Chapter Fifty Military Trucks

  Three days later that evening, Huai Jin arrived at the Douwen boat house at 6:30 sharp. Mr. Tu greeted him as usual.

  "I'll have two small dishes packed for takeaway, thank you, shopkeeper."

  After ordering, the shopkeeper went to prepare and hid behind. Huai Jin stood in front of the account table waiting, it was just dinner time, people came and went, she picked up a chair from behind and sat down.

  Outside, a strange military truck was moving at an abnormally slow speed on the main street. It was strange because there was an extra object like a utility pole on the roof of the shed, and a "beeping" sound was faintly emanating from the shed along this object.

  At 7:05, Dong Xun walked out with two wooden lunch boxes, "Officer Huai, Mr. Tu said that the meal has already been paid for, here are your lunch boxes, thank you for your patronage."

  A hint of a smile almost escaped from Huaichen's eyes, she knew that this meant Fu Qiusheng had arrived safely in Yupei, obtained the information smoothly from his foster father, and also meant that what she needed was finally settled. The three days of waiting and worry were somewhat alleviated at this moment.

  However, this was only the first step. She nodded at Dong Xun and walked out in big strides, got into the car, opened the lunchbox, and indeed found a piece of paper at the bottom of the second layer. After reading it carefully, she discovered that the "Peaceful Anti-Communist National Salvation Army" colluded with Wang's puppet regime was ambushing Chiang's "Loyal and Righteous National Salvation Army" in Tianmu Mountain as they retreated back to the occupied area. Huai Jin memorized the time, location, and organization of the first column, then took out a lighter and burned the paper to ashes. She immediately started the car and headed towards Dingjia Bridge. She deeply knew that sometimes the most dangerous place can be the safest place.

  A military truck was shuttling back and forth in the alley, and the "beep" signal became stronger as it approached the riverbank. In the car shed, two people from the Wang Puppet Government's Telegraph Group were following the vehicle to report to Konoe's High Command: "There is someone sending a telegram nearby."

  Dingjiabridge Telecom Department, Huaijin handed over two encrypted telegrams she had drafted to the receiving and sending personnel. One was about some decisions on "clearing the countryside", which was sent to Qingyiqingyun who stayed in Shanghai Jiangwan. The other was the intelligence that had just been obtained, which was sent to the Third Brigade of the "Peaceful Anti-Communist National Salvation Army" also in Jiangwan. This was a brigade she had incorporated, in other words, it was actually the army of Yu Pei.

  In the depths of the alley by the Qin River, military trucks were parked in the darkness. People inside the canopy wore large headphones, carefully converting every sound they intercepted and every group of electromagnetic waves into written text on paper:

  Ye Ting is on his way to transfer to Jiangxi Shangrao, tomorrow morning at 4 o'clock...

  The telegram was usually broadcast twice. By the time the first broadcast ended, the people on the truck had already intercepted all the content. The telegraph team made a gesture, and seven or eight armed special agents jumped off the truck and rushed towards the bean sprout boat. Before they reached the door, the people inside the boat heard the commotion. The partner ran along the deep corridor to the small secret room behind the kitchen: "Run quickly! The special agents have arrived!"

  Tu Lao Ban didn't say another word, while rubbing the telegram he swallowed it into his mouth and jumped out of the window, falling into the water. Dong Xuan was originally in the kitchen outside, cooking while keeping watch. The situation was so sudden that when he saw Tu Lao Ban enter the water, he slightly let out a breath. Just as he turned around, this fake special agent had already caught up to him.

  Kaijin waited for the two telegrams to be sent, then lit a fire and burned them together. Just as he walked out of the telegraph room, he ran into Nakamura Ichiro from the High Police Department, and they exchanged greetings. Nakamura looked Kaijin up and down before speaking: "Advisor Kaijin, it's so late, what urgent business do you have that requires sending a telegram?"

  "Not bad."

  "Who is it for?"

  "Hu Du, Qing Qi Ying Yu and the Third Battalion."

  "Sei-ki-chū-sa," muttered Nakamura, "what about the telegram?"

  "I'm burning, this is the rule, Nakamura-kun you want to see?"

  "Oh, recently it's been cracked down on pretty heavily, I'm just following the rules." After saying that, he picked up the phone and dialed Shanghai.

  "Clearing weather, this is Ichiro Nakamura of the Genbu Special High Course. Recently, radio communications have been strictly monitored on our end. Unless it's an urgent matter, we recommend sending messages during daytime."

  On the other end of the phone, there was a faint humming noise. Huai Jin stood still, probably knowing how Qingqi would respond.

  "Hey! Since it's like this, I know now, thanks for telling me, Xiaozhōu." Then he hung up the phone.

  Huaijin cast sideways glances at Nakamura.

  "Carrying out plans, in a clear atmosphere, he said there was something to be handed over. This decision must be sent out no matter how late."

  "Uh-huh, and there's also intel on the third trip, Nakamura-kun you should call to confirm as well."

  "Never mind, Director Wang is busy."

  "I think it's better to verify again."

  "It's not necessary, thank you," Nakamura said and walked out of the door.

  In the cabin of the bean sprouts boat, two secret agents rushed into a small room behind the kitchen. On the table lay a radio transmitter, and one side window was still swinging open. The two agents quickly gathered at the windowsill and fired several shots towards the river water. They exchanged a nod, then both jumped into the river.

  In a short while, all the guests who were eating had scattered in all directions, leaving only broken cups and plates. All the staff of Douhuafang were driven here.

  "Who just delivered the message?" asked Imai, who arrived later.

  No one spoke for a moment.

  "You'd better talk, otherwise you'll all be taken away." Inoue swept his eyes over them one by one.

  "Get them all back here!"

  One of the comrades standing in a row suddenly rushed out and was shot down by the secret service agents before he could take two steps, falling into a pool of blood.

  Dong Xun gritted his teeth so hard they were almost shattered. That was the comrade who had just made the report, Xiao Sun, a member of the Revolutionary Party of China.

  These two days' events have moved me deeply, I can only repay with good writing.

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