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

In the eastern part of the mountain city, there is a barbershop called Chunqiu.

Zhao Heng pushed open the door and walked in, his eyes scanning every corner of the store before calmly finding a seat to sit down.

At that moment, Mingtai was busy giving a haircut to a customer. When he caught sight of Zhao Heng coming in, he simply nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Not long after, the customer finished his haircut, paid, and left.

"Take care, and welcome back next time."

Mingtai quickly packed up his hairdressing tools, walked over to Zhao Heng, and asked with a warm smile, "Sir, what kind of haircut would you like?"

Zhao Heng verbally agreed to "cut it in a 3:7 split," but slowly raised his left hand while secretly writing the word "spy" in his palm with his right.

Mingtai's eyes suddenly lit up. Could this person in front of him be the comrade Guying he was trying to contact?

While getting their hair cut, Mingtai and Zhao Heng chatted casually.

"Sir, where are you from?"

"I am from Yimeng Mountain..."

The secret code for the meeting matched perfectly.

The two locked eyes and confirmed each other's identities—they were on the same side.

Mingtai was secretly delighted, but his expression remained unchanged as he continued to cut Zhao Heng's hair, his fingers lightly touching the ends of his hair, conveying an unspoken understanding.

The two seemed to be having a casual chat, but every word they said actually contained a deeper meaning.

Zhao Heng slowly closed his eyes and lowered his voice, saying, "Mingtai, you must be extra careful. There are many spies outside who are following and monitoring me."

"I know. Secretary Dong asked me to tell you that he hopes you can get a batch of penicillin from the Military Intelligence Bureau."

While keeping an eye on his surroundings, Mingtai used scissors to style Zhao Heng's hair.

"Not just penicillin, but also weapons, ammunition, food, cotton—we can find a way to procure these supplies," Zhao Heng said softly with his eyes closed.

"I understand. Give me some time. Dai Li is already starting to suspect me."

……

When Zhao Heng left Chunqiu Barbershop, his hair had been changed to a neat short and choppy style, making him look much more refreshed and capable.

Meanwhile, in the restaurant across the street, Zhou Haichao was staring intently at Zhao Heng's figure, his eyes surging with jealousy.

His subordinate stepped forward and asked, "Deputy Section Chief Zhou, should we send someone to investigate this barbershop?"

Zhou Haichao pondered for a moment, then instructed, "First, investigate the background of this shop owner."

Zhao Heng drove his jeep, deliberately slowing down to carefully observe the streets and surrounding environment.

Just then, a barbershop came into view—it was a two-story villa with the words "Old Paris Barbershop" written on the door.

Zhao Heng's mind raced, and he instantly realized that this was the liaison point set up in the mountain city by Araki, the head of the Special Higher Police.

Just then, Chida Eiko walked out of the old Parisian barbershop.

She was dressed in a long leather coat in the British style and military-style leather boots, exuding a powerful aura.

Zhao Heng immediately made up his mind to lead his team to capture Araki.

On the second floor of the old Paris barbershop, Araki, the head of the Special Higher Police, wore a smart suit, had a neat middle parting, and his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's.

He stood behind Chen Xia, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"Xia, your brother Araki is going to start teaching you how to distinguish radio wave signals..."

Chen Xia is a blind girl, but her hearing is unusually sensitive.

Her body trembled slightly, her heart filled with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

"Okay, Araki-nii-san."

Araki Yui first coaxed and promised a sweet deal: "Xia, as long as you behave well, your brother Araki will hire the best doctor to treat your eyes and restore your sight."

Chen Xia's heart suddenly raced, and an innocent smile appeared on her face as she exclaimed joyfully, "Really? Thank you so much, Araki-nii-san!"

Hmph, those Chinese women are nothing but puppets in my hands.

Araki secretly plotted in his heart that as long as he controlled Chen Xia, he could use her to manipulate Chen Shan.

At that time, Chen Shan will seize the opportunity to steal the military defense map of the mountain city.

……

Araki leaned closer and gently stroked Chen Xia's hair, his tone seemingly gentle.

But a chilling intent lingered within: "Remember, Xia, your fate is in my hands. Perform well, and don't let me down."

Meanwhile, Zhao Heng drove his jeep back to the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters in a swagger.

As soon as he got out of the car, the secret agents at headquarters all cast curious glances at him.

Zhao Heng was already a celebrity in the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters—he was a confidant of Sixth Brother Zheng Yaoxian, had saved Zheng Yaoxian's life in Beiping, and had also successfully cracked a Communist underground communication station.

Zhao Heng smiled slightly, glanced at the people around him, and walked calmly toward Zheng Yaoxian's office.

"Sixth Brother, I'm back."

Zheng Yaoxian slowly stood up, looked directly at Zhao Heng, raised his right index finger to his lips to make a shushing gesture, and then pointed to the hand-cranked telephone on the table.

Zhao Heng suddenly realized that the hand-cranked telephone had long been fitted with a listening device.

Damn Dai Li, that old fox's methods are truly impossible to guard against.

"Oh, Zhao Heng, you have a new haircut, you look much more energetic." Zheng Yaoxian said slowly, casually offering a few words of praise.

Zhao Heng smiled slightly, but there was a hint of wariness in his eyes: "Thank you for the compliment, Sixth Brother. It's just that the barber is very skilled."

Zheng Yaoxian knew that Zhao Heng was definitely going to meet with Mingtai.

When acting, one should naturally act thoroughly.

Zhao Heng stepped forward slowly and deliberately raised his voice: "Sixth Brother, on my way back just now, I spotted a Japanese spy."

That Japanese soldier was secretly meeting with our Military Intelligence Bureau's Second Division in a teahouse in the east of the city; his movements were extremely suspicious.

Zheng Yaoxian frowned slightly, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes, and ordered in a deep voice, "Immediately arrange for people to secretly monitor that teahouse."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Yaoxian opened his desk drawer, took out a Parker pen, opened his diary, and wrote the three characters "Zhou Haichao" on it.

"By the way, did you see clearly? Who exactly was the traitor who made contact with that Japanese soldier?"

Zhao Heng stepped forward and clearly saw the name on the diary. He immediately understood and answered loudly, "It's Zhou Haichao, Sixth Brother. I would never mistake him."

Zheng Yaoxian nodded, slammed his Parker pen heavily on the table, and his eyes blazed with intense killing intent.

"I will inform Zhao Jianzhi and Song Xiaoan immediately."

He said in a deep voice, "Tonight, you and your brothers will continue to keep watch. You must find the Japanese liaison stations and hiding places."

Not far away, in the Second Telecommunications Division, Guan Yongshan and Fei Zhengpeng stood guard by the listening device, each wearing listening headphones, holding their breath and intently trying to capture the sounds inside.

Gu Yufei was dressed in a crisp military uniform, which perfectly accentuated her exquisite figure, and the major rank on her shoulder was particularly eye-catching.

She was also wearing headphones, so she could hear every word she overheard.

Fei Zhengpeng frowned, a look of doubt on his face, and muttered to himself, "Zhou Haichao is a traitor? Or a spy sent by Japan?"

Guan Yongshan slowly took off his headphones, his gaze deep and his tone heavy: "It seems that there is a considerable mole hidden in our Second Division."