You were allowed to marry into No. 76 family, and you were promoted to director?

Chapter 251 White Dove
In Gu Xuan's view, Chenguang was a beacon of light for the underground Communist Party in Shanghai, a true beacon, worthy of the code name Chenguang.

Gu Xuan, who had only heard a little about the information that came from Chen Guang, was amazed.

Gu Xuan really didn't want to understand how Chen Guang obtained such intelligence.

Back in the private room, Gu Xuan no longer had time to argue with "Miss Zhao." Now, completing the task Chen Guang had given him was the most important thing.

If Miss Zhao doesn't sell him the 6,000 doses of penicillin, she won't be able to do so in the short term.

Gu Xuan was aware of the situation outside; currently, the entire intelligence network in Shanghai was basically searching for this mysterious Miss Zhao.

In other words, Gu Xuan disdained to do that. Otherwise, if he were really pushed to the limit, he would simply sell Miss Zhao. If I can't have her, you can't sell her either.

"Miss Zhao, I apologize for keeping you waiting. Have you made your decision yet?"

Dao Ya nodded slightly. She was full and could now discuss business.

"Mr. Gu, since you're so sincere, I'll give you six thousand doses of penicillin, ten dollars per dose."

Gu Xuan paused, wondering if he had misheard, and quickly looked at Dao Ya and asked:
"Ten dollars? Miss Zhao is not mistaken?"

"Of course, but I need Mr. Gu to promise me one thing."

Gu Xuan wondered if it was something like murder and arson, but he was willing to listen until Dao Ya told him. After all, penicillin cost ten dollars a dose, and he would regret it if he missed it.

“Miss Zhao, please speak. As long as I can do it, I will not refuse.”

"That's good. I hope to establish a long-term cooperative relationship with Mr. Gu. At the same time, I don't want any third party to know that you bought your penicillin from me."

Gu Xuan agreed without hesitation.

The ability to establish a long-term partnership means that we will be able to buy penicillin at a much lower price than it is on the market in the future.

Moreover, he must be insane to publicize this.

"Miss Zhao, I've really come out on top here. I have no reason to refuse. It's a pleasure doing business with you!"

At 6:20, an explosion resounded throughout Nanjing Road, and the flames from the explosion illuminated almost half of the road.

Inside the original government building, Tu Feiyuan, who was having dinner, felt the building shake slightly and quickly got up and ran to the window, watching a firework rise into the distance.

Michiko Sakai rushed into the attic and saw Doi-maru standing behind the window, saying:
"Teacher, something terrible has happened. The Action Section just called to say that there was a massive explosion in the alley where they live. The courtyard where the six agents sent by Mao Shu were located was completely razed to the ground. It is still uncertain whether anyone survived."

Tu Feiyuan felt his mouth go dry. In the city of Shanghai, who had the resources to carry out such an explosion?

Looking at the fireworks in the distance, Doi-Yuan could already guess how the other side had planted the bomb.

Before today, the enemy had no chance at all, because those alleys were inhabited by people from the original agency's action section.

In the very center was the residence of the six men sent by Mao Shu.

With such tight protection, the Action Section personnel wouldn't have left if it weren't for investigating that message on the black market, and neither would Mao Shu's people.

So, someone had been monitoring that area for a long time, even calculating when they would return and planting bombs in advance.

Who benefited most from the deaths of those six people?

This is the question that Tu Feiyuan is currently pondering.

Without a doubt, the Military Intelligence Bureau would not take action against them, and the underground Communist Party had even less reason to target those six people.

Special Higher Police? Military Police Headquarters? Or perhaps 76? Or maybe it's Kyoko Watanabe!

These organizations and these people flashed through Tu Feiyuan's mind quickly. Tu Feiyuan sighed because none of them had any reason to target those six people.

"With an explosion of that scale, Michiko, do you think those six guys have any chance of surviving?"

Michiko shook her head. Now she saw the fireworks shooting into the sky over the alley. In this situation, even if no one was killed in the explosion, they would be burned to death now.

"Teacher, who could have done this?"

Tu Feiyuan shook his head and smiled bitterly:
“The most likely candidates are the Military Intelligence Bureau’s Shanghai Station, but they don’t have the capability to monitor the entire alley area and the return times of all those who go out. The Shanghai Station doesn’t have that kind of power.”

