Xiaobao walked out of the Kwantung Army Intelligence Headquarters building and breathed a sigh of relief, finally passing another level.

Xiaobao was used as a meat ticket by the big cabinet when he was five or six years old, and his survival was not entirely dependent on the kindness of the big cabinet and Liu Dascar, and it was not one or two who were torn up in the end. relied on Xiaobao's forced eyes and things to come.

I used it again today and it seems to work pretty well.

In the future, you can go to the territory of the North Koreans more openly, and you don't have to hide anymore. And you can get rid of the stupid biao.

Xiaobao walked across the buying and selling street on his way home.

When Xiaobao walked down the trading street, a pair of eyes stared at him for a long time.

Those were Zhang Bongguang's eyes. He was in the barbershop looking through the window at Xiaobao walking down the street.

Although he now has more important tasks, Zhang Fengguang has not stopped paying attention to Xiaobao.

Today, the secret liaison informed him that the radio station and the dispatcher had arrived. Let him meet the dispatcher at the Oriente cinema at the appointed time.

This is the last and most important link in Zhang Fengguang's formation of the intelligence team. After that, I relied on telegraph to contact my superiors.

In the evening, Zhang Fengguang covered the window. He returned to his room and changed into a new outfit that he had never worn before, put on his top hat and quickly walked out of the house and disappeared into the night.

When Zhang Fengguang came to the Oriente Cinema, there were still ten minutes left before the next performance. The crowd of people poured towards the door of the movie theater.

Zhang Fengguang stood on the second step, took out a box of cigarettes, took out one, lit it, smoked two puffs, and threw it on the ground to extinguish it with his feet.

At this time, a young Russian came up and asked in fluent Northeast dialect: "Sir, have you bought a ticket?" My friend can't come because of something, so I'll have an extra one. Do you want it? ”

Zhang Fengguang asked, "How much?" ”

The young Russian smiled and said, "Make a friend, a dollar." ”

Zhang Fengguang said: "I want to buy a box ticket. ”

The young Russian said, "I'm a box ticket." ”

Zhang Fengguang nodded, took out two yuan and handed it to the young Russian, who took the money and put it in his pocket, turned around and walked towards the door of the movie theater. Zhang Fengguang followed closely behind.

The cipher is perfectly aligned.

The two men sat down in the box and shook hands in the dark. The young Russian said: "You can call me Vasily, I don't know anything about you and don't want to hear about it." I'm just here to speak to you on behalf of my superiors. ”

Zhang Fengguang nodded: "I understand, this is a rule and a discipline." ”

"During this period, our intelligence organization was severely damaged. Intelligence teams everywhere have been destroyed repeatedly, and you must be extra careful. The use of the telegraph should be strictly controlled. The radio detection of the Kwantung Army is getting stronger and stronger. Vasily said.

"Actually, I received a year of special training in the Soviet Union, and I will send a newspaper. Just give me the telegraph. Zhang Fengguang said.

"No, it's discipline." Vasily said.

Zhang Fengguang nodded and did not speak.

"In the Northeast there are not only our intelligence organizations, but also the intelligence organizations of the Far Eastern Intelligence Directorate of the Comintern. Let me tell you from my superiors that some of your comrades-in-arms were sent back from the USSR by the Far Eastern Intelligence Service to work in intelligence. You can't have any contact with them. Vasily whispered. tone

With severity.

"I know, it's discipline too." Zhang Fengguang said.

"The superior asked me to tell you that you have to pay close attention to that person. It's hard for us to break into the intelligence department of the Kwantung Army. Maybe in the future he will help us a lot. Vasily ordered.

"I think that person is greedy for life and afraid of death, and he is a little slippery. He may not be willing to work for us. Zhang Fengguang said.

"Don't talk to him about big things, talk to him more about feelings." A smile appeared on Vasily's face.

"You know him?" Zhang Fengguang asked in surprise.

"We're friends. He was a man who was willing to do things for his friends. Vasily replied.

"Actually, my mission was originally mainly aimed at him, but after finding him, I found that he was of little value." Zhang Fengguang said with a wry smile.

"Keep an eye on him, we can't just look at the present. He will definitely be of great use in the future. Vasily said.

Zhang Fengguang swallowed the sentence that I actually knew him and didn't say it.

"We have been looking for the reason why our intelligence group was destroyed by the intelligence agencies of the Kwantung Army, and there are no results yet. The more times like this, the more careful you have to be. Your secret liaison will be back to the Soviet Union soon, also to keep you and the intelligence team safe. Five minutes later, your telegraph operator will be seated here. Good luck in your work. In the darkness, Vasily once again stretched out his hand.

Zhang Fengguang also stretched out his hand and shook Vasily tightly.

Vasily stood up and quietly left.

Although Zhang Fengguang's eyes were fixed on the screen, his attention was all around him, and he waited for the arrival of the telegraph operator.

In a box not far from where Zhang Fengguang was sitting, Vasily and Petrova hugged each other tightly.

"Is this the last hug?" Petrova asked Vasily in a choked voice.

"No, the day of our victory is not far off. I'll keep an eye on you all the time. It's safe for you to communicate with your superiors by telegram now. Vasily comforted.

"Go," Vasily finally patted Petrova in the face.

"Remember me!" Petrova wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and whispered firmly to Vasily. After speaking, he picked up a small box and quietly walked in the direction of Zhang Fengguang's box.

Immediately after seeing Petrova leave, Vasily got up and walked towards the exit behind the box area, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Fengguang smelled a smell of perfume, and he turned his head to see a woman already sitting beside him.

"Hello, I will be your telegraph operator from now on." Petrova whispered and held out her hand.

Zhang Fengguang shook hands with Petrova and asked, "Have you already found a cover identity?" ”

"Found it. Now you can get to work. Petrova replied. She finished and opened the little box halfway.

Zhang Fengguang took out a match and lit a cigarette, and glanced at the box by the light of the match for a short time. There was a small transmitter in the box.

In Zhang Fengguang's experience, this transmitter is like a small transmitter used in an airplane. It won't be too far away from launching. The telegram was sent in Harbin from a distance that the Soviet Union would definitely not receive it. There must have been other intelligence groups between the USSR and Harbin that received and relayed information. Zhang Fengguang thought to himself. But he didn't ask the question.

It's better this way, it's easier to conceal.

"Here are two intelligence handover locations and an emergency alarm code, if you see a code, evacuate urgently. I've also written the code code for when I need to hand over information. Zhang Fengguang handed a small piece of paper to Petrova.

"What if I have an emergency and want to notify you?" Petrova asked.

"If it's intelligence, you can send it directly. Remember that the time must be short. If you are in danger, evacuate first. Safety is paramount. Zhang Fengguang said.

"I'll talk about it next time. You go now. Zhang Fengguang said.

Petrova nodded and stood up and left. Only Zhang Fengguang was left to sit alone in the box. He rubbed his nose, and just now he seemed to smell the smell of toasted bread.