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

Chapter 324 Students
The most important thing now is to pinpoint Mao Sanlin's location. If Mao Sanlin is no longer at Shanghai Station, it means that even if he is hiding behind the scenes, his hiding place is not too far from Cunji Hospital.

If Mao Sanlin chooses to lead the Hurricane Team directly, they will definitely be near Cunji Hospital tonight, so finding them won't be too difficult.

Of course, all of this is based on the premise that Mao Sanlin's primary target is still Yi Xincheng.

Shanghai, Zhoushan Road, Cunji Hospital.

Yi Xincheng has woken up.

Chen Yuliang sat in a chair by the bedside, and when he saw that Yi Xincheng had woken up, he quickly handed him a cup of water.

With his lips chapped and cracked, Yi Xincheng's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He never expected that he would be outsmarted by a young girl.

Now, Yi Xincheng has realized that every step he took was part of Wang Weijia's calculations.

They led him step by step to the rented room on Zhoushan Road.

But Yi Xincheng really couldn't believe that Wang Weijia's acting skills were so good.

When she was with herself, she was as innocent as a little white rabbit, but her deep cunning made Yi Xincheng shudder when he thought about it.

After catching his breath, Yi Xincheng tried to turn his head to look at Chen Yuliang:

"Yuliang, thank you so much this time. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here alive."

"Deputy Section Chief, you flatter me. This is what I should do."

Yi Xincheng sighed and asked again:

"You should know about apartment 402 in Baoshan. Have you sent someone there yet?"

Chen Yuliang nodded with a bitter expression:
“I sent someone over and found out that a female student was living there, but she moved out this morning. I also sent someone to Shenjiang University, but her teacher said that she did not attend class today.”

Having spent his days hunting geese, he was now attacked by an eagle in the eye. Yi Xincheng was furious.

He had initially wondered if Wang Weijia had been used, but now it seemed that even the last glimmer of hope he held in his heart had been shattered.

It was all Wang Weijia's scheme against him!
After taking a deep breath, feeling the waves of pain coursing through his body, Yi Xincheng gritted his teeth and looked at Chen Yuliang, saying:
"This is where?"

"Cunji Hospital on Zhoushan Road".

Upon hearing this, Yi Xincheng panicked and quickly said:

"You can't stay here; you have to be transferred to the military police hospital."

In his current state, he has no ability to protect himself at all.

As for his men, it wasn't that Yi Xincheng looked down on them, but when faced with the Military Intelligence Bureau, those guys were lucky if they didn't just run away for their lives.

For the sake of his own life, Yi Xincheng decided to transfer to the military police hospital, as it was the safest place.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuliang immediately followed the instructions and made a phone call to arrange for a transfer to another hospital.

A few minutes later, Chen Yuliang returned to the ward with a grave expression:

"Deputy section chief, the military police hospital said they won't accept our transfer."

Yi Xincheng was stunned after hearing this. He was the deputy section chief of No. 76, and the military police hospital had no right to refuse him!
"Why should they?"

Chen Yuliang shook his head:
"I don't know, but their attitude was very firm. I promised them some benefits, and they were clearly tempted, but in the end they still refused. However, they reminded me that this matter might be related to the Special Higher Police."

Yi Xincheng was so angry he almost jumped out of bed.

Why did the Special Higher Police do this?
I don't think I've offended the Special Higher Police since I returned from Nanjing!
After forcing himself to calm down, Yi Xincheng's face grew paler and paler as he considered a possibility.

"Yuliang, do you think the people who attacked us on Zhoushan Road were from the Military Intelligence Bureau or the underground Communist Party?"

Chen Yuliang was slightly taken aback. Looking at Yi Xincheng's dejected expression, Chen Yuliang pondered for a moment before replying:
"It must be the underground party. If it were the Kuomintang, they would know our itinerary and wouldn't send only two people."

Yi Xincheng gave a bitter smile:
"That would be a huge problem. The underground Communist Party failed to kill me, but they left me severely injured and completely defenseless. What do you think would happen if the Military Intelligence Bureau found out about this?"

Chen Yuliang's body trembled slightly. If the Military Intelligence Bureau knew about this news... no, the Military Intelligence Bureau definitely already knew about this news.

When they brought Yi Xincheng to Cunji Hospital, they were in such a hurry that they never thought of hiding anything.

