Of course, Chen Chen would not give Everett an education class. When he said that, it was his foresight; but before things happened, would others have to be sure of it?

In addition to being transferred, Everett also revealed that the Police Department may promote Chen Chen to be a Chinese inspector.

Chen Chen no longer cared about this. Anyway, he was about to leave, and no matter how high his official position was, it would not be attractive to him.

"A few more years, I may go to East India of Dutch and buy a farm or a rubber plantation." Everett touched the mustache on his lips, feeling very moved and longing, "Dessa went to Balibaban and was preparing to develop the oil field."

"As for oil fields, that's a big deal." Chen Chen smiled, but no longer said that the Japanese might have defeated there.

"Borneo is a good choice, but labor issues still require some brains." Jennifer didn't drink much, but her face was flushed. She kindly reminded: "The local natives are not good. If you want to hire Chinese, you must deal with local Chinese communities. They are organized and have conflicts with each other. Of course, these can be solved and are not too much trouble."

Everett agreed, saying, "It's too early to say this now, who knows what it will become in the future?"

Jennifer and Cao Yixin walked aside, wondering what they were saying, and burst into laughter from time to time.

"Chen, are you willing to join an organization, led by the British, prepared to deal with emergencies..." Everett told Chen Chen a little obscurely.

Shortly after the Great Retreat of Dunkirk and the Fall of France, the British Secret Service was established.

Churchill desperately told the world that even if Britain could not attack the Nazi-occupied Europe in full swing, it still had an important military role.

So he issued a famous order: "Let Europe ignite a fire!"

The Secret Service aims to cooperate with resistance organizations in enemy-occupied areas to conduct underground activities, and the United Kingdom provides weapons, ammunition, technical assistance, personnel training and military advisers to these resistance organizations.

Although the Secret Service did not realize Churchill's full wish, it still played an important role. Especially at the end of the war, it motivated and assisted many resistance organizations, and the effect was particularly obvious in countries such as France, Poland and Yugoslavia.

As early as a year before the Pearl Harbor incident, British senior officials made the decision to establish the Far East branch of the Secret Service Department in preparation for the sudden war.

Secret Service official Jones was ordered to plan "Operation East" - the code name of the Far East branch, with its headquarters in Singapore.

After Jones took office, he immediately began to establish a regional organization. Moreover, he received instructions to appoint a "top leader" in Shanghai to be responsible for the entire North China region.

According to Jones' plan, the top leader is not allowed to contact the agents. He should have multiple second-in-commendations, preferably the British, so that they can contact Russia, Japan, China and general contacts.

Each second-in-command has no idea what the other second-in-commands are doing. If possible, these second-in-commands would be better off having deputys from neutral countries. In this way, even if Japan occupied North China, they could continue to carry out their mission.

The top leader of Shanghai's "Oriental Operation" is Valentine, who is the former vice president of Bonemenyangketone and has served as a director in the Industrial Department.

Obviously, although Valentine was a successful businessman, she lacked the keen sense of sensation, the ability to cut the mess quickly, and the ability to motivate subordinates in this position.

It is precisely because of lack of experience, lack of resources, and because of the constraints of conflicts between different British military, diplomatic and intelligence agencies that Valentine is often at a loss.

However, Valentine successfully established grassroots organizations in Shanghai, including wine merchant Gander, United Life Insurance Manager George, businessman Kenneth, stockbroker Edward and former deputy director of the Concession Police Clark.

Judging from the composition of these personnel, it shows how naive the early overseas activities in the UK were. The members of the Shanghai group were all eye-catching British people. How could they carry out activities after the Japanese occupation?

Jones was quite dissatisfied with Valentine's work and clearly stated in his instructions that only by "training and utilizing Asian agents" can there be substantial improvements.

In fact, after the outbreak of the European War, German companies of all sizes in Shanghai became the most accessible target of destruction for the British.

After Italy joined the war, their economic, military and maritime facilities in Shanghai also became the targets that Britain prepared to take action.

But the Shanghai branch of Oriental Action did not take action, and the concept of "neutral" zone in the public concession bound them.

Furthermore, Britain's interests in Shanghai are so huge. The biggest loser in any underground war may be the British themselves. What's more, Britain has adopted an appeasement policy in its diplomacy against Japan.

