On the surface of the Heilongjiang River under the full moon, there was a little scaly light with the night breeze.

A simple raft made up of round logs was pushed onto the river from the shore by four silhouettes. After whispering, the four silhouettes jumped on the raft and slowly rowed towards the north bank of the river.

The sound of paddling doesn't sound loud, but on the quiet surface of the river, it seems unusually clear.

Just when the raft was about to arrive in the heart of the river, a sudden motor sound rang. The sound came very quickly. It took only two or three minutes. A beam of searchlight light appeared on the river surface, and it swept away from the four-person raft. Passed by, but soon came back and shining directly on the raft.

Immediately afterwards, without any warning, the machine gun on the patrol boat exploded, and the barrage swept across the sky, blowing up a splash of spray on the water.

The four people on the small raft were obviously also very alert people. The moment the searchlight came, they had jumped into the water.

The patrol boat drove over and stopped at the original position of the raft. Several Japanese soldiers wearing steel helmets stood on the side of the ship, shooting into the water while shouting loudly. The searchlights on the speedboat searched all around, and finally crossed the middle line of the river and found a person who had been poking his head from not far away.

The machine gun on the patrol boat exploded again, exploding blood at the person's location.

At this moment, the lights of two searchlights came from the direction of the north side of the middle line of the river, and then the sound of guns sounded, and a huge splash of water exploded on the side of the Japanese patrol boat. Before the Japanese on the patrol boat could react, There was another gunshot. The shell was hit very accurately. It was in the middle of the stern of the patrol boat. A huge fire burst into the sky. The shell hit the fuel tank of the patrol boat and caused the fuel to explode. The whole patrol boat was soon in a deafening explosion. Turned into a ball of fire.

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In the early morning, the sea and sky in the east had just become white, and Victor, who was still asleep, was awakened by the roar of cannons.

Suddenly sitting up from the bed, he subconsciously reached out to touch the gun under the pillow, but suddenly remembered that he hadn't been on the front line for a long time.

After a sigh of relief, he softened his somewhat stiff body and lay back on the pillow.

Sophia, who was sleeping on the side, also woke up. She stretched one arm over and put it on Victor's chest, and said vaguely: "It's only what time, why are those guys crazy?"

Victor wiped his face, woke up, and said, "It's okay, I guess it will stop in a while."

After speaking, he rolled over and took Sophia into his arms, ready to sleep for a while.

As a result, unlike what he expected, the rumble of the cannon lasted for more than ten minutes without any intention of stopping.

Victor couldn't lie down a bit. He had just forgotten it. At this time, it should be two guns that were firing at intervals of about seven or eight seconds. In this moment, hundreds of shells were shot out.

This is not a provocation, this is a war!

Turning over and sitting up on the bed, Victor reached out and took the phone on the bedside table to connect to the front army command line. The result was that a Japanese patrol boat broke into the Soviet Union’s river surface two hours ago. A battle with a patrol boat of the border guards resulted in two deaths and four injuries of the Soviet army, and one patrol boat was seriously damaged.

The commander was very angry at the provocation of the Japanese army, so he asked the border guards to fight back. At the same time, he also lodged a protest with the Japanese consulate in Khabarovsk, demanding that the Japanese surrender the perpetrator.

Well, what you said is what you said, Victor was too lazy to ask, and hung up the phone.

To be honest, during this period of time, Victor has been able to see that his identity as a base camp representative is not very useful in the Far Eastern Front. Comrade Apanashenko took care of this front as an iron bucket. Enter.

Fortunately, Victor did not come to the Far East to investigate the Far East Front Army. He is not rare. He is too lazy to put his hot face on the cold **** of others. As long as the front side can provide cooperation at critical moments, it is enough. .

Seeing him hung up, Sophia leaned over and asked, "What happened?"

"Nothing," Victor finally stopped sleeping. He leaned back on the bed and lay down in a comfortable position. "The headquarters said that a Japanese patrol boat broke through last night. Entering the river surface here, they also clashed with the border guards. They are now bombarding with revenge."

"Oh?" Sophia clung to him and said, "It seems that General Apanashenko really can't help it. Maybe you need to send a report to Moscow to reflect the true situation here. one time."