If the Military Intelligence Bureau finds out, they will definitely take advantage of your illness to kill you.

"Yu Liang, quick, go and inform the section chief. No, we can't trust the section chief now. I was parachuted in and took the position of deputy section chief of the intelligence section directly. We absolutely cannot contact Miao Xue now."

"Yu Liang, go to the police station, find Sasaki, and have him tell Chief Suzuki what happened. Only Chief Suzuki can save me now."

In a small Western-style building on Avenue Joffre in the French Concession of Shanghai.

Upon returning home, Ye Luyan immediately retrieved the note that Chen Yuliang, number 76, had given her at Cunji Hospital.

Ye Luyan is now quite puzzled: if Chen Yuliang is her comrade, why would he risk his life to save Yi Xincheng?
If not, Chen Yuliang has no reason to let me leave after I was exposed at the hospital today.

Even if Chen Yuliang was a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau, he would never let him leave.

Therefore, Chen Yuliang is most likely one of our own.

When did Shanghai produce someone like Chen Yuliang?

Ye Luyan had been undercover in Shanghai for quite some time, and she had a general impression of almost all the underground Communist Party members in the city.

Suppressing her doubts, Ye Luyan unfolded the note in her hand: "Migratory birds long for home, Nanjing No. 18, pay attention to the State Council, Romance of the Three Kingdoms!"
Upon seeing these sixteen characters, Ye Luyan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Ye Luyan was naturally aware of the uproar that had previously occurred in Shanghai.

Rumor has it that an underground member of the Communist Party has arrived in Nanjing, possessing a list of eighteen people who are part of the core leadership of the Nanjing underground party.

Could it be that the guy I met at the hospital was a gay man from Nanjing?
For a moment, Ye Luyan was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

If he really is a comrade from Nanjing, then his actions are too bizarre—he directly joined No. 76.

Because I couldn't get in touch with the organization, I joined No. 76, the den of iniquity where I had the best chance of joining and the most likely to come into contact with the underground party!

Ye Luyan had to admit that she admired Chen Yuliang's creativity; nothing ventured, nothing gained!

This matter must be reported to the organization immediately.

Ye Luyan took a deep breath, put on her trench coat, and hurriedly went out. After walking a few hundred meters, Ye Luyan found a public telephone booth to contact the underground party in the French Concession.

"Please help me get the translation from Ms. Liu."

A few seconds later, upon hearing the voice from the other end of the phone, Ye Luyan spoke again:
"Ms. Liu, I wonder if there are any empty advertising spaces available tomorrow? I'd like to place a missing person ad."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Luyan tore the note in her hand into shreds as she walked, scattering the pieces along the roadside.

On the other side, Liu Shiran, the editor-in-chief of the translation agency, looked at the missing person notice she had just written down.

As the head of the underground party liaison station in the French Concession, Liu Shiran took over the translation work from her predecessor.

Since its founding in 37, Yibao has always been a transit point for underground Communist Party members in the French Concession to pass on intelligence, and Yibao is a newspaper that specializes in translating daily newspapers.

Therefore, translation reports naturally have a layer of camouflage.

Today, when Liu Shiran saw this missing person notice, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes:
"Jon!"

Liu Shiran had always known that Jon Snow lived in the French Concession, but she had never met him.

Moreover, Jon rarely contacted her.

Including this time, Jon has contacted her a total of three times.

In 38, Liu Shiran took over the translation work, and in two years, Jon Snow only contacted her three times.

After taking out a cigarette, Liu Shiran casually burned the missing person notice she had just written down in the ashtray. Then she hurriedly got up, grabbed her coat and trench coat, and left the newspaper office.

Soon, Liu Shiran arrived at the Dead Mailbox, which hadn't been used for more than half a year. This was the place where Jon Snow and she exchanged information.

Sitting on a bench not far from the fountain, Liu Shiran casually reached out and took out the intelligence that Jon had sent her. After glancing around, Liu Shiran slowly got up and left.

Back home, Liu Shiran quickly unfolded the note. As she read its contents, she spat out the mouthful of water she had just taken a sip from her glass.

Who would have thought that the comrade from Nanjing, whom so many forces in Shanghai had been searching for without success, would suddenly appear in such an unexpected way at this very moment?

