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

Zhao Heng continued, "From now on, I will do my best to secure more benefits for everyone."

As long as you are loyal to the country and fight bravely, the Party and the state will never treat you unfairly.

Starting today, the brothers in our action team will have one day off each week, for a total of four days in January. You can go home and spend time with your mothers, wives, and children.

Upon hearing this, the team members were filled with surprise and delight, and nodded their thanks one after another.

Back in the director's office, Zhao Heng pretended to rummage through his uniform pocket, but actually took out one hundred US dollars from his system space and handed it to Wu Zuolin: "Captain Wu, this is a bonus I'm giving you out of my own pocket."

Wu Zuolin accepted the US dollars, his eyes filled with gratitude: "Thank you, Chief!"

"Captain Wu, I'm assigning you my first task."

Zhao Heng's expression was serious, his eyes fixed on Wu Zuolin. "You take the brothers from the action team and secretly monitor and eavesdrop on Qiao Yu from the Second Division."

Wu Zuolin paused for a moment, then blurted out, "Qiao Yu?"

"Yes, it's him."

Zhao Heng spoke slowly, stopping short of revealing his thoughts, "As you know, I used to be Sixth Brother's adjutant."

Before leaving the mountain town, they raided a Japanese intelligence station and captured the former head of the Special Higher Police, Araki.

Wu Zuolin suddenly realized what was going on. He thought to himself that it must have been his sixth brother, Zheng Yaoxian, who discovered that Qiao Yu was a Japanese spy and then told his former adjutant, Zhao Heng.

"Your subordinate understands, please rest assured, Chief!"

The burly Wu Zuolin gave Zhao Heng a solemn military salute. "I personally led a team to infiltrate Qiao Yu's home and install a bugging device."

The next day, Zhao Heng drove around the mountain city and bought a villa in the old villa area of ​​Nanbin Road with a gold bar.

This is a three-story European-style villa with a Gothic design, featuring a pointed roof and a round tower, and the interior decoration is very exquisite.

Zhao Heng carefully inspected every room of the villa, as well as every corner, including the chandeliers, under the bed, and the telephone receiver, and only felt relieved after confirming that no one had installed listening devices.

After a relaxing bath, he finally felt completely refreshed, both physically and mentally.

Two days later, Dai Li hosted a celebration banquet for Zhao Heng.

At the banquet, Dai Li invited three core figures of the Military Intelligence Bureau: Mao Renfeng, Zheng Jiemin, and Tang Zong.

There were also a number of high-ranking Kuomintang (KMT) officials, including Zheng Yaoxian, Guan Yongshan, Fei Zhengpeng, and Li Haifeng.

During the banquet, everyone raised their glasses, drank heartily, and exchanged pleasantries.

"Congratulations, Brother Zhao." Zheng Jiemin stepped forward with a wine glass to toast Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng was secretly on guard, and quickly stood up and bowed slightly in return: "Director Zheng, you are too kind. I am just a small section chief, and I will have to rely on your guidance in the future."

Dai Li walked over with a broad smile and asked casually, "Zhao Heng, you've achieved so much at such a young age. You're truly a rising star of the Party and the nation. Are you married yet?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Heng immediately put on a polite smile, his mind racing, and replied, "Boss Dai, I was betrothed when I was young back in my hometown."

As a special agent, Zhao Heng had watched many spy dramas in his previous life, and naturally understood one principle:

When speaking to someone as shrewd and calculating as Dai Li, one must leave room for maneuver and never speak definitively.

Dai Li glanced at Zheng Jiemin beside him and then said, "Zhao Heng, now that you're a section chief, hurry up and bring your fiancée to Chongqing."

Zheng Jiemin suddenly spoke up: "Boss Dai, you previously stated that all members of the Military Intelligence Bureau were forbidden from marrying during the War of Resistance, right?"

Dai Li's face darkened, clearly showing his displeasure.

"I did say that, but Zhao Heng was a meritorious official of the party and the country. His successful assassination of Major General Mei of the agency is a different story." Dai Li suddenly changed the subject.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Heng immediately felt a sense of alarm.

He knew perfectly well that the Military Intelligence Bureau had always been accustomed to controlling people by investigating their subordinates' marital relationships, and Mao Renfeng was the most typical example.

In order to monitor and win over Mao Renfeng, Dai Li promised to marry his mistress Xiang Yingxin to him, and Mao Renfeng readily agreed in exchange for his trust.

Even after marriage, Xiang Yingxin, known as the top female agent of the Military Intelligence Bureau, still often stayed overnight at Dai Li's Shenxiandong Mansion, and Mao Renfeng always pretended not to know.

Just then, Zheng Yaoxian, with a smile on his face and holding a wine glass, stepped forward to strike up a conversation.

The organization had already devised a meticulous plan to have Zhao Heng and Zhu Yizhen feign marriage.

"Zhao Heng, you've done a great service this time!" Zheng Yaoxian raised his glass in congratulations, his joy genuine. "Come, drink this up! May you continue to serve the Party and the nation!"

Zhao Heng smiled and raised his glass in response, but secretly he was planning to find an opportunity to meet Zheng Yaoxian alone at the party.

"Sixth Brother, you flatter me. I am merely doing my bit for the Party and the country."

A glint flashed in Zhao Heng's eyes. He then leaned closer to Zheng Yaoxian, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered,

"Sixth Brother, I need to pee, I need to go to the restroom."

Zheng Yaoxian was incredibly astute and instantly understood his intention.

"Okay, go ahead." Zheng Yaoxian nodded gently, his eyes revealing a tacit understanding.

Zhao Heng turned and walked towards the restroom. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a familiar figure in the corner. It was Jiang Xin from the Secretariat of the Second Division of the Military Intelligence Bureau.

At this time, Jiang Xin had completely lost contact with the organization and was filled with fear and unease, afraid that he would be arrested by secret agents one day.

Moreover, she also learned of Yuan Nong's defection, and that Rongchang Department Store had already been sealed off by the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, with seals still affixed to the entrance.

Jiang Xin was extremely anxious and could only rely on publishing a lost and found notice in the newspaper, hoping that the organization would see it and send someone to contact her.

Zhao Heng remained calm and walked towards the restroom.

He knew in his heart that the shrewd Dai Li must have already noticed Jiangxin's idle pawn, but his stance still needed time to be ascertained.

The person chosen to identify Jiang Xin must not be himself, otherwise his identity would be easily exposed.

He planned to find an opportunity to get Bai Ling to contact Jiang Xin, to see if this top student majoring in intelligence at Moscow State University had the ability and mind for underground work.

After entering the restroom, Zhao Heng took a deep breath, quickly sorted out his thoughts, and opened the doors of each toilet stall to check. All three stalls were empty.

He quickly scanned his surroundings to make sure no one was around, then walked to the sink and turned on the tap.

A moment later, Zheng Yaoxian pretended to be drunk and staggered into the restroom.

The next second, Zheng Yaoxian instantly regained his senses, his gaze sharp as he stepped forward: "Is it safe?"

"It's safe, none of the three cubicles are occupied." Zhao Heng pretended to be nonchalant and bent down to wash his hands.

Zheng Yaoxian nodded and whispered a reminder: "Dai Li is going to transfer you from the Second Division to the First Division as acting director. You must be careful in your actions."

"Now that I've been transferred to another place, how will we keep in touch?" Zhao Heng pondered for a moment before speaking slowly, deliberately lowering his voice.

"A backup contact point has been arranged at the milk station on Yudong Road."

Starting tomorrow, I'll make a point of bringing milk to the Military Intelligence Bureau, swaggering over to the Second Division to find you and give you two bottles.