Victor shook his head, and he didn't bother to do such an unpleasant and thankless thing.

Sophia saw his unwillingness to be troublesome, so she stopped talking about the subject. She rolled her eyes, and suddenly put a hand between Victor's legs, and at the same time, she touched the sensitive part of his chest and kissed. : "Since you can't sleep, you don't want to do anything else?"

Victor chuckled and reached out to hold her back of the head, pushing her toward his lower body.

Just when Victor was learning the artillery of the Front Army and was about to fire two guns before dawn, in the NKVD building across the street, the diligent Major Besonov was directing the intelligence analysis in the intelligence analysis room. The personnel worked overtime to sort out the information.

The materials distributed to all intelligence analysts were obviously immersed in water, because all documents were written with brushes or pens, so after immersion in water, many handwritings began to quickly become blurred.

The most terrible thing is that these materials are all written in Chinese, and if you want to sort them out, you need a specialized translator to translate.

In order to preserve these materials to the maximum extent, Besonov had very limited time available, and he had to mobilize more people to do this.

Beside the desk, Besonov frowned. The intelligence compiled by dozens of intelligence analysts was immediately sent to his desk. According to his order, all intelligence documents cannot simply be dated. To sort, but to arrange according to the correlation between each other-intelligence work needs to pay attention to the correlation between events and events, characters and characters, rather than simply sorting by time as in a calendar.

When the first ray of sunlight in the morning came in from the window, Besonov's hand reading the document stopped, and a name in the document jumped into his eyelid, making the trace of sleepiness he had just risen. And fly.

Naoki Yamamoto!

This person's name appeared in this information provided by China's domestic friendly party.

In this document, there is also a photo that has been soaked in water and wrinkled and discolored. Fortunately, the name of the person marked at the back of the photo has not completely faded. Therefore, the translator put a note on the photo.

In the photo is a group photo. There are six people in total. They are all wearing Japanese military uniforms. Among the six people, Besonov not only found Naoki Yamamoto, but also a figure who was highly concerned by the Soviet NKVD: Yoshiro Suma.

The NKVD is concerned about this Yoshiro Suma because this person is not only the Japanese ambassador to Spain, but also the person in charge of Japan’s so-called “Eastern Organ”, and this “Eastern Organ” was established in Spain. It is specifically responsible for recruiting foreign spies for the Japanese. In the past few years, the NKVD has had more than one "handling" with them.

Since this Yamamoto Naoki is related to Suma Yoshiro, it means that he has a problem, and Batacha, who has been close to him, must also have a problem.

Although this Batacha is not the most concerned one of Besonov's three suspects, since he is suspicious, it shows that Besonov has made achievements, which is the most important point.

Controlling his excitement, Besonov put the papers in his hand on the table and stretched out his hand to pull the bell.

As the jingle bell rang, everyone's attention was drawn to the huge intelligence analysis room.

"Now, everyone pays attention to one piece of information," Besonov stood up and said loudly, "A Japanese named Yamamoto Naoki, I need all the information related to him."

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"Ring Ling Ling..."

An anxious phone ring rang in the bedroom.

Victor, who was kneeling on the bed and swaying his body vigorously, was taken aback by the sudden ringtone. As soon as his tight body was loosened, all of his energy was poured out.

He was dressed coarsely and tried to put Sophia's legs down on his shoulders, but he was entangled in the opponent tightly and couldn't get rid of it.

"Let me answer the call," Victor patted her plump thigh, panting.

Sophia still crossed his legs, just stretched a hand over, fumbled on the bedside table, and pulled the phone receiver over for him.

Victor took a sigh of relief and waited until his breath calmed down before he brought the phone to his ear.

Besonov’s excited voice was heard on the phone immediately: "Comrade committee members, I think we have caught the tail of the mouse."

Victor was shocked and blurted out, "Tell me the good news about you."

Besonov began to talk about his findings on the phone. Victor listened very carefully. For him, regardless of whether the Jew was related to the previous leaks, as long as he could identify the guy and the lurking personnel associated with him If it is found out, even if his mission in the Far East is completed, it also means that he can return to Moscow.

Yes, Victor can't wait to return to Moscow and enter his new position.