After thinking for a moment, Michiko replied:

"Indeed, but besides the Shanghai station, who else would target Mao Shu's people? It couldn't possibly be someone from the Chongqing side, could it?"

Doi-Yuan glanced at Sakai Michiko:
"If Shancheng had been able to quietly arrange for someone capable of controlling this explosion to infiltrate Shanghai, our heads would already be hanging on the city walls of Shanghai."

"Michiko, use your brain more when you do things and think about things."

After saying that, Doiyuu turned around and walked to Michiko:

"Tell Mao Shu about this first, and I'll go to the scene to take a look."

"Hi!"

At that moment, on Nanjing Road, not far from the explosion, Master Niu was mingling in the crowd watching the commotion.

The mission was accomplished without the need to use anyone from the Shanghai station, something Master Niu hadn't anticipated at all when he first discussed the matter with Zhao Xuan.

What Master Niu is most curious about now is how Zhao Xuan, who is clearly not here, can know everything that is happening here so clearly even though he is far away.

Could it be that Young Tiger recruited a group of spies within the original organization, and more than one at that?

"That's the only explanation."

Master Niu smiled smugly, turned around, and disappeared into the streets of Nanjing Road.

Under the new sluice bridge over the Suzhou Creek, Zhu Zhili hugged Dao Yan tightly for a long while before letting go, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at her.
"Dao Dao, after this parting, I don't know when we'll meet again. Perhaps when we meet again, we'll be enemies."

Ever since Zhu Zhili learned about Mao Shu's smuggling activities, she has lost all hope for the Chongqing Military Intelligence Bureau.

Zhu Zhili, being a smart woman, naturally understood what she would face once Mao Shuxin's newly established smuggling channels were destroyed, based on Dao Yan's analysis.

The Kuomintang's internal discipline was already enough of a headache for her, and the Shanghai station wouldn't let her off the hook either.

If the authorities in Chongqing were to use family discipline, it would mean that Zhu Zhili was no longer a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau, but had truly defected to her original organization and become a traitor.

The Shanghai station couldn't protect her, and in order to prevent her from leaking secrets, the Shanghai station only had one choice: to cooperate with Shancheng and get rid of her!

Even if Zhu Zhili does nothing to harm the national interest, the outcome will not change.

Dao Yan reached out and wiped away the tears on her cheeks, forcing a smile as she softly said, suppressing the sadness of parting:
"All I want is for you to live. Don't forget our promise to witness the day of victory together."

Even if by then we are on different sides.

Zhu Zhili sighed, grasped Dao Yan's hand, and said reluctantly in farewell:

"Dao, I'm no longer in Shanghai. You must be careful in everything you do. Mao Shu is capable of smuggling, and he might even betray you one day."

"To put it bluntly, I actually hope Mao Shu betrays you, leaving you with no way out, and then..."

Dao Yan smiled and shook her head:

"Don't worry, I'll be careful. From the time we went undercover until now, we haven't even completed our initial mission. I will complete this mission on my own."

Zhu Zhili recalled with reminiscence the oath she had taken under the Party flag, and the first order Mao Shu gave when he personally picked her and Dao Yan up from the special training class.

But now, Zhu Zhili only felt it was utterly ridiculous:

"Okay, Dao Dao, you should go back now. I hope we'll meet again someday, and I hope that on that day, we won't be enemies."

"Definitely, we can't be enemies."

After seeing Dao Yan off, Zhu Zhili silently shed tears, standing alone under the Xinzha Bridge, watching Dao Yan walk further and further away until her figure completely disappeared.

76 Jessfield Road, in the infirmary.

Xie, who was brought back, must have received treatment and his condition has improved considerably.

Ding Moqun watched this unfold, turning his head to look at Yang Huamei, who had just finished giving Xie Biran the injection:
"Xiao Yang, thank you for your hard work. It's not time to change shifts yet, but I'll have the logistics department calculate your overtime pay."

Yang Huamei, wearing a mask, looked at Ding Moqun with her beautiful eyes and smiled:
"Director, this is what I should do."

"This gentleman is all better now, Director. I'll head back to my office. If anything else comes up, just let me know. I'll leave when Dr. Ma comes to relieve me."

Ding Moqun smiled and nodded:
"Okay, hard work."

