The next morning, Ning Zhiheng rushed to the Military Intelligence Department. As soon as he arrived at the office, he saw Wei Liangbi nodding to him from outside the door, so he followed him into Wei Liangbi's office.
“This is two thousand US dollars. Two thousand each for us brothers, and one thousand for Shi Hong.” Wei Liangbi took out a stack of US dollars and handed it to Ning Zhiheng.
Since it was hush money, everyone who knew the truth should get a share. Wei Liangbi was always straightforward, so he naturally gave Shi Hong a share as well.
Ning Zhiheng nodded to indicate that he understood. He put away the US dollars, thought for a moment, and said to Wei Liangbi, "Senior brother, I would like to review the officer files of the 11th Division during this period of time. Could you help me with the procedures?"
Wei Liangbi's eyes flashed, and he asked, "What? Have you found a clue?"
This junior brother is my lucky star. He's a master at solving cases and has benefited me a lot during this time. Does this mean he's discovered something again?
Ning Zhiheng didn't hide much from Wei Liangbi, because his next move wouldn't be possible without his support and help.
Ning Zhiheng shook his head and said hesitantly, "I just have a little immature idea. It's not confirmed yet, but I always feel that Huang Xiansheng's testimony is incomplete. He must be hiding something."
I'm thinking of starting my investigation around him, like his close colleagues and friends, to see if I can find anything!
Wei Liangbi did not answer for the time being. He glanced at Ning Zhiheng and said with some concern, "Zhiheng, our reputation outside the military intelligence department is not very good. After all, there are quite a few people like Qian Zhong. But we brothers still need to have a bottom line in our hearts."
If someone is truly suspected, they certainly shouldn't be let off the hook, but we can't be too harsh in our arrests, or we'll make enemies everywhere.
The case involving the 11th Division has reached the highest levels of government; barring any unforeseen circumstances, the division will soon undergo a major reshuffle.
I've heard that it's going to happen in the next few days. If you go to investigate now, it's easy for people to make connections and hold a grudge. Let's wait a few days until things settle down before I help you with the paperwork.
"Is this a batch to be dealt with?" Ning Zhiheng asked softly upon hearing Wei Liangbi's words.
Wei Liangbi shook his head and said, "I don't think so. After all, it's just a leak of information. However, in recent years, the weight of our Whampoa graduates in the military has been increasing. The principal has been promoting them vigorously, but some of the older officers are reluctant to give up their power. They are all old subordinates, and it's not good to push them too hard, so they are stuck in a limbo."
This leak is a perfect excuse. The Japanese spies have completely exposed the division's military secrets; it's a serious dereliction of duty, and the best outcome is being sidelined.
Ning Zhiheng also felt that Wei Liangbi's analysis made sense, and calmly replaced the blood, which was the most suitable treatment method.
"Oh right, the channel that Huang Xiansheng asked us to receive last night was successfully received for the first time!" Wei Liangbi suddenly remembered this. He wanted to analyze this matter with Ning Zhiheng. He was now very confident in Ning Zhiheng's abilities and wanted to hear his opinion on many things.
"We've got a message. What does it say?" Ning Zhiheng immediately tensed up.
"The windmill has changed; it has entered a period of dormancy. The second method of contact has been activated," Wei Liangbi said, enunciating each word clearly.
This means that the Shadow Group has run into trouble, but Ning Zhiheng is not surprised. It has been almost half a month since the capture of Yanagida Yuki. The arrest was quite a big event. To be honest, the Special Higher Police Headquarters of Japan did not react quickly.
In fact, according to Ning Zhiheng's understanding, most carrier pigeons and their nests would make regular contact every once in a while to ensure the safety of the radio station.
The absence of regular telegrams for half a month was enough for the Special Higher Police to sense something was amiss. Now it was time to cut off all contact and go into hiding. It was estimated that not only the puppets, but every member of the Shadow Team would receive the same instructions.
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