Cicada Moving

Chapter 611 Bureau

Zuo Zhong chatted with Mao Yike for a while, looked at his watch and stood up to leave. Gui Youguang had almost all the things he should have registered. Just in case, he had to send a few more agents to the embassy.

Who knows whether the Germans will harm the visiting delegation members? Germany is lacking everything but lunatics, and the craziest one is currently in the Heads of State thinking about how to occupy the world.

Mao Yike sent him to the door and was about to open the door when the door was knocked by an uninvited guest. Mao Yi was surprised when Zuo Zhong nodded slightly, stretched out his hand and twisted the handle to gently pull the door.

Mu He, with a smile on his face, appeared in front of the two of them and said in a sincere tone: "Hello, Mao, Wang, I am entrusted by my superiors to come here to apologize. Please forgive us for our negligence in our work.

If the guard hadn't told me that your staff were going to the embassy to send a telegram, I would have never known that you were asked to provide the radio's start-up time, frequency and password.

This is definitely not the meaning of the military. As for which department wants this data, I can't explain it, because it is related to the security of the empire, and as a receptionist, I do not have the corresponding authority.

 But I assure you that you can freely use the radio to contact your government, and no one will come to trouble you. If you have missing or damaged parts, you can also ask the guards for help. "

Zuo Zhong and Mao Yike sneered in their hearts. If they hadn't heard what they just said, the so-called apology would never have come. This behavior of the Germans is indeed disgusting.

But on the surface, Mao Yi was moved and nodded: "Thank you, Professor Muhe, we have brought a lot of accessories this time, and we don't need your help for the time being. We just want to receive the drawings when we can.

I know this is not a small matter and requires approval from all parties, but the big shots in Jinling can't wait. It will take time for the weapons to be put into production. I can stay in Berlin for three days at most. "

 After this incident, he saw through the hypocrisy of the Germans, so he put aside his past feelings, gave an ultimatum unceremoniously, and made notes for the conversation between the two in the room.

Mu He's smile froze on his face. He obviously didn't expect Mao Yi to say this. Three days is enough for anything. Are the Chinese really determined to end the exchange agreement with the empire?

 No, it must not be like this.

The empire needs China's resources to manufacture rifles, aircraft, and tanks. Germany cannot accept a second defeat, a second Compiègne forest-style humiliation. He squeezed the pocket watch in his pocket.

Muhe tried to look relaxed and shrugged: "This is your country's freedom. I will convey the conversation just now to those bureaucrats, hoping that they can stamp it faster.

We won’t talk about official business today, Mao. Do you want to go back to school and take a look? Many of your old classmates teach there. They will be very happy to see you. How about, let’s go? "

"this"

Mao Yike was a little moved when he heard this. After all, this was the place where he had lived for several years. If it hadn't been for this study experience, he would not have achieved what he has today, but this matter required Zuo Zhong's consent.

Zuo Zhong frowned, thought for a moment and called a small agent from a distance, and whispered to the other person: "Go and call three more people to accompany Director Mao out, and you must follow them every step of the way.

Even if he goes to the toilet, you have to stand by and watch. You must eat and drink the food and drink before giving it to him. If anything goes wrong, come back and deal with it by military law. "

"yes."

The little agent puffed up his chest, and Mao Yike on the side smiled, looked at Zuo Zhong gratefully and cupped his hands. If Zuo Zhong didn't let him go out to see his old classmates, he would have to stay in his room.

Although he is technically the leader of the delegation, anyone who really thinks so is a fool. Everyone knows who has more power and status, the deputy director of the Secret Service or the director of the arsenal.

Just like that, the three of them exchanged greetings in front of Mao Yike's door and then said goodbye. Mu He didn't say anything more to Zuo Zhong, and Zuo Zhong didn't talk to Mu He. The contest just started, and the one who strikes first loses.

ten minutes later.

Zuo Zhong and Gui Youguang stood by the wall on the top floor of the hotel, watching several cars carrying Mao Yike and the four spies away. The expressions on their faces were different, one was indifferent, the other was worried.

“Sir Wang, it is too dangerous for the wool factory director to wander around Berlin. If we encounter Japanese intelligence agents, the Germans may not be their opponents. Do you want me to take a few people and follow them quietly?”

 Gui Youguang turned his head to ask for instructions. He seemed to be a little disdainful of the Germans' ability to act. The reason was that through observation all the way from the train station to the hotel, he found that the other party's reaction was very rigid.

They are like hotel security guards, standing motionless at the door without setting up hidden sentries or mobile sentries. This method is fine for dealing with ordinary people, but it is a bit difficult to deal with agents.

 In regular operations, 100% obedience of soldiers is an advantage, but not in intelligence operations and political defense. These two tasks require operators to have a certain degree of initiative and flexibility.