After listening to Everett's story, although it was not very detailed, Shen Chen also felt that this "Oriental Action" would not have any effect.

But Shen Chen did not refuse at all, because in his opinion, he might be able to obtain weapons and ammunition assistance from this branch in the future.

Everett did not force his attitude towards Shen Chen. Moreover, his transfer to Tianjin was also due to the secret intelligence work.

After the matter was over, the battle in Fangcheng was next.

Listening to the somewhat crappy professional terms such as "touch", "eating", "bar", and "hu", Shen Chen found it quite interesting. You said that you are a foreigner and want to compete with the Chinese on national quintessence, but you really don't know that the world is high.

It is naturally a joke to play all night. After eight rounds, Cao Yixin and Jennifer yawned, and the game of Chinese and foreign mahjong confrontation was over.

When they returned to Cao Yixin's house, the two of them washed up and went to bed to rest. After the intimacy and exercise before going to bed, Shen Chen told Cao Yixin about the task of going to Hong Kong while the clouds and rains were taking a break.

"I don't have the ability or connections when I change someone." Shen Chen touched Cao Yixin's hair and said slowly: "I've been to Hong Kong this time, so don't come back!"

Cao Yixin lay on Shen Chen's chest like a kitten, and asked slightly, "What about you, send me away, can you go find another little girl?"

Shen Chen smiled and said, "I want to leave here too, the arrangements are almost done."

Cao Yixin thought for a while and said, "I don't have the final say whether to come back or not."

"I have to obey the organization's orders again, right?" Shen Chen pursed his lips and said, "After you arrive in Hong Kong, I will make a noise here to let the Japanese know that you are a Chongqing agent. In this way, you will not be sent back."

"Then when will you go to Hong Kong, I'll wait for you." Cao Yixin said expectantly: "Or, where are you going, I'll follow you."

Shen Chen didn't know how he would leave, nor did he know what would happen even if he met again in the future.

"I can't say exactly when it is, it's always within one or two months!" Chen Chen said ambiguously: "If you contact me then, you can give me a mailing address. Telegrams and letters are fine."

"Okay!" Cao Yixin reached out and touched Chen Chen's face, and smiled, "You are not allowed to let go of other pigeons. Otherwise, I can't spare you."

Chen Chen stroked Cao Yixin's shoulders, smiled as usual, but guilt and bitterness arose in his heart.

…………………

Really leaving!

After Chen Chen got the jade pendant and hung it on his chest, the feeling became stronger and stronger.

But no matter how you go, Chen Chen has already decided on the plan and will not give up halfway.

The main blow first fell on the Black Dragon Society.

"Crash!" A basin of cold water poured on Kameda's head.

After a snorting, Kameda slowly woke up, but the anesthetic used by Chen Chen was very effective. He was dizzy and weak, and the sound outside seemed to come from a very distant horizon.

A severe pain came from his waist and ribs. Kameda groaned in pain and curled up. His hands and feet were locked in handcuffs, and he could only lie on the cold ground.

Then several more blows were blown, and he was also hit on his face and bleeding from his nose.

After beating Kameda hard, Dogzi smiled lightly and said, "Damn Japanese devils, like a mangy dog."

Chen Chen walked over, looked at the groggy Kameda lying on the ground with his arms around, smiled coldly, turned to the dog and said, "Have he checked his belongings?"

"I have searched my body, and the box has not yet." Gouzi pointed to the iron box next to him and said, "I want to wake him up first, and then--"

"How many hours have you been?" Chen Chen narrowed his eyes and stepped heavily on Kameda's head with his feet.

"It's almost two hours." Gouzi replied.

"This anesthetic is very effective, and it can even make the lion and tiger sleep for more than two hours." Chen Chen slowly retracted his foot and kicked Kameda in the stomach. He watched Kameda curl up into a shrimp-shaped shape and raised the corners of his mouth with contempt.

"As for this Japanese ghost, I have to stay for a while before I can fully wake up and answer our questions."

Gouzi opened Kameda's iron box and searched the things inside. Several clothes were thrown on the ground. Then he raised his head and said to Chen Chen with some disappointment: "Master, no valuable items were found. It seems that he did not carry the important things with him."

