The next day, when Zhu Muyun first arrived at the secret service, he found a team of Japanese military police. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info fully armed and ready for battle. It seems that the extra-high class has finally begun to intervene. Outside Zeng Shan's office, Zhu Muyun also met an acquaintance: Zhang Baipeng.

"Brother Zhang, is your body recovering?" Zhu Muyun hadn't seen Zhang Baipeng for a while, and last time he broke two ribs, it seems that he has almost recovered.

"It's basically okay, Zhu Jun, I haven't thanked you yet." Zhang Baipeng bowed to Zhu Muyun, he still owed Zhu Muyun the medical bills.

"That's good, Brother Li?" Zhu Muyun asked.

"He's almost better, too." Zhang Baipeng said with a smile.

"You're in a high class now?" Zhu Muyun asked.

"I'm temporarily working as a translator in the special high class, and I heard that you are a liaison officer in the secret service, and if there is anything in the future, the main thing is for us to communicate." Zhang Baipeng said with a smile.

"You are a translator?" Zhu Muyun was surprised, he had already concluded that Zhang Baipeng must be Japanese. Let the Japanese be interpreters in the special high school class, and with their arrogance, they will naturally not be in charge.

"Please take care of me in the future." Zhang Baipeng bowed again and said heavily.

"You are a great translator, please take care of me in the future." Zhu Muyun said quietly.

In the eyes of outsiders, Zhang Baipeng is definitely Chinese. If you want to have a good relationship with the special high school, you must first have a good relationship with Zhang Baipeng. Only Zhu Muyun knows that Zhang Baipeng is an authentic Japanese. Moreover, he is also a professional intelligence officer.

As for why Zhang Baipeng served as a translator in the special high class, Zhu Muyun has no way of knowing for the time being. But he will be more vigilant, Zhang Baipeng is absolutely mysterious in doing this.

"Zhu Muyun, do you know this translator?" After Sun Minghua waited for Zhu Muyun to arrive at the Intelligence Department, he called Zhu Muyun to his office.

"I met not long ago." Zhu Muyun said noncommittally that the more ambiguous his relationship with Zhang Baipeng, the better.

"You're lucky, when you call him out for a meal and play cards together." Sun Minghua said.

"I'll talk about it when I have time." Zhu Muyun said lightly.

"With the assistance of the gendarmerie today, there will definitely be a gain. Zhu Muyun, you have only one task, you have to invite Zhang Yi to have a meal with you at noon no matter what. Sun Minghua said.

"Translator Zhang has only just taken office, so he may not be invited." Zhu Muyun frowned.

"People always have to eat, and you can eat sushi." Sun Minghua said with a smile. As the head of the intelligence section, if he can't have a good relationship with the people in the special high class, he won't be able to sit in this position.

Zhang Baipeng, as a translator, did not participate in the specific action. He followed Ono over, and he only came to the secret service to show his face. Zhang Baipeng did not refuse Zhu Muyun's invitation. It's just that he already has an appointment at noon. Zeng Shan naturally would not let go of such an opportunity, Sun Minghua and Zhu Muyun were just accompanied.

"Director Zeng, the intelligence of the three senior Communist Party cadres is reliable, right?" Zhang Baipeng asked.

"The intelligence is absolutely reliable." Sun Minghua swore and said.

"Do you know who it is?" Zhang Baipeng asked again.

"It should be an important cadre of the party committee of the Hunan-Hubei-Henan border region, and it may be a secretary." Sun Minghua said: If we can catch the secretary of the party committee of the Hunan-Hubei-Henan border region, who has just been founded by the Communist Party, then the intelligence section's face will be wide this time.

"Even if you turn Gu Xing upside down this time, you must catch people." Zeng Shan said firmly.

"Director Zeng is very confident." Zhang Baipeng said that he is very clear about the ability of the secret service, and that there are more than enough failures due to insufficient success.

Although Zhang Baipeng agreed to eat, he didn't drink a drop of alcohol. It's not that he can't drink, it's that he can't drink because he has something to do in the afternoon. He doesn't drink, and no one else can enjoy it. What was supposed to take a few hours was over in less than an hour.

"Zhu Jun, do you think you can catch the important cadres of the Communist Party?" After Zhang Baipeng returned to the secret service, he called Zhu Muyun over to chat.

"It's hard to say." Zhu Muyun said.

"Your intelligence chief is too confident." Zhang Baipeng said with some concern.

His identity, not to mention the secret service, even if it is a special high class, is also confidential. Although Jiro Ono had taught him lessons, Ono did not know his true identity. Zhang Baipeng's translation seems to be unimportant, but in fact, he can supervise and review the special high school and the secret service.

"The intelligence will definitely not be fake, and if you can't catch someone, it's also the reason for the action team." Zhu Muyun said.

"This information was discovered by your Deputy Section Chief Zhao, right?" Zhang Baipeng asked.

"Not bad." Zhu Muyun nodded.

"Go and call him." Zhang Baipeng always felt unsteady.

Zhang Baipeng is in the secret service, and whenever he has time, he talks to all kinds of people. His identity is special, and he quickly figured out the situation of the secret service.

The more Zhang Baipeng learned about the situation of the secret service, the less confident he was in this operation. Regardless of the authenticity of the information, even if the information is true, there is a risk that the secret service will leak the situation. If the information is not leaked by luck, with the execution of the action team, it may not be able to catch people.

In the evening, Zhang Baipeng invited Zhu Muyun to have dinner together. This time there were only the two of them, first, Zhang Baipeng wanted to express his gratitude to Zhu Muyun, and second, he had something to say to Zhu Muyun. In Zhang Baipeng's mind, Zhu Muyun is a talent. can do the patrol police, you can know the situation of every household in the jurisdiction, such a patrol police is absolutely capable.

"Brother Zhang, when did you go to the special high school to take up your post?" Zhu Muyun readily agreed to Zhang Baipeng's invitation.

"Soon, a week." Zhang Baipeng said.

"You should have come to the Secret Service sooner, so I could congratulate you sooner." Zhu Muyun pretended to be unhappy and said.

"During this time, the special high school is busier than the secret service, how can I have time to come out." Zhang Baipeng said casually.

"You're just a translator, what's there to be busy with." Zhu Muyun asked puzzled.

"The special high class not only has to investigate the anti-Japanese elements, but also has to investigate the ...... internally, and you can't understand these things." Zhang Baipeng said.

"That's what I'm best at, or patrolling." Zhu Muyun said self-deprecatingly.

Zhang Baipeng's "internal investigation" surprised him very much. The anomaly of the extra-high class these days, is it the internal investigation? But the Japanese have always been monolithic, so how could there be civil strife?

"I appreciate your patrols, and now there are not many Chinese who are as patient and meticulous as you." Zhang Baipeng said.

"Brother Zhang, is Brother Li's leg okay?" Zhu Muyun asked.

"He's healing soon, and he'll see you soon." Zhang Baipeng said meaningfully.