Ning Zhiheng nodded and asked Luo Xingchao, "What are your thoughts? Let me make one thing clear: directly stealing intelligence is the worst possible strategy. The Special Agent Headquarters is under tight security right now, and Li Zhiqun is monitoring your actions, so we absolutely cannot take any risks."
Luo Xingchao thought so too. He pondered for a moment and said, "That's right. Currently, only Zhang Jingyao and Li Zhiqun know about this plan. I sounded out Li Zhiqun before. He thought the plan was quite difficult and hard to implement, so it hasn't been started yet. This gives us time to react."
However, it's indeed difficult to get close to Zhang Jingyao. He's an experienced agent; no change in the house would escape his notice. Moreover, his safe has the highest-level combination lock—even my Wooden Fish team members don't have that capability. However, I know his source of intelligence.
Upon hearing this, Ning Zhiheng perked up and quickly asked, "What's the source of this intelligence?"
“He has an interrogation record. I only saw the cover, which showed the name of the person being interrogated, Geng Xingwei. According to Zhang Jingyao, this person is a captured officer of the National Salvation Army. If I go to the military camp in the western suburbs to interrogate this person, I can find out what he confessed. This way, I can spare Zhang Jingyao and things will be much easier.”
Luo Xingchao only glanced at the name quickly and memorized it, so he simply gave up on the idea of checking the details.
Upon hearing this, Ning Zhiheng was overjoyed, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips. He nodded and said, "Xingchao, you are bold yet meticulous, quick-witted, and able to make such a discovery. We really don't need to take any risks. However, you don't need to worry about this matter. If you were to handle it, it would leave too much of a trace. I will send someone to bring Geng Xingwei out and interrogate him properly."
If Luo Xingchao were to interrogate Geng Xingwei in the name of the No. 76 Special Agent Headquarters, it would certainly be the simplest and most direct method, but this method was too crude, and Ning Zhiheng rejected it almost without hesitation.
Luo Xingchao knew Ning Zhiheng's style of doing things; he never fought a battle he wasn't sure of winning, so he immediately nodded in agreement.
Ning Zhiheng gave a few more instructions, checked the time, and then waved for him to leave.
Watching Luo Xingchao leave, Ning Zhiding composed himself, frowning as he pondered. According to the intelligence Luo Xingchao reported, there must have been a major oversight on the New Fourth Army's side. Otherwise, Zhang Jingyao wouldn't have gone to such great lengths to formulate a special plan, and even Li Zhiqun felt that it would be very difficult to implement. What kind of plan was it?
It wasn't impossible to pull off a plan from the No. 76 Special Agent Headquarters, but the risks were too great. Fortunately, Luo Xingchao was meticulous and found a new clue: Geng Xingwei, an officer of the National Salvation Army.
As for how to get the truth out of Geng Xingwei, Ning Zhiheng believed that this task could not be completed in the military camp. After all, there were no of his own people in the camp. If Geng Xingwei did not cooperate, he would not have the means to force a confession. Moreover, if others were alerted, the personnel he sent in would be in danger.
Therefore, he believed that the safest approach was to find a way to bring the person out of the military camp and put him under his control, so that he could be sure of getting the truth out of him.
In fact, given Ning Zhiheng's influence, it wouldn't be difficult for him to bring Geng Xingwei out of the military camp. He could easily use any force to bring him out.
For example, they could have the Military Police Headquarters or the Special Higher Police issue a requisition document, or simply send the Japanese garrison to take the people away.
Of course, it's impossible to do that. No matter how powerful Ning Zhiheng's background is, he can't do it this way. As long as there are traces left, there will definitely be troubles in the future. Ning Zhiheng would never be so foolish as to expose himself to the public.
However, there is another method in this world that most people cannot refuse: using the power of money to achieve their goals. This is Ning Zhiheng's most powerful weapon, which has always been successful and has never failed.
At noon the next day, on a street in the western suburbs of Shanghai, an old military vehicle slowly came to a stop in front of a grain store.
Several soldiers in pacification army uniforms jumped off the vehicle, and at the same time, an officer in his thirties also got out of the driver's seat.
He was not tall, but he had broad shoulders and a thick back, making him appear quite burly. His face was full of menacing features, and he was clearly not a kind person. This man was none other than Gao Yuanwu, the battalion commander of the Pacification Army.
He waved to signal the others to go to the grain store to buy food, while he took off the Mauser pistol from his sling, held the strap in his hand, and swaggered towards a small tavern across the street.
Upon entering the shop, the tavern owner, recognizing him, quickly came forward to greet him warmly: "Commander Gao, you've arrived!"
Gao Yuanwu ignored him and walked straight up the stairs, saying lazily, "The same as always!"
"Alright! Second floor private room, steamed fatty chicken, stir-fried pork slices, a plate of peanuts, and a pot of strong liquor, almost ready..."
The shopkeeper's cheerful reply rang out behind him, and he turned around to arrange for the staff to prepare.
Gao Yuanwu's troops were stationed in a military camp not far away. He was a heavy drinker and couldn't get used to the food in the army, so he often took the opportunity to leave the camp and treat himself. This was his favorite tavern, so he was very familiar with the owner.
Gao Yuanwu walked to his usual private room, threw the Mauser pistol case aside, plopped down in a chair, and closed his eyes slightly to rest.
He was originally just a minor bandit leader in Taihu Lake. After the Battle of Shanghai, many Kuomintang soldiers fled to Taihu Lake, and he gathered them up, gradually increasing his power. Later, as the Japanese mopping-up operations became more and more severe, Gao Yuanwu could not hold on and simply surrendered to the Japanese. His troops were reorganized into a battalion of the Pacification Army, and he became the battalion commander of the Pacification Army. Now he was under the system of the puppet government, receiving government rations and no longer having to live in fear, which felt quite good.
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