However, there are still regrets:

After the three-timer's orders were repeatedly strict, he strictly prohibited Kentaro Miyazaki from reading red related books!

...

Before getting off work, Su Zhe met "Mr. Xiao Cheng" in the corridor unexpectedly. The two of them exchanged greetings for a moment without laughing.

After going down the stairs and coming to the yard, Su Zhe finally couldn't help but spit out and cursed.

Then all this was looked at by Mr. Xiao Cheng who was standing at the window. Mr. Xiao Cheng opened the window and poured a basin of water directly.

It was a pity that Su Zhe was so cold that he was soaked in a drool.

"Assistant Su, why are you below? Sorry, sorry." "Mr. Xiao Cheng" quickly apologized.

The police officers wanted to laugh, but they didn't dare to offend Assistant Su.

Su Zhe was even more angry, but he didn't dare to get angry at the "Mr. Xiao Cheng" who had already expressed his apology, and stomped his feet away in anger.

Looking at Su Zhe's back as he left, Cheng Qianfan sneered. This scene happened to be seen by some policemen, all pretending not to see it and dared not say anything.

One hour later.

When night comes in this most prosperous metropolis in the Far East, Su Zhe, who had changed into clothes, found a remote public telephone booth.

He looked around vigilantly.

There was no one else except for a little beggar who was trembling with cold not far away.

Su Zhe frowned. Although he was just a little beggar, there should be no danger. However, out of caution, he still wanted to change the place and call.

However, this public telephone booth is already the quietest nearby.

The most important thing is that Su Zhe raised his wrist and looked at the time. It was only three minutes away from the agreed call time, and he had no time to go to the next public telephone booth.

Su Zhe finally chose to take out a cigarette from his pocket, lit the cigarette, took two puffs, calculated the time, cited the phone coins, and asked for a phone call.

About two minutes later, Su Zhe hung up the microphone, looked around, pressed his cap, and quickly left.

...

Less than a quarter of an hour after Su Zhe left, a man with a scarf with his neck and half of his face also came to call in a foreign car.

He entered the phone booth and pretended to be a coin, but in the end he threw nothing into it.

The little beggar who was trembling with coldness had already arrived at the telephone booth to hide from the wind and cold.

The man who was about to call looked at the little beggar and frowned slightly, as if he had cursed something.

The little beggar was so scared that he trembled, turned his body over and hid in a corner.

"Where are guns and ammunition hidden?" Lu Xingge asked in a low voice, pretending to be on the phone.

"Director Lin has already made arrangements." The little beggar immediately said the address.

Lu Xingge nodded.

Director Lin is Lin Zhijian, who is responsible for the storage of guns and ammunition in the Shanghai District of the Military Control Commission.

Previously, Lu Xingge asked Wang Yingmu for guns and ammunition, but Wang Yingmu called Lin Zhijian over. The man patted his chest and promised to give as much as he wanted.

After getting the address of the buried gun, Lu Xingge was about to hang up the phone and leave.

I saw the "little beggar" trying to speak but stopped.

"If you have something to say, you don't have time to delay." Lu Xingge said directly.

"I just called someone." said the 'little beggar'.

Lu Xingge did not speak, signaling his subordinates to continue saying that he knew his subordinates because they were dwarfs and had been pretending to be a child and would not attract attention. Because of this cover, they could often find important information.

"That person spoke Japanese." said the 'little beggar'.

"Hmm?!" Lu Xingge's expression became serious.

This place is relatively remote, and most people don’t come to call here. Most people should avoid suspicion for some reason. People who don’t want to attract attention will come to call here, such as men who know lovers, women steal men, or people like them who are engaged in secret work or have secret identities.

A person who came here to make a phone call and spoke Japanese, then the identity of this person seemed to be obvious.

...

At the same time, the French Concession Special Party Group held an extraordinary emergency group meeting.

Participants:

Comrade ‘Fire’.

Comrade ‘Piano’.

Comrade ‘Flying Fish’.

"What? You said Zhang Ping and Zhao Shuli might be our people?" Lu Dazhang exclaimed.

Lao Huang also suddenly looked at Comrade "Flame".

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