Zheng Hongbo said with a smile: "I said a long time ago, Ning Zhiheng is arrogant, he can't afford to lose anything, if he doesn't take this breath, he is just afraid that he won't even be able to sleep well!" ”

Suddenly, he remembered something again, and asked again: "How is that Fu Yaozu now, isn't this cotton merchant under the protection of Lu Tianqiao?" Now that Lu Tianqiao has fallen, we must prevent him from escaping to downtown Shanghai! ”

Hou Weizhao hurriedly said: "I was about to report this matter to you, but today the newspaper published a servant notice from Fu Yaozu, a business tycoon in Shanghai, saying that he died of illness at home last night because of his injuries. ”

When Zheng Hongbo heard this, he looked at Hou Weizhao in surprise, and couldn't help asking, "Why is it so coincidental, it was also last night?" ”

"It was last night, a few hours later than Lu Tianqiao!" Hou Weizhao smiled mysteriously, and said with some disdain in his tone: "This kind of rat generation, he sees his life as bigger than the sky, if he was really too injured, he would have been sent to the hospital a long time ago, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is Ning Zhiheng's attack on these two targets at the same time, but I don't know what method he used to quietly take Fu Yaozu's life!" ”

Zheng Hongbo nodded, he had always been quite jealous of Ning Zhiheng, but at the same time, he never doubted his super ability to act.

He opened his mouth and said: "After these two things in the French Concession, it is estimated that no one dares to hook up with the Japanese anymore, and we have saved a lot of trouble, you must know that most of our people are placed in the French Concession, if the Green Gang and the Japanese collude together, they will be tied up!" ”

Hou Weizhao's eyes flickered, and he asked softly: "Ning Zhiheng was able to mobilize such a great force in the French Concession, do you say, is his intelligence station located in the French Concession?" ”

Zheng Hongbo raised his eyes and looked at Hou Weizhao, although he felt that he was a little reckless in asking, but he completely believed in his old subordinate, and replied lightly: "This is not necessarily, they have a lot of money there, and it is not difficult to arrange more footholds, but I think the possibility of the public concession is greater, where the strength of the Youth Gang is relatively weak, and it is the base camp of Britain, the United States, France and Germany, the power of foreigners is entrenched and intertwined, and it is also the gathering point of the Shanghai underground intelligence network, Ning Zhiheng can be in such a short time, To obtain important information many times, it must have been involved in the intelligence market and borrowed these convenient channels to make it prosperous! ”

When Hou Weizhao heard this, he naturally knew that the station commander was a little dissatisfied with the intelligence work of the intelligence station, and he couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart; in fact, for such a long time, it has been difficult for the Chinese intelligence department to achieve results in intelligence collection, especially for the Japanese.

Again, as the old saying goes, there is a lack of sources of intelligence, and there are no intelligence officers of their own within the enemy, and most of them are on passive defense against Japanese spying.

This phenomenon is the same in all intelligence stations, and even the major military intelligence stations in the northeast region, which are now behind enemy lines, are still unable to penetrate deep into the Japanese intelligence departments.

As a front-line intelligence station that has been confronting the Japanese for a long time, the Shanghai Military Intelligence Station has made a lot of efforts over the years to try to get close to the Japanese intelligence department, but in the end it was all in vain, and it lost many excellent agents.

"Stationmaster, you also know the situation of our station, over the years, the intelligence work has not been smooth, I have also tried to contact those underground intelligence networks, but I have been in contact with a few times, but I have not been recognized by the other party, especially those intelligence dealers are too ruthless, often tens of thousands of pounds and dollars of transactions, as far as our funds are concerned, we can't afford it at all, a few times, we will cut off contact, or you will apply for more funds from the headquarters!"

Hou Weizhao's words made Zheng Hongbo angry and funny, he pointed at Hou Weizhao and said: "What you said is so light, the funds of the headquarters are so easy to get?" The opening is tens of thousands of pounds and dollars, our Shanghai station is a large station, and the annual expenses are worth the expenses of a district in the northeast, are you still not satisfied? Besides, even if I have the cheekiness to ask for the funds, do you dare to guarantee that you will get the valuable information back? In the end, the bamboo basket was empty, in case it was not clear, did you really think that the Supervision Department was a decoration? ”

Zheng Hongbo's words made Hou Weizhao smile bitterly, who would dare to pat his chest and beat this package ticket in intelligence work, he had no choice but to shrug his shoulders and spread his hands, and asked helplessly: "Ning Zhiheng's intelligence station, the cost is similar to ours, but this financial situation is far away, not to mention throwing a lot of money in the intelligence market, in terms of equipment, you look at this operation, the arms used are using artillery to fight flies." ”

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head, and said with emotion again: "This is completely showing off!" ”

Zheng Hongbo said angrily: "His backstage is not in the headquarters, it is the Baoding Department behind him, which of those big guys leaks a little bit between their fingers, they can also hold us to death, these years, without a backer, even the dog can't grab food!" ”

The envy and jealousy in his tone could no longer be hidden, he knew Ning Zhiheng's background, but he didn't know about Ning Zhiheng's robbery of the Pudong warehouse, and he took advantage of this matter, so naturally he wouldn't say much, Zheng Hongbo always thought that Ning Zhiheng had the help of the forces behind him, so he was so impressive in Shanghai.

