Cicada Moving

Chapter 814 Four-horse Road

 Public Settlement, Fourth Road.

The official name of this road on the map is "Fucheng Road". It was originally one of the four dirt roads leading to the Huangpu River when Shanghai was opened as a port. It was hardened and modernized after the British established the concession.

Since this area leads to the dock and is located in the concession area, there are many foreign banks and business is very prosperous. Newspaper offices, bookstores, bookstores, dance halls, and theaters were built one after another, and literati gathered for a time.

At the end of the previous dynasty, rich merchants who fled the war came, down-and-out literati came, and young politicians with dreams also came, and this place became the busiest cultural street in Shanghai.

Later, the government abolished the Technical Yuan, and countless Qinhuai women had no place to live in the world. When they heard that the concession area could protect their legal rights, they gathered on this bustling road as if they were grasping the last life-saving straw.

Since then, Sima Road has been called "Qinglou Street". On one side are libraries and newspapers, and on the other side are Qinglou restaurants. There are several streets of restaurants and teahouses radiating outward. Every one is full, and everywhere is bright and feasting.

On this road, literati and women told each other their inner anguish, and used words, playing, playing and singing to interpret the joys and sorrows of this era.

The literati said goodbye to his confidante after having a good meal and wine, turned around and walked out of the building into the newspaper office opposite. He wrote a heart-stirring love novel that made the wives and young ladies in the deep house burst into tears.

Even though the war was tense at this time, the Fourth Avenue was still a scene of peace with singing and dancing as it approached ten o'clock in the evening.

At a fruit stall at a small intersection, Gui Youguang took a sharp knife and flexibly peeled and cut the apple into pieces, then put it into a paper box and handed it to the boy in Qinglou.

This is a specialty business near Qinglou. It is easy to eat and uses the unrotten part of the rotten fruit to reduce losses. It is said that Boss Du made his fortune from this small business.

I saw him taking the money from the boy, smiling and shouting "Thank you for your patronage", and throwing a juicy Laiyang pear to the other party, looking like a shrewd businessman.

When the other party walked away, Gui Youguang looked around and caught a glimpse of two red-headed Asans turning the corner. He immediately wiped his hands with a towel and threw the towel over his shoulders.

 “I’m going to put some water in. Could you please help me look after the stalls?”

He came to a nearby tea shop and exchanged hands with the owner, then ran into a nearby alley holding his stomach, came to a car parked in a secluded place, got in the car and started to quickly change clothes.

A few minutes later, Gui Youguang, who was wearing a striped suit and gold-rimmed glasses, held up the wide-brim hat on his head and walked towards a small white Western-style building.

That is the residence of Japanese patrol officer Oyama Kyouichi. It has three floors and is home to six families. It is connected up and down by a wooden staircase. The target's home is on the third floor.

Needless to say, this is naturally deliberate. If someone wants to be detrimental to him, the more floors he passes, the easier it is to be exposed.

As he approached the small white building, several agents dressed as literati from further away also approached from all directions. Some of them were carrying a leather suitcase half a person's height.

They met downstairs and found a secluded corner. Gui Youguang leaned against the wall and looked up at the roof, asking a few questions.

 “Are you all ready?”

“Okay, we can’t cook in the Western-style building. All the residents, including the target, ordered meals from nearby restaurants. After receiving the order from the deputy director, we put sleeping pills in the meals.”

 “How long does the medicine remain effective?”

“At least 6 hours, I experimented with captives when I was in Jinling. After they woke up, they would only feel a slight pain in their heads and no other sensations.”

“What about the contact time and method between the target and his superiors, and the surrounding security personnel?”

“Every day at five o’clock in the afternoon and ten o’clock in the morning, the other party would call a hotel in Hongkou. The fixed security personnel did not notice it, but the target would half-open the curtains when leaving home. We judged that there should be mobile sentries.”

“Did the other party stay somewhere for a long time when he was out on business, or had any interactions with suspicious persons?”

  “Never discovered.”

Listening to the report from his subordinates, Gui Youguang touched his chin with satisfaction. The deputy director must be satisfied now. Thinking of this, he waved his hand fiercely.

