Seventy-Six is a very amazing secret service, not in terms of its capabilities, but in terms of its history. Some warlords boasted that when they first debuted, they only had a dozen people with seven or eight guns, but when the headquarters of this so-called Wang puppet agent was first established, there were only five or six people with a broken gun.

At the beginning, Li Shiqun was able to receive 3,000 yuan of fiat currency from the Japanese every month as funds, and he lived in a place like Shanghai, which could not do anything. However, you must not underestimate the resilience of these traitors, who can be more cunning and cruel to their own compatriots in order to win the trust and favor of the Japanese.

Starting from No. 67 Daxi Road (now Yan'an West Road, Shanghai), then to No. 10, Lane 95, Yidingpan Road (actually the dialect foley of Edinburgh Road, now Jiangsu Road, Shanghai), and finally to No. 76 Jisfeier Road (now Wanhangdu Road, Shanghai), Li Shiqun, Ding Mocun and other traitor spies developed a "chrysanthemum organ" with only two or three miscellaneous soldiers into a "Kuomintang Central Executive Committee Special Committee Secret Service Headquarters" with hundreds of spies and more than 1,000 peripheral personnel, and it took only two years before and after.

Because of the rapid expansion of the organization in recent months, the original office space and dormitory are no longer enough, and the interior of No. 76 is undergoing a new renovation project, and Li Shiqun plans to build a two-story small western-style building on the vacant land next to the office bungalow on the north side of the main entrance.

"The few people squatting over there are all subordinates of Ding Mo Estate." Makihara Shaosa of the gendarmerie pointed to a few men squatting by the shed smoking cigarettes and introduced them to his immediate superiors.

"Are you sure?" The other party asked.

"You can't be wrong, I have very reliable sources." Makihara replied confidently.

"Yanxi, it seems that this Ding Mo Estate is indeed a capable guy, and he can continue to expand his power under such great pressure." Kentaro Mori nodded slightly and threw away the cigarette butt in his hand.

"Sir, I personally don't understand the decision of the superiors this time, these people did make big mistakes, but according to the usual practice, only the person directly responsible needs to be punished, and .....it is as easy as it is now" Seeing that the superior was in a good mood, Makihara plucked up his courage and put forward his thoughts to the chief.

"Are you suspicious of the command's orders?" Osa frowned.

"No, sir, I just feel like it's a shame to do that." Shao Zuo stubbornly explained.

"Red deer! Makihara, don't you forget that you were a gendarme, an officer of the Imperial Japanese Army, and when you were in the gendarmerie school, didn't your instructors teach you? Don't easily question the judgment of your superiors, it's right to have the ability to think independently, and I always encourage your subordinates to do this, but when thinking independently, you must have a big picture. Now it seems that you have been with these people for so long that you have the ridiculous idea of sympathizing with them, which is very surprising to me. Makihara, you must remember that as a soldier of the Imperial Army, you must not lose the root nature of the Yamato nation at any time. The Yamato nation is the best nation in the world and will surely dominate Asia and even the whole world. Mori Dazuo rebuked with a serious expression.

"Hah! Too Sadono. (Yes, Osa-sama)" Makihara hurriedly made a look of sincere fear, took a step back and bowed to the other party to admit his mistake.

"Fatty, what do you say the Japanese are making trouble over there?" Wang Sanzhi stabbed the fat man next to him with his elbow. Wang Sanzhi didn't just have three fingers, he used to be a pickpocket in the Zhabei area, claiming that no matter which pocket your wallet is hidden, he only needs three fingers to steal it, so the rivers and lakes gave him a three-finger bandit.

"Who knows, this time they have arrested a large number of people, I heard that even Miura Daisa has been arrested, and said that he may be sent back to Japan to be shot, and now with a new boss, Makihara's life is not easy to mix." Kong Fat pouted and spit out the smoke foam in his mouth.