On the other hand, on his own side, he was waiting dryly for the little funds from the headquarters, and he was tied up when he started doing things, but he often had to take it out and compare it with Ning Zhiheng, which became more and more mediocre.

"You must also hurry up your actions, if you can't get military intelligence, it's good to get the whereabouts of some high-ranking Japanese officers, if we want to apply for funds from the headquarters, we must also come up with some dry goods, otherwise it will be difficult to open this mouth!"

"Yes! Stationmaster, I'll do my best! Hou Weizhao had no choice but to agree.

In a safe house in the Shanghai Public Concession, Xu Yongchang, who had successfully completed the assassination mission, was anxiously waiting in the living room.

Last night, he left the Fu family and came directly to this safe house, which was a safe house specially arranged for him by Huo Yueze, and said that once the task was completed, he would immediately enter this place to lurk and wait for the next order from the intelligence station.

At this time, there was a rhythmic knock on the door, Xu Yongchang quickly touched his hand to his waist, and then listened carefully, knowing that it was his own person who came to the door.

He hurriedly stepped forward and opened the door, and at this time, he saw Huo Yueze, the director of intelligence, walking in.

"Director Huo!" Xu Yongchang immediately stood up and saluted.

Huo Yueze nodded slightly, took two steps forward and turned sideways, letting go of a young man behind him.

Xu Yongchang raised his eyes and looked at it, and his heart was suddenly shocked, and his body immediately straightened.

"Stationmaster Ning!"

The young man who appeared later was none other than Ning Zhiheng, deputy director of the Shanghai Military Intelligence Station.

Ning Zhiheng was stunned, he didn't expect that this Xu Yongchang would recognize him at first sight, and it seemed that he was an old man.

He looked at Xu Yongchang, nodded with a smile, and then walked straight to the middle of the living room, sat down on the sofa, and Huo Yueze stood quietly next to him.

Xu Yongchang turned around and closed the door tightly, and hurriedly came to the living room, and then saluted again.

Ning Zhiheng was very satisfied with his performance, Xu Yongchang had not been in the army for a long time, but the posture of the military salute was very standard, and he had obviously worked hard, which showed that Xu Yongchang cherished his military identity very much and had a strong sense of mission.

His eyes were bright, and after looking at Xu Yongchang for a long time, when Xu Yongchang was nervous and uneasy, he suddenly asked, "Do you recognize me?" ”

Xu Yongchang immediately replied: "I met you on the school field of the camp in Nanshi half a year ago, when you just took over the position of the captain of the special service team, and it is still unforgettable!" ”

Ning Zhiheng's eyes darkened, and he couldn't help patting the armrest of the sofa with one hand, and said with emotion: "Half a year, in a hurry, you and I are destined, and we can still meet today, but many of those brothers at that time will never see each other again!" ”

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but think of Zhu Weihua, the detachment leader of the fifth detachment, the lieutenant colonel officer with broad shoulders and always a hearty smile.

When the two of them went to the battlefield separately, Zhu Weihua, who was about to go to the Jiangbei battlefield, did not think of increasing the number of soldiers and supplementing his strength for himself, but focusing on the overall situation, and handed over the 200 young students under his subordinates to Ning Zhiheng, just to be able to retain some fire for the future of the country and leave some pillars of the material.

After Ning Zhiheng returned from the Pudong battlefield, the two of them returned to Nanshi, and in a hurry, Zhu Weihua sacrificed his life for the country in the Nanshi resistance battle and died heroically.

Although the two of them have not been together for a long time, Ning Zhiheng has always admired Zhu Weihua, and often sacrificed himself for Zhu Weihua, and secretly felt sad.

When I saw Xu Yongchang today, I couldn't help but feel gloomy and full of emotion, and he asked softly: "Were you present when your Captain Zhu died?" ”

Xu Yongchang frowned, his mood was very heavy, he recalled the scene at that time, and said in a deep voice: "When the detachment leader died, I was by my side, it was the last day of the resistance battle, we endured for three days and three nights, the brothers around us were gone, there were less than a hundred people left, and they were forced to a building in the northernmost part of Nanshi, which was also our last position, the Japanese artillery fire became more and more fierce, and our bullets were also running out, and finally the detachment leader was crushed under the collapsed pillar, and everyone couldn't lift it out, At that time, the Japanese were getting closer and closer, and the detachment commander said that our mission of covering the large army had been completed, and ordered us to retreat to the concession, but the brothers were unwilling to abandon him and insisted on not retreating. ”

As soon as the last sentence came out, Ning Zhiheng felt a pain in his heart, like a boulder pressed on his chest, he was speechless for a long time, he knew that Zhu Weihua died in Nanshi, but he didn't know that Zhu Weihua was forced to kill himself in the end, and the sacrifice was so tragic!