Geng Chaozhong walked along the old town, then took the tram to the Manchurian Railway annex.

Since Zhang Dashuai made Fengtian the capital, this historic city has changed its name several times, from Shengjing to Mukden and from Mukden to Shenyang, but almost all locals still call Shenyang Mukden.

There is no other reason, Fengtian carrier, Fengtian carrier, as soon as I heard it, it was high-end and high-grade, and there was a sense of luxury that was ordered by the sky. This kind of psychology is very similar to the people of Beijing under the roots of the old imperial city, it seems that as long as they say the word Fengtian, they will inexplicably carry an indescribable sense of superiority.

However, the current Mukden is also worthy of this praise - the scale of urban construction in Mukden at that time was already among the largest in Asia, and Japanese public opinion circles at that time widely lamented that Tokyo's urban construction was inferior to Shenyang, and called it the "new Manchurian and Mongolian phenomenon".

Now Fengtian, there are three major commercial ports, the old city, the Manchurian railway gathering place, and the Fengtian commercial port.

Among them, a large number of foreigners, including Japanese, gathered in the Manchurian railway gathering place, and the object of Geng Chaozhong's search, the office of the Party Investigation Section in Fengtian, was located here.

It is very strange that the office of the Nanjing government's Party Investigation Section is swaggering in the sphere of influence of the Japanese, while the special high-tech department is familiar with this.

Perhaps, it was because Tegaoke wanted to show the Japanese, or to the young marshal, that there was no malice.

Or, because Xi Yiming is a transparent person, and transparent people are not threatening.

Xi Yiming is in his thirties, with a slender figure and white skin, if the sun shines on his face, he will clearly see the cyan blood vessels under his white and tender skin.

His address is transparent, his work and rest are transparent, and all his activities are transparent, even his habit of going to the New World Song and Dance Hall every Saturday to listen to Zhen Baoyi sing, and throwing down a piece of the ocean as usual after singing, everyone knows it well.

Therefore, Takeda Hiroshi, who was sitting in the opposite building and watching Xi Yiming, also slacked off.

The people sent by Tegaoke to keep an eye on Xi Yiming also changed from three to two, until only Takeda Hong was left.

Everyone knows that this guy is just a symbolic existence, and his resume is also very clear, he has no military experience, has not joined any secret department, and is just a pure literati.

In fact, looking at his hands, it is very clear, Takeda Hiroshi has observed, and his hands have definitely not held a gun.

He put down the binoculars in his hand and rubbed his tired eyes.

Xi Yiming answered the phone just now, but he didn't say a few words.

According to common sense, after answering the phone, Xi Yiming would pick up the teacup next to the phone, take a sip of tea, and then chew and swallow the tea foam, instead of spitting it in the paper basket next to him.

This is a typical habit of Hunan people.

Hunan native Xi Yiming really swallowed the tea foam, then stood up and smiled out the window.

Is he smiling at me?

Hiroshi Takeda was a little puzzled.

The two windows are separated by at least seventy or eighty meters, what is he laughing at?

Before he could figure out what Xi Yiming was laughing at, Takeda Hong found that Xi Yiming stood up, put on his coat, combed his hair, and began to walk out - it seemed that he was going out for a trip.

Hiroshi Takeda hurriedly put down the binoculars, pushed away the chair, and prepared to push open the door and walk out.

Although I don't know what this Xi Yiming is going to do out, there is always nothing wrong with following him.

The door opened.

But there was a man standing outside the door.

He bowed politely to Hiroshi Takeda, and then said in the standard Hokkaido dialect:

"Excuse me, is it Mr. Hiroshi Takeda?"

"Hello, who are?"

The person who came was so polite and spoke standard Japanese, Takeda Hiroshi subconsciously bent down and bowed to this person.

However, the moment his head was lowered, the man's knee suddenly lifted up and slammed into the bridge of Takeda's nose, but this was only the first time.

Immediately after, Hiroshi Takeda felt a heavy blow on his neck, and then he didn't know what to do.

The person who came came to support Takeda with a smile on his face, helped him into the room with a smile, and then put Takeda on the chair steadily.

"Takeda-kun, you've been staring at it for so long, you're tired, get a good night's sleep!"

The visitor smiled and took out a handkerchief, covered Takeda's mouth, and after a while, Takeda kicked his legs and fell asleep forever.

The man stood up calmly, carefully closed the door, and walked out.

After a while, he walked downstairs, Xi Yiming across the road took off his hat and greeted him with a smile, and the two quickly came together, shoulder to shoulder, and walked south along the road.

"Wild bees?"

Wild bee is Geng Chaozhong's code name in the Stinger Project, and the person who came is Geng Chaozhong.

"Yes, hello Section Chief Xi."

Someone answered.

"You're coming down much faster than I thought, and it seems that you're in good shape. Do you know? I regretted giving you instructions on the phone. I'm afraid you'll never get down again if you go up. ”

"Huh." Geng Chaozhong smiled.

"You're the first person to contact me......"

Xi Yiming then sighed.

"What about the others?" Geng Chaozhong asked.

"Maybe it's dead, maybe it's still lurking. But I haven't heard a signal from anyone in my safe mailbox for at least two months. Xi Yiming said.

A secure mailbox is a mailbox used to report safety, and if you are alive, you will send a letter to certain addresses at regular intervals.

Geng Chaozhong suddenly remembered the screams he had heard in Lushunkou's special high department.

From the conversation between Sato and his subordinates, Geng Chaozhong guessed that the Stinger plan was not going well.

After a moment of silence, the two came to a secluded park.

"Why did you come to me, can't you hide it?" Xi Yiming asked.

"There's one thing I have to report to the organization." Geng Chaozhong said.

"What's the matter?" Xi Yiming showed a curious look.

"I didn't break into the special high-tech, but I accidentally broke into the Soviets, what to do, and ask the organization to give instructions." Geng Chaozhong said helplessly but excitedly.

“..........”

Xi Yiming looked at Geng Chaozhong speechlessly, with a crying and laughing expression on his fair face.

"Section Chief Xi, please don't look at me with this expression, I'm also helpless!" Geng Chaozhong flattened his mouth and said with a sad face.

"I won't ask about the specifics, and that's not my remit. My duty is to cover your retreat when I have very important information. But I don't know if your situation is important information. To be honest, I really don't know what to say. ”

Xi Yiming said.

"Okay," Geng Chaozhong sighed, "Section Chief Xi, I know discipline, but we stingers, once we get in, there is no possibility of turning back." In other words, we don't have an upward channel, so I have to come to you. ”

"Then I can only reflect your situation to the above, and I can't be sure how they will find you and when they will look for you." Xi Yiming said.

"Okay, then that's it."

Geng Chaozhong smiled bitterly and nodded.

The stinger, like the tail needle of a bee, opens the bow without turning back.

The current Nanjing government has not been able to equip all Stingers with radio stations, so their only contact information is the advertising code of Shengjing Daily, and from today on, Geng Chaozhong must pay attention to Shengjing Daily to find the contact information above.

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