Cicada Moving Chapter 1191

Chapter 1191 Broadcast Announcement

In the Filipino gathering area of Honolulu, Zuo Zhong closed the door of the small shack where he temporarily lived, carried his luggage and said goodbye to the "friends" he had just met, with a rather reluctant expression.

Everyone kept patting him on the shoulder or hugging him, and surrounded him out of the gathering area. After the two parties stood at the door and chatted for a few words, Zuo Zhong walked firmly towards the port.

Joshua looked at the back of "Jayomar" and shook his head. There were too many people like him in this place who stayed in the shanty town for a while and then left the shanty town to start a career.

Each of these people have dreams, but they will eventually return here and continue to make a living with their sweat.

Their skin color has determined the outcome. Americans need cheap workers, not competitors, but many people do not understand this truth.

Joshua silently prayed a few words for his friends, and then rushed to the truck at the US military base that came to recruit people. No matter who left and who stayed, life had to go on.

the other side.

Zuo Zhong walked around the streets of Honolulu like an ignorant country bumpkin. The American police officers passing by didn't bother to check. There was no need for them to waste time on a poor man.

After several hours of counter-tracking and constant testing, Zuo Zhong made sure that he was clean behind him, and walked into a small street filled with gyms, looking at both sides curiously.

When he saw the red sign in front of one of the Japanese gymnasiums, his eyes tightened suddenly, then he touched his shriveled wallet and left quietly amidst the solicitations in various languages.

“The dead mailbox is invalid and the contact information is changed.”

Thinking about the meaning of the red sign, Zuo Zhong did not hesitate and quickly left the area where the warning point was located. He changed his clothes and facial camouflage at the transfer point prepared in advance, completely erasing the presence of "Jayomar" in Wa Traces of Hu Dao.

Retreat in intelligence operations does not need to be a big move or too complicated. Silence is the common situation.

In the afternoon, Zuo Shige and Ozawagawa met again in the sugar trading company. The two came to the quiet room to exchange the information they had recently obtained.

“Nan Jiajun, three days ago the American intelligence agency began to conduct an inventory of Japanese residential areas. Many people were asked to provide their IDs and recent whereabouts. It won't take long for you and me to be traced. There won't be any problems.”

As soon as he sat down, Ozawa said a piece of bad news. The inventory meant that the Americans had realized that Japanese espionage activities in Hawaii were intensifying.

Zuo Zhong calmly waved his hand to ask the other party not to be nervous. When he saw the message from the early warning point, he guessed that the situation had changed, and this change was related to the Japanese Consulate in Hawaii.

Based on past experience, the Americans should have discovered the problem from the consulate's telegram frequency.

ONI is not a fool. The number of messages from the Japanese embassy and consulates suddenly increased, and the connection with the mainland suddenly became closer. There are only two possibilities for this matter, either a war or an intelligence operation.

At the same time, the investigation also proved that the Americans had no conclusive evidence and did not even catch the Japanese intelligence officer who went to the dead mailbox to collect information. They could only use this stupid method to open a breakthrough.

Compared with the CIA and other descendants of later generations, the current ONI is still very immature and is no match for the intelligence agency of the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Zo Shige told Ozawagawa his speculations and temporarily stabilized him. After speaking, he took out a hand-drawn map, reported the investigation results during this period, and announced countermeasures.

“Now that the Americans are aware of it, they will use radio broadcasts to receive orders, and use backup dead mailboxes to deliver intelligence, temporarily cutting off the two-way communication between us and the consulate.

I will send out the map tonight and wait for new instructions from Tokyo. Until the new instructions arrive, you and I will remain silent. Ozawkun, what do you think? "

Ozawakawa could not wait to raise his hands and feet to express his approval. At this moment, he had already calmed down from the excitement of witnessing the humiliation of the people, and the only thing he thought about was his own safety.

Seeing that there was no objection, Zuo Zhong took back the map and silently perfected the details of the next action. No matter whether the threat from ONI was great or not, he must be vigilant.

That person said that when dealing with the enemy, we must despise it strategically and pay attention to it tactically. There is no contradiction between the two.

A few hours later, Zuo Zhong, who had just returned, went out to the backup mailbox again. Along the way, he saw many ONI agents in plain clothes. From time to time, Japanese people were stopped and interrogated by the other party.

Some suspicious persons with nervous expressions and mysterious whereabouts were taken away directly and underwent stricter scrutiny.

On the other hand, Zuo Zhong held his head high, remained calm and showed no signs of guilt, and successfully arrived at the location of the spare dead mailbox - a remote crossroads.

After careful observation, he pretended to bend down to tie his shoes and stuffed the hand-drawn map and other information into a transom window on the side of the road, then turned around and started on his way back.

On the way, he did not forget to buy a few bottles of sake. This was both to find a reason to go out and to make sure there were no followers.

“Ozawkun, look what I bought...”

Walking into the door of the trading company, Zuo Zhong only said half of what he said when he saw several white people standing in front of the counter. Behind the counter, Ozawa was as well-behaved as a quail.

The uninvited guests were none other than agents from ONI. The smell of the secret police could be smelled halfway around the world.

