In an inconspicuous corner, Ning Zhiheng watched Miao Yongyi's figure gradually disappear. He did not move his position, but waited quietly. He knew that someone would soon appear in his sight.
His goal today was to confirm the identity of the person who met with Miao Yongyi. Although he knew that the person was most likely a member of the underground Communist Party, he still needed to see him in person to be at ease.
Ten minutes later, another figure walked out of the watch repair shop. Ning Zhiheng's eyes narrowed, and he stared intently at Wang Zhenjiang's face, carefully recognizing and memorizing it.
As he watched Wang Zhenjiang walk away, he suddenly remembered that he had seen this person before. After returning to Nanshi, he had visited Miao Yongyi several times. Lieutenant Colonel Chen Zhengwen was in the bed to Miao Yongyi's right, and the officer in the bed to his left was the man in front of him.
Ning Zhiheng's memory is astonishing; he can recall anyone he has ever met, or anyone he has even the slightest impression of, in the shortest amount of time.
So it was him! Now everything makes sense. He must have met Miao Yongyi at the hospital, made contact with him, and discovered his own special identity. That's why he ordered Miao Yongyi to use his connections to infiltrate the Military Intelligence Investigation Department. Whether their meeting was a coincidence or intentional is irrelevant.
Ning Zhiheng waited until Wang Zhenjiang had walked a distance before following him. He knew that Wang Zhenjiang was an expert at counter-surveillance, so he did not get too close.
Sure enough, after Wang Zhenjiang completed several counter-surveillance maneuvers and found no one following him, he headed towards the French Concession.
The International Settlement was quite different from the French Concession. The French Concession was very open in its management. Neither the police nor the administrators discriminated against the Chinese. The management was also very casual. This environment made the French Concession the most prosperous area in Shanghai.
Therefore, at the beginning of the war, the French Concession became the first choice for Shanghai citizens to seek refuge, and the underground party organization also moved there.
After entering the French Concession, Wang Zhenjiang left the main road and hurried to the entrance of an alley. He did not enter the alley, but instead bought a pack of cigarettes at a tobacco stall opposite the entrance. After lingering there for a while, he turned around and entered the alley.
Ever since he entered the alleyway, the cigarette vendor's eyes had been scanning behind him, carefully discerning the passersby.
Shanghai's alleyways are generally interconnected, like a Bagua (Eight Trigrams) formation. You may see a small alleyway at the entrance, but once you walk in, it seems to get longer and longer. It's difficult for anyone who isn't familiar with the area to figure out where it leads.
Ning Zhiheng watched Wang Zhenjiang's actions from a distance until he entered the alley. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was another counter-surveillance maneuver. He moved closer and carefully observed the cigarette vendor Wang Zhenjiang was contacting. Finally, he decided to give it a try.
He waited a while before walking calmly to the entrance of the alley. Sure enough, he felt the cigarette vendor's gaze linger on him for a moment.
This is an observation post! Ning Zhiheng walked past the alley entrance without stopping, abandoning the attempt to follow them.
Although the alleyway has a complex terrain, the presence of an observation post indicates the presence of a communication point nearby. With this information, and some effort, the location can be found sooner or later.
One of the biggest taboos for secret agents is being impatient and lacking patience. Trying to solve all problems at once will only lead to failure.
Ning Zhiheng turned and left, continuing on his way. Soon he arrived at the door of a detached apartment, rang the doorbell, and the person inside quickly opened the door and let Ning Zhiheng in.
"Station Chief, what brings you here? Do you have a mission?" Ji Hongyi asked in surprise. He was familiar with the situation in the French Concession. He was a minor leader of the Jiangbei Gang. After returning this time and paying respects to his master, he began to operate in the French Concession under the cover of a gang identity, while also leading his intelligence team.
Ning Zhiheng sat on the sofa, and Ji Hongyi quickly poured him a cup of tea and placed it in front of him. Ning Zhiheng closed his eyes and pondered for a moment. Ji Hongyi did not say much and waited quietly to the side, awaiting Ning Zhiheng's instructions.
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