In the corner of the dinner party, beside a sofa, Gao Dahong leaned half against the sofa armrest with his left hand, and a cane on his right hand, squinted his eyes and formed his own style.

"Chief Gao, Mr. Jin Yong brought it."

Zhou Yi was wearing a suit and stood beside him with his hands behind his back.

Chen Han had a guilty smile on his face, and he bowed to Gao Dahong and said, "Chief Gao."

Chen Han's expression was very suitable. Any official from the puppet Manchukuo couldn't help but feel sweaty when he saw the secret service department.

Chief Gao raised his head and swept Chen Han from bottom to top, finally frozen on Chen Han's face, squinted his eyes, looked at Chen Han in a narrow voice and said, "Mr. Jin Yong, I like your "Little Li Flying Knife" very much."

"Thank you, Chief Gao, for your appreciation." Chen Han quickly bent down and smiled.

In the distance, Secretary-General Huang, Chief Lu and other bureaucrats glanced from afar, with alertness in their eyes.

It can be seen that although Gao Dahong is a member of the bureaucratic system, he wanders alone on the edge of the bureaucratic system, and other bureaucrats keep a distance and guard against him.

It puts it in a state of isolation and helplessness and self-contained state.

There is no way, the secret service department is like this. It is a low-ranking position and powerful person. It is the sword of the superior. It is necessary to deal with communist spies and national spies outside, and to collect the situation of colleagues inside, beware of rebellion and surrender to the enemy.

In contrast, corruption, bribery, abuse of power, etc.

It's all a trivial matter in war.

Especially for puppet regimes like the puppet Manchukuo, it would be strange if you are not greedy. Chief Gao is also very greedy. However, as the spy chief of the puppet Manchukuo regime, Gao Dahong faces more crises, so he naturally develops the characteristics of being cunning. How can he get through today without any treacherous means?

Gao Dahong clenched his cane and said, "Mr. Jin's works are widely circulated. I heard that there are many readers in Tianjin in Guanzhong."

"I wonder if Mr. Jin is willing to join my secret service department?"

"Recently, our Special Services Department has a "Literary Development Plan" that specializes in supporting outstanding talents like you, and has a considerable financial allowance every month."

"Twenty thousand Manchuria round." Gao Dahong raised a smile on the corner of his mouth and raised two fingers.

Even for a well-known writer like Chen Han, the 20,000 puppet Manchukuo Yuan every month is very attractive. After all, who doesn’t want a fixed income for free?

Haven’t you seen a hundred years later, Jiang Moubao, He Moubing and others are not short of food and clothing, but they still collect money and get it?

As for the "XX Plan" that is full of nonsense, it can be summarized as the "Traitor Training Plan".

The puppet Manchukuo and the Imperial Army are indeed in line with each other...

Should he pay for money to write some "Japan - A dose of Chinese medicine", "Why Japanese officials never corrupt", "Why Japanese officers never massacre" and "Why Japanese officers never engage in massacres?

Chen Han smiled contemptuously.

On the surface, he pretended to be a look of his eyes, showing a heart-warming look.

At this time, Zhou Yi's eyes swept around and gently took Chen Han's face. When he saw Chen Han's expression, he felt that the heat was almost the same.

He quickly seized the opportunity, bowed his head and whispered a few times to Gao Dahong. When Gao Dahong nodded, he began to pace around at night with a serious expression, sometimes staring at someone, sometimes approaching the window, lifting up the curtains to investigate.

However, when he lifted the curtains one time, he took out a cigarette box and took out a cigarette and lit it.

Across the hotel, comrades in an apartment received a signal and put down the curtains to prepare for action.

At this time, Chen Hanzheng and Gao Dahong were very excited. On the one hand, he said that he would not kill people and was not suitable for the secret service department, but on the other hand, he did not refuse. On the other hand, he showed his desire for money, while Gao Dahong followed the order and tempted people. On the other hand, he said that he didn't need to kill people and just carried a pen and wrote a book.

