Spy Wars: The Little Spy Strikes Back

Chapter 503 My Family Background



Chapter 503 My Family Background

Qin Tian didn't dare to sleep that night.

Sitting by the window all night, holding the gun, ready for a big fight.

Always keep an eye out the window to see if the Japanese military police are taking any action.

Qin Tian knew that if he could survive tonight, he would be safe.

Qin Tian hasn't slept much for seven or eight days. His nerves have been tense since he got on the train.

Qin Tian is very sleepy now.

Until the dawn sun rose, he knew that the night of death was over.

Director Guiwu would not take action at this time, so Qin Tiancai slept for a few hours until noon, went to the cafeteria to eat, and then went out.

There were no spies following Qin Tian.

Qin Tian came to Heping Bookstore cautiously.

"Comrade Qian Weihua should have been sent out safely, right?"

This is what the bookstore owner asked Qin Tian.

"Yes." Qin Tian didn't say too much.

"How are you? Are the spies checking strictly?" Qin Tian asked.

"There was no time when the rules in Shanghai were not strict. Our people died in batches, and even more died on the side of the Military Control Commission. Of course, we also made a lot of achievements," said the old shopkeeper.

"Well, I'm here today because of the launch I mentioned before." Qin Tian said, taking out a document, handed it over, and said: "This person should be in direct contact with the front-line executives. I want to tie him up and pry the launch information out of him."

The old shopkeeper took it, took a look, and said, "This is someone from the Special High Technology Department."

"Chrysanthemum mechanism?"

"Yes, there are four major intelligence agencies under the Special High Technology Department, namely Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum. The Plum Agency is mainly responsible for supporting and monitoring the Wang Puppet Government, including assassinating anti-Japanese elements; the Lan Agency is mainly responsible for instigating rebellion and disintegrating anti-Japanese forces; the Bamboo Agency is responsible for winning over upper-class people, scholars, businessmen, etc.; and the Chrysanthemum Agency is engaged in unconventional sabotage work; insidious and unconventional means such as virus release are mainly carried out by the Chrysanthemum Agency." The old shopkeeper has a lot of information on the four major intelligence agencies under the Special High Technology Department.

"The headquarters of the Kiku Agency is located in Shanghai, so Kenji Doihara asked Shanghai's Special High Technology Department to carry out the operation."

"I see."

"In addition to these four major agencies, I heard that there is also a Red Sakura, which is mainly engaged in killer training. The killers of the four major intelligence agencies are all trained by this Red Sakura." The old shopkeeper added.

"I understand. Can we get this person here? Because I might leave Hudu tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Doihara wants to use Oniwu to kill me here. Last night, the killer from the Mei organization attacked me. The sooner I leave, the safer I will be." Qin Tian said.

"Okay, let's arrest this man and interrogate him. Once we have the latest intelligence, I will immediately report it to the organization and try to report it to you as well. I'll leave you a phone number, and when you're safe, find a place and call me." said the old shopkeeper.

"Okay. Thank you for your hard work." Qin Tian nodded.

"This is our job. We add a code word at the beginning of the phone call. This code word is only related to this mission between you and me, and will be invalid afterwards." The old shopkeeper is really very experienced.

He really did his undercover work in great detail.

It was precisely his caution that enabled him to survive during the more than ten years of undercover work in the periphery.

"Ah."

"The code word is: Excuse me, do you have Alexandre Dumas's La Dame aux Camélias?" said the old shopkeeper.

"Ah? Wasn't The Lady of the Camellias written by Alexandre Dumas?"

"Haha, this is the subtlety of this code word." The old shopkeeper laughed. This was a small trap deliberately left in the code word.

When the people from the Special High Technology Department obtained this code, when using it, due to their fixed thinking, they might have changed the wrong "Alexandre Dumas" to the correct "Alexandre Dumas", thus being exposed.

“Exquisite.”

Qin Tian stood up and thanked him sincerely: "I have learned a lot from you, Master. It seems that my work as a lurker is a long way to go. There is still a lot to improve and learn."

"I'll go first." Qin Tian took the hat, put it on his head, and prepared to leave.

The old shopkeeper looked at Qin Tian and muttered, "Are you him?"

"Who?"

"No, nothing." The old shopkeeper fell silent again.

"Take care, comrade."

"Take care, comrade."

The next day, Qin Tian left Hudu and said goodbye to Director Guiwu.

Director Onitake did not come to see him off, but simply sent a car and asked his assistant Suzuki to take him to the station.

Qin Tian had no good impression of this assistant Suzuki, who always gave bad advice.

Qin Tian got in the car and headed for the county town where his parents had moved.

When we got here, it was still an area controlled by the Japanese army. In 1939, almost the entire coastal area fell.

There were also Japanese troops stationed in this county town, but not many, only about a colonel-sized army.

"Mr. Qin, we know you are coming. We have prepared a car for you and will take you home personally." The captain of a four-man Japanese military police team said after checking Qin Tian's ID.

Qin Tian was very surprised and asked, "Who arranged this for you?"

"It was Section Chief Doihara who ordered it," said the Japanese military police.

Qin Tian's face turned ugly again.

In this case, Chief Onitake should have reported the failed assassination attempt to Doihara.

At least the assassination attempt on Qin Tian in Shanghai was suspended.

But in this small county, he still did this, what was his purpose? Was he going to continue to assassinate me? Or?

Will these Japanese military police shoot me from behind?

Qin Tian thought about it and felt that it shouldn't be the case. Doihara would not use such a method with such a low success rate. Using such a small minion to kill him was simply a contempt.

Then, the purpose of Doihara's move should be to find out the specific situation of his family.

Doihara had checked Qin Tian's family situation long before and found that there were huge problems with Qin Tian's family situation.

Of course, family situation cannot directly explain Qin Tian’s own problems.

Doihara asked the Japanese military police to go and investigate the situation in person.

"Do you know Qin Tian's family situation?"

In Doihara's office, he asked Gao Bingdao.

"I know a little bit. The Qin Tian family used to do business in Bingcheng, and they have involvement in the three northeastern provinces. Although it's not a big enterprise, it's pretty good." Gao Bing replied.

"Why move south?" Doihara asked again.

"Because the Japanese army is coming." Gao Bing answered truthfully.

"Well, did you know that almost all members of Qin Tian's family are members of the Kuomintang? Including his sister Qin Huaihe." Doihara asked again.

"I know. This is reasonable. Before the Japanese army came, the three northeastern provinces were ruled by the Northeast King Zhang Zuolin, who was the National Army. The able-bodied men in many families were basically warlords. Therefore, it is reasonable for the Qin family to be part of the National Army." Gao Bing explained.

"Ah."

"But this does not mean that Qin Tian is a member of the Kuomintang. Before Qin Tian came to work at the Secret Service, in 1932, the Japanese army entered Bingcheng, but Qin Tian did not move south with his family and join the National Army. If he was a member of the National Army at that time, he would not have been able to stay in Bingcheng." Gao Bing replied.


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