Propelled headlong into the relentless currents of history, Ji Yu finds himself transplanted to the tumultuous prelude to WWII.
Once an ordinary civil servant in his modern existence, Ji Yu i...
"Team leader, is something wrong?" The worker next to him noticed that Huang Lihui's expression was off and stopped what he was doing to ask.
This guy is Huang Lihui's assistant, Ding Jiale, a special agent at the Shanghai station.
"Something's strange!"
Huang Lihui slowly put down the phone, his eyes filled with doubt. He repeated the contents of the conversation to Ding Jiale and said, "These sentences are all nonsensical. The other party knows me, but the content is inexplicable."
Ding Jiale quickly asked, "Team leader, does that voice sound familiar? Is it one of ours?"
Huang Lihui shook his head: "No, it was a strange man's voice. I definitely haven't heard it before. What's going on?"
But Ding Jiale seemed to remember something. His eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked, "The other party is talking about Kowloon Warehouse?"
Huang Lihui nodded and said, "Yes, what's wrong?"
“There’s a Kowloon Warehouse in the International Settlement. Team leader, I came to the city relatively late. When I first entered the Shanghai International Settlement, I worked under Captain Yang. We once carried out a mission and transported a batch of munitions back from the Kowloon Warehouse in the International Settlement. The other side said, ‘Go to the Kowloon Warehouse to pick up the matches as soon as possible.’ Can the matches be understood as munitions? Is this what they’re talking about?”
Unlike key personnel like Huang Lihui, Ding Jiale was transferred from the Chongqing headquarters to the Shanghai station. When he arrived in Shanghai, Huang Lihui had already opened the department store in the city. He was transferred to the city later to work with Huang Lihui.
Huang Lihui, being in the city, only knew that the Shanghai station's munitions were supported by the Shanghai Intelligence Section, but he was not clear about the specific operations.
Upon hearing Ding Jiale's words, he was immediately astonished and hesitated before saying, "Strange! If you're right, and this is what the other party is referring to, then he must be a member of the Shanghai Intelligence Bureau. What is his true intention?"
Suddenly he frowned and muttered to himself, "To the Kowloon Warehouse? Does that mean I have to go to the foreign concessions? That I have to leave the city?"
Ding Jiale clapped his hands, suddenly realizing what was happening, and asked urgently, "Yes, that's it! He wants you to leave the city as soon as possible. Have we been exposed? Are they warning us? Yes, yes, they're afraid our phone calls are being monitored. If they notify us in plain language, the surveillance agents will immediately arrest us. So they're using coded language to warn us, team leader, we..."
"What's the panic?" Huang Lihui said sharply, looking at Ding Jiale with a stern gaze. "The other party's identity is unknown, their words are ambiguous, and the warning code is not a pre-arranged code. All of this is just our guess!"
This liaison point was not easy to set up, and we can't just give up because of a vague phone call. Besides, we haven't carried out any important missions in the past few months and have been in a period of dormancy. How could the enemy possibly find us? If we just desert our posts like this, how will we explain it to the station chief?
Besides, even if we've been exposed, since our phone calls are being monitored, we're probably already being watched. Leaving won't be so easy. Let me think about it some more.
Huang Lihui was also wavering. He was a veteran agent who had been fighting on the front lines for a long time and was quite vigilant. However, the incident happened too suddenly, and he was unable to make an accurate judgment for the time being.
Just as they were hesitating, an agent who had been listening in at a nearby surveillance point also recorded the call. He put down his headset and immediately reported to Bi Wenxiang, who had been standing guard beside him, "Section Chief, a call just came in."
After speaking, he handed over the phone record in his hand. Bi Wenxiang took the record, glanced at it, and, without giving any instructions, casually handed it back to the eavesdropper.
The people involved in this operation were all veteran Kuomintang agents with intelligence experience. Seeing that Bi Wenxiang did not speak, the monitoring officer couldn't help but remind him: "Section Chief, this call is a bit strange. Usually, most of the calls are outgoing, and very few are coming in. Moreover, this call was too short. Only a few words were spoken, and Xu Zhixing did not respond at all before hanging up."
Bi Wenxiang frowned, ignored him, and said, "I understand, continue listening!"
The reason he stayed here was to wait for this phone call, to delay his reaction time and control the situation.
"Yes!" The monitor dared not say anything more, quickly nodded in agreement, picked up the earpiece again, and continued monitoring.
Time passed slowly, and even in the darkness, someone was keeping a close eye on the department store.
A voice asked in a low voice, "Captain, ten minutes have passed, and they still show no signs of leaving. Haven't they understood the intention behind the phone call?"
Another voice rang out: "I'm afraid they'll hesitate. Even if they understand, they might still be hoping for the best. We can't wait any longer. We need to implement the contingency plan now and directly remind them to evacuate as soon as possible."
"yes!"
Soon, a figure dressed in a coarse cloth short jacket arrived at the entrance of the department store and stepped inside.
At that moment, Huang Lihui and Ding Jiale, who were sitting in the shop, were restless and hesitant. When they saw someone come in, their expressions tightened.
The newcomer was a muscular man who looked at Huang Lihui and said directly, "Shopkeeper, a pack of Hademen cigarettes and a box of matches!"
"Okay!" Huang Lihui relaxed a little when he heard that it was someone who wanted to buy something, and turned around to get cigarettes and matches.
The man took the cigarettes and matches, took out a banknote from his pocket, and instead of handing it directly to Huang Lihui, he casually placed it on the counter before turning around and leaving the shop.
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