It seemed the crisis had passed, so he sent the first telegram confirming a safe start and began intelligence work.
But today's situation puzzled him. Looking down through the window on the second floor of the apartment, he saw police officers busily knocking on the doors of every household and registering everyone's information.
This was something he had never experienced in the three months he had lived in the paint shop. Population checks were not a problem. Nanjing had a large population, but as the capital of the Republic of China, population management was relatively strict, and population checks were common.
But this time there seem to be too many investigators. Some of the police officers are noticeably different from the others; they are all physically strong and have alert eyes. There are police officers patrolling back and forth on the streets and corners.
This is not a good sign! As a well-trained Japanese agent, his sense of smell is extremely keen, and he felt that this sudden population check was somewhat unusual.
"Better safe than sorry," he thought, and immediately went to his bedroom. From a hidden compartment under the window, he took out a sophisticated radio and a coded book.
Looking at the codebook in his hand, he hesitated for a moment. It was the most valuable item he had. He couldn't be completely sure that Chinese agents had come looking for him. If he destroyed the codebook, he would lose the ability to contact headquarters in the short term.
However, if it were kept, and Chinese agents were to conduct a large-scale search and find it, the loss would be enormous. He was well aware of the potential harm caused by a complete encrypted codebook falling into the hands of Chinese intelligence agencies.
At this moment, he recalled the massive midnight search a year ago. The situation was still vivid in his mind. He had narrowly escaped death and almost ended up in jail. Even now, he was still terrified when he thought about it.
He couldn't afford to take any chances! With that thought, he immediately took out a lighter, lit the encrypted codebook, watched it burn to ashes, and then swept them away.
Then he ran up to the attic, found a ladder, climbed up to the skylight, opened it, placed the radio on the roof tiles and secured it, then closed the skylight, put the ladder away and put it back in its original place.
No matter how much the Chinese agents searched the house, they wouldn't find anything; they would never have imagined that the radio had been placed on the roof.
The radio and codebook have been taken care of, and he can only wait here. The area outside is already full of police, and he has no chance to leave.
He calmed himself down and waited quietly for the police to come and investigate, hoping that he could get through this time as safely as last time.
Unfortunately, he never expected that the other party already knew his appearance and came directly to him. No matter how well he prepared, he could not escape this calamity.
Second Lieutenant Zuo Qiang, leading a team for the first time, and his ten team members disguised themselves as security police and followed the household registration police to search house by house. They had been busy all day but had not found their target yet, and they were getting a little impatient.
Just as they were about to finish their investigation of this block, they arrived at the entrance of an apartment building.
The police officer in charge of household registration knocked on the door, and after a while, someone opened the door. When Zuo Qiang saw this person, his eyes lit up.
Although the side-swept hairstyle in the portrait has been changed to a buzz cut, and the suit has been replaced with a short shirt, the height and appearance remain unchanged; this person looks remarkably like the person in the portrait.
If nothing unexpected happens, this should be the target, Huang Zhongxin. Zuo Qiang was overjoyed that he could catch such a big fish on his first mission.
He was no fool. The three siblings had been in the martial arts world for a long time, experiencing many storms and countless people had fallen at their hands. They were certainly not easy to deal with.
The police officer registered the information as usual and asked, "This time we're conducting a population check. What's your name? Are you the head of household?"
Nishihara Takayuki's expression remained unchanged, and he said in a natural tone, "My name is Li Chunfeng, and I am just a tenant here!"
"Do you have a household registration certificate? Let me see it. Is anyone else in the house? No, then please sign here." The household registration officer began recording information and asked questions as usual.
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