Kong was once sent by his family to study in Japan, and he didn't get a diploma for two years, but he lit up skills such as prostitution and gambling. Although he didn't get a diploma, with his half-baked Japanese, when he just returned to China, Kong Fatzi was quite moist on the beach in Shanghai. He worked in a trading house, worked as a comprador, speculated in stocks and went bankrupt, and worked as a Japanese translator for a tabloid for a while when he was down, so he got to know many Japanese expatriates.

As for how he got into the seventy-sixth, it is not that he went the way of the Japanese, as the rumors say. The reason why Kong Fatzi was able to enter this secret service was purely because he was a prostitute in the second hall of Baoxing in Aidoya Road (now Yan'an East Road), and he met Qian Xinmin, who is now the deputy director of the No. 76 Confidential Department.

Don't look at the so-so of this fat man in the first half of his life, but he has indeed accumulated a lot of social experience, he can speak fluent Japanese, and he is relatively diligent, especially the background is very clean, so he quickly attracted the attention of Ding Mo Estate, who was just promoted to the head of the special team last month, leading a six-person special operations team.

Ding Mochun had already fallen out with Li Shiqun at this time, but the two sides had not officially torn their faces. In the final analysis, because of the power struggle, Ding Mocun's personal ability is too strong, so in the eyes of both the Japanese and the Wang puppet authorities, his influence is gradually surpassing Li Shiqun.

As the founder of the secret service headquarters, Li Shiqun certainly would not tolerate the occurrence of overstepping his bounds, and he used the relationship between Wang's puppet government and the Japanese side more than once to expel Ding Mochun from the secret service system.

In history, Li Shiqun finally won this infighting, and Ding Mochun was transferred out of the headquarters of Wang's puppet agents, and then held an idle position in Wang's puppet regime until Li Shiqun was poisoned by the Japanese.

However, there have been some changes in history here, Ding Mocun, who should have been transferred to Nanjing for a long time, was still staying in No. 76 at this time, and because of this, the contradiction between him and Li Shiqun was more serious than in history.

"Do you see that gendarme? He is the new captain of the Japanese Shanghai Gendarmerie, and he has eliminated the cheap special mule (Kentaro Mori) Osa, and this time he can be regarded as a fat shortage. "Kong Fatzi's path inside and outside the secret service headquarters is very wild, and he can always get a lot of gossip.

"Which of them can still be happy to cut Xiangyi (why are you still smoking here), and there will be no seats if you go in again." A tall and thin pseudo-spy hurriedly ran from behind, shouting to his smoking companion.

"Director Ding hasn't come back yet, it's still early, what are you going to do in now, do you smell those stinky feet?" Kong Fatzi smiled and shook a cigarette out of the cigarette case, and raised his hand to throw it at the thin and tall agent.

"The heads and brains are almost there, now I'm waiting for Director Ding, Director Li, and Secretary Wang's secretary Ella to settle down, go in early and sit down, and look better when Ella comes." The thin man grabbed the cigarette and pulled a match out of his pocket.

"It's all here, aren't there still more than a dozen Guangning from the two teams of the operation yet?" Wang Sanzhi picked up a cigarette from the fat man's cigarette case and lit it on the previous cigarette butt.

"I heard that there was a temporary incident, and the red guy knew what Ira was going to do, and I heard that it was the two teams of newcomers to the Northeast who led the team." The thin man squatted down beside the fat man and said with a smoke spit.

"Old Northeast leads the team? The two teams of grid gang red guys, the grid machine has a hard time. An agent interjected, and the man in a suit and leather shoes was a standard little white face.

"Nong knows how to fart, and it is better for Dongbei Ning to lead the team than Lu Genfa to lead the team." The big man next to the little white face said.

"How can you harbor?" "Nong, listen to Ila Harbor, last time Lu Genfa took people out, seven were killed and five were injured, and the other party's hair was not injured a single one."

"Book that, there is a Gezong matter! If you can cut down the nest, hurry up and help me talk about it. Several Wang pseudo-agents squatted in the shade of a tree next to the construction site, smoking cigarettes and chatting, not knowing that this secret service headquarters was about to face a catastrophe.

PS: Thank you for your support, today's update is present, the author will take a break and eat something first, and write a short story later.