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

A hint of approval flashed in Zheng Yaoxian's eyes as he asked softly, "Is this excuse reasonable enough?"

"I had considered this beforehand. After successfully assassinating a Japanese major general in Shanghai, I hid in the sewers for 14 days."

During that period, I was so hungry that I lost my shape, and my stomach problems suddenly flared up. In the end, I could only quench my thirst and fill my stomach by drinking dirty water from the sewer.

After returning home, I went to Kuan-Ren Hospital yesterday to see a doctor. The diagnosis was gastroenteritis, and they advised me to drink more milk every day to nourish my stomach and protect my stomach lining.

Zhao Heng looked serious, and his figure was much thinner than before.

Looking at Zhao Heng in the mirror, Zheng Yaoxian couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

"Zhao Heng, you've suffered."

"It's nothing. Revolution is never easy, and sacrifice is commonplace."

"Just remember the contact point for the milk station." Zhao Heng forced a bitter smile.

Zheng Yaoxian nodded silently, a determined glint in his eyes: "I've got it. Once you've delivered the milk to me, I'll find an opportunity to order it myself. At that time, the Military Intelligence Bureau won't have any suspicions."

Zhao Heng turned and walked to the bathroom door, his back to Zheng Yaoxian, and said, "Old Zheng, no matter what happens, you must stay calm and never act rashly."

After saying that, he reached out and pushed open the door, then walked out of the bathroom.

That night, Zhao Heng drove his Dodge sedan back to his old house on Nanbin Road.

The car headlights pierced the thick darkness of the night, illuminating the withered leaves in front of the door.

Upon returning home, the first thing Zhao Heng did was put on white gloves and conduct a thorough inspection of the living room, bedroom, chandelier, kitchen, sofa, and hand-cranked telephone.

He breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that no listening devices were found.

He knew very well that, being infiltrated in the enemy's core area, he had to be extremely cautious and could not afford to be careless in the slightest.

Zhao Heng went to the study, closed the door, and took out a miniature radio from the system space.

He turned on the radio, extended the antenna, put on his headphones to adjust the frequency, and lightly touched the knob with his finger, hearing a faint electrical sound in his ear.

As the Morse code and frequency gradually became clearer, Zhao Heng began sending telegrams to the sacred land in northern Shaanxi.

The sacred land of northern Shaanxi, the Special Branch Telecommunications Office.

Upon receiving the telegram, the duty officer immediately began decoding it, taking out the latest codebook and translating it word by word.

[Urgent! Dai Li has become suspicious of my marital status. I lied and claimed that I was betrothed since childhood in my hometown. I earnestly request your assistance in selecting a female comrade to pretend to be my husband. Lonely Shadow]

The clerk on duty at the telecommunications office frowned and immediately handed the translated telegram to the director.

Upon seeing the telegram from Guying, the section chief did not hesitate. He took the telegram and quickly ran to a cave dwelling, waking up Minister Ke, who had just fallen asleep.

Minister of Works received the telegram, frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then quickly got up and put on his military uniform.

"Immediately select a candidate for me. She must have a background in the Kuomintang-controlled areas, preferably a young lady from a wealthy capitalist family, and already a member of my underground party."

Minister Ke paced back and forth in the room, pondering a suitable candidate, when suddenly he stopped, his eyes lighting up:

"I've got it! Zhu Yizhen! She comes from a wealthy capitalist family and has enough connections to cover her up in the Kuomintang-controlled areas."

Her father, Zhu Xiaoxian, was a well-known banker who could reach Kong Xiangxi with a single phone call.

It should be noted that the Kong family was one of the four great families, with immense wealth, and could be considered the Chairman's money bag.

With this connection, Zhao Heng had a powerful backer within the Kuomintang.

Moreover, she is intelligent, decisive, and possesses extensive experience in underground work. As a liaison for the underground municipal committee in Shanghai, she perfectly meets the requirements of this mission.

Soon, Zhu Yizhen, who was in the French Concession of Shanghai, received an urgent telegram from northern Shaanxi.

Upon learning that she would have to pretend to be Zhao Heng's wife to avoid Dai Li's suspicions, she accepted the task without hesitation.

Fisherman Ji Zhongyuan solemnly instructed Zhu Yizhen: "Yizhen, Zhao Heng is the highest-ranking person our underground party has planted in the mountain city."

"The secret report from the Holy Land is written very clearly. You must remember it well. You and he have been betrothed since childhood."

Zhu Yizhen replied calmly, "Old Ji, I've got it in mind. Since it's an arrangement by the organization, I will do my utmost to complete this task."

Ji Zhongyuan's tone softened slightly, and he added, "I have more good news for you. Zhao Heng not only eliminated the head of the Mei Agency, Ying Zuozhenzhao, but Chen Moqun also died at his hands."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yizhen subconsciously stood up, a joyful smile spreading across her face: "This is truly gratifying, Lao Ji! I almost lost my life to Chen Moqun's gun back then."

This news warmed her heart and made her feel a sense of goodwill towards Zhao Heng, a comrade she had never met.

Ji Zhongyuan nodded: "This is absolutely true. It has been published in the Shancheng Daily."

Nowadays, the Japanese regard him as a thorn in their side and wish they could get rid of him immediately.

Your primary task during your trip to Shanghai, where you will be posing as Zhao Heng's wife, is to ensure his safety.

Zhu Yizhen was well aware of the importance of the mission and the many hidden dangers, but for the sake of the revolutionary cause, she was willing to step forward.

Afterwards, Zhu Yizhen immediately began preparations, carefully selecting clothes and jewelry that suited her status, dressing herself up as a gentle, dignified, and elegant lady from a prominent family.

At the same time, she also carefully learned about Zhao Heng's basic situation and living habits to ensure that the two of them could act convincingly as husband and wife without revealing any flaws.

On the other hand, Luo Lizhong of the Military Intelligence Bureau was known for using gifts to curry favor and also taking advantage of recruitment to skim off commissions and line his own pockets.

The next morning, Zhao Heng swaggered into the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters carrying six bottles of milk, heading straight for the Second Division. His first stop was the Second Division's Telecommunications Section.

When Gu Yufei saw Zhao Heng arrive, a hint of joy flashed in her eyes, and a hearty smile appeared on her face: "Congratulations, Director Zhao, you are now a great hero of the Party and the country."

"Section Chief Gu is too kind."

Zhao Heng responded casually, then added seemingly casually, "By the way, I went to the hospital for a checkup yesterday."

The doctor said I have gastroenteritis and advised me to drink more milk. You haven't had breakfast yet, have you? I'll treat you.

As he spoke, he casually picked up a bottle of milk and handed it to Gu Yufei, but secretly hid a small note in his palm.

Gu Yu, a shrewd and well-trained agent, calmly accepted the offer: "That's wonderful, thank you, Director Zhao."

Zhao Heng exchanged a few more pleasantries with her, then turned and left, heading towards his sixth brother Zheng Yaoxian's office.

Gu Yufei took the milk back to the section chief's office, calmly closed the door, sat on the leather sofa, slowly unfolded the small note in her palm, and after reading it for a few seconds, a thoughtful expression appeared on her face.

The note contained only one line: "Tonight at midnight, the 12th old villa on Nanbin Road."

She memorized the address, got up, walked to her desk, picked up a lighter, and burned the note to ashes on the spot.

Why did Guying invite her to Nanbin Road?

Could that be their new contact point?