After Yang Huamei left, Ding Moqun looked at Xie Biran on the hospital bed, his gaze icy, and his tone carrying a hint of murderous intent as he spoke:

"Shanfeng, I really want to know why you're in such a hurry to run back to Shanghai. If our plan fails, you won't be able to pay for it even with ten lives."

"Besides, your value has been greatly reduced since you came to Shanghai. I don't understand what you're thinking?"

Xie Biran sat on the edge of the bed and replied with a wry smile:

“Mr. Ding, if I don’t run away, I’ll be exposed. And this time I’ve brought back important intelligence.”

Ding Moqun snorted coldly:
"The so-called important intelligence is the arrest operation carried out by the Military Police Headquarters at the racecourse today?"

Xie Biran's lips twitched. The thought of his ordeal in the Special Higher Police made him furious.

“Mr. Ding, those bastards from the Special Higher Police, they’re inhuman! They forced me to admit that I was a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau, and then they wanted me to reveal some valuable intelligence. I had no choice; if I didn’t tell them, they would castrate me.”

“Mr. Ding, you know why I cooperated with you. If I were castrated, why did I agree to your terms in the first place?”

"Of course, in addition to the information I gave to the Special Higher Police, I also brought an even more important piece of information, which is directly related to whether our next operation will be successful."

This piqued Ding Moqun's interest, and he also became curious:
"Oh, tell me, you know me well. If the information wasn't as valuable as what you leaked to the Special Higher Police, I think you'd never see Ms. Suzuki again in your life."

Xie Biran nodded hurriedly:
"Don't worry, this intelligence is exactly what you need right now, and also what you least want to hear."

Under Ding Moqun's gaze, Xie Biran said leisurely:

"The previous intelligence was wrong. Bai Cha was not in your team at all. Moreover, Bai Cha only entered the city of Shanghai on the night I escaped."

Ding Moqun's pupils contracted slightly. Was Bai Cha not lurking in the 76th Division?
"Shanfeng, you have to be responsible for your words."

Xie nodded affirmatively:

“Mr. Ding, the information that there was no convoy escorting us to Modu was obtained by Bai Cha by chance. As for Bai Cha’s previous contact with me, I mistakenly thought that Bai Cha was infiltrating the team that Mr. Ding brought. I was deceived by her.”

Ding Moqun remained silent, his gaze fixed on Xie Biran with a sinister intensity. Xie Biran swallowed hard, his mouth dry. Seeing that Ding Moqun still refused to believe him, he continued:
"Mr. Ding, do you know why white tea was sent to Nanjing?"

Upon hearing this, Ding Moqun basically guessed what Xie was going to say, but he still didn't believe it.

Ding Moqun believes there must be something wrong within 76. The Luo Wang plan failed, and the contents of the meetings to deal with the aftermath could not have been leaked.

If there are no problems within our own organization, then the problems lie with Wang Da and Zhou Lifu, whose confidential secretaries have run into serious trouble.

"Bai Cha went to Nanjing to retrieve what Fang Lie left behind. I believe I don't need to explain who Fang Lie is, right?"

Ding Moqun took a slight breath; he was starting to feel a little nervous too.
"He got the item?"

Seeing Xie nod, Ding Moqun gasped.

"What exactly happened? Have you found out what he got?"

Xie Biran chuckled, and seeing Ding Moqun's anxiety, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"I haven't seen the things Bai Cha brought out of Nanjing with my own eyes, but I can confirm that the guerrilla captain Chi Tu personally took Bai Cha to meet Kong Hua and Lu Jin. I also learned from my conversation with the two of them that what Bai Cha brought out of Nanjing was a notebook about the experience of building a base behind enemy lines, and a notebook recording the talents that Fang Lie cultivated in the base behind enemy lines over the years."

"The talents recorded in that file will gradually replace the core members of the Nanjing underground party. The underground party member who holds the list of eighteen people is Fang Lie's subordinate, and what he controls is just the eighteen people in that file."

Ding Moqun could no longer remain calm and hurriedly asked:
"Does the file mention anything about Fang Lie's subordinate? Or what's the contact method and code?"

Xie Biran shook his head:
“I haven’t seen the files myself and don’t know about these things, but Bai Cha has already entered Shanghai to take that person out and meet with Kong Hua and the others to confirm the eighteen replacements and hand over the work.”