Chen Chen nodded without showing a particularly disappointed expression and said, "It seems that he is a little smart, but it depends on whether his mouth is tight enough."

The dog chuckled and said viciously: "Let us serve him later. Even if he has a copper-toothed iron mouth, he will speak."

Chen Chen also laughed and said, "Then let's see you later."

Interrogation and forced confession are also a science. How to obtain useful information at the fastest speed is of course one of the must-learn courses for agents.

The sound gradually faded away, and the surroundings became quiet. Kameda, who was thought by Chen Chen, slowly opened a crack in his eyes.

Although the strong dizziness hit his mind from time to time, the pain of being beaten made his mind slowly concentrate. He raised his will, gritted his teeth, and tried his best to make his mind clear.

As sweat beads continued to flow out of the pores, the medicinal power of the anesthetic was slowly evaporating, and Kameda felt dizzy gradually decreased. He successfully offset the effect of the anesthetic, but also consumed a lot of physical strength.

But Kameda knew that he had no time to rest. He tried his best and rolled on the cold ground a few times, came to the iron box, panting hard, and he slowly sat up.

His hands were handcuffed behind his back by two pairs of handcuffs. Although he did not know the legendary bone shrinking magic skill, his joints could be stretched and turned.

The thin interlayer of the box was opened. With the touch of his fingers, Kameda picked a pointed hook-shaped tool, groped and inserted it into the keyhole of the handcuffs...

His hands were free, and Kameda poked the handcuffs on his feet again. These simple actions made him feel extremely tired.

He knew that in this state it was not suitable to fight against the enemy, and he could only kill those enemies unexpectedly.

Damn Chinese, which organization is from? How could he not be able to get along with himself?

Kameda moved to the corner of the wall, leaned down and sat down, put all the handcuffs on his hands and feet empty-handedly, placed the dagger behind him, adjusted his breathing evenly, and slowly recovered his strength.

This is a basement of more than 20 square meters. Yes, it is just a basement, not a professional interrogation room.

There were no creepy torture instruments, and there were wooden boxes piled up against the wall on the other side, and I didn’t know what was contained inside.

Bagayalu, dare to hit me, Kameda's mouth curled up, and a cold light shot out of his eyes.

He had forgotten how cruelly tortured the prisoners that fell into his hands in the past, and he felt that it was the first time he had suffered such a big loss.

As his head continued to wake up, he had figured out the reason for his missed capture. As the eyes and ears of the Black Dragon Association in the French Concession, he might have acted a little arrogantly.

With a bang, the door was opened, and then the footsteps on the stairs sounded. Kameda narrowed his eyes and lay on the ground with his head tilted, pretending to be still sleeping.

Shen Chen and Gouzi walked in, and Gouzi was carrying a small stove and a bucket of water in his hand.

"This guy is sleeping so hard!" Shen Chen glanced at Kameda lying on the ground with disdain, walked over, suddenly his eyes were sharp, and he kicked Kameda in the head.

Kameda was still waiting for his opponent to approach and relaxed his guard. Unexpectedly, he kicked him out of nowhere.

When Kameda was awakened by cold water, he opened his eyes and saw that Shen Chen had opened the interlayer of the box and all the things inside were put out.

The dog was packing the stove. When he saw Kameda open his eyes, he smiled and poked the tongs, and the charcoal fire turned red.

"It's very convenient to use this. The sizzling aroma of barbecue fills the air. The Japanese ghost will scream and ask and answer ten times. Or pour water and half a bucket of water down, and he will even say it to his ancestors for eight generations." Shen Chen just looked up and lowered his head.

Kameda knew that he had been fooled for a while, and struggled hard, and found that his hands and feet were locked firmly.

The dog came over and without pity, the burned red fire tongs were branded on Kameda's back, thighs, and chest, and left at a moment's touch. It made him feel unbearable pain and did not cause him to fall into a coma again.

Kameda was so painful that it was sometimes curled up like a shrimp, sometimes kicking his feet, like a drowning rat waiting to die. His mouth kept making a change of pain, low and miserable.
Chapter completed!