thefictionvixens Chapter 55: Using "Chief Qi's" voice to transmit intelligence
Chapter 55: Using "Chief Qi's" voice to transmit intelligence
After Feng Chengcheng left at night, Han Zhenhua went into his bedroom, locked the doors and windows, and first removed a painting from the wall. Inside the painting, there was a tiny safe that had been tightly cemented into the wall!
He first inserted the key and turned it three times, then entered the combination lock. After opening the outermost thick iron door, there was another small iron door inside. He opened that as well, he solemnly took out his greatest reliance as a transmigrator!
To prevent me from accidentally damaging the phone and charger, I had him fully charge the phone first, then switch it to the "highest power-saving mode" (in case the battery was damaged if it wasn't charged for a long time) before putting it in the safe, and check it every three days (in case it became unresponsive after a long period of disuse)!
After taking it out this time, I first looked at the family photo on my phone's screen saver for a while, sighed, then opened the phone's AI and entered: "The movements of the National Revolutionary Army and the Japanese Army from March to April 1938?"
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In the stillness of the night, Han Zhenhua sat alone in his study, the lamp casting a dim, yellowish glow.
The phone screen was lit up, displaying a dense array of information retrieved by the AI: the main participating units and initial movements of the Japanese army in the second phase of its offensive (from mid-March 1938), including 3 main Class A divisions of the Japanese North China Area Army and 4 main Class A divisions of the Japanese Central China Expeditionary Army, totaling 7 divisions and 200,000 troops!
并配有420辆坦克（满编每甲种师团，两个战车大队共60辆坦克）和700门重炮（每师团100门），战马6650匹（每师团一个骑兵联队950人）
Han Zhenhua's gaze swept over the unit numbers, commanders' names, and attack routes—these were the results of countless soldiers' blood and lives, now clearly displayed at his fingertips. A heavy sense of mission weighed on his heart.
He took a deep breath and took out a specially prepared piece of paper—a meticulously crafted replica of a "Top-Grade Supplier of Yangcheng Lake Hairy Crabs" order contract—as well as a bottle of invisible ink from St. John's University.
Carefully dipping the nib of his pen in the solution, he began to write down the most crucial intelligence summary in tiny handwriting on the back of the order contract.
He knew that "details determine success or failure." He did not omit any part of the content, ensuring that the information was extremely concise yet core, including the designations, commanders, attack axes, strategic intentions, and timing of all the main Japanese attacking units.
"...Three Japanese divisions in North China advanced southward along the Longhan Railway, with the enemy's 5th Division under Banyuan Zhengshilang launching a strong attack on Linyi......Four Japanese divisions in Central China advanced westward along the Jinpu Railway, including the enemy's 9th Division..., 10th Division..., 13th Division..., and 6th Division headquarters......The Japanese army intends to advance from the north and east to launch a pincer attack on the strategically important Xuzhou..."
After writing several thousand words, he carefully checked them to make sure that the writing was completely dry and left no trace.
Since his transmigration, aside from the time he plagiarized a thesis, he had never written this many words before. After moving his numb wrists,
He then muttered through gritted teeth, "You damn Japanese, I'll skin you alive this time, or I'll be letting down the name 'Zhenhua' that my father gave me!"
Although the gap in national strength, military power, and combat effectiveness between the two sides was enormous before the outbreak of the Pacific War in 1942, making a decisive victory impossible, the US would still manage to break a few more of the other's teeth!
After a moment of fierce determination, he finally put this special "order" into an ordinary business envelope. The envelope was written in neat handwriting: "No. 15 Rue de Peyton, French Concession, Rongchang Trading Company, General Manager Zheng Shisong." The sender's address and seal were a fictitious "Suzhou Crab Farm."
What he didn't know was that this time, the intelligence gathering was not as smooth as the previous three times, and the variables appeared in an unbelievable way!
The next morning, he personally dropped the letter into the "Express Registered Mail" mailbox at a post office in the neighborhood.