“I think that because of Fang Lie’s matter, his subordinate has been unwilling to show up for a long time. But this time is different. Mr. Ding, the scheme you set up has forced that subordinate to show up. In this way, Bai Cha is very likely to intercept that person before Mr. Ding and take him out of Shanghai without anyone knowing.”

After hearing Xie Biran's words, Ding Moqun had no choice but to believe that Bai Cha was no longer lurking in No. 76.

"Furthermore, after I was rescued from the river by the guerrillas, I received information about Bai Cha twice at the guerrilla strongholds."

"When I first found out, I couldn't believe it, because I had a preconceived notion that the white tea was inside No. 76."

"But when we got more information about Bai Cha, she had already gone to the guerrilla stronghold."

Ding Moqun narrowed his eyes slightly, and suspicion immediately arose:
"Bai Cha went to the guerrilla stronghold. Given how secretive her identity is, how could she possibly go to a stronghold where there are too many people around?"

Xie Biran smiled and said:

"After Bai Cha arrived at the stronghold, only a few people saw her. Moreover, she went there to greet Kong Hua and the others, telling them that they would have to wait for a while. After she brought Fang Lie's subordinates over and handed over their work, Kong Hua and the others would be sent to the base. The things Fang Lie left behind would also be sent to the base."

Ding Moqun fell completely silent.

However, he did not completely believe what Xie Biran said. Of course, it is not that Ding Moqun did not trust Xie Biran. A traitor of the underground party had spilled out intelligence under the interrogation of the Special Higher Police.

Ding Moqun didn't think such a spineless person would lie to himself.

However, this does not prevent Ding Moqun from believing that the underground party had set a trap for Xie Bili, just to make him believe these things.

However, what Xie Biran said was too important, so even if Ding Moqun had some doubts, he had to adopt the attitude of "better safe than sorry".

If the underground party member who holds the list is indeed taken away by the white tea Xie Biran mentioned, his entire plan will fall apart.

"Shanfeng, I hope you're not lying to me, and that you're not so stupid as to be used by the underground party."

Xie Biran snorted coldly:
"Mr. Ding, please don't doubt my abilities."

"Isn't your concern that my escape was intentional on the part of the underground party? You want me to come here to tell you what I found out at the guerrilla stronghold, so that you'll believe that Bai Cha isn't inside No. 76?"

Seeing that Ding Moqun had actually nodded, Xie Biran blushed and said angrily:

"This time, if it weren't for the fact that there was a member of the underground Communist Party in Shanghai at that stronghold, and I got along with him quite well, he wouldn't have been able to stay there any longer, which is why he led me to escape via the route he had already scouted out."

"Mr. Ding, you must have heard about the Special Higher Police's operation today. If I'm not mistaken, the underground party suffered heavy losses this time, didn't they?"

Ding Moqun had to admit that the joint operation between the Special Higher Police and the Military Police Headquarters today had indeed caused some losses to the underground party.

Moreover, Ding Moqun, after extensive inquiries, understood the importance of the two individuals to the second-line intelligence network of the Shanghai underground party.

"So, all this information was given to you by the underground party member who helped you escape?"

Xie Biran nodded:
"He wanted to pull me into their line of operations, which is why he boasted about some things to me. If Shanghai weren't so close, I could have gotten even more information out of him. What a pity."

Ding Moqun sat in the chair, leaning on his cane and thinking.

Based on his understanding of the underground party, he knew they would never use the lives of their comrades to carry out such a scheme.

Therefore, Xie's escape with that person was definitely not something the underground party did intentionally.

If Ding Moqun had previously suspected that Xie Biran was being used by the underground party, now he completely believed Xie Biran's words.

Letting out a long breath, Ding Moqun looked at Xie Biran, who was sitting on the edge of the bed drinking water:

"Mountain Breeze, have you seen what white tea looks like?"

Xie Biran nodded and then shook his head:
"It was too dark at the time. All I knew was that the person had come to the guerrilla stronghold on the outskirts of Shanghai alone. Later, I saw her from a distance. She was a young woman. I knew her general outline, but I couldn't make out the details."

Ding Moqun didn't ask where the two strongholds were. After all, the two people in the strongholds had run away, and the underground party members weren't stupid; they would have moved immediately.