Hearing the sound, these people looked back together, with alertness and suspicion in their eyes.

One of them walked up to Zuo Zhong, looked him up and down several times, asked him to show his ID, and asked him a few questions, such as whether he had been out recently, etc.

Facing the U.S. agents close at hand, Zuo Zhong calmly took out his passport and explained that he did go out often, but only for business contacts.

The ONI agents said nothing, registered the passport and took the person away. In fact, they also knew that such a large-scale interrogation would not lead to any results, and the deterrent was greater than the actual significance.

After sending the Americans away with a smile, Ozawa sat on the chair and breathed rapidly, his legs hidden behind the counter shaking slightly. Zuo Zhong said nothing when he saw this, and went back to his room directly. He did not comfort the other party as before. Some things must be experienced personally, otherwise he will never be able to adapt.

Time flies, and several days have passed in the blink of an eye. It is getting closer and closer to 1941, and the New Year atmosphere in Oahu is getting stronger and stronger.

Thanks to the rapid expansion of the Japanese, the cane sugar business is very easy to do. No matter how much goods there are, the Japanese navy can swallow them up in one gulp, and it is very satisfying to give money.

Sometimes Ozawakawa forgets that he is a spy and devotes himself wholeheartedly to business activities. Only when he listens to the Japanese radio every night does he think that he still has a mission.

That night, Zuo Zhong and Ozawakawa sat around the radio, adjusted the band to a certain Japanese frequency, and waited calmly listening to the announcer's chattering voice.

“The Great Japanese Empire…”

“The situation in East Asia…”

What was playing on the radio was still the same cliche that the Japanese used to promote co-prosperity in Greater East Asia, without any new ideas. Ozawa couldn't help but yawn.

　　After listening for more than ten minutes, just when he was about to turn off the power, there was a sudden noise from the loudspeaker, and then an emotionless digital broadcast sounded.

“The captain calls the sailors.”

“1534, 3546…”

The call and announcement continued three times each. Zuo Zhong took out a pen and paper to quickly record, while Ozawa immediately went to the window to monitor the outside. Behind this string of numbers was Tokyo's latest order.

At the end of the third broadcast, the broadcast stopped abruptly. Zuo Zhong disturbed the band knob, stood up and pretended to come from the hiding place, but in fact he took out the code book from the space to decipher the secret message.

Comparing the number of pages, lines, and words in the codebook, a complex secondary conversion was performed, and the message was translated, but the content made both of them frown.

“The map has been transported from Wa Island to Tokyo. The location of the official residence of the senior commander of the Pacific Fleet will be ascertained as soon as possible, and the data of the Hongshan Oil Depot bunker will be determined.”

Ozawagawa's face was livid. Did Tokyo regard them as wishing stones? The official residence of the American military officer was okay. How to investigate the oil depot data?

The defense of the strategic fuel reserve warehouse must be very tight, and it is impossible for ordinary people to approach it, let alone enter it.

Zuo Zhong also wanted to curse. The Japanese had the meteorological, hydrological data and maps of Pearl Harbor, and they were still not satisfied after figuring out hundreds of problems. They really didn't treat the intelligence officers as human beings, and they didn't even say a word of "please". What a shame. There is no reason for this.

After a long time, he burned the message to ashes, put away the code book, and watched Ozawa break the silence first.

“Obtaining the location of the official residence is simple and can be done through tracking. Americans are very vigilant, so you are responsible for this matter.

How to determine the target's name, rank, military rank, and position is a question. Mr. Ozawa, tell me what you think. "

Zuo Zhong didn't come to Hawaii to be a nanny. He couldn't do all the work. The other party had to contribute.

Ozawakawa also understood that one of the two tasks was difficult and the other was easy. Nanjia had already given him the easy part, so he couldn't make no contribution at all.

While deep in thought, Ozawa thought of something, raised his head and said two words.

"Mail!"

"Mail?"

"right!"

Ozawakawa answered in the affirmative to Zuo Zhong's rhetorical question and then explained.

“In order to make it easier for postmen to deliver mail, Americans are accustomed to installing mailboxes in front of their homes, with the homeowner's name written on them.

After getting the most critical names, the rest of the work is not difficult. You can get other information from American sailors in bars and gyms.

This is a long-term work, Nan Jiajun, please rest assured that I will definitely collect as much intelligence as possible on the US military commanders. "

How can I say this method? It is safe but very inefficient. It is very suitable for agents like Ozawagawa who have become a monk halfway.

Zuo Zhong nodded with satisfaction and gave the other party a few words of advice, providing some suggestions from a professional perspective, as well as points that need to be paid attention to during tracking.

During the conversation, he clearly warned Ozawa that if there was a risk of exposure, he would rather give up the mission than be discovered, or he would find another opportunity in the future.

Ozawa Hayi sighed and made preparations carefully. Although he looked back happily, he was not sure whether he could complete the task.

Zuo Zhong ignored the other party and sat down and began to think about how to obtain the construction data of the Hongshan Oil Depot. This task was very difficult and he had to think of a foolproof strategy.

Chapter end

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