Bian Deshou's words greatly disappointed Ning Zhiheng. He had oversimplified the matter. It was impossible to find the radio station's exact location in a short time through telecommunications. He didn't want to make a big fuss like Yu Cheng had; he didn't have the patience or the time.

"Alright, then I won't trouble you any further, Team Leader Bian. I'll ask you for advice again if I need anything in the future."

Ning Zhiheng politely saw Bian Deshou off and returned to his desk. He picked up the portrait in his hand and began to ponder. He had originally planned to take a two-pronged approach, starting with both radio signals and portraits, which would reduce the scope of the investigation and speed up the process. However, his plan had now fallen through.

It seems we still have to start with the portrait. We can only use the method of finding people by looking up the picture. However, the concept of "near Yanliaofang" is too general and vague. The surrounding neighborhoods have a population of nearly 20,000. This workload is too huge. It seems to be another big project.

Moreover, it will take a lot of time and be difficult to keep secret. It is easy to alert the target during the investigation, and if the opponent is vigilant enough, the result will not be optimistic.

However, there was no better way at the moment, so he had to take action. He picked up the phone and called a meeting of all the officers in the action team to begin assigning specific search and capture tasks.

Military orders are absolute, and soon all twelve officers of the fourth action group were in place, waiting for Ning Zhiheng's instructions in the conference room.

Ning Zhiheng arrived at the conference room last. He sat down in the main seat, looked at his officers, and began to explain the background and details of the mission.

In conclusion, he said, "Our task this time is very difficult. We need to find this carrier pigeon as quickly as possible in the vast sea of ​​people."

At this point, he took out Huang Zhongxin's portrait and showed it to everyone, then said, "This person is Huang Zhongxin, 36 years old, and his occupation is company employee. Of course, this information is definitely fake, and his current disguised identity must have changed."

However, his appearance will not change much. According to his neighbors, he is about 1.7 meters tall, thin, usually likes to wear suits, speaks with a Beijing accent, walks with his toes slightly turned out, and has mild asthma.

The radio waves were last seen near the paint shop, which means that his current hiding place is here. However, this area is densely populated, with about 10,000 to 20,000 people in the surrounding area. It will be quite difficult for us to search and capture him in this area.

First, I will use the old method: notify the local police station to cooperate and mobilize enough police force to announce that a population check is being conducted, and carry out a thorough search of every household here.

Our team will be divided into twelve groups, with each officer leading one group. All officers will change into police uniforms and blend in with the police to conduct separate checks to avoid alerting the target. You must know that he is a trained Japanese spy, much more astute than ordinary people. As long as we find anyone who meets the criteria, we will arrest them all, and then conduct a comprehensive screening.

This portrait I have will be photographed, and every team member will receive a copy so they can memorize his appearance. This is another large-scale manhunt, and everyone must be dutiful, vigilant, and not negligent; otherwise, they will be severely punished.

"Yes!" everyone answered in unison.

The next morning, the logistics department delivered police uniforms, and the entire action team changed into them.

Ning Zhiheng led his team to the local police station in Yanliaofang, where the police chief, who had already been notified of the cooperation, waited respectfully.

With all preparations complete, Ning Zhiheng gave no further words, and the entire police station was mobilized. The action team members infiltrated the area and began investigating the four blocks near the paint shop.

This is the advantage of being on home turf. Ning Zhiheng doesn't even need to lift a finger. He has plenty of capable people under his command and can also access a multitude of other resources. As long as it's beneficial to solving the case, he can act boldly.

In Nanjing, he was the cat, and the Japanese spy was the mouse. He was the hunter who took the initiative, while the Japanese spy was the prey waiting to be caught. This was the opposite of the situation in the Japanese-occupied area of ​​Shanghai.

Conducting a survey of tens of thousands of people is no small undertaking, and although the team has been divided into several groups, it will still take a considerable amount of time.

Time passed quickly, and the investigation lasted a full day. By 4 p.m., the target, Huang Zhongxin, had still not been found.

Meanwhile, in an apartment, Takayuki Nishihara was anxiously looking out the window. As a seasoned veteran agent with keen senses, he had naturally been alerted by such a large-scale population check.

He had been hiding in Xiangling Lane near Zhonghua Gate for two years, but he never expected that Chinese agents would find him without his knowledge. If the Special Higher Police Headquarters hadn't reacted quickly and notified him in time, he would have been arrested by Chinese agents during that big search.

He then moved to hide near Black Corridor Street and continued to lead the Black Ice intelligence group. However, less than a few months later, the situation in Nanjing changed dramatically.

Other intelligence groups were destroyed one after another, and spies who had been lying in wait for many years fell into the hands of Chinese intelligence agencies and were almost wiped out. The situation on the entire intelligence front deteriorated rapidly until three months ago when I received orders from headquarters to cease all activities.

Upon receiving the order, Nishihara Takayuki immediately ceased all intelligence activities and carefully changed his hiding place, moving to an apartment near the more densely populated paint shop.

Three months passed peacefully, and just seven days ago, they finally received orders from the Shanghai Special Higher Police Headquarters to restart the Black Ice intelligence team and begin collecting all intelligence about the Nanjing government of China.

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