Thinking of this, Ding Moqun nodded solemnly:
"Your injury should be fine after a night's rest. Tomorrow morning, I'll transfer you to the Operations Section. I'll have the Intelligence Section work with you to find Bai Cha. I can't rest easy knowing he's in Shanghai."

Xie Biran grinned:
"Yes, Director!"

"Just focus on recovering."

After saying this, Ding Moqun got up and walked outside. Xie Biran glanced at him, then lay back down on the bed, thinking that he would go find Suzuki Haruko after this mission was completed. Wusong Road, Special Higher Police Apartment District.

Zhao Xuan sat on the sofa, tilting his head slightly to look at Dao Yan, who was leaning on his shoulder and holding him tightly with both hands.

"Xiaoya will be back soon."

Dao Yan shook her head:
"What are you afraid of? You're back, so be it. All I want to do tonight is be with you."

Zhao Xuan smiled helplessly, looking at Dao Yan who was acting coquettishly towards him, Zhao Xuan was really a little dazed.

Soon after, Dao Ya returned.

Seeing the lights on in the villa, Dao Ya shouted as soon as she entered:
"Brother-in-law, I'll take this deal today."

Before she could finish speaking, Dao Ya noticed that besides Zhao Xuan, Dao Yan was also in the living room.

Upon hearing Dao Ya's words, Dao Yan quickly sat up straight and hurriedly began to tidy her clothes and hair.

Zhao Xuan looked at Dao Yan with amusement. Just now she had said she wasn't afraid of being seen by others.

"Sister, why are you here?"

Seeing Dao Ya skipping and hopping over, Dao Yan's pretty face flushed slightly, and she pouted, saying:

"Why can't I come? Ah Xuan is my husband. Do I need your permission to come here?"

Dao Ya snorted lightly, not wanting to lower herself to Dao Yan's level, and sat down on the sofa with a smile, saying:
"Okay, brother-in-law is yours, come if you want."

After speaking, seeing Zhao Xuan give her a look, Dao Ya, understanding the meaning, smiled and said:
“Brother-in-law, I’ve done everything you asked me to do. I’ve lost a lot of my business profits because of this. I really don’t understand why you insisted that I talk to them about sending people out. I’ve lost a lot of money.”

Dao Yan's eyes lit up, and she found Dao Ya much more pleasing to the eye.

Dao Ya played a crucial role in Zhu Zhili's successful departure tonight.

"Xiaoya, I made some braised meat in the kitchen, your favorite."

Upon hearing this, Dao Ya jumped up from the sofa and ran towards the kitchen.

"Sis, at least you have some conscience; you still know you have a younger sister in this world!"

Seeing Dao Ya run into the kitchen, Zhao Xuan took Dao Yan's hand and smiled:
"Ayan, it's getting late, you should rest."

Dao Yan trembled slightly, took a deep breath, and stood up, taking Zhao Xuan's arm in hers.

"Xiaoya, Ayan and I are going to rest first. Don't stay up too late after you finish eating, go to bed early."

"Okay, you guys keep it down."

Dao Yan's already slightly flushed face turned completely red upon hearing Dao Ya's words:
"This damn girl!"

The former government office on Nanjing Road in Shanghai.

After confirming that the six men sent by Mao Shu had been completely destroyed, Doiyu had just returned to the high pavilion when Michiko hurriedly followed and said:
"Teacher, Zhu Zhili is missing."

Tu Feiyuan, who was initially agitated, suddenly calmed down after hearing these words.

"Zhu Zhili, ah, it seems she is a smart person as well."

Michiko's eyes lit up and she asked:
"Teacher, are you saying that because of the deaths of those six people, the people in Shancheng are likely to punish Zhu Zhili according to family law, so she fled first? But where can she escape to?"

Tu Feiyuan squinted and smiled as he said:

"Where do you think she can escape to? The Military Intelligence Bureau is already disloyal. I'm sure Zhu Zhili's defection will create a rift between Chongqing and the Shanghai Station. And the people at the Shanghai Station probably won't let Chongqing control them. Just wait, after this happens, the Military Intelligence Bureau will be in chaos. I guess we won't even need to lift a finger; the Military Intelligence Bureau will collapse on its own."