On the one hand, he said that newspaper serialization can help convey information, and give him a copy of the first draft in advance in the future. The intelligence team can use the content of each issue as a template to create a completely different Morse code.

To win over well-known figures in different social classes and industries as government intelligence is also one of the main responsibilities of the Special Services Department. Gao Dahong believes that with Chen Han's popularity and potential, he will become a trump card in the Pseudo Manchukuo Special Services Department in the future.

Just as Gao Dahong was talking about the excitement, Zhou Yi turned around and came back, lowered his head and said to him: "Chief Gao, there are some sneaky figures underneath."

"Hmm?" Chief Gao frowned.

"Organize a military police to clean up people." He ordered very simply.

"Yes, section chief." Zhou Yi nodded respectfully.

"Bang! Bang!"

At this time, several gunfires suddenly rang downstairs, and the searchlights on the gendarmerie truck illuminated the night. Several large searchlights were patrolling back and forth, sweeping through the dinner window on the third floor of the hotel. The bureaucrats in the dinner were all frightened.

The lady dancing on the dance floor, the female companion holding the bureaucratic arm.

"Wait! Wait!" At this moment, the glass window was broken by a few things.

I don't know if it's a grenade or a bullet.

In a panic, Chen Han clearly saw several stone bricks.

A scream rang out during the dinner.

The female companions and ladies ran away in chaos, and the bureaucrats were at a loss. The wine glasses were smashed to the ground. The flow of wine slipped over several ladies. The escaped waiter knocked the dining table over.

Four spy departments immediately pulled their guns to surround Gao Dahong. Zhou Yi held a gun in one hand and immediately protected Gao Dahong and Chen Han and shouted: "Protection Section Chief and Mr. Jin, go quickly!"

"Yes!" The section chiefs of the operation team immediately protected the two out of the banquet hall.

Soon, groups of bureaucrats fled from the third floor of the hotel under the escort of security, and came to the back door of the Marshall Hotel with a familiarity. Black dome cars were already waiting for the bosses to arrive at the back door.

"Get on the car." Gao Dahong patted Chen Han on the shoulder, and then he took Chen Han into the back row of the car. Zhou Yi opened the front door and quickly got into the driver's seat to start the car. Another spy sat in the passenger seat.

"Crazy." The other spies sat in the two cars behind, and a total of three spy departments drove away from the hotel quickly and rushed back towards the spy class.

Inside the car, Gao Dahong was holding a cane and his face was full of anger.

But he still suppressed his anger and smiled, "Mr. Jin, didn't you be scared?"

Chen Han raised his hand to wipe his forehead and sweated, squeezed out a smile and replied, "No, no..."

Since Chen Han was searched by two spies when he saw Gao Dahong and confirmed that he had no weapons on him, Gao Dahong was not worried about Chen Han's problems.

Little do you know that weapons don’t have to be hidden on them!

Zhou Yi was driving the car on the scheduled route. At this moment, two roadblocks suddenly appeared on the road ahead. He quickly turned around and asked, "Section Chief?"

"Run over!" Gao Dahong said.

"Bang bang bang!" Several comrades in Bingcheng who were ambushing the roadside suddenly rushed out. They were no longer holding pistols, but Japanese-armed rifles drawn from the organization's stronghold!

Several comrades leaned against the corner of the alley and raised their guns to aim, with their guns and excellent marksmanship.

Pull the trigger, pull the bolt, and the bullet breaks out of the chamber and rushes out!

"Bang! Bang!" Kill the co-pilot agent with two neat shots!

"Dadada...Dadada..." At this time, in the two cars behind Gao Dahong, several spies took out a few Thomson submachine guns from under the chairs, and each hand shot wildly at the alley through the window glass.

"Ding Ding Ding." The bullet shot through the car window glass and immediately suppressed the firepower of the ambushed Comrade. It turned out that Gao Dahong had already prepared!
Chapter completed!