 “Action!”

"yes."

 The little agents whispered back the order, put on their gloves and hoods and dispersed silently.

Two of them stood at the entrance of the alley watching the wind, and the rest followed Gui Youguang to the door of the foreign-style building. One of them took out two steel pieces and inserted them into the keyhole and shook them up and down.

 The door opened with a click, and the operators quietly walked in one after another, and the last person closed the door smoothly.

Gui Youguang walked at the front, using the light outside to move forward little by little. He kept testing the floor with his feet until he was sure that there would be no abnormal sound before he stepped on it.

Others followed carefully with their footsteps. In the darkness, the group of people were like shadow puppets being led by someone's hands and feet, slowly and strangely moving towards the third floor.

After successfully passing the first and second floors, the agents stepped onto the third floor. After taking just two steps, Gui Youguang suddenly stopped and raised his right arm and clenched his fist to signal to stop. Everyone's hearts suddenly tightened.

What happened? Was it discovered by the target or encountered an early warning agency? The operators held the pistols in their hands and looked solemn. They did not want to attack unless they had to.

 Once the gun is fired, the Japanese will receive the news immediately and contact the counterfeit banknote factory at the same time, so the task will be in their hands.

According to the discipline of the Secret Service, they may have to shed their skin by then, even if they don’t die. No one wants to experience the feeling of internal review.

Gui Youguang signaled everyone to be calm and looked at the bumpy floor with a cold smile. This Oyama Kyouichi was really cautious. In order to prevent someone from sneaking in quietly, he almost demolished the stairs.

However, no matter what tricks the Secret Service wanted to arrest, it was useless. He stretched out his hand and shook the fence beside him vigorously, jumped up with a strong step, and moved quickly along the handrail that was half a palm wide.

With his flexible movements and his tall body, he was like a bear riding a unicycle in a Western circus. After a while, he reached the third floor and landed lightly on the ground. The other agents breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this. They jumped up on the handrail and arrived at the target's door smoothly.

Gui Youguang stood by the door and nodded slightly to the person who opened the door earlier. The person took a deep breath, covered the lock with a piece of thick felt with his left hand, and used a tool to turn the door lock one by one with his right hand.

An inaudible sound sounded in the silent corridor. The operators stood motionless and waited for a while. After confirming that there was no movement inside, they put their minds down.

 Sneaking is the basic skill of intelligence operations, but it is easy to get started but difficult to master. It is not just as simple as sliding in and picking locks, but discovering and eliminating traps is a top priority.

Since Zuo Zhong became the chief of the Intelligence Section, he has been sparing no effort to improve the professional skills of personnel, absorbing and recruiting a large number of famous snitches and thieves in the world as instructors of related technologies.

Compared with unskilled robbers, these thieves are good at using tools to achieve their goals without alerting their owners, which is similar to intelligence operations.

For example, the special scissors used by the secret service when they attacked Ji Yunqing's mansion were donated by a thief who had repeatedly robbed Jinling pawnshops, and were brought over by the secret service this time.

The operator responsible for opening the door opened the door a small crack and skillfully tested the back of the door frame with his hands. He quickly discovered two mechanisms and dismantled them all in less than two minutes.

The appearance of these two agencies made everyone present extremely vigilant, which meant that the people inside were most likely their colleagues, not half-baked agents.

The other party has been lurking for so long, and can still install traps in the residence for several years. Such caution and patience are definitely not something ordinary people can do.

Gui Youguang lowered his head and handed some lubricant to the door bolt. He stood up and made a gesture, and divided himself into three groups with his men.

 The first group consists of two people, responsible for looking out at the door and providing support.

 The second group also has two people, responsible for cutting off power and communication lines, and checking places outside the bedroom.

The third group is naturally the arresting team. There are four people including Gui Youguang. The four most rigorously trained operators work together to subdue the target and complete the mission with the strength of a lion and a rabbit.

At this time, the bright moon was hanging high, and the bright moonlight was shining on the floor of the living room of Kyoichi Oyama's residence. Even if the lights were not turned on, he could still clearly see the room.