This matter was extremely important, so Liu Shiran had no choice but to return to the newspaper office and publish the content in encrypted form in order to pass the intelligence on to Sun Jianzhong.

After re-layouting the newspaper and finalizing the content, it was already 2 a.m. Liu Shiran yawned, lay down on her desk, and fell asleep.

On the other side, in the master bedroom on the second floor of Villa No. 3 in the Wusong Road Special Higher Police Apartment Complex.

Zhao Xuan covered Dao Yan, who was covered in sweat, with a blanket, and then gently lay down. He then asked Edith to help him connect to the vision of the nanobugs.

(Sir, it has been confirmed that Mao Sanlin is not at Shanghai Station.)
(As instructed by the gentleman, since Mao Sanlin could not be found at the Shanghai Railway Station, his location was determined within a three-kilometer radius of Cunji Hospital.)
A holographic map appeared before Zhao Xuan's eyes. Looking at the map indicating the location and the shared field of vision with the nanobugs, Zhao Xuan was now completely certain that Mao Sanlin's primary target was indeed Yi Xincheng.

As for tomorrow's operation, whether Mao Sanlin leads the team personally or strategizes from within this so-called safe house is irrelevant to Zhao Xuan.

(Edith, keep a close eye on Mao Sanlin. If they take action tomorrow, inform me immediately after confirming whether he is personally leading the team. Also, has the identity of Chen Yuliang been confirmed with the nanobugs at Cunji Hospital?)

(This has been confirmed. Please check it, sir.)
Soon, a file about Chen Yuliang appeared in Zhao Xuan's mind.

(Chen Yuliang, male, 31 years old, from China, member of the underground Communist Party, student of Fang Lie, code name "Migratory Bird".)

He is really one of his own.

Moreover, the fact that this person was one of their own made Zhao Xuan's heart tremble.

The comrade from Nanjing whom we had been searching for for nearly two months had actually infiltrated the 76th Division; this was simply unbelievable.

Based solely on this record, Zhao Xuan, a student of Fang Lie, was certain that this person was the underground Communist Party member who both the Japanese and Ding Moqun had been searching for—the one who possessed the list of eighteen people.

Good heavens, no wonder we haven't been able to find him for so long. It turns out this kid played a trick on everyone.

Moreover, Zhao Xuan had a rough idea of ​​Chen Yuliang's purpose in joining No. 76.

He had lost contact with the organization. The only way he could contact the organization was to identify an underground party member and make contact through that person.

No. 76 was undoubtedly the place where Chen Yuliang could join and had the best chance of making contact with the underground party.

It has to be said, he truly lives up to his reputation as Fang Lie's student; his actions are unconventional! Having finished his business for the day, Zhao Xuan reached out and embraced the already sleeping Dao Yan, a smile playing on his lips as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, as soon as Zhao Xuan opened his eyes, he saw Dao Yan already sitting in front of the dressing table.

"You get up this early every day."

Dao Yan turned around and glared at Zhao Xuan:
"It's because we live too far away. If we still lived on Jessfield Road, would I have to get up so early?"

"Oh, right, I made some porridge in the kitchen. Remember to drink it with Xiaoya later. I have to go now."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xuan quickly sat up:
"Wait a moment."

After getting up, Dao Yan stopped in her tracks, puzzled, and watched as Zhao Xuan grabbed the phone on the bedside table and dialed a number.

A few seconds later, Zhao Xuan pretended that the call had been connected and nodded as he listened:
"Okay, I understand. Keep an eye on it."

Dao Yan tilted her head, looking at Zhao Xuan curiously. Seeing that Zhao Xuan had hung up the phone, Dao Yan's beautiful eyes sparkled as she quickly ran to the bedside and sat down.

"You have news? No, when did you send people to gather intelligence?"

“After you fell asleep last night.”

Dao Yan raised her hand and gently patted Zhao Xuan's chest:
"It's all your fault! You kept us up until the middle of the night. How's the situation now?"

Zhao Xuan leaned over to pick up the clothes from the bedside, saying as he dressed:
"It's confirmed. Mao Sanlin left the French Concession last night with the Hurricane Team. My men saw him near Cunji Hospital, so his primary target is still Yi Xincheng."

"If you don't have anything to do today, just stay in the office. I'll keep you updated on the latest developments."

