(The update was not interrupted yesterday because it was reviewed and passed at noon today.)

(I'm very sorry!)

Ten years on the river and lake road, there are many people talking about the same pot of porridge.

Southern accent and northern accent, Wu Nong Chu dialect.

If you talk in a contemplative way, you can talk for a lifetime. If you don't talk in a contemplative way, you will get bored after just two sentences.

"Why should I trust you?"

An Hai did not continue to fight with Li Jumei, but asked a key question.

Li Jumei did not explain, because there were some things that did not require explanation.

Nothing said between the two could be trusted.

The reason why they are still sitting face to face is that they are talking to each other.

"Fengming Castle!"

"We don't have much time!"

If Han Youjie and Chen Zhen were here, they would definitely be shocked.

How did this Hua Dan know such a top secret?

Could it be that the Muto Organization has been infiltrated into a sieve?

After Li Jumei finished speaking, she took out her thick wallet, took out a thick stack of money, and put it on the table.

"This is a thank you fee. You are indeed much poorer than Mr. Du!"

After saying these annoying words, Li Jumei walked away.

An Hai didn't care. He had been living in such poverty for two or three years. When life became difficult, he took his younger brother to the dock to move goods.

There are two thousand yuan in money, which is also the maximum amount that Li Jumei's delicate wallet can hold.

An Hai counted out three hundred and twenty yuan, put it on the table, put on his hat, and walked away.

The dues have finally been paid!

An Hai was busy all day and it was already late at night when he returned to the apartment.

The old Russian lady kept complaining in English, Russian, German, and Chinese that he didn't understand. The resentment in her heart could lift the roof off the house.

It's really unreasonable to say that he only pays so little rent and refuses to provide food, but makes her have to get out of bed and open the door for him late every night.

An Hai was speechless and could only comfort her with a few words, promising not to default on next month's rent, and then persuaded the sturdy old lady to sleep in her room.

Seeing the old lady leaving the room muttering, he opened the wooden door of the attic.

Several huge mice heard the noise and fled in all directions, squeaking, but the pastries hanging from the beams were safe.

But the hemp rope holding the dinner was bitten by the mouse and fell to the ground.

The rats in Harbin have all become sperm, and there is no way they can't find. As long as there is food, they will exist. It seems that I really need to raise a cat to visit the nursing home.

A big hole was opened in the cloth bag for dinner, and a large piece of the cold cornmeal cake was chewed away by the sharp teeth.

An Hai rubbed the nicks that had been gnawed by mice and the dust away. He bit the pancake in his mouth, not caring whether he choked or not. He immediately felt the unique sweet aroma of cornmeal in his mouth.

There is no shortage of food in the Northeast, but there is no shortage of poor people either.

Especially for a poor man like him!

An Hai was so hungry that his heart was pressed against his back. He swallowed hastily and took out small and large pieces of paper from his pocket.

These scraps of paper are the information he needs now, and they must not be lost or left behind.

I laboriously sorted and spliced ​​them with one hand to form six simple maps drawn with pencil.

This is a map of the Navy Club.

There is a confidential document locked inside.

The secret codes used to transmit messages need to be changed from time to time.

Whether it is the army or the navy, the purpose of doing this is to prevent the secret code from being deciphered and the march plan from falling into the hands of the enemy.

The Japanese Navy's secret code needs to be replaced, and the person who holds this secret is in the Navy Headquarters.

Assassins are very similar to spies, that is, if they miss a target, they immediately leave and look for the next key target.

Only a two-handed swordsman like Lao Yu would make whimsical preparations to attack the next deputy chief of staff of the Kwantung Army.

Extremely stupid!

Northeast China has been defined as the rear area by the Japanese military, and even Kyushu and Hiroshima are important after it.

Those major measures will definitely give priority to the Northeast.

This is a political necessity!

After An Hai came out of home this morning, he first sent the carved wax plates to the comrades in charge of printing.

This is the most important thing. In suffering, only faith can give people hope.

He asked the comrade in charge of printing to do him a small favor, which was to go to the French Concession to buy the "Beijing-Tianjin News" and "North China Economic News" and other Japanese newspapers that had been available for the past half month.

In particular, traitors and pro-Japanese elements founded Chinese newspapers such as "Tianjin Sun News", "East Asia Morning News" and "China-US Evening News", and left behind three yuan.

The sources of intelligence are diversified and can be found from all aspects. You cannot just rely on Marlin Cafe.

Besides, he didn't have enough money to pay the intelligence broker.

News in newspapers is very useful. When a big shot travels, the earth must be shaken.

This saves a lot of trouble, especially when planning an assassination operation. These Japanese newspapers will definitely provide him and the field team with some very useful background information.

He hid the newspaper, picked up the cold water, and took a sip.

An Hai hesitated for a long time, then walked out of the room and went to knock on the small room next to it that was converted into a toilet.

Miss Zhang was obviously sleeping and said through the door that she would be over soon.

Beauty loves beauty. When An Hai returned to the room, he heard her rushing downstairs to wash up.

Five minutes later, Miss Zhang appeared in front of him with a cautious expression and her hair intact.

An Hai said first that I had already had dinner, so he brought a piece of cake covered with one inch of fresh cream and half a red cherry on top to her.

This is a rare item. With Miss Zhang’s salary, she needs to pay rent and live, and she cannot afford such expensive snacks.

After An Hai finished speaking, he looked at the cream and swallowed, and then hung the carton containing the other cake on the beam with a hemp rope.

The rest of the scene was very warm. Anhai read the Chinese newspaper, and Miss Zhang ate the cake with a spoon while reading the Japanese newspaper carefully.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! News of Eryu's assassination can be found in newspapers in both languages, but they are all after-the-fact reports and have no use value.

I don’t know if this group of pro-Japanese elements is stupid, but they actually made their master’s scandal public. It’s incredible.

Although the cake is delicious, it is only a small piece, which is just a few bites.

Beautiful things are like this, fleeting.

After eating the delicious cake, Miss Zhang went downstairs to borrow some tea leaves from the old Russian lady, made a pot of tea, and brought two clean teacups from her room.

"What a shame!"

"You should come back early."

"We have neither milk nor sugar here, so we can't make Western tea."

“But Russian black tea is still good!”

Miss Zhang put the teapot on An Hai's simple table and said helplessly.

An Hai never liked adding sugar to tea and could not understand this way of drinking tea.

But he has stopped arguing with others for a long time, and even speaking is a burden.

Miss Zhang knew An Hai's temperament and was not angry. Instead, she continued to read the newspaper and wait for the tea to taste.

Three minutes later, Miss Zhang put down the newspaper in her hand and gave An Hai a cup of hot tea.

The attic was not warm. An Hai took the tea cup and did not drink it immediately. Instead, he held it in his hand to soothe his cold hands.

Miss Zhang likes this down-and-out young master very much. She doesn’t fight with her husband, but fights for him!

Although his appearance is not very handsome and his temperament is not pleasant, he is just not irritating.

This may be what the book says is the overflow of maternal love.

"The newspaper said that Eryu of the Kwantung Army was assassinated!"

Only then did An Hai drink the tea in his hand. Hearing Miss Zhang's inquiry, he smiled and said, "Yes."

"But it's a pity that the lives of bad guys are very long. This relative of the emperor did not die and did not go to see their Amaterasu."

It was impossible for An Hai to tell her that the person who carried out the assassination mission was the sunshine boy who had greeted her a while ago, and it was also impossible for An Hai to tell her his true identity.

In the past days, he only let her know that he was an unemployed and down-and-out young man who made a living by translating English novels.
To be continued...