If Shen Chen wants to climb up now, there are still many ways. At the very least, if he showed fluency in English, he would certainly have attracted the attention of the British inspectors.

But the contrast between the front and back is too great, and it is likely to be suspected. Just like Yin Zhihong's strange just now, it was just flipping through the Chinese newspaper.

In three days, the newspaper called "Shanghai Weekly" will be published!

Shen Chen knew that Yin Zhihong and Xie Yuelan's editorial policy would not change, which would definitely cause some people to be angry, and the danger would be unavoidable.

Out of the newspaper office, Shen Chen walked into the grocery store, bought a pack of cigarettes, and walked through the back door to another street. This confirmed his judgment and made him make a decision.

After taking a turn outside, Shen Chen returned to the newspaper building, walked into the office, and said to Xie Yuelan: "Your newspaper advertises, right?" How much does it cost? ”

Xie Yuelan glanced at Shen Chen and replied, "How many words do you have to read, how big the layout." What would you like to advertise? ”

"Housing for rent." After Shen Chen finished speaking, he added: "A friend went to another place and asked me to help rent out the house. ”

"It won't cost much." Xie Yuelan nodded and said, "You tell me the address, the size of the house, the time and method of contact, and some other information, and I will calculate how much money is needed." ”

Shen Chen nodded and said the leasing information.

Xie Yuelan wrote them down one by one, calculated the price, looked up and said, "It just so happens that there are still extra pages in this issue, are you in a hurry?" ”

Shen Chen thought for a while and said, "Then this issue, money, I'll give it to you tomorrow." ”

Xie Yuelan nodded in agreement and went to work again.

Shen Chen returned to the chair in the corner, sat or walked, and the day passed like this. Yin Zhihong and Xie Yuelan closed the door and locked it, and Shen Chen also got off work.

The sky was gloomy, but it was darker than usual. A little light rain fell on Shen Chen's head, and he was afraid that the rain would be heavy, so he called a rickshaw, pulled the canopy, and went straight to his house in the car.

On the way, Shen Chen stopped the car again, bought some food for dinner at a roadside stall, and then returned home.

The rain was heavier, and Shen Chen had already arrived at the door, but found someone waiting here.

Zhou Qiao held an umbrella and stood by the door with Huang Xiulan, waiting and whispering. When they saw a patrolman getting out of the car in front of the door and going to unlock the door, the two couldn't help but glance at each other, a little hesitant.

Shen Chen turned his head to look at the man and woman, and found that he knew one of them. But the paradox is that Zhou Qiao didn't know him, and he would never have dreamed that Shen Chen and Chu Jiao would be the same person at some point.

"Two, is there something wrong?" Shen Chen half-pushed open the door and asked politely.

Zhou Qiao exchanged glances with Huang Xiulan again, but he didn't come to any of the same opinions, he only saw hesitation and worry.

Since I'm here, let's take a look at the house first, and then discuss it after I get back.

Zhou Qiao made a decision, smiled politely at Shen Chen, and said, "We saw the rental advertisement and wanted to come and see the house." ”

Shen Chen nodded, he didn't expect that someone would come to see the house so quickly. He pushed open the door, made a gesture, and said, "Then come in, just in time to hide from the rain." ”

Zhou Qiao touched Huang Xiulan with his arm imperceptibly, and the two stepped into the house.

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The night rain was dashing, and the wind hit the drizzle on people's faces, like many cold little insects slowly wriggling.

Major Ma Mingyu, captain of the Third Action Brigade of the Shanghai District, turned his back, shielded himself from the wind and rain with a wet windbreaker, lit a cigarette with a match around his hands, and took the opportunity to observe the situation behind him.

After finding no abnormality, Ma Mingyu walked out of the alley and walked towards the house that had become looming and trance-like in the stormy night a few dozen meters away.

After the Battle of Songhu began, Boss Dai originally planned to hold a large-scale agent training course in Shanghai or Nanjing, but he did not expect that Shanghai and Nanjing would fall into the hands of the enemy so quickly.

In this way, the lurking work in Shanghai seems to be rushed.

Many of the agents were previously operating in public, their identities had been revealed, and they needed to be evacuated or reidentified; Some newcomers need to be familiar with the situation and trained; Liaison stations and points also need to be relocated; The sheer workload makes it impossible for the agents left behind to take action for the time being.

Moreover, because before the Anti-Japanese War, the Blue Coat Society (later changed to the military commander) lacked sufficient preparation for Japan's espionage work. After the July 7 Incident, they hurriedly arranged the work against Japan, and hurriedly established the Hongkou, Zhabei, Wusong, Jiangwan and other latent groups.

After the Songhu War, less than a month after the establishment of the Hongkou Group, all of them were driven out by the Japanese, and they almost lost their radio stations.

Ma Mingyu is also one of the leaders of the agents who were temporarily transferred and lurked in Shanghai. Because he is not a member of the Shanghai secret service organization, although he is familiar with the situation in Shanghai, he is less exposed to the danger. At the same time, some personnel of the three detachments of the Einsatzgruppen were transferred to the underground work in Shanghai.

Back at the residence, Ma Mingyu closed the door, closed the curtains, and fell on his back on the bed, the fatigue of a day of running came up, but he was still thinking about things in his mind.

The room was silent, and there was not a sound. A single bed, a writing desk and two chairs, the furnishings are too simple to hide.

But that's just the appearance, there is a half-metre square movable board on the ceiling, which can be opened to jump through the skylight and climb to the roof.

Squads? Ma Mingyu thought of his subordinates and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Some patriotic youths and gang members, there are too few skilled veterans, how easy is it to act?

But now it's different, and training is not only secret, but also difficult.

It seems that only by supplementing some special training classes from the rear, or by patiently training the current subordinates, can they have the ability to act!

Thinking of this, Ma Mingyu sighed, turned over and sat up, turned on the lamp, stood on the table and pushed the movable board on the ceiling away, took out some documents, sat down and looked at the station carefully, and wrote his plan from time to time.

Fighting, shooting, stalking, counter-stalking, poisoning......

Ma Mingyu stopped his pen and shook his head with a wry smile. If you are in the rear, you can naturally move step by step and study the professor openly, and now in such an environment, the difficulty is not small!

Moreover, the gender of the team is too homogeneous, and two or three women need to be developed.

According to Ma Mingyu's experience, don't look at women's small strength, but doing espionage work is sometimes more useful than men. Especially on some special occasions, it can give full play to women's strengths.

Woman! A figure suddenly appeared in Ma Mingyu's mind, and his face gradually became clearer, from laughing casually to blood gushing out of his mouth and nose, but the corners of his mouth were pursed, his eyes were blurred, and he actually showed a poignant smile.