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Chapter 1120 Master, Run!
Uchida Eisuke pulled Hanaya Masashi aside and whispered, "Hanaya-kun, although I'm usually too busy to visit often, we both come from the Special Higher Police and are from the same branch of the same family. Tell me the truth, what kind of connections does this Commander Lin have?"
Hanaya Masashi was very pleased, a smile playing on his lips.
Aren't you, Uchida, supposed to be awesome?
When you first came to me, you thought you could go toe-to-toe with me and not be at a disadvantage. You really don't understand the situation!
Hanaya Masashi used to have mixed feelings of awe and distrust towards Hayashi Ze, and he was also resentful of Hayashi Ze's Chinese identity. However, after being reprimanded countless times and even almost being dismissed from his post several times, Hanaya Masashi became a fanatical convert.
Don't stop me, I'm going with Master Lin!
“Uchida-kun, didn’t I say that Commander Lin is the commander of the Tianjin Military Police? If we’re talking about connections, then he’s just like you and me, he’s connected to the General.”
Hanaya is quite cunning. He doesn't want to tell Uchida much about Lin Ze's awesomeness because there are already too many people trying to curry favor with him, and he doesn't want to introduce another competitor.
Thinking about this, Hanaya Masaru was still a little lost in thought. He still had to work harder. Being someone's dog wasn't something that could be done casually. If he slacked off, he would be replaced by other dogs!
Look at the expression on Kitahara-kun's face when he was on the phone just now. Hanaya Masashi even wondered if he was seeing things for a moment. Wasn't that the kind of expression that said, "What an honor it is to be Commander Lin's dog"?
But how could such an expression appear on Minister Kitahara's face?
After hanging up the phone, Kitahara Ransuke coughed and said, "Commander Lin doesn't have any arrangements for the time being, so let's get moving. Centered on the Eternal Life Photo Studio, seal off all passages and suspicious locations around it. Once we catch the person, conduct an emergency interrogation and try to maximize our gains!"
"Hayi!"
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After hanging up the phone at the Tianjin Gendarmerie Headquarters, Lin Ze called Niu San'er over.
"San'er, how is the Northern Bureau's intelligence system progressing?"
Niu San'er organized his thoughts and reported efficiently, "Sir, although it's called the Northern Bureau's intelligence system, in reality, due to manpower issues, various lines often operate in tandem. Moreover, some senior personnel still communicate separately with the Special Branch's top brass. However, the Northern Bureau's best-performing feature is their underground transportation system. According to our observations, they now basically have the capability to transport medicines, gold, important personnel, and small batches of weapons underground. Of course, in accordance with your policy of treating each other with respect, we haven't spied on or disturbed them too much. So if you need very detailed information, it will probably take some time to gather it."
Lin Ze waved his hand, saying that knowing this much was enough.
Based on the information provided by Niu San'er, the Northern Bureau's underground transportation system was more of a communication tool than an intelligence agency.
Each base area certainly cannot operate completely independently, and the underground transportation lines are responsible for connecting these base areas. Whether it is the transmission of information, the exchange of personnel, or the transfer of supplies, all of these rely on the underground transportation lines.
Although the capture of the Japanese soldiers this time should not endanger the high-ranking intelligence personnel in the west, if the underground transportation lines of the Northern Bureau are destroyed, then from Pingxi to Taihang, from Jidong to Ludong and even northern Anhui, all the base areas and guerrilla forces will become isolated islands, and no one knows what will happen then.
Lin Ze picked up the phone and called the anti-bandit command of the security forces.
"Hello, this is Lin Ze. Tell Duan Wenxuan to call me back as soon as possible."
About an hour later, the phone rang again, and it was Duan Wenxuan on the other end.
"Uncle Lin, what can I do for you?"
Is your cousin from North China, or further west?
Duan Wenxuan was stunned for a moment, and even felt it was a bit absurd.
A Tianjin military police commander, in his headquarters, used the anti-banditry liaison line to call the Jidong anti-banditry command, and then directly discussed the identity of a Red Zone intelligence agent over the phone.
Actually, it wasn't that Lin Ze was careless. Nowadays, several telephone exchanges are controlled by Lin Ze's people, especially the dedicated line to Jidong. The entire process is controlled by the auxiliary management bureau. Making a phone call there is safer than sending a telegram.
Therefore, technological backwardness has its advantages. Lin Ze can easily create some confidential communication regulations, which are a game-changer for this era.
"Uncle Lin, my cousin used to live in Hebei Province, but later moved to the west."
That makes sense now. It seems that Xiao Duan's line of work is quite high-level. He may have previously belonged to the Northern Bureau, but later, he probably made quite a stir and was taken over by the higher-ups of the Special Branch.
Has anyone from your uncle's family come to visit you?
"Not many people come here, but occasionally my cousin comes here to do business."
Lin Ze continued, "The streets have been rather unsafe lately. Tell your cousin to be careful with his business, especially since he comes from the west. He must not collude with bandits. I heard that a lot of people have been arrested in Shimen, and even those hiding in Beiping have been brought out."
After saying that, Lin Ze hung up the phone.
Duan Wenxuan left with a solemn expression.
There's been an accident on the transportation lines in North China; we must notify our superiors immediately!
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Yong Sheng Photo Studio.
This shop wasn't very big, but in those days, running a photo studio was extremely profitable. A small photo, the kind that's pasted on a certificate or file, cost two small dollars. If you wanted a family portrait, it would cost at least eighty cents or a dollar. Some photo studios even made more money than big restaurants. Especially at the end of the year, many families would rather buy two pounds less food than not have a family photo taken.
These days, separation and death are all too common, making photographs all the more precious to people.
This photo studio was run by Mr. Zhang, who was in charge of taking photos, and his two apprentices. I heard that Mr. Zhang learned his skills in Shanghai and took good photos, so he had many regular customers.
As evening approached, the young waiter came to ask Chef Zhang, "Master, shall we do it the usual tonight? I'll go get you two dishes from the shop across the street?"
The photo studio is open for business at night. Some customers are too busy during the day to come, so they come to have their photos taken at night.
Master Zhang, puffing on his pipe, remained silent at first, then slowly said, "Then it's the same as usual."
He also had something on his mind. Something had gone wrong at Shimen. Originally, someone should have sent the routine intelligence report here after receiving it, but it was already two days late.
The young man was quite happy. Sometimes, Master Zhang wouldn't eat much at night, or he would just have a bowl of noodles to tide him over.
But if they go to the restaurant across the street and order two dishes, their two young waiters can also benefit from the meal after Master Zhang finishes eating.
He took a few small coins from the counter, left the photo studio, and had just crossed the street when two dark figures suddenly darted out and pinned the young man down!
He tried to scream in fear, but his neck was gripped tightly, and a gun was pressed against his forehead. "Don't move! Military Police Headquarters! Is that guy surnamed Zhang in the shop?!"
The young man was terrified. The Military Police Headquarters? Those were the kind of places that would devour people without spitting out the bones!
Why would they approach their own master?
The military policeman slowly released his grip on the young man's neck, then said fiercely, "Speak! Or I'll beat you to death right now!"
The young man trembled with fear, swallowed hard, and suddenly shouted, "Master! Run! Run!!"