After completing all this, he returned to the villa and calculated the arrival time of the email.
Around 3 p.m., he estimated that the "high-priced registered express" mail had entered the French Concession postal system and would probably be delivered early the next morning or afternoon.
He took out his phone again and opened an AI voice simulation app, a feature he discovered when he was bored. It could imitate a variety of voices.
He carefully selected the slightly hoarse, magnetic, and somewhat bureaucratic voice of "Director Qi" from the popular TV series "In the Name of Someone" in his previous life, and adjusted his speaking speed and tone.
Then I entered all the information I wanted to use to make the call!
Recalling Wang Tianmu's talent of "having an unforgettable memory," he still felt a chill in his heart.
Therefore, he absolutely could not use his own voice anymore. He would let Wang Tianmu believe that his original voice was that of his heroic and fearless brother-in-law, "Crow" Lin Wuyai, who had died a martyr. He would then remember the voice of "Chief Qi" from now on.
Furthermore, I absolutely cannot face Wang Tianmu again. I must quickly give him a great achievement so that he can be promoted and given an important position, and leave Shanghai for the world!
The ability to remember everything you hear is terrifying!
This also prevented the Japanese Army's No. 76 Special Agent Headquarters from being wiped out by the entire Shanghai station led by him as soon as it was established at the end of the year, thus avoiding the complete annihilation of the Shanghai station, which was full of "ace agents"!
After everything was arranged, he took four British sailors to a secluded public telephone booth in the French Concession. After positioning the four sailors a dozen meters away from him, he instructed them in English, "I need to make an important call to my source of stock information to see if there are any opportunities to make money in the near future!"
Since we've already made two big profits in the stock market and are well-known in Shanghai's securities industry, there's no guarantee that someone won't tap on my villa's phone. So, using a public phone is the safest option!
So Mike, Jones, David, Jack, don't let anyone near me until I finish this call."
Han Zhenhua knew that "details determine success or failure; being overly cautious a thousand times won't matter, but carelessness once could cost you your life..."
The four British soldiers' eyes lit up when they heard about "stocks, opportunities to make a fortune! and a perfectly reasonable explanation for fear of being wiretapped"—the sailors who had already made a fortune. Company Commander Mike quickly added, "My esteemed King Solomon of the East, rest assured, not a single fly will be able to get in until you finish this important call!"
After he finished speaking, the four sailors were all on high alert. Webberly first lit his revolver before putting it into his trench coat, and then gripped the pistol tightly in his right hand!
Seeing the four men facing a formidable enemy, Han Zhenhua smiled and walked into the phone booth. After inserting a coin and connecting the call, he said to the operator, "Hello, please connect to 'Rongchang Trading Company, Beidan Road'!"
Then, turn on your phone and wait for the other end to answer before playing the magnetic baritone voice of "Chief Qi" that has already been generated!
On Rue Pétain in the French Concession, on the third floor of the "Rongchang Trading Company".
On-duty agent Zhao Xiaodao was yawning, while another agent, Qian Qingfu, was wiping his pistol.
Suddenly, the crucial black telephone on the table rang shrilly.
The two of them were startled and immediately looked at each other.
Stationmaster Wang Tianmu's death order echoed in his ears like a warning bell.
Zhao Xiaodao quickly grabbed the receiver and gestured to Qian Qingfu with his eyes.
Qian Qingfu understood immediately and pressed a hidden button on the table to turn on the recorder.
"Hello, this is Rongchang Trading Company." Zhao Xiaodao tried to make his voice sound calm and normal.
On the other end of the phone came a slightly deep male voice with a strange accent (as if deliberately affected). His speech was slow, yet carried an unyielding authority.
"Hello, I'm looking for your General Manager Zheng Shisong, Mr. Wang."
"General Manager Zheng Shisong... Mr. Wang?!" Zhao Xiaodao's heart skipped a beat!