Gui Youguang first looked around and found that the ground was also a floor, and it was at least five or six meters from the door to the bedroom. He couldn't help but frowned.

 Indoors are different from stairs. On stairs they can borrow handrails, but indoors they can only reach the bedroom through the floor.

In case of noise, even if you run at the fastest speed over such a short distance, it will take at least 2 to 3 seconds for the target to pick up a weapon and resist.

Moreover, what to do if there is dangerous goods behind the bedroom door? This has to be considered. What these Japanese spies like most is to die together, so they cannot forcefully break the door.

In order to avoid alerting the enemy, he slowly retracted his head and pointed at one of his men. The other man quickly put down a roll of thick felt used to open the door from behind and came to the door. With a shake of his hands, a half-meter-long safe passage was formed.

 Gui Youguang didn't have time to praise his carpet-laying skills, so he immediately raised his feet and tried it. The floor still made noise, but it was very small and couldn't be heard unless he was close.

Thinking that more than ten minutes had passed since he left the fruit stall, and if he didn't go back, he would be suspicious. He no longer hesitated, held his breath and walked slowly towards the bedroom.

When the four members of the arrest team gathered at the door, they were still inspected by the agents who opened the door. The results of the inspection made everyone's hearts skip a beat. Oyama Kyouichi had actually set up a hair trap.

A thin steel cable extends parallel to the door from the wall to near the door lock. As long as the door is opened with force or someone walks by, the force generated will pull down the grenade safety bolt at the other end.

If a grenade explodes in such a small space, there is no doubt that they will all turn into a ball of minced meat. Gui Youguang glanced at Oyama Kyouichi on the bed and decisively cut the steel cable.

 The next second, the four people on both sides of the separate door rushed into the bedroom in order in a very tacit understanding, without any panic or congestion.

The sleeping target opened his eyes the moment the operators entered the door, but before he could make any reaction, he saw a black shadow appear in front of him.

The silent bald man rushed to the bedside like lightning, holding a white cloth in one hand to cover the target's mouth, and pinching his chewing muscles with the other hand to prevent him from biting the poison in his teeth and killing himself.

Of the three remaining operators, two jumped on the bed and held down each other's arms, and one placed his whole body on Kyouichi Oyama's legs, completely restricting the target's movement.

But Oyama Kyouichi didn't seem ready to give up. He kept twisting his body and trying to break free. The veins on his head popped out. He knew that as long as he called for help, the patrols around him would come.

While struggling, a pungent chemical smell slowly spread in the bedroom. Gradually, Oyama Kyouichi's strength to resist became smaller and smaller, and finally he lost consciousness completely.

Gui Youguang did not let down his guard because of this, and continued to cover his mouth. After dozens of seconds, he slowly let go of his hand, and turned on the flashlight to check the other person's mouth and body.

 Until all risks were eliminated, the operators quickly opened the half-person suitcase, put a gag and mask on the target, put it under the bed and put it inside.

This is a tool specially used by the Secret Service to transfer personnel. There is a fixed bench in the box, and there are cowhide restraints on the head, waist, hands and feet. Kyouichi Oyama can't break free even with his great ability.

 After taking control of the target, Gui Youguang whispered a few words to the agents checking other rooms. When he learned that no valuable information was found, he immediately ordered a retreat.

Before leaving, everyone restored the house to its original decoration, folded the quilts neatly, and half-opened the curtains, in order to delay the discovery of the Japanese as much as possible.

It is now past 10 o'clock in the evening. Oyama Kyouichi will contact his superiors at 10 o'clock in the morning to report that he is safe. There are less than 11 hours in between.

It was not an easy task to pry Oyama Kyouichi's mouth open and obtain the inside information of Houde Middle School in such a short period of time.

So if you can delay for one more minute, you have a better chance of winning. The agents did not dare to delay, so they hurriedly exited the small building after cleaning up the scene.

Gui Youguang quietly watched the men carrying the suitcases go away, then turned back to the car and changed his clothes, then trotted back to the fruit stand and started working as a hawker.

Not far away, the sound of singing and dancing floated on the fourth road. The pedestrians coming and going had no idea that a thrilling fight had just happened around them.

 (End of this chapter)