Michiko immediately understood what Doiyuu meant:
"Teacher, I understand. I will pass it on right away. Everyone who needs to know will know tomorrow: Zhu Zhili has been turned to communism by the underground party and has already joined the Red Party."

Tu Feiyuan nodded in satisfaction.

In fact, from the day Zhu Zhili agreed to stay in her original organization, Tu Feiyuan had already thought that this day would come.

But Tu Feiyuan never expected that the trigger would be the death of the six people sent by Mao Shu.

After all, those six people were the channels through which Tu Feiyuan and Mao Shu traded. Now that the channels have been destroyed, the one who is most anxious is Mao Shu, not Tu Feiyuan.

Presumably, by this time, Mao Shu had already begun to rearrange the people who had entered Shanghai to rebuild the smuggling channels.

For Doiyuu, the death of those six people in the explosion did have some impact on him, but not a significant one.

In any case, Mao will continue to send people over in order to maintain his interests.

However, Zhu Zhili did not follow his plan, which made Tu Feiyuan somewhat angry.

However, all the objectives were ultimately achieved, and what Tu Feiyuan is now heartbroken about is the loss of manpower in the Operations Department.

It seems we'll have to ask Kawashima Yunko to select a group of people from the Youth League and send them over.

At 10 p.m., right after the shift ended, Yang Huamei rushed to Hankou Road and found Sun Jianzhong.

In a secret room in the back of Guanghua Bookstore, Yang Huamei, not even bothering to drink a sip of water, anxiously said upon seeing Sun Jianzhong:

"Uncle Sun, the traitor has been taken back to No. 76 by Ding Moqun. I heard there's been some movement on Fuzhou Road. Has one of our comrades been killed?"

Sun Jianzhong was furious when the matter was brought up. If Chen Guang hadn't called him later and said he would find a way to rescue Wang Shuyu, Sun Jianzhong wouldn't know what to do now.

"I know about Xie Biran's situation. You don't need to keep an eye on him. That guy is very good at counter-surveillance. Someone will take care of him."

Yang Huamei breathed a sigh of relief:
"That's good."

"But Uncle Sun, have we come up with a solution to what Li Dong mentioned last time?"

Sun Jianzhong tapped the ash from his pipe and looked calmly at Yang Huamei:
"Piaoxue, you don't need to worry about this. Just stay hidden and be careful. You just need to give me the intelligence. I'll figure out the rest. If I can't think of a way, someone else will."

Yang Huamei blinked twice, looked at Sun Jianzhong, and asked:
"Uncle Sun, is the person you're talking about Chenguang?"

Sun Jianzhong laughed, somewhat annoyed:
"Whether it's Chenguang or not is none of your business. Just be careful and stay safe."

"I will. I need to protect Miaomiao. She's such an impulsive person. Even if it's just for her sake, I'll stay hidden in the infirmary."

Sun Jianzhong was also a little worried when he heard this. Li Dong was good in every way, but he was always the first to rush to do things.

Yang Huamei tattled on Miao Xue to him, saying that Miao Xue had been injured on missions at least ten times, giving Sun Jianzhong a chance to teach Miao Xue a lesson and not let her always be at the forefront of everything, because bullets don't have eyes.

"I should meet with Comrade Lidong. I promised her sister I would take good care of her, but who would have thought this girl would work so hard."

However, Sun Jianzhong also knew why Yang Huamei was always at the forefront.

Several times, his comrades on this line were targeted by No. 76, but it was because Miao Xue was at the forefront that the rest of No. 76 dared not compete with Miao Xue for credit, which gave Miao Xue the opportunity to let those comrades escape.

If it weren't for Miao Xue, several of the comrades on Sun Jianzhong's line would probably have been lost by now.

Miao Xue knew those people were her comrades, but those people didn't know that Miao Xue was also one of them.

Therefore, while Miao Xue showed mercy, those people did not show any mercy at all.

This also made Sun Jianzhong constantly worried about Miao Xue's safety.

"Uncle Sun, you've finally decided to see Miaomiao. When?"

Sun Jianzhong's lips twitched, and he pushed a bowl of water in front of Yang Huamei:
"Don't ask me that. I'm seeing her, not you. Do you expect me to bring her to see me?"

Yang Huamei gave an awkward smile. She was well aware of the organization's rules and regulations; how could she possibly bring Miao Xue to Sun Jianzhong's place without permission?

