Cicada Moving

Chapter 696 Dangerous Joint

Mr. Li looked at the bustling crowd and couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He began to desperately recall the tips of anti-stalking in public places that the Red Russian instructor said.

　　First, you must not make eye or body contact with anyone, second, you must not make eye-catching movements, and third, you must not make any noise, as this will reveal your whereabouts.

The person being followed should enter a closed place as soon as possible, use building corners, tall pedestrians, and dark places to hide, and stay quiet to look for targets who behave differently than ordinary people.

 The so-called "different from ordinary people" includes a series of standards such as movements, expressions, behavioral logic, etc. Of course, there may not be any abnormality. This depends on experience.

But what he lacks is experience. As the hospital director of the Anti-Japanese League, his mission is to treat the wounded, not to work secretly. This time he came to Harbin just to catch up.

He is the only one in the team who knows medicine. In order not to be deceived by profiteers and swindlers with fake medicines, he can only buy medicines. There are many comrades in the secret camp waiting for these life-saving medicines.

 Thinking of these,

 Especially those wounded comrades,

Mr. Li bit his lip and strode into a theater. He glanced at the show schedule on the wall, then looked at his watch and found that a movie was about to end soon.

 When the time comes to leave along with the crowd of moviegoers, you can hide yourself to the greatest extent and confuse possible stalkers. The premise is that you have to change your appearance again.

 He ​​looked around and turned quietly into the toilet. There was a high flow of people here, so the difference between the disguise before and after was not easy to detect. This was very important.

Otherwise, if you were wearing white clothes before entering the toilet and wearing black clothes when you came out, someone might call the police. You should know that there are traitors everywhere in Harbin, and their eyes are everywhere.

ten minutes later,

Mr. Li stood in a cubicle, listening quietly to what was going on outside. After confirming that everyone outside was gone, he came out and hid the suitcase in a pile of debris in the corner.

 The focus of disguise is to change from one person to another. All items and characteristics that represent the previous identity must be eliminated, otherwise so much preparation work will be in vain.

After confirming that there were no mistakes, he put on a dark top hat and walked out of the toilet naturally. At this time, the movie just ended, and the crowd opened the door and poured out together.

Mr. Li stooped slightly, held up the brim of his hat and blended in. After going out, he walked quickly along Central Street for dozens of meters, and then entered an alley without looking back.

Harbin,

 This is a very western city.

 Before and after the fall of the Belarusian Empire, a large number of Russians settled here, including a large number of road construction engineers, survey experts, meteorological experts, and construction technical workers.

 Under the construction of these people, Harbin is different from other domestic cities in planning based on functions. It focuses on the convenience of residents, and there are many small and exquisite streets.

So many roads are connected to each other, forming a complex transportation network. Not to mention outsiders, even locals cannot guarantee that they know all the places well.

This greatly facilitated Mr. Li's movement. In less than half an hour, he walked through several blocks and arrived at Qinjiagang in the south of the city, where the streets are wide and the buildings are magnificent.

Just because this place is the seat of the train station, the Manchuria Railway Management Department, the Puppet Manchukuo government, consulates of various countries, and Japanese intelligence agencies, it is more solemn than Central Street.

 A group of patrolling Kwantung Army soldiers passed by Mr. Li. Seeing his natural demeanor and light steps, the leading Japanese officer did not raise any suspicion and continued the patrol.

Qinjiagang is the core area controlled by the Japanese and puppets in Harbin. Police, troops, and spies can be seen everywhere. There are even light armored vehicles on duty at important intersections at night.

Moreover, all residents and businesses have either undergone the strictest background checks or have very reliable and powerful guarantees that no anti-Manchu and anti-Japanese elements will come here to seek death.

Mr. Li listened to the footsteps getting farther and farther behind him, let out a breath, jumped on a passing motorcycle, found a seat and sat down, and looked around.

 Someone is reading the newspaper,

 Someone is chatting with a companion.

  Seems normal.

 The quiet motorcycle train moved quickly on the railway track. When it reached the middle section of Dazhi Street, it turned onto the street on the right and slowly drove into Yizhou Street, which is what Belarusians call Gogol Street.

With the clanging sound, the vehicle slowed down little by little to give the passengers time to get off. Mr. Li did not move until the motorcycle was about to speed up again, and he suddenly stood up and got off the car through the rear door.

After getting off the car, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a Western-style building on the left side of the road. There was an eye-catching plaster flag flying on the circular dome, and several armed guards stood at the door.

That is the Consulate General of Japan in Harbin. Except for the Kwantung Army Intelligence Department, the Special Higher Education Course inside is currently the biggest enemy of the Anti-Japanese Alliance. Countless anti-Japanese comrades have died under the guns of the enemy.

This blood debt,

 There has to be a reckoning one day.

Mr. Li turned his head slightly, quickened his pace and continued walking south. After a few hundred meters, he walked into a cafe owned by a Belarusian, sat down in front of the window and ordered a cup of coffee.

Holding the steaming cup, he raised his head and cast his gaze into the distance. Across the road, there was a sign with black characters on a white background clearly visible, which read Harbin Education Department.

He waited like this for a while, and at about 11 noon, he got up and went to the bar to say hello to the waiter, then picked up the phone receiver and asked for a number.

