Iwata Shunkichi dismantled the gun and loaded the gun, and the action was like a flowing cloud. It's not just speed, it's more of an art.

Zhen Wen secretly praised it, just this kung fu made people smack, and he was even more convinced of his marksmanship.

The train entered Nanjing Station, and two sedans and a truck came to pick up Yasuken Sato.

Sato and Iwata sat in the front car, Zhen Wen and Han Erbao sat in the back, and the truck followed closely behind, and there were soldiers with guns standing on it.

Zhen Wen has worked here before, so he is naturally very familiar with the environment.

The thousand-year-old city, the ruins of the battle in 37 years are still there, and the craters can be seen everywhere, but at this time it has become the world of the Japanese.

The saddest thing about this situation is not being able to show it.

When they arrived at the Japanese gendarmerie in Nanjing, someone arranged accommodation for Zhen Wen and the others.

Zhen Wen was depressed, it was originally the land of the Chinese, but it had to be arranged by the Japanese.

Although no one restricted their freedom to go out, Zhen Wen knew that it was better for him to stay here, and walking around would make people suspicious.

As soon as he sat down, Sato walked in.

"Zhen Wenjun, Chairman Wang has already prepared food and drinks in the Nanjing government, you and I will go over now."

Zhen Wen and Han Erbao got into the car with Sato, but Iwata got into the back car.

The car drove out of the gendarmerie, and Zhen Wen asked: "Section Chief Sato, the people invited by Chairman Wang are all important members, and I am afraid that I am not qualified to be invited as a person, so I am not looking for something?" ”

Sato nodded: "Zhen Wenjun, Chairman Wang intercepted a secret telegram two days ago, and it has not been deciphered for two days. You're here to show your talents. ”

Zhen Wen smiled confidently: "In this case, I will not give in." ”

There were only seven or eight people at this meal, and it was a luxurious reception room, with bright lights, comfortable seats, and spotless tabletops, with Wang Jingwei sitting at the top.

It was the first time for Zhen Wen to get so close to Wang Jingwei, Wang Jingwei in the photo was in good spirits, he could be said to be a beautiful man.

At this time, it was approaching, but I felt a faint melancholy on Wang Jingwei's face.

Wang Jingwei had seen Sato before, and at this moment he was concentrating on Zhen Wen.

"Bring the message and ask Mr. Zhen to take a look."

What Wang Jingwei said was very casual, because he didn't believe that Zhen Wen, who was in his twenties, was more capable than those elites in the telecommunications department with outstanding talents.

Wang Jingwei thought to himself, let him see, if he can't decipher it, just eat a meal and send it away.

The secretary came to the table and opened the folder, took out a message and handed it to Zhen Wen.

Wang Jingwei stared at Zhen Wen, but he really didn't think he could crack it.

The message was very short, with only four words and two points: "All things are done. ”

Zhen Wen took the message and said, "These two points are the key to the problem. ”

Wang Jingwei still has that expression, as long as he has worked in telecommunications, he will see those two points at a glance, which is not unusual.

Sato naturally saw those two points, and when he saw Wang Jingwei's strange look, he turned his eyes to look at Zhen Wen.

"Zhen Wenjun, what's wrong with these two points?"

Since Sato is the head of the Special High Division, how can he not understand the coded message, but he also does not understand what the two points mean?

"It's a bit abnormal, at noon the day after tomorrow, someone assassinated Chairman Wang."

Wang Jingwei leaned back on the chair, sat up straight when he heard this, looked at Sato, and then at Zhen Wen.

"Mr. Zhen Wen, I don't know which organization wants to assassinate me?" Wang Jingwei asked.

"Back to Chairman Wang, the assassin is the Nanjing Military Command Station. If I'm not mistaken, what activities should Chairman Wang do the day after tomorrow? ”

Wang Jingwei's face turned from white to black, and he muttered to himself: "No wonder, no wonder." ”

Sato didn't say much, he was very dissatisfied when he saw Wang Jingwei's expression just now. At this moment, I was really happy to see Zhen Wen say it.

