"Sato-kun, the Soviet side believes that our continuous increase in troops in Changchun has disrupted the strategic balance of the entire Manchuria, especially Changchun, which has been seriously tilted since the empire increased its troops in November last year, and the Soviet side is extremely dissatisfied with this. Kawasaki Shaosa's death was a demonstration and retaliation by the Soviets for the increase of our troops in Changchun.

At the same time, through the investigation of an equestrian club in Harbin, we clearly understand that a Russian tried to hide their purpose of sending the elite of the Red Army's Fourth Bureau to assassinate our Kawasaki Shaosa by buying a military horse that concealed people's ears.

How to retaliate, whether to retaliate, 'Momiji' awaits Sato-kun's reply. ”

Geng Chaozhong narrowed his eyes and moved his tired wrist.

In order to conceal his handwriting, all strategic information was typed out on a typewriter, which could also conceal his shortcomings in Japanese writing.

This strategic intelligence, logically speaking, has no loopholes. The Soviets did complain about the Japanese troop build-up at Changchun, and it was reasonable to speculate that they would retaliate in the absence of the Japanese.

In this way, you can hide your special purpose in the big picture and avoid exposure.

"Xiao Yi, deliver this letter to the special high class according to the channel I said, and just prompt it in the telegram."

Geng Chaozhong folded the letter and handed it to Xiao Yi.

The telegram can only convey some extremely important and brief information, and this kind of strategic information can only be conveyed through the mode of letterhead.

Seeing Xiao Yi go out, Geng Chaozhong continued to think of the next piece of information.

"Director Xu, whose subordinates are in the Northeast, investigated that there was a great contradiction between the Japanese and the Soviets, and the Soviets were extremely dissatisfied with the expansion of Japanese power in the Northeast, and retaliated against the Japanese in Mukden and Changchun, and the two sides were in a tense situation. Another: His subordinates have secretly contacted the largest bandit force in the Northeast: Lao Beifeng. This person has great appeal in the Northeast. Another: In the process of contact, I was seriously injured, my shoulders were almost useless, and now Changchun is recuperating from my injuries, and I can't return to my life for the time being. ”

After briefly dealing with Director Xu, Geng Chaozhong continued to write the rest of the information.

The rest of the information, related to the increase and decrease of Japanese troops in Northeast China, the expansion of Japanese expatriates and commercial organizations in Northeast China, and the movement of the Northeast Army to Pingjin, will be deleted as needed and sent to the Japanese, the Soviets, and the Fuxing Society.

After more than a month of busy work, Geng Chaozhong used many channels such as Beichuan, Wu Zhankui, Sorge, and Malcolm Cafe to integrate all the intelligence of Northeast China and North Korea, and sent it to various intelligence agencies through various channels.

However, in the end, all the information will be hidden in a hollowed-out wooden bamboo cane, which will be transported by Xiao Yi to a secret contact point in the island city, and then handed over to the top person in charge of our party's intelligence agency, Mr. Wu Hao, through Zhu Muyun!

In March 1931, after a long period of deliberation, Sato, the head of the Special High Division of the Kwantung Agency, finally decided to launch a retaliation against the Soviets, and authorized the highest-ranking secret spy "Momiji" in the empire directly under his control to carry out an assassination plan called "beheading" against Major General Makarov, the head of the Soviet intelligence organization in Harbin!

On March 15, Geng Chaozhong appeared in the familiar billiard hall on Gogol Street in Harbin, and had a final exchange of information with Adrian.

"Dear Mr. Roosevelt, you really want to attack Makarov, this will be an earthquake to Harbin!"

Adrian was uneasy, no matter how Roosevelt cut off Makarov's wings before, Adrian would not show such an attitude, but killing Makarov will definitely shake the whole of Harbin, and the subsequent chain reaction may even affect the situation in the entire Northeast!

"No, Adrian, Makarov will die peacefully. At least, that's what the Soviets would have thought. ”

Geng Chaozhong touched the beard that he used to hide on his face, and his eyes flashed with the essence of a bamboo in his chest.

