Courtyard House: Reborn in the 1940s, Starting with Killing Japanese Devils

Zhao Heng took a deep breath and replied in a low voice, "Okay, I understand. I'll drive over right away."

Zheng Yaoxian repeatedly instructed, "After you finish informing them, immediately go to the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters to buy me some time. Just make an excuse that I'm going to Kuan-Ren Hospital to get my medicine."

"After I notified the guerrilla comrades, I went to Kuan-Ren Hospital to try to linger as long as possible."

"Around 10:30 in the morning, I returned to the Military Intelligence Bureau."

Zheng Yaoxian nodded solemnly: "Alright, I'll try to hold Dai Li off. You must be careful."

……

Zhao Heng dared not delay for even a moment, and drove his Buick sedan away from Zheng Yaoxian's small villa at top speed.

Fifteen minutes later, the car stopped outside Gu Yufei's house. He glanced at the empty corridor, took out the Lonely Shadow Mask from the system space without hesitation, put it on, and knocked on the door.

Gu Yufei, dressed in military uniform, opened the door and immediately saw her superior wearing a mask resembling Guying. She pulled him into the room and asked seriously, "Guying, what happened? I just came back from the train station. Zeng Moyi has already boarded the train to Shanghai."

Behind the mask, Zhao Heng deliberately lowered his voice and said slowly, "Red Peach Nine, thank you for making this trip again. Drive to Xinxin Old Teahouse at Jiaochangkou immediately. It's a liaison point for the Mountain City Guerrilla Team. Once you're inside, find the manager and tell him about Yuan Nong's defection. Tell the guerrilla comrades to evacuate immediately and head to the Southern Bureau at No. 13 Hongyanzui."

He spoke at a steady pace, and each word was clear.

Gu Yufei's eyes were firm, and she immediately nodded: "Understood, I'll set off right away and guarantee to complete the mission."

After saying that, she quickly turned around, took off her military uniform, changed into civilian clothes, grabbed her car keys, and hurried downstairs.

Watching Gu Yufei drive away at high speed, Zhao Heng stood by the window and silently prayed that everything would go smoothly. Then he turned around, went out, and drove his Buick towards Kuanren Hospital.

According to the plan agreed upon with Zheng Yaoxian, he was to travel from the hospital to the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters to buy time and deal with Dai Li.

Throughout the journey, Zhao Heng repeatedly pondered the possible unexpected events and the corresponding countermeasures.

He knew very well that this mission could not afford the slightest mistake. If any link in the chain went wrong, not only would the comrades of the mountain city guerrilla team be in danger, but he and Zheng Yaoxian might also be doomed.

A moment later, Zhao Heng arrived at Kuanren Hospital. He straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, and walked into the hospital with steady steps. He queued up, registered, and then headed towards the gastroenterology department.

……

On the other side, inside the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters, Fei Zhengpeng was dressed in a black Zhongshan suit, his temples were gray, and his hair was neatly combed.

Just then, "Xiao Zhengguo" pushed open the door and walked in, pulled up a chair and sat down, saying, "Old Fei, I heard that a Communist Party liaison station was wiped out last night."

No one knew that this "Xiao Zhengguo" was an imposter; his real name was Chen Shan.

Six months ago, he was sent to Shanghai on a mission. Chen Shan was originally a well-informed informant on the streets of Shanghai, but because he looked extremely similar to Xiao Zhengguo, he was discovered by Araki Yui, the head of the Special Higher Police in Shanghai, and received four months of special training.

Fei Zhengpeng glanced at Chen Shan and said indifferently, "Zhengguo, don't ask too many questions about this. Boss Dai personally gave the order to have Zhao Heng, the adjutant of Zheng Yaoxian, the sixth brother of the Military Intelligence Bureau, in charge of the interrogation. Don't worry about the credit for this."

Chen Shan silently memorized it, slowly stood up, and said casually, "Okay, I understand."

A hint of gentleness flashed in Fei Zhengpeng's eyes as he added, "You've just returned. It won't do you any harm to voluntarily go to the counter-espionage department for questioning."

……

At 10 a.m., Zhao Heng swaggered out of Kuanren Hospital carrying two packets of traditional Chinese medicine, got into his Buick, and drove away.

Meanwhile, in Zheng Yaoxian's office at the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters, Fei Zhengpeng looked at Zheng Yaoxian with a serious expression and asked, "Sixth Brother, where is your adjutant? Boss Dai said that Zhao Heng will preside over the interrogation today, and we must dig out the Communists who have infiltrated our ranks."

Zheng Yaoxian pursed his lips, narrowed his eyes slightly, and held a Camel brand cigarette between his fingers. He said unhurriedly, "Zhao Heng's stomach problem flared up, so he went to the hospital first. He'll be here soon. Lao Fei, we're all brothers, we see each other all the time."

"We will naturally follow Boss Dai's instructions, don't you think?" Zheng Yaoxian's words carried a hint of admonition.

He merely wanted to remind Fei Zhengpeng not to be so ruthless in his actions; Zhao Heng was not fleeing out of fear of punishment.

Fei Zhengpeng remained silent for a long while, a complex look flashing in his eyes, before slowly nodding: "I understand, Sixth Brother. The person has already been taken to the interrogation room."

As soon as he returned to his office, Fei Zhengpeng immediately dialed the secretariat and relayed the message.

Upon receiving the news, Jiang Xin, the confidential secretary of the Secretariat, immediately reported it to Dai Li.

The second location is the listening room next to the interrogation room.

Dai Li wore listening headphones, with a full set of listening equipment in front of him, and his expression was solemn.

Guan Yongshan, dressed in a gray Zhongshan suit, stood behind him, expressionless and motionless.

"Go and find out if Zhao Heng went to the hospital today," Dai Li ordered calmly without turning his head.

"Yes, Director."

Guan Yongshan respectfully agreed and turned to leave the listening room.

Zheng Yaoxian sat next to Dai Li, clutching a listening earpiece in his hand, his heart clenching in his throat.

About fifteen minutes later, Zhao Heng, dressed in military uniform, strode into the interrogation room, his eyes sharp as a hawk's, scanning every corner of the room.

Looking at the room full of torture instruments, including electric chairs and tiger benches, he steadied himself and showed no abnormality on his face.

The atmosphere in the interrogation room was oppressively suffocating. Two agents in black suits stood in the corner, gripping leather whips, their gazes icy and piercing.

The man was tied to a chair, his hands bound behind his back, a barely perceptible hint of fear in his eyes.

Zhao Heng took a deep breath, walked steadily to the interrogation table and sat down, his eyes fixed on the waiter's face.

"Being loyal to your party is enough," he said calmly. "I am Zhao Heng. I assure you, as long as you reveal the leader of the underground party in Chongqing and surrender to the Military Intelligence Bureau, I will arrange for you to go to Hong Kong and give you another thousand US dollars. Then you can live however you want."

The man clenched his teeth, his eyes darting around, his heart already wavering, yet he also knew the ultimate fate of a traitor.

Sweat began to bead on his forehead, and his lips trembled slightly. Zhao Heng stared intently at him, then softened his tone: "You have family and children. Don't you want them to live a peaceful life? Submitting to us isn't shameful."

The waiter's eyes were filled with complex emotions. After a long silence, he finally spoke in a hoarse voice, "I... I can think about it."

"If you die, no one will remember your contributions."

Zhao Heng changed the subject, his tone becoming colder, "Don't forget, if you don't cooperate, we can publish the news in the newspapers and spread the news of your defection to the Military Intelligence Bureau."

His tone rose and fell, and a chilling killing intent flashed in his eyes.