Nanjing, Ji'e Lane, office seat.

"I just received a telegram from Beiping, and the location of the report is Beiping East Asia Daily!" A newspaper collector walked briskly into the office and reported to the office.

"Dong-A Ilbo? Is that the Dong-A Ilbo that advocates that the Paradise of Kings is a bright future for Asia? Get out of the way! ”

Recently, China and Japan have been discussing peace in North China, and the seemingly tense atmosphere seems to have eased somewhat, but in fact, the intelligence agencies of Hong Kong and Nanyang have been fighting in full swing for a long time, and they have no time to care about the bullshit of pro-Japanese newspapers!

"The telegram is very short, only eight words: Heavy rain in Beiping, houses destroyed and people died." The sender did not leave, but still insisted on saying the contents of the telegram.

"What!"

The seat jumped up all of a sudden, the hand holding the pen was raised, only to hear the sound of "hammer", the tea jar on the table was knocked over to the ground, the tea was bubbling down the edge of the table, but the seat didn't care at all, an arrow rushed to the front of the reporter, grabbed the reporter's neckline, and said in a trembling voice: "You say it again!" ”

"Torrential rain in Beiping, houses are destroyed and people die!" Although the dispatcher trembled with fear by the gesture of his seat, he still uttered these eight words.

"Amaki!"

The seat couldn't help but sigh in the sky, and retreated step by step, until he leaned on the edge of the table, and then stopped in a gloomy way, the tea soaked through the pants of the seat, but he still didn't realize it at all.....

Tang Zong, the secretary next to him, hurriedly held the seat and comforted him in a low voice: "The seat is mourning, the matter has not been investigated clearly, you don't have to worry." ”

He shook his head - what these eight words meant, he knew very well in his heart, the house was destroyed and people died, which meant that the Beiping Station had been completely wiped out, this code word was the last code word of all intelligence stations, and it was also the last word he wanted to hear.

But now.......

He held the table with his palms and slowed down for a while, before he came back to his senses and said, "Call back, second-class code, start the autumn cicada plan!" ”

The messenger said yes and ran out quickly.

The Autumn Cicada Plan is a backup plan to let the remaining personnel lurk on the spot, but how many people can be left at Beiping Station? Also, what about Geng Chaozhong, who just rushed to Beiping? Where is he?

He leaned back on his desk, trying to calm himself, but his heart was as painful as being bitten by a rodent.

People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless.

Although Beiping Station is important, what he is worried about now is not this, but Wang Tianmu's safety!

Wang Tianmu is the most trusted person in his life, there is no one, the two met as early as the Zhejiang Garrison Department, and they intersected with each other, Wang Tianmu at that time was still his superior, but Wang Tianmu did not pretend to be superior at all, took care of himself everywhere, and strongly recommended himself to join the Whampoa Military Academy, which is now famous Dai Jiangshan!

If something happens to him, it will be like cutting off one of his arms!

It's just that this clear code telegram was sent from the Japanese-controlled Dong-A Ilbo office, does this mean that Wang Tianmu has fallen into the hands of the Japanese?

While pondering, there was another sound of footsteps outside the door, and the dispatcher ran back again, with a very strange look on his face, Dai Yunong forcibly suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and asked in a deep voice: "What else is there, say!" ”

"The other party called back again: Please listen to the broadcast of Dong-A Daily." The dispatcher replied.

The expression of the seat was stunned, but he still walked to the front of the cabinet, unscrewed the radio, and a moment later, a standard Chinese male voice came from the radio:

"Dong-A Ribao news, recently, the Japanese wolf son ambition, first occupy Rehe, then map Pingjin, and Tunbing Gubeikou Xifengkou, preaching what Greater East Asia XX, with the intention of forcing me to sign an alliance under the city; in this regard, we Dong-A Ribao are extremely indignant, Rehe is the hot river of the Chinese, and Pingjin is the Pingjin of the Chinese; this move of the Japanese side ignores the mediation of the international convention and the League of Nations, bullies the weak, and is unscrupulous; all my colleagues at the Dong-A Ribao express complete opposition to this, and call on colleagues in the press to severely condemn the atrocities of the Japanese army. And solemnly declare: From now on, Dong-A Daily does not welcome any pro-Japanese remarks, and will be closed for three days from now on in protest! ”

Speaking of this, the male voice paused and broadcast again:

"Muto, I will be your ancestor."

This sentence was said steadily, the tone was extremely gentle, and there was no scolding tone and attitude at all, but because of this, it seemed even more weird, the expression of the seat was stagnant, poof, a mouthful of saliva choked into the throat, and couldn't help coughing violently twice, Tang Zong next to him hurriedly held it up, and said in a low voice:

"This broadcast, too....... Unexpected ......"

Can it not be unexpected? It is a ridiculous fact that a newspaper that has always been known for being pro-Japanese should make such a statement!

He coughed a few times, but the expression on his face softened a lot, but in Tang Zong's opinion, it was quite like crying and laughing, he gently patted the back of the seat, and asked in a low voice: "Seat, this broadcast should not be done by the Japanese, it seems that our people should have controlled the broadcast and telecommunications room of Dong-A Daily." ”

"Yes," nodded with a smile, "I already know who the messenger is.....

........

In the telecommunications room of the Beiping East Asia Daily, Geng Chaozhong's pistol was still pointed at the announcer's head, and he looked at the announcer with a dead face proudly, and encouraged:

"It's good, but the last sentence is a little less emotional, now you listen, from beginning to end, read it to me again, if you don't have passion this time, I want your head!"

The announcer's body trembled like chaff, he didn't know what kind of uproar this broadcast would cause, but with the gun on his head, how could he pick and choose?

He opened his mouth and read aloud again, Geng Chaozhong smiled, put down the gun on his head, and turned his head to look at the few people next to him - the middle-aged leading man had already been knocked unconscious by him, and the rest of the people were also sitting there honestly.

In fact, just now he just wanted to send a warning telegram, but later he found out that the telecommunications room of the large newspaper at this time was not only responsible for receiving and receiving telegrams, but also broadcasting and communicating, so he had the whimsical idea to concoct this anti-Japanese remark from Dong-A Ilbo.

Geng Chaozhong squinted, hehe Zhile, as soon as this broadcast is released, the position of the traitor president of Dongya Daily may not be saved!

However, as soon as this telegram and radio are issued, I am afraid that this room will not be able to stay either.

Outside the door, there was already a dense sound of footsteps, Geng Chaozhong pushed open the window, looked downstairs, the courtyard in the early morning was as usual, obviously, most people had not realized what was happening in the telecommunications room, Geng Chaozhong smiled, grabbed the curtains that had already been tied, jumped down gently, and in a blink of an eye, disappeared into the corner.......