Adrian looked at Geng Chaozhong helplessly, and persuaded him bitterly again:

"Well, though, I can't guarantee that Makarov will be there, he's stupid, but he's unusually shrewd when it comes to keeping himself safe, and I don't think you'll succeed.

And if you fail, it will be a huge loss for me, and for the entire European intelligence community.

Did you know that at least a dozen people have asked me for your identity and contact information, and they are willing to hire you to work for them for a whopping $150,000 a year?

In my opinion, it is very stupid for you to do such a thing, which is completely inconsistent with your insight and calmness about the situation in Europe. Because I don't see any reward for you doing this. “

"In the world, not everything necessarily demands a return."

Geng Chaozhong replied meaningfully.

......

Every few weekends, Makarov appears at a club called the Sarah Ball on Gogol Street, but it has been a long time since Makarov's nephew was killed.

However, Geng Chaozhong came here for the fifth night in a row - in his opinion, a pervert can not look for a woman for a week, or not a woman for a month, but three months

He didn't believe Makarov would hold on.

Gorgeous Baroque architecture, beautiful carved tassels, gold paper Xibo sparkling in the light, cheerful waltz in the sweet air, Russian beauties in off-the-shoulder dresses dancing in the gorgeous hall, and the sound of staggered taps shook Geng Chaozhong's eardrums.

Geng Chaozhong held a glass of red wine, squinted his eyes and reveled in the music, his eyes lingering on the white and tender skin of the girls.

It's already 8 o'clock.

Could it be that today is another day to return empty-handed?

There was a commotion at the door, and several tall, sturdy Russians appeared in the middle of the room, surrounded by a fat figure in a dark gray coat, who at a glance was in a high position.

Geng Chaozhong's eyes suddenly lit up!

Finally waiting for you!

Several agents of the Fourth Bureau swept all the positions of the dance hall with vigilant eyes, observing all suspicious people, Geng Chaozhong did not dress up in disguise, but appeared in the center of the dance hall in his original form, his oriental face quickly attracted the attention of the guards, however, Geng Chaozhong did not care.

In the dance hall in Harbin, it is not uncommon to see oriental faces, Geng Chaozhong took a step forward in time and grabbed the arm of a dancer, although he is an Oriental, but Geng Chaozhong's straight suit and handsome face still make this enthusiastic and unrestrained Russian beauty unable to refuse, and the two quickly hugged each other and swayed rhythmically with the cheerful dance music.

Obviously, this is a regular visitor to the dance floor.

The bodyguards quickly turned their gaze elsewhere.

"Oh! Dear girls! Today all the drinks are paid for by Mr. Makarov! Let's jump to your heart's content! ”

With Makarov's nod, the bearded ballroom owner conveyed Makarov's generosity with an enthusiastic voice, and the pianists and orchestra stood up, bowed in Makarov's direction, and played Makarov's favorite "masquerade waltz".

The high-pitched music seemed to tear off the roof of the ballroom, and everyone went crazy, and everyone knew that every time Mr. Makarov came would be a party!

Geng Chaozhong's dance partner is obviously more excited, the dance skills learned in the island city are obviously not enough to cope with the current scene, in the burning eyes of the Russian dancer, Geng Chaozhong from time to time and the other party's plump chest to have a close contact, every friction and collision makes the dancer's dance more unrestrained, several times, Geng Chaozhong's head has involuntarily trapped in the dancer's turbulent waves and can't pull himself!

"Hahaha!"

Everyone looked at the strange pair, they threw away their pretended reserved goblets and replaced them with whole bottles of vodka, and everyone, men and women, reveled in the carnival atmosphere.

Makarov took off his coat, twisted his fat body flexibly, shook off his bodyguards, and quickly integrated into this happy family.

Far away in a foreign land, what better place to forget than a passionate dance party and a hearty vodka!

However, this was only the beginning, half an hour later, the exhausted people returned to their seats, and the audience was soon replaced by a group of people who were not willing to be lonely, Geng Chaozhong held a bottle of vodka in his hand, put the suit on his shoulder, took a few big sips, and squinted slightly at the swaying dancers in the dance hall - they had begun to slowly fall off their long skirts, revealing snow-white and full chests.