At the same time, inside a hotel on Baoshan Street in Shanghai.

Lin Jieru, now dressed in a cheongsam, looked at He Daping, who was sitting on the sofa with a worried expression, and said with a serious face:

“The whistleman is dead. Uncle Sun will definitely hold him accountable for this, but you can’t be entirely blamed for it. I also agreed to the plan at the time.”

He Daping waved his hand:
"I don't know if Uncle Sun was on drugs or what, but he called me over and gave me a good scolding tonight."

"Alas, in the end, it was I who caused Comrade Sentry's death."

Lin Jieru walked over, sat on the sofa opposite, and said:

“Red Hare, we’re not going into the city so you can grieve here. The death of the whistleblower was completely unexpected. I never imagined that Xie Biran would be so ruthless.”

At first, He Daping and Lin Jieru both thought that Xie Biran would escape back to Shanghai with Sun Ying. Once in Shanghai, Xie Biran would definitely try to get rid of Sun Ying and go to No. 76.

After all, Xie couldn't possibly take Sun Ying to No. 76.

Even if Sun Ying was stupid, he should have realized that he had been deceived at that time.

If he really was that stupid, Lin Jieru and He Daping had also prepared a backup plan. They timed it perfectly and sent a telegram to Sun Jianzhong, asking him to inform the comrades on the second line.

By then, Sun Ying will realize he has been deceived, allowing his colleagues on the second line to take countermeasures as soon as possible.

They had prepared all of this, but who would have thought that Xie would kill Sun Ying outside the city?

According to He Daping, Sun Ying was quite skilled, and even if he couldn't beat Xie Biran, he couldn't possibly be killed unarmed.

Lin Jieru was stunned when she learned that the scout had been killed by Xie Biran outside the city. She couldn't understand how Sun Ying could trust Xie Biran so much!
After finding Sun Ying's body, Lin Jieru and He Daping also figured out that Sun Ying had been hit hard on the back of the head with a blunt object and then fell into the Huangpu River and drowned.

If it weren't for the sneak attack, Lin Jieru couldn't have imagined how Xie Biran could have killed Sun Ying.

He Daping let out a long breath and smiled at Lin Jieru:

"It's getting late, you should get some rest. Answer the phone at seven o'clock sharp tomorrow morning, don't forget."

The thought of collaborating with Chenguang tomorrow morning made Lin Jieru excited:

"Don't worry, you should go back and rest early too. Also, remember to disguise yourself when you go out, Xie will definitely recognize you."

"I don't think Ding Moqun will let Xie Biran stay in No. 76. Tomorrow, Xie Biran will definitely be in the No. 76 field team. You have to be careful."

He Daping grinned:
"I know my limits, I'm leaving!"

In the office of Mao Shu at the headquarters of the Military Intelligence Bureau in Chongqing.

Upon learning that his team, which had only recently been sent to Shanghai, had been killed in an explosion, Mao Shu was furious.

However, the 6,000 doses of penicillin for Shanghai are still undelivered, and many people are eyeing this shipment.

Furthermore, the day to send local specialties back to the mountain city is not far off. Even if Mao Shu is still angry, he has no choice but to select new people and send them to Shanghai to reopen the smuggling channels.

These people were all Mao Shu's confidants; Mao Shu would be heartbroken if even one of them died.

But there was no other way. Since he had boarded the ship of those high-ranking officials in the Kong family, Mao Shu, as their pawn, had to be aware of the consequences.

Now, a new batch of people has been dispatched by Mao Shu overnight.

Sitting in his office, Mao Shu had a file on his desk containing information about yucca plants.

After much deliberation, Mao Shu sighed and locked the file on the phoenix tail orchid back in the safe.

A few minutes later, Mao Shu made a phone call:
"Action Division? This is Mao Shu. Tequila's betrayal has been confirmed. Immediately carry out the family discipline against Tequila."

After saying that, Mao Shu hung up the phone, a fierce glint in his eyes. Just then, there was a knock on the office door.

Mao Shu looked up:

"Enter!"

The person who pushed open the door was Liu Mingyan, who had been promoted to section chief in the telecommunications department.

"Xiao Liu, what's the matter so late?"

Liu Mingyan walked forward expressionlessly and handed the telegram to Mao Shu:

"Secretary Mao, this is the telegram sent from the frequency you asked me to monitor. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."

