The Zhongtong spy has also received strict hand-to-hand combat training and shooting training, which is enough to deal with ordinary people, but Han Lin is a professional agent who has undergone professional training in two lifetimes, and the gap between the two sides is not a little bit. For him, these spies were not only slow to react, but also had a low psychological quality, and finally suffered the bitter fruits.

These agents of the Central Unification in charge of field affairs are stained with the blood of the underground party and anti-Japanese patriots, and Han Lin naturally will not let them go.

He walked into the incense shop from the middle of the road.

"What would you like to buy, sir?" The owner of the shop came up very enthusiastically.

"There is incense and can't stand up to the demons and monsters, the bitter sea is boundless, quickly turn back to the shore, six bundles of the best sandalwood, six pairs of candles, wrap up." Han Lin said lightly.

As an ordinary person, I would never be able to hear his seemingly inexplicable words, but as soon as the shopkeeper heard it, he immediately realized that the other party's words had a deep meaning, and they should have something to say.

Han Lin took the wrapped incense candle, put down the money casually, turned around and left the incense shop, only a few minutes from entering the door to coming out, which is in line with a customer's behavior.

"Boss, look!" The shopkeeper was holding two golden yellow croakers in his hands, and his thinking was a little sluggish.

Two big yellow croakers are 800 pieces of ocean, and Han Lin has one in each pocket, which can be regarded as a small help to the underground party organization. Eight hundred yuan sounds like a small amount, but this amount of money is a huge amount of money for the underground party that lacks financial resources.

"Look at the door, I'll go upstairs!" The shopkeeper said.

In the room on the second floor, Qin Fenglin, the leader of the Zhejiang Provincial Special Committee of the underground party, was talking with the comrades of the underground party organization in Hangzhou.

"Since last year, the Jinling Government has mobilized a million-strong army to carry out the fifth encirclement and suppression of our base areas, and several guerrilla units in Anhui, Zhejiang, Jiangxi, northern Fujian, and eastern Fujian Province near Zhejiang Province have had several confrontations with the five security regiments of Yu Jishi of the Zhejiang Provincial Security Department."

"Our weapons and equipment are backward, ammunition is seriously insufficient, and the casualties of the troops are very large, so the higher authorities have instructed our Zhejiang Provincial Special Committee to try by all means to eliminate difficulties and provide medicine and materials for the base areas." Qin Fenglin said.

"The reactionaries have already considered that we will purchase supplies in Hangzhou, and during this time, the garrison headquarters, the security department, the police station and the spies have closely monitored the pharmacies in various places, and we need to go through strict inspections when we go out of the city, and we can overcome these difficulties, but the problem is, we have no money!"

"The Hangzhou underground organization has suffered several sabotages by Jinling government agents, and most of the comrades have died heroically after being arrested, and as the situation deteriorates, we have basically lost our fundraising channels." Lu Fengchun, head of the underground organization, said.

At this moment, Guo Zhenghong, the head of the contact point, came.

"Lao Guo, where did you get the big yellow croaker?" Lu Fengchun asked in surprise.

"A very fresh-faced young man just came to the store to buy incense and candles, said something to me, left these two gold bars and left, I feel that the situation is urgent, so I need to report it immediately." Guo Zhenghong said.

Hearing what strangers say, everyone realizes that something is wrong.

Obviously, this person was not his own comrade, probably working inside the enemy, and happened to know the news that the secret service had locked up the contact point, at least his attitude was to approve of the underground party, so in the name of buying incense and candles, he gave an urgent warning to this contact point, and gave a large sum of money.

"There is incense and can't stand the demons and monsters, this sentence should be a warning that we are being targeted by the enemy, the bitter sea is boundless, quickly turn back to the shore, it is to ask us to evacuate, and the speed is the meaning of leaving immediately, as for turning back to the shore, it may be that we want to climb over the wall from behind." Qin Fenglin is an experienced veteran comrade, and his reaction speed is quite fast.

"Rickshaw, send me to the Temple of Confucius!"

Han Lin carried incense candles and waved and shouted to the rickshaw driver who was monitoring the incense shop, deliberately wearing some Shanghai accents and turning his back to the stall owner of the wonton stall, so that the couple could not see their faces.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm waiting for you!"

The spy of the Hangzhou Investigation Office, who played the rickshaw driver, couldn't help but scold Han Lin in his heart, but he encountered such an unlucky thing!

What is even more annoying is that the colleagues who contacted the round-up personnel did not come back for half a day, and they didn't know what was going on.

"Fart, you're waiting here while I'm eating, why don't you pull rickshaws? Afraid that Lao Tzu won't give money? Let me tell you, the uncle is still recognizing you today, dare not pull, the uncle and Ling are not finished! Han Lin scolded.

"Okay, don't get angry, I'll just pull you to the Confucian Temple!" The spy said in a low voice, giving the spy sitting on the side a look.

He was really worried that Han Lin would make a mistake, and he would not stop shouting in the alley, in case he alarmed the nearby underground party and sabotaged the round-up operation, it would be a big loss.

As soon as he left the entrance of the East Alley and was a few dozen meters to the south, the spy stopped in the shadow on the side of the road, then put down the handlebars, and turned to look at Han Lin with an unkind face.

"Let's go, why are you stopping?" Han Lin asked.

"Why are you very angry just now, yelling at Lao Tzu, I don't know what is dead or alive, what do you think this is? Get up! The agent pulled out an eight-year-old pistol from his belt.

Suddenly, as soon as Han Lin got out of the car, he flew up with a kick, which happened to hit his wrist accurately, and the pistol without insurance flew into the sky, and then this foot hit the ground, and the other foot kicked his head, and the huge force made his body fly four or five meters away, and fell heavily to the ground.

The villain dies from talking too much!

Han Lin briefly cleaned up the scene, threw the rickshaw on the side of the road, threw the body into the grass, and then quickly returned to the alley to finish up.

The spy who watched killed four of them, and only the last one was left, which could not be left anyway, because he saw his appearance just now, and this was a hidden danger.

When I came to the wonton stall, the lights on the second floor of the incense shop were still on and the door was open, but the stalls under the street lamps had been removed. This shows that its own warning, and the underground party organization in Hangzhou has adopted it and taken corresponding measures.

The door of the incense shop is open, which does not mean that there are still people inside, and most of this move is to confuse the spies outside and provide cover for the evacuation operation. As soon as the shop is closed, it immediately arouses the alarm of the enemy.

"Don't make a sound, follow me!"

Han Lin walked over to the spy who was still watching, and the gun in his hand was pressed against his back.

The spy obediently stood up to pay the bill, and then was guided by Han Lin to the east, he was surprised to find that it was actually the person who was in the car just now, and he was being targeted by the underground party?

Dozens of meters later, he was quickly disposed of by Han Lin.