Dao Yan excitedly hugged Zhao Xuan and kissed him. She realized that she couldn't even come close to her man's intelligence gathering skills.

With such a reliable husband, Dao Yan felt completely relaxed and overjoyed.

"Also, about Chen Yuliang, whom you mentioned last night, I had someone investigate him, but they didn't find anything."

Dao Yan didn't seem to care, smiled, and stood up.

"It's alright, they're not under my control anyway. Okay, I really have to go now. I'll keep in touch by phone."

Dao Yan knew that Miao Xue ate breakfast in the cafeteria every morning at No. 76 Jisifeier Road.

It was for no other reason than to save food for the family, since there was a food allowance for those working at No. 76.

Although Miao Xue is no longer short of money, she still insists on saving every bit of food she can at home.

Upon entering the cafeteria, Dao Yan immediately spotted Miao Xue sitting in her usual spot, having breakfast with Dr. Yang Huamei from the infirmary.

Dao Yan hadn't eaten breakfast at home, so after getting one from the window, she walked towards Miao Xue's direction.

"Section Chief Miao, Dr. Yang."

Miao Xue was slightly taken aback, quite surprised that Dao Yan had come to the cafeteria for breakfast.

Yang Huamei also looked curiously at Dao Yan, who had already sat down next to Miao Xue.

"Section Chief Dao, you look good today."

Upon hearing Yang Huamei's sudden remark, Dao Yan's pretty face flushed slightly, and she smiled, saying:
"Really? Maybe you slept well last night."

Yang Huamei blinked. "Can good sleep really make your skin so rosy?"

Seeing that Dao Yan had already lowered her head to eat breakfast, Yang Huamei didn't say anything more.

A while later, Yang Huamei finished eating and glanced at Miao Xue. Seeing the look Miao Xue gave her, Yang Huamei smiled.

"Section Chief Dao, Section Chief Miao, please take your time eating. I'm going to the infirmary now."

Dao Yan smiled at Yang Huamei, while Miao Xue peeled an egg with a blank expression.

After Yang Huamei left, Miao Xue glanced around out of the corner of her eye before asking in a low voice:

"Section Chief Dao, what do you want with me?"

“Ah Xuan said that you are trustworthy.”

Miao Xue paused slightly while peeling the egg, then a beautiful smile curved her lips.

"Tell me, what do you need me to do?"

Dao Yan gently recounted to Miao Xue what she had discussed with Zhao Xuan the previous night.

After listening, Miao Xue ate the egg in two bites without hesitation, nodded, and got up to leave the cafeteria.

Half an hour later, in the office of Director No. 76.

Ding Moqun frowned as he looked at a telegram in his hand, occasionally glancing up at Zhang Sanjin, who was standing in front of his desk with his head down, sweating profusely.

Setting down the telegram, Ding Moqun's face was extremely gloomy. After a long while, he slowly spoke:
"How did the cub know that the pangolin sent me two telegrams in a row?"

Zhang Sanjin shook his head with a wry smile. Even Ding Moqun couldn't figure this out, so how could he possibly understand it?

Ding Moqun has two guesses: one is that the pangolin has been exposed.

Another thing is, there's a mole inside 76!

If the second possibility is true, then it's safe to say that there was no one who knew they had received the pangolin telegram.

Although Dao Yan was aware of the situation in the two telegrams, he had also told Zhao Xuan and Dao Yan about the second telegram last night.

However, Ding Moqun did not mention pangolins.

Thinking of this, Ding Moqun's forehead broke out in a thick sweat. The second possibility was getting smaller and smaller, so it was the first possibility!

If the pangolin were exposed, Ding Moqun didn't even dare to think what all the resources he had invested over the years would amount to.
Thinking about this, Ding Moqun felt so bad that he wanted to slap himself.

"Zhang Sanjin, get on it immediately. Contact the pangolin, keep contacting him until he responds!"

Zhang Sanjin nodded quickly. He had been in charge of receiving the telegrams from the pangolin, but he didn't have a codebook, so he couldn't translate them.

Watching Zhang Sanjin leave in a hurry, Ding Moqun took off his glasses, rubbed his temples, and sighed repeatedly.

