"What?! Zu Guangping is dead? On the other end of the phone, there was a surprised voice from Kage Zuo.

"Yes, Zu Guangping attacked me and Inspector Li of the French Concession after knowing that he was exposed, and I shot him."

Tang Yi spoke slowly, and there was a slight hint of self-blame in his voice.

"You immediately write a complete story and send it to the Plum Blossom Hall! I will arrange for the gendarmes to go to the police headquarters to take over! After Shadow Zo finished speaking, he hung up the phone with a "bang".

Tang Yi let out a turbid breath and put down the phone, looking at Xiang Jie, who had already arrived on standby, and commanded.

"The blockade of the nearby streets can be lifted and the scene will be protected, and the Japanese military police will come and take over later."

Xiang Jie was also relieved when he heard this, after all, he killed the boss of the family on the territory of the police headquarters, and he was still afraid that there would be some chaos, but since the Japanese took over, it would be much more worry-free.

......

Shanghai Tang, Nancheng Railway Station.

Zhang Yifu walked out of the train station with a heavy heart, looked up at the gloomy sky, and slowly exhaled a breath.

According to the original plan, as early as January 3, Zhang Yifu should have arrived in Shanghai and connected with the Shanghai Tang Party Intelligence Organization, and his task was to absorb Tang Yi into the organization as much as possible.

But who knew that after the implementation of the second "Wang" operation, the Japanese blocked the entire traffic in Shanghai, and Zhang Yifu had to give up the trip.

After settling down in Jiangbei temporarily, Zhang Yifu got the news that the Mei organ was now in Shanghai to carry out a purge.

I knew in my heart that the current situation was not a good time to go to Shanghai, so I planned to wait for the opportunity in Jiangbei.

Unexpectedly, a secret report from the Southern Bureau disrupted his plan, so that he had to rush to Shanghai Beach today......

The cold weather in Shanghai really made Zhang Yifu a little uncomfortable, and when he walked out of the station, he casually hailed a rickshaw.

After tightening his coat, Zhang Yifu hurriedly got into the car, took off his hat and pulled the body.

"Where is the gentleman going?" The coachman asked.

"To Qingxiang Road." Zhang Yifu replied.

"Okay, sit tight."

As an intelligence officer with many years of experience in the underground, he has not been able to do the task of transmitting intelligence behind enemy lines through Zhang Yifu's hands.

But this mission made his spirit highly nervous, and his hands hidden in the cuffs were clenched into fists, and the bones were slightly white because of the excessive force.

According to a reliable report sent by the Southern Bureau, the Mei agency has recently planned an important latent plan.

The plan is that the Mei agency will personally take over the "secret nails" that have entered Chongqing and Yan'an, and secretly activate them.

The purpose was to sabotage the anti-Japanese national united front, that is, to secretly sabotage the relations between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, and to create friction between the armies of the two sides in an attempt to subvert the anti-Japanese united front.

After learning of this plan, the central authorities paid close attention to it and immediately issued an order demanding that our party's intelligence personnel must obtain the hidden list of personnel for this plan at all costs.

The moment he learned of this plan, Zhang Yifu could be said to be shocked into a cold sweat, if these undercover agents really all broke into the anti-Japanese national united front and wreaked havoc on the unity between the two parties.

Then the entire anti-Japanese front will face the danger of collapse, and the entire anti-Japanese forces in China will once again fall into an endless civil war.

"Sir, I'm here, would I like to pull you inside?" The yellow coachman's voice disrupted Zhang Yifu's thoughts.

"Oh, no need." Zhang Yifu said and pushed the body and got out of the car.

After settling the money with the rickshaw driver, Zhang Yifu put his hat back on and turned around and walked towards Qingxiang Road.

Today is the day when Lao Fang and Tang Yi planned to close the net, and Lao Fang behaved very naturally, and even the bookstore was reopened.

On a long broken wooden table in the bookstore, there is a half-bottle of paste, a worn-out old brush, and all kinds of New Year's pictures all over the wooden table.

Probably because of the cold weather and the lack of fireplaces and other heating tools in the bookstore, it was very cold in the bookstore, so there were no people in the store.

Zhang Yifu walked to the door of the bookstore, patted the snow on his body, took off his hat, and carefully observed the surroundings before entering the bookstore vigilantly.

In the bookstore, the old Fang Zheng was lying on the counter boredly, he was wearing a thick scarf, even in the room.

Seeing someone coming in, the old man raised his eyelids listlessly, rubbed his hands and said.

"The New Year's picture just came out yesterday to buy two and get one free, the bookshelf on the left is Chinese books, the bookshelf on the right is Western books, Mr. pick what you want."

Zhang Yifu frowned when he heard this, and said, "Boss, if you do this, it's no wonder that there is no customer in the store." ”

When the old man heard this, he raised his eyebrows: "How can there be any guests on this cold day?" Besides, I'm opening a bookstore, and it's not a restaurant, and the restaurant still needs to be sent to? ”

Zhang Yifu pulled the corners of his mouth when he heard this, raised his feet and came to the counter, looked at Lao Fang seriously, and said, "Boss, do you have Master Wang Guowei's "Words in the World" here?" ”

Hearing this, the old man was obviously stunned and looked up at Zhang Yifu, and then returned to his lazy appearance and said, "The third floor of the bookshelf on the left is the easternmost layer. ”

Zhang Yifu smiled when he heard the words and said, "Is there a version of Mr. Zhu Guangqian's inscription?" ”

Hearing this, Lao Fang's expression immediately became serious, and he bent down and took out a worn-out old book from the counter.

"Oh, there is only this one left of Mr. Zhu's inscription, I used to love to read it, but now it is very shabby, do you still need it?" Lao Fang looked at Zhang Yifu with a serious expression and asked.

Zhang Yifu nodded, stretched out his hand, took the worn-out "Words in the World", opened the book, and looked through it carefully.

The other hand rested on the counter, tapping seemingly randomly.

"Hello Comrade Lao Fang, I am a commissioner sent by the Southern Bureau."

The old man listened carefully to Zhang Yifu's percussion, and it didn't take long for him to translate it in his heart.

"Now is not the time to speak," the old man said immediately.

Immediately after that, Lao Fang walked out of the counter in three or two steps and came to the door of the bookstore, and after carefully looking at it and confirming that there was no one around.

The old man took a pair of New Year's paintings, flipped them to the blank side, and then picked up an old brush from the broken wooden table and wrote them on the paper.

"There is an urgent matter at home, so the business is suspended." After touching the paste in his hand, he went to the door and pasted it on the door, and then retreated back to the store, closing the two doors of the bookstore.

The entire bookstore suddenly darkened, as if it was colder, and Zhang Yifu rubbed his palms.

Immediately afterwards, Lao Fang's voice came: "Comrade commissioner, let's go to the backyard to talk." ”