Ning Zhiheng's concealed identity is highly classified. Currently, only two directors at the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters know about it, not even his deputy Wei Liangbi. However, this time, Sun Jiacheng and Tan Jinhui came to Hong Kong to exchange identities with Ning Zhiheng, and the inside story must be explained clearly. It can no longer be hidden from them, so Ning Zhiheng is now revealing the matter.

Sun Jiacheng and Tan Jinhui were unaware of the illustrious status that the name Fujiwara Tomohito represented, so they were not overly surprised. However, they knew that this identity must be extraordinary, otherwise the Director would not have entrusted it to them so seriously and solemnly.

Ning Zhiheng took out a file bag and handed it to Sun Jiacheng, saying, "This contains some information about Fujiwara Tomohito. You should memorize it as soon as possible and then destroy the document. Also, while in Hong Kong, just like in Chongqing, occasionally make public appearances, but otherwise keep a low profile and do not have any contact with anyone."

Sun Jiacheng quickly took the file bag and nodded in agreement.

Ning Zhiheng looked at Tan Jinhui again and continued, "Your hair is shorter than mine now. You'll have to grow it out to the length of mine. Until then, you can't show your face. Also, I told you before that I was going to have you learn Kansai-accented Japanese. How's your learning going?"

Six months ago, Ning Zhiheng sent a telegram to Tan Jinhui, instructing him to learn Japanese as soon as possible so that Tan could take over his identity at a critical moment. Now, the opportunity has finally come in handy.

Sun Jiacheng quickly said, "We have selected the best Japanese teacher. Jinhui has also studied very hard in the past six months, but the time is a bit short. He is still unfamiliar with spoken Japanese, but I will urge him to speed up his learning progress."

Tan Jinhui then realized why he had sought someone to teach him Japanese; it turned out that the section chief had this other identity. However, his learning ability was far inferior to Ning Zhiheng's, and he had not made much progress so far.

At this moment, Ning Zhiheng suddenly asked Tan Jinhui in standard Kansai-accented Japanese, "Answer me in Japanese, how long do you think it will take you to master Japanese fluently?"

After hearing this, Tan Jinhui hesitated for a moment before he could barely understand Ning Zhiheng's meaning. He smiled wryly and replied in broken Kansai-accented Japanese, "It will probably take about a year. I will try my best to finish it as soon as possible!"

Ning Zhiheng frowned upon hearing Tan Jinhui's Japanese. He knew his own learning experience was unique, but Tan Jinhui's performance did indeed leave him somewhat dissatisfied.

Ning Zhiheng knew that he couldn't expect Tan Jinhui to perform well this time, so he turned to Sun Jiacheng and instructed him: "Remember, just let him show his face briefly, and don't let him communicate with anyone. Fortunately, this is Hong Kong, where people are more hostile towards Japanese people, so your social circles won't be very large. Don't worry about anything else right now; learning Japanese as soon as possible is the most important thing."

"yes!"

"yes!"

Sun Jiacheng and Tan Jinhui nodded in agreement.

Finally, Ning Zhiheng took out paper and pen, ready to take notes, and said to them, "Now, you will give me a detailed account of your situation in Chongqing over the past year, including what activities you have participated in, what tasks you have carried out, what people you have come into contact with, etc. We will now switch roles!"

Ning Zhiheng had been having a detailed conversation with the two men in the villa, asking them questions from time to time. He didn't even have time to eat dinner until Shen Xiang appeared and informed him that everything was arranged and the plane was ready to take off at any time.

"Chief, I have already sent a telegram back to headquarters. They will be ready to receive you. You can set off at any time!"

Ning Zhiheng checked the time; it was already late at night. He put down his pen and paper and said, "Then let's not delay any longer, let's set off now!"

"yes!"

The car was already waiting outside. Ning Zhiheng shook hands with Sun Jiacheng and Tan Jinhui briefly to say goodbye, then left the villa, got into the car, and drove to the airport.

Inside the car, Ning Zhiheng gave Shen Xiang some important instructions and told him to keep Tan Jinhui a secret.

The car arrived at the airport, where a military special plane was quietly parked on the tarmac. Ning Zhiheng did not delay at all, waved goodbye to Shen Xiang, boarded the plane, and disappeared into the deep night sky under Shen Xiang's watchful gaze.

Flying at night is a true test of a pilot's skills. In this era, airplanes don't have many high-tech instruments, and often the safety of an aircraft depends entirely on the pilot's own abilities, or even luck.

Fortunately, the flight went relatively smoothly. The Military Intelligence Bureau had specially selected the best pilot and the best-condition aircraft, so it was worth it. At midnight, they finally arrived over Chongqing.

The plane did not linger over Chongqing, but instead flew to a military airport southwest of Chongqing.

This airport is far from Chongqing and is built on a riverbank. During the day, it appears as a vast expanse of white when viewed from above, making it difficult to detect that it is an airport. Due to its remote and secluded location, it became a landing site for military special planes.

At this time, the airport below was ready to receive the aircraft. All the lights were turned on at the same time to illuminate the aircraft in mid-air in preparation for landing. Soon, the aircraft landed smoothly on the runway.

At this moment, Wei Liangbi and Huang Xianzheng's personal secretary Yu Guangyou, who had been waiting at the airport, quickly came forward to greet them.

"Zhiheng!"

"Senior brother!"

Ning Zhiheng and Wei Liangbi hugged each other before shaking hands and talking with Yu Guangyou. Nearly a year had passed in the blink of an eye, and Ning Zhiheng returned to Chongqing, the wartime capital, once again.

"Quickly, let's get back to the city. The director is worried about your safety and is still waiting for you. No matter how late it is, he must see you in person today!"

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