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In the deep winter of Shanghai, the cold wind cut through every inch of the city’s skin, and the streets were shrouded in the shadows of war and despair. Inside the secret base of the American Side at Shanghai Station, the atmosphere was even more suffocating than the chill outside. Just as everyone was busy preparing for their next move, a sudden commotion erupted from the radio room—there was a malfunction.
This unexpected turn of events was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, sending ripples in every direction. The radio was the eyes and voice of the American Side in this turbulent world of espionage; it was their lifeline to maintain contact with their headquarters in Chongqing, various branches, and even allied intelligence agencies. Now that it was down, all information transmission and command reception fell into a deadlock, throwing the entire Shanghai station into chaos.
Lin Feng was present at the American Side base as a special consultant. Although he held the title of consultant, both sides understood the unspoken truth: the American Side was both wary and opportunistic towards him, a defector from Wang Wei’s camp. Lin Feng, on his part, used this identity to seek opportunities to unearth more treasures for the American Side. Upon hearing about the radio malfunction, he felt a flicker of excitement; this might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
He quickly made his way to the radio room without revealing his intentions. Inside, it was a scene of disarray; technicians were sweating profusely as they scrambled to fix the malfunctioning radio. Wires and parts were strewn across the floor, and a pungent burnt smell filled the air, indicating that some crucial component had burned out. The indicator lights on the radio flickered erratically, emitting a crackling noise as if it were groaning in pain.
Lin Feng entered the room and feigned concern as he asked, “What happened? Why did the radio break down so suddenly?” A technician looked up with a frustrated expression and replied, “I don’t know what went wrong; it was working fine just a moment ago before smoke started billowing out. Now we have completely lost signal, and no matter how we troubleshoot it, nothing works!” With that, he lowered his head again to continue working frantically with his colleagues.
Lin Feng knew time was of the essence; he had to seize this fleeting opportunity. Casually approaching the transmitter, he quickly scanned the control panel while recalling his self-taught knowledge of radio operation. During his time undercover at Wang Wei's Secret Service Agency, he had diligently studied radio technology in his spare time to prepare for various emergencies. He became familiar with different types of radios and mastered several transmission techniques; now, all that knowledge was finally coming into play.
Clearing his throat, he said to the technicians, “I’ve worked with radios before at Wang Wei’s place; let me give it a try. I might be able to help.” The technicians were already overwhelmed and desperate for solutions. Although they had doubts about Lin Feng’s capabilities, they had no better options and reluctantly stepped aside to give him space.
Standing in front of the transmitter, Lin Feng took a deep breath and placed his hands firmly on the keyboard. He pretended to check for faults while casually adjusting several knobs and secretly tuning into one of the American Side's common frequencies. Then, relying on his memory, he quickly typed out key information regarding U.S. Aid Material Flow to China. This intelligence detailed an important shipment of aid supplies that had recently arrived in Shanghai from America—the transportation routes, storage locations, and intended distribution by the American Side.
For the American Side, this information was invaluable. At that moment, their hospitals were facing severe shortages of medicines and equipment; many wounded soldiers were dying due to lack of timely medical care. This shipment included large quantities of urgently needed antibiotics and surgical instruments; if they could intercept some of these supplies based on this intelligence, countless lives could be saved.
Lin Feng's fingers flew across the keyboard like an exhilarating battle song; each keystroke carried hope and purpose. He tried to shorten transmission time to avoid raising suspicion while ensuring that all information was complete and accurate. The transmitted intelligence formed a series of mysterious codes that traversed through the cold air toward distant destinations within the American Side.
However, danger loomed closer. Just as Lin Feng was about to finish transmitting, an observant Military Intelligence Agent seemed to notice something amiss. Furrowing his brow, he scrutinized Lin Feng's back and suspiciously asked, “Lin Consultant, you’ve been at this for quite some time—are you making any progress? Something feels off.”
Lin Feng's heart raced at this unexpected scrutiny but maintained an outward calmness. Without turning around, he replied nonchalantly, “Don’t worry; radio malfunctions can be complex. I’m currently troubleshooting key issues. We can’t rush this—one small mistake could render the entire radio useless.” As he spoke, he hastened his movements while discreetly pressing a destruction key to wipe all transmission records clean.
The agent remained skeptical but seeing Lin Feng’s confident demeanor made him hesitant to press further. Meanwhile, technicians urged him from nearby: “Lin Consultant, please hurry! The headquarters is waiting for our response!” Lin Feng acknowledged them with a nod before pretending to adjust a few more buttons. Then he stood up and feigned regret as he said, “The damage is too severe; it won’t be fixed anytime soon without replacing several critical components. I suggest you contact backup radios immediately so we don’t delay important matters.”
With no other options left, everyone reluctantly followed Lin Feng’s advice and scrambled to prepare backup radios while Lin Feng seized this chance to exit the radio room. On the surface, he appeared calm while inside his heart raced like a drumbeat. He knew he had just completed an extremely dangerous mission; although he had temporarily deceived everyone at the American Side, there was no guarantee that he wouldn’t be discovered later on. However, at this moment, joy and anticipation filled him as he envisioned wounded soldiers in American Side hospitals receiving much-needed supplies that would rekindle their hopes for survival.
Once back in his room, Lin Feng quickly adjusted himself mentally and began contemplating his next steps. He understood that once the American Side discovered any intelligence leaks, they would launch an intense investigation; thus he needed to prepare defenses ahead of time. He meticulously checked for any suspicious traces left behind in his room while also preparing for potential interrogations ahead—a battle of wits against the American Side was about to unfold.
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