Cicada Moving

 Chapter 806 Seeking cooperation

“Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk…”

The sound of banging wood wontons sounded from time to time in the dark night.

The so-called Chai Yao Wonton is a name given by Shanghainese to mobile wonton stalls. Vendors usually sell their food on poles or carts and wander around the alleys of Shiliyangchang.

At one end of the load is the stove, which uses old wooden and bamboo awnings as fuel, and at the other end is a cargo rack. Three or four drawers are the operating table, where seasonings, wonton wrappers, vegetable and meat fillings, bowls, and spoons are placed.

Stall owners don’t hawk their food, but rely on the sound of bangs to attract customers. They only set up their stalls at night. When diners hear the sound, they come and eat the food freshly cooked, filling the air with the aroma of water vapor.

Especially on these cold autumn and winter nights, hungry people pass by and ask for a bowl of wontons, scoop out a little spicy oil, and eat the hot bowl under the flickering light in front of the load, which relaxes the tired body and mind.

 Ban Jun raised his head and drank the shrimp and seaweed soup base from the bottom of the large white-glazed blue-rimmed bowl. With a happy look on his brows, he took out a few small-denomination French currency from the pocket of his long coat and handed it to the smiling vendor.

He then stood up, put on his hat, put his hands in his sleeves and went into an alley. After walking for a long time, he came to a T-intersection and suddenly ducked around the corner and listened quietly to the movement behind him.

At this time, the surrounding residents have all fallen asleep, and the usually noisy lane is completely silent. Only the whistles of foreign freighters on the Huangpu River can be heard faintly.

He waited for a while, lowered his head, turned around and walked back, moving quickly on the uneven stone road, nimbly crossing the puddles without making a single sound.

But when he passed a fork in the road, Ban Jun's body suddenly stopped, his raised right foot slowly fell to the ground, and his body slowly turned to the side.

They saw a man standing against the wall in the dark, his face hidden under a wide-brimmed hat, making it difficult to see clearly.

"who?"

 Ban Jun asked warily, using the cover of his side to put his hand into his trouser pocket, quickly found a pen, and unscrewed the cap little by little.

 Urban underground workers generally do not carry weapons unless there are special circumstances, because the city is densely populated by military and police, and their identities can easily be exposed when they encounter interrogations.

Instead of carrying heavy guns, it is better to use items that can be found everywhere in life as self-defense tools. A pen can still kill people in the hands of an experienced intelligence officer.

As Ban Jun spoke, he moved closer to the opponent, calmly adjusting his breathing, and tensed his body to prepare for a fatal blow at any time.

Just as the two of them were getting closer and closer, the black shadow stood up straight and walked under the dim light, raised his hand to take off his hat, and said lightly.

“Why, Laoban, don’t you even recognize me? Take your hands out and stop scaring people. You definitely don’t have a gun on you. I know the discipline of your underground party.

If I guessed correctly, the person who passed by the warehouse before was also you. Why didn't your party look for trouble with the Japanese? Instead, it focused on the Secret Service. We are allies. "

Zuo Zhong walked slowly out of the shadows and looked at Ban Jun not far away with a complicated expression. He said goodbye to Jiujiawei. He saw Big Brother again after more than two years, and in this way.

At this moment, he thought of their life studying in the police academy. At that time, everyone was as close as brothers, talking about their ideals over wine.

　　But days like this can never come back. As an agent of the Fruit Party, when seeing the enemy, no matter how happy I feel, I can't show it at all.

It’s not that I don’t believe Lao Ban. The situation between us and the enemy in the future will be complicated. We are among you, and you are among us. Any omission will lead to unexpected dangers.

He is a spy who is so happy to see dissidents. If this matter is known to others, it will be troublesome. Someone would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let one go. It is not just targeting the underground party.

 “Zuo Zhong!”

 Ban Jun on the other side softly uttered two words, without any joy at meeting an old friend, because he did not forget that standing in front of him was a fruit party spy leader who was known for his cunning, cunning and cruelty.

Even though they once had a good relationship, the struggle of faith is cruel and impersonal. There are few friends, classmates, or even brothers who turn against each other between the two parties.

Perhaps the two of them will meet each other in battle in the next moment. Since the day when Guo Dang betrayed and separated, such things have been happening constantly. You must not take it lightly just because you are familiar with the other party.

Handled the pen in his pocket, Ban Jun kept a close distance and said expressionlessly: "Long time no see. You misunderstood. I was just wandering around and had no intention of inquiring about the intelligence of your Secret Service."

Zuo Zhong sighed secretly. Knowing that Lao Ban was on guard against him, he was silent for a while and then suddenly asked a question.

 “Are you checking for counterfeit banknotes?”

 Although it was a question, his tone was very sure.

Song Minghao's cover identity was perfectly managed. No abnormality was found at nearby observation points. Ban Jun could not have arrived at the warehouse through Lao Song.

It is even more impossible for him. After doing intelligence work for so many years, he still has some confidence. No one can follow him for a long time without being discovered.

The underground party must have also received relevant intelligence, and also focused its search for traces of technical experts on the dock. Otherwise, it cannot explain why Ban Jun appeared at the dock.

 …

Ban Jun on the opposite side did not answer. He seemed calm, but in fact he was shocked.