“Hello, are you Chief Xiong?” “I am Lao Li from Sidaohe.”

 “Then see you at the same place.”

 “Okay, see you later.”

Mr. Li exchanged a few words with the other party and hung up the phone. He returned to his seat and sat down. He looked outside the window frequently. Intelligence connections are dangerous and he must remain vigilant.

He had no choice but to choose a joint. He searched all the small pharmacies in Harbin, but no one dared to do this business. As for the big pharmacies, it was even more impossible. They were full of fake Manchu agents.

For the current plan, we can only ask if there is any channel for the undercover. As the head of the Basic Education Section of the Education Department, the other party may know people in the black market, and at most they will spend a little more money.

Thinking of this, he took a sip of ice-cold coffee, forced down the irritation in his chest, and thought over and over again about the safest way to connect, and how to retreat after the connection was over.

 But he didn't know that in a small room in the Education Department, Gao Bin, the chief of the General and Advanced Section of the Special Service Section, was listening to the recording of the phone call he had just made, his expression looking very excited.

“Is the number confirmed?”

After listening to it a few times, Gao Bin reached out and turned off the rotating wire recorder. With a creepy smile on his face, he turned to ask his trusted subordinates standing aside.

“It’s confirmed, it’s the number of the coffee shop opposite the Education Office. We didn’t send anyone in to look for the target because we were afraid of alerting the enemy, but there are already brothers stationed around.”

The little agent replied respectfully and pointed out the window. The police department's phone monitoring network is very complete, and it is very easy to find out the incoming phone number.

"Okay! The person who is in contact with the person named Xiong must be an important figure in the Anti-League. Let everyone be alert. If anyone lets the underground party go, don't blame Gao for being unkind."

Gao Bin said as he opened the curtains and looked out, he vaguely saw five or six customers sitting in the coffee shop. There were not many people. It was not difficult to find the anti-Manchu and anti-Japanese elements hiding among them.

 “Haha, underground party.”

He said something coldly after reading it, and couldn't help but laugh at the other party's stupidity. The intelligence joint actually used the phone to communicate. Did he think that their secret service department was fake? They were really a bunch of laymen.

If the underground party is like this, it won't take long before the anti-resistance alliance around Harbin will be wiped out, and he will become the first Puppet Manchu deputy chief of the Secret Service Section.

Thinking about it, Gao Bin raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and kept flicking his fingers on the window frame, as if he saw himself standing on the stage in red and green to receive commendations.

Seeing that the unit chief was in a good mood, the little spy asked cautiously: "Chief, it seems that the information given by the Red Russians is accurate. We have been keeping an eye on the guy named Xiong for half a month.

 You said, why did they do this? Aren’t the Anti-League and the Red Russians from the same family? The Anti-League was unlucky, what good would it do to the Red Russians? I really can’t figure it out. "

 “Silence, this is not what you should ask.”

Gao Bin frowned and looked at the little spy. If this person wasn't his confidant, based on the question just now, the other party would have to go to the prison cell of the Kwantung Army Intelligence Department.

The intelligence transactions between the Japanese and the Red Russians are top secret. If Western countries knew about it, the Japanese would be very passive, so only a few people in the entire Northeast knew about it.

If they were not needed to handle the case, let alone the other party, even he would not be qualified to have access to this level of intelligence. The problem is that knowing too much is not a good thing.

He patted the young agent on the shoulder and said with a hint of meaning: "The boundaries between enemies and friends are sometimes blurred. It depends on whether there are any benefits. Think about it carefully.

 In addition, since you have been with me for so many years, I have a message for you. Please remember it by heart. Be careful of misfortune coming from your mouth. The military police of the Kwantung Army will not reason with you. "

 “Yes, I understand.”

The little spy shrank when he heard the word "gendarme" and immediately stopped talking. He quietly accompanied Gao Bin at the window to monitor the arrest operation. The atmosphere in the room gradually became tense.

They have been dealing with the Anti-Japanese League and the underground party for many years, and they are very familiar with the other party's operational style. Once the target discovers the personnel of the Secret Service, they will definitely choose to die together.

　　Then today's action would be meaningless. Only by arresting the person and interrogating the information would it be possible. Gao Bin stared at the other side of the road. After a long time, his eyes lit up and he spoke slowly.

"Out!"

  11:20,

Mr. Li took out his wallet and counted out a few yen and put them on the table. He stood up and walked out of the coffee shop resolutely. He looked sideways around the area and moved towards the door of the Education Office.

While walking on the road, he felt that Gogol Street was a bit too lively today, and there were more adult males stopping on the roadside, but upon closer inspection, he found nothing wrong.

He had no time to think about it, because if he missed the meeting time, he would have to wait until tomorrow. Just as he was about to cross the road, a car suddenly emitted thick smoke and then flashed a bright light.

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The sound of the explosion resounded throughout the street. Pedestrians immediately panicked and fled in all directions, squeezing away the spies who rushed to arrest people. Mr. Li was also carried away by the crowd.

Anxiously, he tried to walk back against the flow of people, but after taking only two steps, someone firmly grabbed the corner of his clothes, and a hoarse voice sounded: "Don't go, there is an ambush!"

 (End of this chapter)