Spy Town Fog

"You are better here." After learning about Ma Wangye's situation, Sang Jiaquan let out a long breath, showing a kind of envy.

Maybe something happened to make him feel a kind of fear. Under normal circumstances, the spies of the military command would not envy such a remote town.The prosperity of a big city is always a state that people pursue.Secret agents who like the smell of blood will not be obsessed with the tranquility in it, Ma Wangye looked at Sang Jiaquan and guessed in his heart.

"What's so good, it's so boring. Why are you here?" Ma Wangye waved his hand in a helpless manner, and then asked softly.

Sang Jiaquan looked at him and raised his neck to drink a cup of tea, then lowered his voice and said the ins and outs softly.

As far as Tianjin Station is concerned, it is really a tricky stall, it is a place where the Japanese are rampant, and the Japanese spies are not vegetarians.Prior to this, the military command had sent Ni Zhongtian as the station chief of Tianjin Station. Just as the team was assembled, it was destroyed by Japanese agents. Ni Zhongtian was also assassinated. This was something both Ma Wangye and Sang Jiaquan knew about.

This time Sang Jiaquan came to Tianjin with the new station manager, so he was naturally more careful. Whether it was the location of the office or the usual security, he really put in a lot of effort.

Not only did the station master not show up in Huajie and Liuxiang, but he also strictly required his subordinates to behave in public places.The domineering behavior of drinking flower wine and visiting kilns is very restrained, and it is still peaceful for a while, so that the Japanese have no way to start. It seems that everything is going well.

Seeing that everything was progressing in an orderly manner, the station manager Zhang Renshi was relieved. He was born as a scholar and joined the military academy. He was appreciated by Boss Dai, so he was allowed to come out in such a difficult time.

But literati have literati preferences.This benevolent poem is not good at women, he doesn't drink big wine, and doesn't play with money. He usually just drinks tea and reads books, but he doesn't know that under his quiet appearance, there is a hidden heart that others don't know.I don't know what kind of experience he had before, anyway, he likes Long Yang's obsession.

People, as long as they have desires, they will be found by others.When he was busy, he didn't have time to take care of his hobbies. When everything seemed to be getting better, he couldn't bear the eagerness in his heart.

Tianjin is a city famous for its bathing culture. Various kinds of bathing make people spend their free time extravagantly.

In the afternoon of this day, Zhang Shiren went to a not very big but luxurious bathhouse.Many of the technicians here are young masters engaged in business, he knows this.

He didn't choose those skilled technicians. As the leader of the station, he still has a strong sense of defense.

He took a fancy to a rough-looking handyman and a very low-status waiter, who seemed to be a farmer, a bit rustic and ignorant.Zhang Renshi opened the room and asked him to come and massage herself.Was rejected by the foreman, obviously he is not a technician, not qualified for massage.

The more this is the case, the more Zhang Renshi feels that he is the only one, because at least he is safe and will not be a spy.He found the manager to add more money, and then led this unrefined looking room into the room.Try it, it really is Xiao Hecailou's raw melon eggs with sharp corners.

From then on, Zhang Shiren fell in love with him and quietly took him back to his residence.It felt like he had brought a bodyguard with him. He was the boss here, so naturally no one would ask more questions, let alone his sexual orientation. The two of them were having sex overtly.

Sang Jiaquan spat hard at this point, showing his contempt for this kind of behavior, and gently filled the teapot with one hand.

Ma Wangye skipped a little heartily, because Sang Jiaquan didn't know that he also had this habit, so he naturally said it without any scruples, but he himself knew very well that he was indulging in the joy in the rain now.Looking at Ma Wangye's eyes full of curiosity, Sang Jiaquan continued his story.

That person turned out to be a Japanese traitor. Not only did he find out how many hairs Zhang Renshi had on his body, the size of the objects and the depth of the holes, but he also clearly knew the specific situation of the rather hidden Tianjin Station.

It can be considered that people are not as good as heaven. That night Zhang Renshi had a temporary diarrhea and happened to take Sang Jiaquan out to the hospital.When the two came back, they found that Japan had ambushed Tianjin Railway Station. They felt their scalps covered in cold sweat. If it wasn't for their diarrhea, they would have been arrested as well.

When the two of them came to the temporary emergency meeting place with trepidation, they found that there were two other fatalities. One was repaired due to a radio failure, and the other was getting something from the underground storage room.

The man who was picking things up in the storage room told them that it was the man who followed the station master who had led the people in, and it was then that they found out what was going on.It just so happened that on the way to Chongqing, the two ran into the drunk Japanese traitor, tied him up and took him back to Chongqing.

But before he was brought back to Chongqing, he was instructed to take the Japanese traitor to Xifeng Concentration Camp.

Zhang Renshi asked herself and another person to escort, and the two of them learned that Zhang Renshi was such a person on the way.

Sang Jiaquan smiled disdainfully after speaking. "Where's your fellow comer?" Ma Wangye didn't see the other person, so he asked.

"I was afraid that Zhang Renshi would do something wrong, so I reasoned that I wanted to see a relative and let him go to Yanglangba by himself." Sang Jiaquan smiled and continued to drink tea.

Ma Wangye also understood that Sang Jiaquan's idea was right. The reason why Zhang Renshi brought people here was because he was afraid of revealing his own details. It must be available at all times.

"How long have you been there?" Ma Wangye seemed to have a bad premonition, he asked intently, looking at Sang Jiaquan.

"I went in the morning. Oh, yes, it's already afternoon..." It seemed that Ma Wangye's words and alert eyes reminded Sang Jiaquan. He finished his cup of tea, put on his top hat, and Ma Wangye shook hands, and strode downstairs. Ma Wangye looked at Sang Jiaquan, wondering what kind of mood he was in.

He seemed to feel that he should thank Zhou Haoyang, otherwise he would go to Tianjin Station, maybe he would not be as good as Sang Jiaquan now, maybe it is in the hands of the Japanese now, maybe he went to see Hades.

"Oh, who are you, dare to provoke me, I am..." This is Sang Jiaquan's voice, obviously something happened below, Sang Jiaquan's words have not been finished yet, it seems that there is no sound.

Ma Wangye hurriedly took out his pistol, loaded it with bullets, put it in his trouser pocket, and walked downstairs at a leisurely pace, wanting to see the truth.