The Japanese are trying to make counterfeit banknotes. This is top-secret information obtained by the underground party's international intelligence team in Japan from high-level Japanese officials. Only a few chiefs (harmony) in the northwest knew about it. If he were not the executor, it would be impossible for him to have such high-level information.

So how did Zuo Zhong know? Did the Guo Party have an informant... or was there something wrong with the underground party's international intelligence team?

 “Okay, stop guessing.”

Zo Zhong knew what Ban Jun was thinking, and a smile appeared on his face: "Isn't it the technical experts from the Osaka Mint who have arrived in Shanghai to assist the Japanese military in counterfeiting legal currency? I have known this news for a long time.

Now that our two parties are cooperating in the fight against Japan, do we want to cooperate for a while and inform each other of what we know about the situation and what we have in common?

You don’t need to answer now. I know that you need to report to your superiors and get approval before you can disclose information. I will not force you.

Let's make an appointment at a time and place. If your boss agrees, then we can sit down and talk about how to cooperate.

Don’t worry, our Secret Service is not Xu Enzeng’s secret service headquarters, and we will not burn bridges. Last year, I destroyed the Kwantung Army’s bacterial weapons base in Harbin, and I left a lot of weapons for the Anti-Japanese Alliance.

I hope your party can seriously consider my proposal. The consequences of this matter are very serious. Once the fake legal currency flows into the market, the financial order of the country will quickly collapse and the situation will be difficult to deal with. "

He expressed his conjecture as intelligence, preparing to deceive the squad and see how much the underground party knew about the Japanese counterfeit banknote plan.

Unexpectedly, Ban Jun no longer kept a straight face after hearing this, but looked at him with a half-smile.

“Okay, you know our organizational disciplines so clearly. If I hadn’t known your identity, I would have thought I had met my comrade.

You kid, don’t even try to lie to me. If you really had the specific information, you would definitely lead people to destroy the printing factory and you wouldn’t show up here.

The person you are communicating with is probably an intelligence officer operating near the dock. You want to find the whereabouts of technical experts from people coming to Shanghai from other places to determine whether they have arrived in Shanghai. Am I right? "

 “Oh, Laoban, I haven’t seen you for so long. When did you become a detective?”

Zuo Zhong pretended to be surprised, which seemed to be acquiescing to Ban Jun's statement. Since they were foxes for thousands of years, there was no need to play with Liaozhai. The main thing was to promote cooperation between the Fruit Party and the underground party.

 In terms of professional skills, members of the Secret Service are more professional than most underground workers.

However, in terms of the well-informedness of information, especially the intelligence channels at the bottom, the underground party can surpass the Secret Service by eight blocks.

 As for the secret service headquarters…

The information is quite good, but unfortunately it is reversely well-informed. Looking for cooperation with the other party is tantamount to telling the Japanese that there are state intelligence agents among them.

In short, under the current situation of unclear intelligence, if you want to destroy the Japanese counterfeit banknote plan as soon as possible, cooperation with the underground party is the wisest choice. Someone and Dai Chunfeng will never object after knowing this.

　　When it comes to the government's purse, the people above him are more anxious than him. If they don't have money, what can they use to fight a war, buy a villa in the United States, or find a concubine?

Hearing Zuo Zhong’s words, Ban Jun’s tone was a little helpless: “To each other, I shouldn’t have stayed at the dock longer to look for clues, otherwise I wouldn’t have been targeted by you.

They say that you, Zuo Zhong, are a master of intelligence. I have learned that. No, there is also Jiujiawei. If Dai Chunfeng hadn't stepped on your landmine that time, we wouldn't have seen each other today. "

 In fact, Ban Jun still doesn’t understand why the Secret Service brought landmines when it went to arrest people, and it was not a positional war, and it almost blew up his own division chief.

"Huh? Lao Ban, please stop talking nonsense. The landmines were clearly planted by those British scoundrels and have nothing to do with the Secret Service. What do we need that thing for?"

Of course Zuo Zhong couldn't admit what the other party said. What kind of landmine? Is it related to someone on his left? He didn't even see it.

The two of them said a few digressions, and the atmosphere finally stopped being tense. However, it is impossible to return to the past. After all, they are on different paths and cannot conspire against each other.

Ban Jun relaxed slightly, and soon his face straightened and he said: "The underground party has the unshirkable responsibility to resist Japan and save the country. I will report this matter to my superiors, but I cannot guarantee the result.

If approved by superiors, we will meet at 2 pm tomorrow at the entrance of Shenhao Pharmacy, Lei Songfentang, Xingsheng Street, French Concession. We will not wait if you are late.

 If I had not appeared, you and I would have acted independently. After what happened in the 16th year of the Republic of China, you will know for yourself the credibility of your leader. "

"I didn't hear anything, I don't understand." Zuo Zhong waved his hand, taking the initiative to stop the discussion about someone's character, and then nodded.

　　"Okay, then I'll see you tomorrow. I'll wait for another thirty minutes."

"good."

Ban Jun looked at him deeply. It was a very dangerous behavior to stay at the meeting place for a long time. The other party said this as a disguised expression of sincerity and trust.

 The problem is that there are some things that he cannot decide. He raised his hand and looked at the time. Ban Jun nodded slightly, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

 (I came to Shanghai today and went to the visa center to do some business. The wontons on the roadside were delicious, so I won’t write much for now.)

 (End of this chapter)