I was originally planning to have Zhang Jinsan lead a team to keep an eye on things at Cunji Hospital today, but it seems I'll have to find someone else.

After thinking for a while, Ding Moqun called Ma Shangcheng and Miao Xue respectively.

Last night, Ding Moqun had already discussed it with Uchiyama Mizuki of the Military Police Headquarters Intelligence Department, but Ding Moqun did not agree directly. He wanted to see what the Special Higher Police would say in response.

Thinking of this, Ding Moqun directly called the office of the head of the telecommunications department.

"Hey, Xiao Dao, how did things go with the Special Higher Police yesterday?"

"Oh, really? Okay, okay, I understand. The Special Higher Police are very busy, and it was indeed impolite of me to discuss this so hastily. Xiao Dao, you go ahead with your work. Remember to come here in half an hour. I have a task for you. I'll hang up now."

Shortly after hanging up the phone, Miao Xue and Ma Shangcheng entered Ding Moqun's office.

"director!"

After closing the door, the two walked to the desk and stood there.

Ding Moqun put down his teacup, his face beaming with a smile, completely suppressing his emotions:
"Xiao Miao, Shang Cheng, there is an important task for you to complete today."

"The intelligence department of the Military Police Headquarters has received information that the Military Intelligence Bureau is likely to target Yi Xincheng, who is recuperating at Cunji Hospital, today. I want you to meet up with Uchiyama Mizuki's people and then head to the vicinity of Cunji Hospital as soon as possible. Remember, while ensuring Yi Xincheng's safety, try to capture as many Military Intelligence Bureau personnel as possible. If they resist, you can kill them on the spot."

Miao Xue was secretly pleased. Just as Dao Yan had said, Ding Moqun had no intention of having Dao Yan participate in this operation.

No, it should be said that Ding Moqun will arrange a safe mission for Dao Yan.

"Yes, sir, I guarantee I will complete the mission."

After receiving a document from Ding Moqun, Miao Xue and Ma Shangcheng left the director's office.

In the corridor, Ma Shangcheng turned around and glanced at the corridor behind him before asking in a low voice:
"Judging from your nonchalant expression, did you already know?"

Miao Xue replied in a soft voice:
"The section chief's idea is for us to be responsible for guiding Mizuki Uchiyama away from the back door."

Ma Shangcheng opened his mouth, looking at Miao Xue walking beside him in utter surprise. Did she really know in advance?
Did Zhao Xuan anticipate Ding Moqun's order, or did Zhao Xuan already know about it?
If it were the former, Ma Shangcheng didn't dare to think any further. In any case, he had already surrendered to Zhao Xuan. It was just a pity that Zhao Xuan went to the Special Higher Police. Otherwise, in No. 76, Ma Shangcheng would definitely follow Zhao Xuan's lead.

After thinking it over carefully for a while, Ma Shangcheng nodded in agreement.

Since Zhao Xuan left No. 76, Ma Shangcheng has often partnered with Miao Xue.

After all, the intelligence section and the operations section often work together on multiple missions.

Having gone through the experience of picking up prisoners escorted from Nanjing, Ma Shangcheng often recalled the scenes of Miao Xue helping him escape for his life.

These images lingered in his mind for a long time, causing Ma Shangcheng to inexplicably develop feelings for Miao Xue.

If there's anyone in No. 76 who he could still willingly help with, it would definitely be Miao Xue.

As for Dao Yan, Zhao Xuan has already left No. 76. How can we expect Dao Yan, a woman, to take over Ding Moqun's position?

"Then go and gather the men. Meet in the front yard in ten minutes."

In a secret room behind the Guanghua Bookstore on Hankou Road in Shanghai.

Wang Shuyu, who was reading the newspaper, put down the Shenbao in her hand and picked up the translation newspaper that was placed to the side.

For Wang Shuyu, before her legs fully recovered, reading newspapers and analyzing intelligence were all she could do every day.

Therefore, Wang Shuyu asked Sun Jianzhong to buy her a copy of every newspaper in Shanghai, regardless of the newspaper's publisher, every day.

After reading these newspapers, the morning would probably be over.

After picking up the translation newspaper, Wang Shuyu habitually glanced at the advertisement section first.

After scanning the entire poster at a glance, Wang Shuyu's gaze sharpened slightly as she looked at the missing person notice.

(End of this chapter)