Wang Jingwei's face finally had a smile, and he couldn't help but look at Zhen Wen with admiration.

"The afterlife is terrible, the afterlife is terrible, and I am grateful for the food and drink."

Zhen Wen was glad in his heart, thanks to the fact that he glanced at the message when the secretary took it.

The folder has a white piece of paper with a large red heading printed on it, and only five words can be seen: "...... Grand ...... on the twentieth"

Today is the 18th, and the day after tomorrow is the 20th.

Since it is marked with the word grand, why wouldn't Wang Jingwei participate? Not to mention that major newspapers are not allowed to interview and take pictures, so the time can only be daytime and not night.

According to the usual practice, it is natural to celebrate after the meeting, and it can only be a banquet at noon.

Wang Jingwei was afraid of being assassinated, Zhen Wen said the exact time like this, so he could naturally take precautions in advance, and the risk was undoubtedly reduced a lot.

At the banquet, Han Erbao didn't care about others, put down his chopsticks and talked about eating by himself.

Wang Jingwei saw that he and Zhen Wen were very close, and he was a little cute, and he didn't blame him.

After the banquet, Wang Jingwei called Sato to a room alone.

"Section Chief Sato, the day after tomorrow is the inaugural meeting of the preparatory meeting to celebrate the second anniversary of the Nanjing government, and I can't help but feel ashamed to think that the elite of our telecommunications department has not even been able to crack the assassination operation. I want to keep Zhen Wen in Nanjing, what do you think? ”

Sato must have guessed his intentions, and he was not surprised, but said: "Greater Shanghai is an intelligence hub, and almost all the telegrams of the Yan'an military command are transmitted through there. In my opinion, Zhen Wen is more useful in Shanghai. ”

What Sato said made sense, although Wang Jingwei sighed, he was not reluctant.

Qu Zhenhai, the head of the Nanjing Military Command Station, received a call from Chongqing, and it was exactly those five words and two points. The meeting was being held in the puppet Nanjing government, which was secretly discussing how the assassination would proceed.

Zhen Wen was by mistake, and he didn't know that the military commander really assassinated Wang Jingwei, and in just one sentence, he actually saved Wang Jingwei's life.

Qu Zhenhai didn't know such a coincidence, and the assassination plan was already under arrest by Wang Jingwei.

The next day, Wang Jingwei did not show up, but arranged a banquet to entertain Zhen Wen.

Sato was also absent, and he was busy with a meeting of the Japanese military police in Nanjing.

During the banquet, the reception secretary gave Zhen Wen 20 gold bars in a box, saying that it was arranged by Wang Jingwei.

Zhen Wen resigned and accepted it several times, if he didn't accept it, it would not be in line with his work for money.

Besides, the mouth of a cannibal is short, and the hand of a man is short. Wang Jingwei is like this, just to pave the way for himself to be used in the future.

I don't know where the gold bars came from, so don't let it be in vain.

At ten o'clock in the morning of the 20th, Zhen Wen appeared in front of the puppet Nanjing government building with Sato.

Iwata Junkichi stood behind Sato, and in front of the stairs was a lecture platform with a microphone on it.

Surrounded by Japanese military police, there were also a large number of plainclothes mixed in with the crowd.

Upstairs, several open windows were secretly staffed with gunmen, and entrances and exits along several streets were blocked.

There are also gunmen on the opposite floor, and there are more than a dozen cars on the side street of the building, which can be activated at any time to arrest the fugitives.

There weren't many people ahead, many young and middle-aged people were kept out of the streets, and most of the women and elderly people who could get in.

Even so, everyone who came in was searched.

Qu Zhenhai saw that the search was very strict, and he couldn't get past with a gun at all. Unwilling, he secretly handed over the gun to his subordinates, so that everyone would not pass.

Instead, he straightened his clothes and walked towards the checkpoint.