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One day later.

Shanghai.

In the courtyard behind Rongji Grocery Store.

Liu Ping sat beside the stone table, with an open book in front of him.

But his gaze did not fall on the pages of the book.

He has been holding this position for a long time.

After the commotion outside subsided yesterday afternoon.

He didn't go out, as if he was waiting for something, or as if he was digesting something.

A few car horns occasionally sounded from the street in the distance, but quickly disappeared.

Liu Ping listened intently for a while.

Only after confirming that the sound wasn't coming from this alley did I relax my shoulders again.

He was thinking about yesterday.

Although he didn't see it with his own eyes.

But he could sense how intense something had happened at that moment.

The chaos that was coming from the direction of the Japanese concession.

The tension and panic that quickly spread throughout the city, the hurried footsteps coming from all directions.

Having worked underground for many years, he has an extremely keen sense of changes in the city's atmosphere.

What happened yesterday afternoon was no ordinary event.

It could restore a certain degree of calm to the entire city of Shanghai overnight.

This indicates that the Japanese blockade had covered the entire area.

Liu Ping reached for the water glass on the table and slowly took a sip.

Then he put down his cup and said softly.

"Commander Zhou, you've really been hiding your true abilities."

His voice was very low, so low that only he could hear it.

The new line he established had a radio station, so it had to go through Lao Shen.

Before sending the telegram, Liu Ping wrote down the contents on a piece of paper.

He pondered for nearly fifteen minutes before finally writing down these words.

"A serious incident occurred yesterday at the main gate of the East China Expeditionary Army Headquarters."

"Two general-level targets were precisely eliminated from a distance in front of the command post."

"This person is the same one involved in the Taiyuan assassination."

He did not write Zhou Tianyang's name, nor did he write the Second New Regiment or the 386th Brigade.

The words "Eighth Route Army" were not even written on it.

He wrote code words that only senior executives at headquarters could understand.

Anyone who sees this telegram, as long as they know the inside story of the Taiyuan incident, will understand.

You'll immediately understand that the Shanghai incident was also orchestrated by the same person.

If the telegram is intercepted, the Japanese will decipher its contents.

It is also impossible to directly pinpoint specific individuals or units from these words.

Liu Ping looked at it again and confirmed that there were no problems.

Then, they arrived at Lao Shen's residence.

Old Shen took the note, didn't ask any more questions, and simply nodded.

He walked to the inconspicuous radio in the corner of the room, sat down, put on his headphones, and began to tune the frequency.

The key made a crisp ticking sound, echoing in the quiet room.

Liu Ping stood aside, watching Lao Shen's fingers dance across the keypad.

A few minutes later, Lao Shen took off his headphones, turned around and nodded at him.

"All sent."

Liu Ping didn't say anything more, he just nodded.

Then he turned and walked out of the house, returning to his own yard.

He sat down again on the stone bench, picked up the book he hadn't read yet, and finally turned to the first page.

All that's left is to wait for a response from headquarters.

at the same time.

Wuhan.

Luojia Mountain, Dai Li's office.

Dai Li sat behind his desk, holding a top-secret telegram that had just been sent from the Shanghai station, which he had already read three times.

The telegram was short, containing only a few lines.

"A serious shooting incident occurred at the main gate of the East China Expeditionary Army Headquarters yesterday afternoon."

"Two Japanese generals were sniped at long range in front of the headquarters and died on the spot."

"The on-site investigation is ongoing, and more details will be provided later."

Dai Li's gaze lingered on those two lines of text for a long time.

He then gently placed the telegram on the table, but did not immediately look away.

He remained silent for a moment, as if to confirm that what he had just read was correct.

"Another long-range sniper kill."

He repeated those words in a low voice, his tone carrying an indescribable meaning.

There was surprise, but also a subtle sense of unease.

"Last time it was at Taiyuan Guangshe Airport, with a Japanese lieutenant general."

"This time it's the Shanghai East China Expeditionary Army Headquarters, with a Japanese lieutenant general and a major general."

"The method is almost exactly the same: precise long-range shooting, killing with a single shot."

"Kill and leave, without leaving a trace."

Dai Li tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

He stood up and walked a few steps around the office.

Then I stopped and looked out the window at the lush green Luojia Mountain.

His brows were slightly furrowed, and his mind was racing.

First it was Kiyoshi Katsuki, and then these two people in today's telegram.

If the Taiyuan incident could be explained as an isolated assassination attempt...

This time in Shanghai, the nature of the matter has been completely changed.

An individual or organization capable of carrying out such precise assassinations within the core area controlled by the Japanese army.

Its danger level and strategic value can no longer be viewed from an ordinary perspective.

Dai Li turned around, walked back to the table, picked up the telegram, and read it again.

Then he picked up the phone on the table and cranked the handle.

"Connect me to the secretary's office, Secretary Lin."

"Yes."

A moment later, Secretary Lin's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Yu Nong, what's up?"

"Secretary Lin, I have an emergency and need to see the Chairman immediately."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Come here now, I'll go and inform them."

Dai Li put down the phone, picked up the telegram, and strode out of the office.

He walked through the corridor, down the stairs, and arrived at the floor where the chairman's office was located.

Secretary Lin was already waiting at the door.

"The chairman lets you in."

Dai Li nodded, walked to the door, and knocked lightly on the door twice.

"Come in."

He pushed open the door and went inside.

The chairman was sitting behind his desk, holding a cup of tea, his gaze fixed on the document on the table.

Seeing Dai Li enter, he put down his teacup and leaned back in his chair.

"Yu Nong, what's up?"

Dai Li walked to the desk, stood at attention, and handed over the telegram with both hands.

"Principal, we have just received urgent intelligence from Shanghai."

The Chairman's gaze lingered on the telegram for a moment before he reached out and took it.

He looked down at it.

The telegram was very short, only seven or eight lines long.

The chairman's gaze lingered on the first line for a moment, then continued reading.

His brow furrowed slightly.

After reading it once, he read it a second time from beginning to end, then put down the telegram and looked at Dai Li's face.

His voice was calm, but Dai Li could hear what was pressing beneath that calmness.

"Two more generals?"

"One lieutenant general, one major general?"

"At the main gate of the East China Expeditionary Army Headquarters?"

"Yes, Principal, the information is highly reliable."

The Chairman did not speak. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the telegram on the table, and remained silent for a long time.