Zhang Tianhao received Du Xinran and headed home in a very good mood.
It¡¯s just that Zhang Tianhao is happy here, but Qiao Li is extremely uneasy. After all, Zhang Tianhao¡¯s consciousness has caused all the problems that he had ignored to be connected at once.
There may be a problem with Lao Song on the phone, and there may be a problem with Lao Song on the telegram. He now has to wait for news from Lao Song.
Now he has been ignoring Xu Renjie¡¯s telegrams, and he has been selectively ignoring them.
How Xu Renjie contacted him, his contact information, and even his address were all a big question. As soon as Zhang Tianhao reminded him, he suddenly broke out in cold sweat. Being selectively ignored by him was even more fatal.
"What the hell, I got killed by you."
The biggest failure was to directly tell him the contact point and even the address. Although it may be written in code words, it is not as confidential as the password. As long as you crack it carefully, I believe it will not take long to crack it. come out.
The most important thing is that he called Nanjing today. It was obvious that something had happened. After all, no one answered the phone.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Apart from a forced smile, he has no other good solution. Just now, he clearly felt that there was an extra cart puller and shoe shiner outside his big restaurant.
If he guessed correctly, there was a 90% chance that the spies were monitoring his place. After all, Xu Renjie had been here during the day, and his phone number had been called by Lao Song.
Thinking of this, he stood up and called out to Xiao San'er who was not far away.
"Xiaosan'er, I feel a little uncomfortable. Please take care of the guests here. Don't neglect them. If I don't come back, you will close the door!" He ordered first loudly, and then in a voice that only two people could hear.
"Boss, did something happen?"
When Xiao San'er heard this, he was also stunned and said nervously.
"It's not as troublesome as you think. I just have to go out for some things. You see the store, you know!" After Qiao Li finished speaking, he went directly to the backyard.
Soon, he came to his temporary room in the backyard, which was where he rested. After entering, he directly started to take out stacks of documents from under the floor, then put these documents into a copper basin and lit them.
Those important documents were all burned in a few minutes. At this point, he had also put down a lot of thoughts. After all, once such an important thing really fell into the hands of the enemy, there was no telling how many people would suffer big losses. Woolen cloth.
Then he took some water, rinsed the contents of the copper basin directly, and poured it out. He did it steadily, and most importantly, he was not in a hurry.
There¡¯s no way he meant to run away.
He took a few more old newspapers, threw them into a copper box, and burned some. He also deliberately left a little tail on the burning newspapers to let people know that he was burning newspapers, not anything important.
But he was still a little tangled in his heart. After all, Xu Renjie would be in trouble once he left. If he didn't leave, he might even be sidelined.
As for the two of them leaving together, don¡¯t even think about it. The agents at the gate of the city are not fools. The photos were all sent to the agents, almost everyone had one. As long as you are not blind, you can recognize it.
He pushed open the back door and drove the car directly outside. What he didn't expect was that there were two young men not far from his back door. Obviously, his home had become the focus of the spies.
It¡¯s just that the agents didn¡¯t expect that he drove out directly. This made the two agents who were staring at the back door of his house stunned and helpless.
But Qiao Li didn't seem to see it, and drove directly towards the XC area. After all, he wanted the XC area now, not the DC area.
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In a public telephone booth in the West Second District, Qiao Li watched the sky gradually darken. He believed that it would not be long before it would completely darken and the city gate would be closed.
He picked up the phone, looked around, took out a coin from his body, and started calling.
And Lao Song, who was at Chengnan Railway Station, also returned to Warehouse No. 18. Even so, he had not yet settled down. After all, I knew it would never be that simple.
Similarly, looking at the sky outside, it is getting darker and darker, and even the street lights have turned on.
Hearing the phone ringing on the table, he didn't have much thought about doing business today, so he gave the clerk an early leave. Apart from the people watching the goods, he was the only one left in the warehouse.
Picking up the phone, he half-lyed on the big chair and answered it feebly.
? ???Hey, this is Shiba Warehouse, what can I do? "
There was no sound on the other side of the phone, not even a word, except for the shouts and shouts from the roadside coming from the phone.
"Hey, speak, who is it? If you don't speak, then I will die."
However, there was still no one talking on the phone, just like there was no one on the other side, which made Lao Song's mind, which had not yet fully recovered, suddenly pick up.
"Snapped!"
The call was hung up immediately, and then he waited here.
Then the phone rang again, but after he asked a few questions, no one on the other side spoke, and he suddenly became energetic. Although he said something fierce, he still knew very well that it was Qiao Li who contacted him, indicating that something might happen to the other party, and it was just an urgent notification to him.
He has to wait. If no one speaks for the third time, he will also evacuate, and evacuate quickly.
But after waiting for two full minutes, the phone still didn't ring. He felt relieved, but he was still worried about Qiao Li's safety.
"Is there really something wrong with Old Qiao? Is it related to today's telegram, or is it related to the person who came to him to help find someone?"
He also spat for a while, but he really had no choice now.
"Did Mrs. Chen's matter actually cause such a big trouble?"
When I thought about it, it was a good thing that the radio station was hidden today, otherwise he might have eaten the secret agent's prison meal, or he would have received a box lunch.
There were problems with the radio station and the telegram, and he had already connected all the clues in his mind.
He received the telegram at 11:55, translated it, and called Qiao Li directly, and then found him and the radio station.
First, the location of the radio station can be roughly determined. Second, there is also a problem with the phone. As for why it is not delivered manually, he really wants to slap himself twice. No matter how anxious he is, he must not forget the safety principle.
You could have delivered it manually or made a call elsewhere, but you just used your own phone and used the lame excuse of using some oranges.
Lao Song also began to wake up to his mistakes. After all, this kind of mistake cannot be made. If you are not careful, you may kill yourself. It doesn't matter if you lose your life, but you can't complete the organizational tasks for a while. That's a big responsibility.
His mission is quite clear. If he was discovered by the secret agents just two months after he was activated, he would know better than anyone how serious the consequences would be.
It is not easy to build a good cover site. How much time and effort does it take for the superiors to set up a secure site without attracting the attention of spies, which appears to be quite reasonable, which is even more difficult.
When he thought of this, another cold sweat broke out on his back.
"Still not careful enough, still not careful enough!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com