lot of radio wave signals, and I don't know if any of them have been sent to the guards of the vault, but the Japanese under the vault don't even dare to expose the antenna, where can they receive the signal?

This is the same as when you run to the basement in later generations, there is no signal on your mobile phone.

I can't hear from the outside world, and the Japanese in the vault should be crazy.

Fang did not estimate that after nightfall, the Japanese would definitely send people out of the tunnel to find out the news.

That's the opportunity he was waiting for.

As soon as the checkpoint opened, there were not many ships on the river, and if it were not for the strict control of the checkpoints upstream and downstream, the cargo ships would have been able to fill the section of the river under the pass.

There were also many ships passing by the entrance of the tiger's mouth, so I couldn't tell if there were Japanese boats among them.

But there were soldiers on the embankment, and even if there were, they didn't dare to drive in.

If a person dares to jump in, he will be swept to the end directly, and it is useless to carry the tire on his back.

After dark, you don't have to be afraid.

The Nanjing curfew refers to the entire city, including the riverbank.

After dark, all piers are closed. All the ships that had to dock in Nanjing were blocked from the checkpoints up and down, and they could not leave until after dawn.

Ships passing through Nanjing at night can only sail and cannot dock. Fang Buwei even ordered that if a disobedient person was found, the patrolling soldiers could directly sink him.

There are really observation ships of Japanese spies, let alone entering the mouth of the tiger, and they can't even get close to the riverbank.

It was just dark, and Fang Buwei left the naval hospital with a backpack on his back.

He deliberately went a little farther away, avoiding the sight of the soldiers and the two locust trees by the river, and went around to the back of the land temple, hiding under a clump of grass.

Even if someone climbs to the top of the old locust tree, they can't see here, and they can't see the situation under the old locust tree because of nature.

But he doesn't have to look, the bug is equivalent to a reminder.

There are only these two in the front and back exits, and as soon as people come out, they will definitely make a noise.

Fang Buwei was motionless, like a dead corpse.

At ten o'clock, there was some movement by the river.

There was a ship that seemed to be docking.

The sound in the ears was not too clear, and the sound of the steam wheel was too loud to hear what the soldiers were scolding, but it should be driving away.

Fang Buwei turned off the eavesdropper, listened attentively, and found that the location of the freighter was on the north shore two or three hundred meters away from the tiger's mouth.

Not surprisingly, the ship was sent by the Japanese to test it.

It is estimated that it is useless to detain it, and if the Japanese dare to send it, they are not afraid to investigate.

Fang Buwei took a breath and turned on the bugging device again.

That's five hours.

It wasn't until nearly one o'clock in the morning that there was movement under the locust tree.

"Squeak...... Squeak......"

It was the sound of the soles of the rubber school shoes stepping on the stone wall, and someone climbing up the hollow of the tree.