In response to the teacher's instructions, Nanzao Yunzi nodded like a teacher, and then casually told Tsuchihara Hikenji that almost all four signal sources were found in the center of Shanghai City, and the strange thing is that they were almost all the same time and the same content, and they didn't know how the enemy did it, and they only turned over the land in those places, and they found nothing.

"Hey, didn't you say there were five sources?"

"Yes, it's five, and one is at the far end east of the Huangpu River, the signal is very weak, if it weren't for our new German equipment, it wouldn't be detectable at all."

"What, east of the Huangpu River," Hikenji Tsuchihara immediately stood up with puffed eyes, picked up the phone and hesitated for half a minute before shaking it a few times,

Soon, a familiar voice came from the microphone, which made his face calm again, and he subconsciously touched his forehead, and his hands were full of sweat.

Nanzao Yunzi was also taken aback by his initiative, and suddenly understood what it was: "Teacher, isn't Jack at the headquarters, but." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Tohara Hikenji immediately made a silent gesture to Nanzao Yunzi, indicating that the partition wall has ears, although the headquarters is heavily guarded, and even the sewers are welded with steel bars, but this is always a building built by Chinese, no one can guarantee that there will be no other secret passages to enter, for safety, Jack did not live in the headquarters at all, but on the sandbar of the Huangpu River, because Nanzao Yunzi inevitably became their target, so even she did not plan to tell this, and now this signal actually appeared near the Huangpu River, How can Hikenji Tsuchihara not panic, fortunately, everything is calm, it should just be a coincidence,

Hikenji Dohara said and took out a pen and paper, and quickly wrote down a radio call sign, so that Nanzao Yunzi took a look, and then immediately lit a match and threw it into the ashtray, ordering her to contact them every half an hour from tomorrow to make sure that they were safe, and the phone would inevitably be tapped, and if it wasn't a particularly urgent situation, try not to use the phone,

Shanghai Peace Hotel. The night is blurry, under the orange street lamps, there are few pedestrians on the streets, a few rickshaws run happily on the wide streets, and there are occasional cars coming and going, but whether it is people coming and going, their starting and ending points are all in the spacious parking apron outside this six-story building.

The entire city of Shanghai was under semi-martial law, and no one dared to linger outside at this time, except for Japanese, foreigners, or puppet government officials of no lower status. And the people who come out are naturally here to have fun, or people who have already finished having fun and are rushing home.

As early as the period of the Nationalist Government, the Peace Hotel was a collection of eating, drinking and playing as one of the "gold caves", because it was the property of the British, it had not been looted by the war, and after the war, it was even more prosperous and prosperous, and it became the entertainment and accommodation of the magnates and political dignitaries in Shanghai at this time, and ordinary people could not enter it at all.

In the luxurious lobby of the hotel, a foreigner with blonde hair and two beards and a neat suit was angrily looking at the Japanese waitress in a kimono at the front desk, "******** Japanese woman bowed her head and frowned, and apologized in English in panic: "I'm sorry!" I'm sorry! Mr. John, because there are distinguished guests staying in the hotel today, all the people staying in the hotel must be strictly inspected to prevent criminals from taking the opportunity to enter and make trouble, this is also to ensure the safety of your guests, including your safety, to bring you inconvenience, please take care of yourself, take care of yourself! ”

"My dear, since everyone has said so, let them check it, anyway, we don't have anything to see people, don't embarrass these people!" A Chinese girl in a pink cheongsam hurriedly stepped forward to hold "John's" arm and softly comforted her.

"Our American citizenship is sacrosanct, and your behavior is simply an insult to me, and today I will not care about you for the sake of my wife's face, but I want the best suite."

"Okay, Mr. John, thank you for your understanding, we'll handle it for you!"

The Japanese woman glanced at the Japanese soldiers on the side, and the two soldiers hurriedly stepped forward, carefully opened a suitcase at the foot of "John", and carefully examined it, but found nothing except clothes and cosmetics for women. However, the American "John" rushed to this vacancy, hugged his wife and kissed him wildly in public, interpreting the unrestrained of Americans to the extreme.

Of course, this John couple is Zhang Cheng and Zhao Ziqing, and at present, Zhang Cheng will naturally not let go of any opportunity to rub oil, and he can be so grandiose that Zhao Ziqing is irresistible.

"Mr. John, I'm sorry, we still have to get your body checked?" The Japanese soldier stood beside Zhang Cheng like a javelin, and had been watching them kiss for a long time, and he didn't see that they had any intention of stopping, so he had to interrupt them in stiff English.

Zhang Cheng smashed his mouth and opened his arms to signal himself to be examined, and the two Japanese soldiers hurriedly stepped forward and groped up and down.

The kimono woman also stepped forward and flipped up the Xiaokun bag on Zhao Ziqing's wrist, although she didn't find anything, she frowned at Zhao Ziqing's face and chest.

Zhang Cheng happened to see this detail, and immediately stepped forward and pushed the kimono woman away, grabbed Zhao Ziqing's upright chest exaggeratedly twice, and scolded angrily: "What do you see, can there be anything hidden here?" ”

Zhao Ziqing was dressed in a short-sleeved cheongsam, wrapping his delicate curves at a glance, and the Japanese woman naturally would not suspect that something could be hidden in it, but she had doubts about the infinite shyness of his face and the rapid ups and downs on his chest. But he was only suspicious, and in the face of Zhang Cheng's accusations, he had to quickly apologize, took out a pen and paper and asked him to sign the guest list, and then arranged for someone to take them upstairs and wish them a pleasant stay at the Peace Hotel.

The waiter hurriedly lifted Zhang Cheng's suitcase and led them to the elevator entrance, where the door of the hand-cranked elevator opened with a clatter.

The manned elevator in this era is definitely a rare commodity, even in Shanghai, it is rare, and everything tells of the unusual luxury here.

As soon as he entered the elevator, Zhang Cheng generously handed the waiter a dollar bill with a face value of ten yuan, and the waiter almost bent his waist, and began to introduce the characteristics of the hotel in a flattering manner, Chinese and Western restaurants on the first floor, nightclubs and bars and cafes on the second floor, casinos on the third floor, and special services on the fourth floor

As soon as Zhang Cheng entered the elevator, the lobby of the hotel was still lively, and the kimono women who greeted him were shuttling among the men who were full of feces and alcohol, extremely enchanting. No one cares about Zhang Cheng's comings and goings, this kind of thing has happened a lot in the past few days, and no one feels fresh. But in a remote corner of the lobby, Nanzo Yunzi, who was dressed in a kimono, saw all this in his eyes.