Mao Shu hurriedly took the telegram from Liu Mingyan, waved for her to leave, and watched the door close before pulling out a collection of Lu Xun's essays from the bookshelf and translating the telegram line by line.

"Ran!"

The telegram was sent by Tu Feiyuan's men. The content was very simple: Zhu Zhili had run away, and it was very likely that she had defected to the Red Party.

After the initial surprise, Mao Shu smiled.

"Good riddance. I was planning to go to the Director tomorrow to explain the family discipline against Zhu Zhili, but now I don't need to explain at all."

"Shanghai Station, Chen Chuyin, Agave has become your woman, but now she's betrayed you and run away to join the Communist Party. Heh, now it's your turn to be in trouble!"

Originally feeling irritable, Mao Shu's mood has now been completely lifted. Seeing that there was still some time, Mao Shu decided to go to Xianlesi to relax and have some fun.

In the corridor of the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters, Mao Shu locked his office door and left. At the corner of the corridor, Liu Mingyan, wearing a gray-green Military Intelligence Bureau uniform and black high-heeled boots, turned around and looked intently in the direction Mao Shu had left.

As Liu Mingyan slowly walked to the door of Mao Shu's office, she calmly took out a key from her pocket, easily opened the door, and slipped inside.

In the pitch-black office, Liu Mingyan turned on her flashlight and walked straight to the bookshelf, beginning to carefully compare the subtle marks on the shelf, one by one.

Soon, Liu Mingyan found the collection of essays that Mao Shu had used before. After carefully observing the way the collection was arranged and the details, Liu Mingyan pulled out half of the collection, confirmed the publication number, and then carefully restored it.

After doing all this, Liu Mingyan squatted down, wiping away any traces she might have left on the ground with a handkerchief, and returned to the door the way she came.

After leaving Mao Shu's office, Liu Mingyan calmly turned and walked towards the telecommunications department.

After returning to the telecommunications department, Liu Mingyan greeted her colleagues on duty in the telecommunications room and then went into her office.

Liu Mingyan also happens to have the same collection of Lu Xun's essays that Mao Shu had in his office, and she had it in every single issue.

After memorizing all the telegrams Mao Shu had asked her to send and receive, Liu Mingyan opened her collection of essays and began to decipher them one by one.

Of the more than ten telegrams, only four could be deciphered through this collection of essays.

Liu Mingyan looked at these telegrams, her eyes flashing with cold light. She quickly picked up a pen and wrote down an intelligence report on a small piece of paper:
On February 3, 1940, Mao Shu dispatched Peng Dong, Pan Rui, and four others, who arrived in Shanghai five days later. With the assistance of the original organization, they reopened the secret transport channels.

After finishing writing the intelligence report, Liu Mingyan burned all the telegrams she had just memorized. Seeing that it was 11:30, time for her to hand over her shift, she left the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters with the intelligence report.

That night, in the Red Army base area, Liu Qinghuan received an encrypted telegram.

"Sister Gao, I received a telegram, but I can't decipher it."

"You're the one who asked me to keep an eye on this radio frequency."

Upon hearing this, Gao Xiaojuan quickly walked to Liu Qinghuan's side and took the telegram from her hand.

A telegram from Comrade White Dove!
Seeing that it was already past midnight, Gao Xiaojuan had no choice but to let Liu Qinghuan continue to keep watch, while she took the telegram and headed straight to the small courtyard where Xia Gong lived.

"Sis, why are you here so late?"

Upon seeing Gao Xiaojuan, Gao Wanyou, who was on duty, quickly stepped forward to stop her.

“I didn’t want to come so late either. Go and call Lord Xia. He needs to review this telegram in person.”

Gao Wanyou didn't dare to delay. Although he was reluctant to wake up Xia Gong, who had just fallen asleep, at such a late hour, he still gritted his teeth and ran into the courtyard to knock on the door.

A moment later, Xia Gong, wearing a coat, came out of the door. Gao Xiaojuan quickly went up to him upon seeing him:
"Lord Xia, a secret telegram from Baige."

White dove!

A faint smile appeared on Xia Gong's tired face.

Originally, the white dove was specially prepared by Xia Gong for Zhao Xuan, to serve as Chen Guang's contact person.

(End of this chapter)