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

"Mingtai, I'll be going now. Take care of yourself." Zhao Heng patted Mingtai's shoulder, his eyes full of concern.

Mingtai escorted Zhao Heng to the door, watched him get into the car and leave, and only turned back into the barbershop after the car disappeared at the end of the street.

He sat in the chair, Zhao Heng's words echoing in his mind, feeling both worried about Zhao Heng's safety and tense about the impending situation.

……

Zhao Heng drove at high speed and soon arrived at a secret liaison point on the outskirts of the mountain city.

After getting out of the car, he took out Lonely Shadow's mask from his spatial storage and put it on. He looked around warily, and only after confirming that there was nothing unusual did he step inside.

Inside the liaison point, four guerrilla comrades were busy with their own tasks. When they saw Zhao Heng enter, they all stopped what they were doing and gave him wary looks.

"Captain Liu, comrades, I am Lone Shadow."

Zhao Heng briefly explained his identity, his mission, and his code name to everyone.

"I wear a mask for safety reasons," he added.

"Captain Liu, I have a request: during this period, you must not enter the city. Just stay outside the city and remember not to reveal your whereabouts."

Captain Liu of the guerrilla force gripped Zhao Heng's hand tightly and said solemnly, "Alright, Comrade Guying, you must be very careful."

"We are all waiting for you to come back safely."

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the day of departure arrived in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Heng changed into ordinary businessman's clothes, carried a huge suitcase, arrived at the mountain city train station, and embarked on his journey to Shanghai.

Sitting in the train carriage, watching the scenery rushing past the window, Zhao Heng was filled with a myriad of thoughts and emotions.

He stored the modified miniature radio, two Colt 1911 pistols, ten magazines, two silencers, and twenty American grenades into his system space.

After a good night's sleep in his sleeper berth, Zhao Heng got up, picked up his suitcase, and went to the dining car in the middle of the carriage to have a meal.

While eating, he kept an eye on the actions of the passengers around him, secretly planning his actions after arriving in Shanghai.

Just then, a familiar figure came into his view.

Liu Xing? No... it should be Shen Fang.

This Shen Fang was also a member of our Party's undercover team, codenamed Wind Chime.

An urgent coded telegram from the mountain city: the Fengye Plan.

Zhao Heng held a copy of the Jinling Daily in his hand. His eyes swept over the headline news, and he instantly understood.

The sacred land of northern Shaanxi had already told him that if he wanted to make contact with Cobra, he had to pay attention to this "Jinling Daily".

After all, Cobra would place missing person notices in newspapers and use coded signals to complete the rendezvous.

Shen Fang, dressed in a dark long trench coat, sat in the dining car cutting steak, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with anxiety and uncertainty about the future.

In 1938, he changed his name and enrolled in a military academy to continue his studies.

During his time at school, he secretly joined the Red Party, and the organization gave him the code name "Wind Chime".

Not long after, Shen Fang was selected by the Military Intelligence Bureau and took up a position in the Military Intelligence Bureau's Department.

In 1940, he was transferred to the Intelligence Section of the Security Department of the Wang Jingwei regime, where he served as a staff member.

The scene shifts to the communications department of the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters in Chongqing.

The telegraph machine's buttons were pressed one after another, and the Morse code beeps and ticks filled the room continuously.

Dai Li stood behind Gu Yufei, personally watching her send an urgent telegram to the Shanghai Military Intelligence Station.

"I'll dictate the contents, and immediately send an urgent telegram to the Shanghai Military Intelligence Station," Dai Li ordered in a low voice.

"Chen Moqun is actually a traitor who betrayed his country and defected to the enemy. He has now joined the Japanese Military Police Command in Shanghai."

"The Shanghai Military Intelligence Station launched several anti-traitor operations in an attempt to punish him, but all of them ultimately failed."

"The 'Dedication Plan' is now officially launched. If you encounter Chen Moqun, you can execute him on the spot without asking your superiors."

Dai Li's face was grim, and his words were filled with a strong sense of murderous intent.

With a blank expression, Gu Yufei put on her radio headset and personally sent out the urgent telegram.

"Upgrade the Fengye Plan and notify all Military Intelligence Bureau stations nationwide."

Dai Li's words sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

"Yes, Boss Dai." Gu Yufei nodded in acceptance, took off her headphones, and gave Dai Li a standard military salute.

Dai Li turned and left, leaving Gu Yufei alone in the telecommunications room to continue her work.

Before long, the secret telegram about the Fengye Plan spread throughout the country, and all the Military Intelligence Bureau stations received the order, including the Shanghai Military Intelligence Bureau station.

After receiving the telegram, station chief Wang Shi'an frowned deeply, quickly scanned the contents, and felt utterly overwhelmed.

It was because he deliberately leaked Chen Moqun's whereabouts that the Japanese military police arrested Chen Moqun on the ship.

Wang Shi'an knew perfectly well that this mistake would inevitably trigger a series of chain reactions, and the crisis of trust within the Military Intelligence Bureau would become even more serious as a result.

"I'm afraid Boss Dai no longer trusts me."

Wang Shi'an thought to himself, and then immediately summoned his core subordinates—Deputy Station Chief Gu Shenyan, Action Team Leader Lin Nansheng, Telecommunications Section Chief Wu Baisong, and Finance Section Chief Li—to urgently discuss countermeasures.

"This is an urgent telegram from the mountain city, and its contents are related to the Fengye Plan."

Wang Shi'an spoke first, his tone heavy, "Colleagues, remember this day. This is the most humiliating day for our Shanghai Military Intelligence Station."

On the other hand, Zhao Heng had just arrived in Shanghai and was keeping a very low profile. He checked into a small hotel in Huangpu District to stay temporarily.

He was well aware that the current situation was complex and that every step had to be taken with caution and prudence.

Zhao Heng drew back the curtains in the room. The neon lights of Shanghai shimmered and shone brightly in the night. In the distance, the clanging of trams could be heard. Along the Huangpu River, women in cheongsams walked gracefully.

He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and his chaotic thoughts, like the swirling smoke, spread freely in his heart.

[Ding! The system has detected that host Zhao Heng has entered Shanghai. The current danger level has increased.]

Just then, a system notification sounded in Zhao Heng's mind.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, immediately turned off the notification, and secretly became more vigilant.

He slowly stood up, walked to the door, flicked the ash from the ashtray evenly onto the floor, then lay back down on the bed to rest.

At exactly midnight, the system's check-in notification sounded in my mind.

【叮咚！恭喜宿主成功存活168小时，本次签到获得汤普森冲锋鎗200把、冲锋鎗子弹2000万发、美式60毫米迫击炮100门、迫击炮弹1000发、大黄鱼（金条）100根。】

Zhao Heng suddenly opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up, revealing a joyful smile.

I didn't expect that the weapons and supplies I received after checking in at Shanghai would be so plentiful, enough to equip a small unit.