The eyes of every man in the room flashed with light, and from time to time he looked at the waiter at the bar who was in charge of the light switch, as if he was expecting something.

A moment later, as the dance music reached another wave, the ornate chandelier of the ballroom suddenly went out!

"Ulla!" "Ulla!" "Ulla!"

In the center of the ballroom, the screams of the dancers and the rude shouts of the guests were heard, and the atmosphere of the entire ballroom suddenly became lewd and abnormal!

That's the highlight of Sarah's Club, the Dark Dance!

This is also a favorite of Major General Makarov, who was already a frequent striptease at country balls before he was a penny!

Of course, this is also Geng Chaozhong's favorite now, he gently unscrewed a small glass bottle in his suit, then poured the liquid inside into the vodka in his hand, and then swayed into the dance hall!

In the dark, Makarov had completely mastered the plump in his arms, and he sprinted hard, roaring, wantonly venting the pent-up for two months.

Suddenly, a hand came from behind his back, pinched his nose tightly, and then, a wine bottle was shoved into his mouth, and Makarov swallowed it involuntarily.

Is it vodka

The taste is a bit weird.

It's an unforgettable ball!

........

March 28, Harbin Daily.

Major General Makarov, a Soviet major general in Harbin, died of alcohol poisoning at the Soviet Garrison Hospital in Harbin at about 9 p.m. local time.

Sorge held the latest Harbin Daily of the day in his hand and was silent.

alcoholism

It seems plausible that Makarov is a drunkard.

But......

Sorge smiled wryly and tossed the newspaper aside.

This fat man who holds a grudge!

........

Geng Chaozhong sat on the long-distance train from Harbin to Lushunkou, leaning back on his seat and pretending to sleep.

Sometimes, you don't need a gun or a knife to kill, and for a guy who is addicted to alcohol, a small bottle of formaldehyde is enough to let him enter Elysium!

More than two months have passed since I received the telegram from Nanjing, and no matter how much I don't want to leave, I must return to the island city, return to Nanjing, and report to the Party Investigation Section and the Fuxing Agency.

The tide of history is mighty, those who go along with it prosper, and those who go against it die.

Everything he saw in the process of intelligence gathering made Geng Chaozhong deepen his understanding of the world, and also made Geng Chaozhong deeply aware of the powerlessness of personal strength in the face of the general trend of history.

The loss of the Northeast will not be transferred by anyone's will!

1931 was a very special year.

The economic crisis that broke out in 1929 from the United States spread to the whole world, and all the capitalist economic powers were deeply disturbed, whether it was Germany, France, the United Kingdom, the major countries of Europe, the United States in the Americas, and Japan in the Far East, each of which was on the verge of economic collapse.

The Western powers, which were too busy to take care of themselves, could no longer take care of East Asia, and Japan, which was also suffering from it, urgently needed a war to divert the attention of its own people, and Manchuria became their best choice.

At the same time, it was a critical moment for the encirclement and suppression of the Red Army in China, most of the main forces were transferred to the south to participate in the encirclement and suppression operations, and the main forces of the Northeast Army were also transferred to Guannai to prevent the Red Army from breaking through to the north - the Northeast was actually empty of troops!

All objective factors seem to be a series of clear evidence, repeatedly stating the same fact:

The Northeast is in danger!

If the Japanese do not seize this rare opportunity, it can only show that Japan's highest strategic decision-making body is not raising a group of people, but a group of pigs!

If it weren't for the difficulties of the Soviets crossing Siberia and the emptiness of national strength caused by domestic collectivization, they would not have let go of this piece of fat either.

Geng Chaozhong felt a deep sense of despair, and China, which had been weak for a long time, was facing such a form of despair.

If you can't see, can't read, can't see clearly, then you can be blindfolded and do the last doomsday carnival. But if you see it clearly, but you still can't do anything, this is the deepest despair!

However, while despairing, Geng Chaozhong also had a deep hope in his heart. Because there is such a group of people in the world, who know that they will die but will never give in, and they will never be killed when they know that they will be defeated.

This is the soul of a country and a nation that can stand among the nations of the world, and this is also the backbone of this nation that can always be reborn from the ashes!

Come on, Japanese, and we'll see you in the Central Plains!