Zuo Zhong patted the wall, looked at the entrance and exit more than ten meters away, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the Gestapo will definitely send people for protection. They have an advantage on German territory.

 Okay, let’s not talk about this anymore. Have you looked at other rooms and whether they all have eavesdropping equipment? What do you think about this matter? Is it ordinary surveillance or targeted monitoring? "

 “Yes, they are available in all rooms.”

Gui Youguang answered decisively: "It must be targeted. No matter how rich the Germans are, there is no need to install so many bugs. The repair and maintenance of these devices are very troublesome and not cheap."

Furthermore, I suspect that this hotel is the enemy's stronghold, otherwise it would be impossible to hide all the wiretapping lines in the wall. If you hadn't reminded me, I really wouldn't have seen anything wrong. ” ˆ ˆ Before the large-scale use of radios and high-efficiency batteries, the operation of eavesdropping equipment was inseparable from the signal transmission lines and wires of the radio. Common anti-eavesdropping inspections were to check whether there were redundant cables.

As soon as Gui Youguang entered the room, he took a look at the cables that could be seen with the naked eye. Except for the telephone that could not be disassembled, the other furniture and items were normal. He just had to dig open the wall to check.

I never expected that the Germans actually hid the wiring in the wall. It is impossible for the hotel owner, waiters, and nearby residents to know about such a large-scale project, and it cannot be hidden from anyone.

So there is only one explanation. This hotel is an intelligence stronghold for the Germans. They can install eavesdropping equipment boldly and without any interference to erase all suspicious traces.

Zuo Zhong had thought of this a long time ago. He asked that question to see if Gui Youguang had made any progress. The answer was obvious. The big bald man was quite smart, and he realized the key so quickly.

But why would the Germans target their own group? Receiving the patterns of three old weapons is not a big deal. Even if the negotiation breaks down, everyone can just go to their own mother. It is not worth spending a lot of effort to monitor.

He folded his arms and stared at a group of pigeons flying in the sky in the distance. He analyzed in his mind the reason why the other party did this. First of all, it must be profitable, so what exactly is the benefit or benefit?

money?

 The Republic of China was so poor that it was excluded.

 National interest?

 There is no contradiction between Germany and the Republic of China.

 Wrong!

 Can't we use it if there is no contradiction?

Zuo Zhong suddenly thought of what he did in Shanghai. To be honest, Ikuta Takaki had no enmity with him, so why did he have to put the other party to death? Because he needed the other party to take the blame.

The Germans need Mao Yike or people like them to become scapegoats, victims, to confuse or even blame a certain country, in order to obtain greater benefits and benefits than material exchange.

Zuo Zhong has initially sorted out his ideas. The reason why I say preliminary is because these are all his guesses. Who knows what the Germans think. Such surveillance may be a waste of money.

He raised his right hand and rubbed his chin, deciding not to care about what the Germans planned. The most important thing was to complete the task step by step. The bald man was notoriously fickle, so he had to speed up.

At this time, the night is slowly closing in, and the stars are hard to see clearly hidden in the industrial waste gas. Pollution is not a derogatory term these days. In the eyes of most people, smog indicates that the country is industrially developed.

When citizens from backward countries arrive in powerful countries, they will take a nice breath of the smog of excessive heavy metals, and then excitedly shout, "Ah, the beauty of industry. This is not a joke, it is a real thing."

Zuo Zhongxian glanced at Gui Youguang, who was taking a deep breath, and walked away with disgust, fearing that this person would infect him with his stupidity. Then he took out his phone, looked at it, and clicked on an unread text message.

 “Arrived at the mission location.”

Seeing the content of the text message, he smiled slightly and stretched. You have a good plan, and I have a wall ladder. Let's compare whose plan is higher. Then he turned around and strode away from the roof of the building.

At midnight, a few car lights pierced the tranquility at the entrance of the hotel. After the car stopped, Mao Yike got out of the car with the help of two secret agents and mumbled a loud farewell to Mu He.

Muhe's face was red and his eyes were blurry. He waved hard while sitting in the car seat. He seemed to have drank too much. The two groups separated like this, one went back to the hotel to rest, and the other drove away.

The car drove for dozens of minutes. After careful inspection, it drove into a high wall and finally stopped in front of a gorgeous building. Muhe walked in calmly, still a little drunk.

He walked in the building for a long time, passed through a dark corridor, and knocked on a huge wooden door. Someone inside said please come in. Muhe held his hat from left to right before pushing the door open.

 “How are you doing, my colonel?”

 “Everything went according to plan.”

 “Very good, this matter is important.”

“Yes, the Chinese didn’t notice it.”

 “Time, we have to gain time.”

 “At your service, leader.”

Muhe walked into the room, and the corridor returned to deathly silence. Only a few conversations could be faintly heard from the cracks in the door. Outside the building were groups of elite Wehrmacht soldiers.

 (End of this chapter)