My spy diary

Chapter 85 LA Code (please recommend and vote monthly)

When he received the call, Wang Xinheng was already having breakfast.

He got up early, practiced Wu Qin Xi for a while, washed up, and then slowly enjoyed breakfast.

His breakfast is also very rich, including seasonal vegetables, steamed buns, multi-grain steamed buns, milk, and fruits.

People say that when you are twenty, you want to have all the beauties in the world in your arms; when you are thirty, you want to capture all the wealth in the world; when you are forty, you want to control the wind and rain and have all the power in the world; when you are fifty, you know your destiny, but you want to grow up. Live to be a hundred years old.
For 40-year-old Wang Xinheng, safeguarding his current rights and striving for further progress are what he wants most.

Animals that live in groups will form a hierarchy, with those with lower status obeying those with higher status.

Those with high status have priority in eating, mating, and sleeping. These are rights.

Only with power can you dominate others.

When he heard the call from Yang Wenxuan, Wang Xinheng asked casually:
"Has anyone received it?"

Then when he heard that Zhang Yi had killed four Japanese spies, one of whom was suspected of being Akira Ono, he became a little uneasy.

What's the meaning? On the way back from a field mission, he made another meritorious deed by picking up sheep?
Is my attitude too cold?
Wang Xinheng reviewed himself in his mind and said anxiously:
"Take the bodies back to the office immediately and search their belongings carefully."

"What? Radio, and code book? Are you sure?"

Wang Xinheng was dumbfounded and asked quickly:

"Where is the codebook?

Zhang Yi’s personal preservation? What about others? Go to the hospital now?

Okay, okay, send him to the army hospital, be sure to check carefully, use the best doctors, and make sure there are no sequelae. This is a hero. "

After hanging up the phone, Wang Xinheng walked excitedly and smiled broadly.

Seeing that he had already picked up his gun, got dressed and was getting ready to go out, the cook stepped forward and said:
"Sir, you haven't finished your breakfast yet."

"If you skip one meal, you won't die of hunger." Wang Xinheng waved his hand impatiently and strode out.

The driver and secretary were already waiting outside the door. After getting in the car, he said calmly: "Go to the Army Hospital."

The secretary was puzzled and asked carefully:

"Section chief, the chief minister is going to hold a meeting this morning, and the section chiefs and deputy chiefs of several departments will participate."

"I'll call Adjutant Jia later and go to the hospital first."

Wang Xinheng waved his hand lightly. He knew that today's meeting was mainly about deciphering the radio codes of the Japanese and the Red Party. The heads of the telecommunications department and the main station would be present.

He didn't know how to decipher codes, but what strategic ideas could be as shocking as a code book?

Even if it cannot target all the Japanese military codes, it still has reference value and is always faster than a blind man touching an elephant.

It's better to get the code book first, Wang Xinheng thought happily.

Zhang Yi was admitted to the special care unit of the Army Hospital, and the wound was treated with a disinfectant pack again.

The doctors at the Army Hospital wear military uniforms and white coats, which gives them a unique style.

Moreover, all the nurses who come here are pretty. It does not mean that there are not some ugly nurses, and the ugly ones cannot get close to the front.

Zhang Yi enjoyed a luxurious treatment. As soon as he finished the inspection, he saw Wang Xinheng walking in with a smile and his hands behind his back. The secretary behind him was also carrying a fruit basket.

"Section Chief, why are you here?" Zhang Yi pretended to be excited and wanted to stand up. As soon as he moved, he was held down by Wang Xinheng who quickly stepped forward, holding his hand and saying with concern:
"As a member of your own family, there is no need to engage in these false rituals. The most important thing for you now is to take good care of yourself."

He smiled, then glanced at Yang Wenxuan who was waiting next to him, raised his eyebrows, and continued:
"I just realized that the firefight was so fierce and thrilling. Zhang Yi, you are really lucky."

"Haha, last night, Room A received the good news that you killed your enemy. The boss is very happy, and I am planning to hold a celebration ceremony for you.
Who would have thought that I would receive the news that you were injured? It’s embarrassing to say that, as a section chief, I don’t care enough about my subordinates. Fortunately, nothing happened to you.”

Zhang Yi looked at Wang Xinheng's performance indifferently and saw him exchanging pleasantries. Suddenly he changed the subject, looked at Yang Wenxuan, frowned and said:
"By the way, I heard that one of the Japanese spies involved in the exchange of fire is suspected to be Ono Akira? What's going on?"

"This. This has yet to be verified. If it is really Ono Akira, it will not be missed by the algorithm network." Yang Wenxuan explained carefully.

"Oh," Wang Xinheng nodded casually and said seriously:
"Are there any seizures at the scene?"

Yang Wenxuan thought to himself, didn’t I report it to you?
He cursed in his heart, straightened his back, and said seriously:

"Reporting to the Section Chief, in addition to guns, ammunition and some money, radio stations and code books were also found at the scene."

"Okay, Zhang Yi, another great achievement. Where are the radio station and the code book?" Wang Xinheng said immediately, with unconcealable joy and eagerness in his eyes.

Zhang Yixin said that you, old Bi Da, are really good at acting. This is your goal. Why don't you care enough? It's just a scene. It's all nonsense. Only a ghost can believe it.

Seeing Wang Xinheng's eager look, Zhang Yi took out the code book from his chest and handed it over.

Wang Xinheng took it in his hand, browsed through it briefly, frowned with joy, and said:
"Although it's not Zimi, it's still an advanced version of Lama."

Seeing that Zhang Yi and Yang Wenxuan were confused, Wang Xinheng smiled and explained.

"Why is it called Lama?
Because there are many types of passwords used by the Japanese. The first type uses books as passwords, or adds secret keys to books. This is the most basic password book.

Then the relatively low-level code is the lag code used by each consulate to transmit information to each other. It is compiled from a mixture of simple Japanese and English, which is much more difficult to crack than pure numbers.

This kind of telegram always starts with LA, so it is called pulling code.

Then there is the advanced version of the pull code used by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Japan, which was independently designed and completed by Japan with the utmost efforts of the country.

The last is the highest level, the code book used by the Japanese military. This type is called Purple Secret. It is a code designed by the Germans on the Ingmar cipher machine. It is said to be the code that can never be deciphered in the world. "

After listening to what he said, Zhang Yi realized that the code book he had seized before was just a code book at best, because it had no technical content. Once you discover or decipher it, the other party can just change it.

But an advanced codebook took several years or even more than ten years to develop, and it took an unknown amount of manpower, material, and energy. Once it was deciphered, the other party would inevitably suffer heavy losses.

But it is so difficult to crack the code, just like looking for an exit in a maze with no exit. This is not only a competition between the wisdom of mathematics masters and scientists, but also a competition of national strength.

Wang Xinheng was overjoyed to get the codebook. He solemnly took it into his arms, patted Zhang Yi and said:
"Sure enough, I was right about you. You are not only a good general, but also a hero. Don't worry, I will report to the boss immediately and congratulate you."

"Thank you section chief for your cultivation." Zhang Yi lay down and saluted. He originally wanted to ask about the Party Affairs Investigation Office, but seeing Wang Xinheng in a hurry to leave, he suppressed his words in his heart.

The major seems to be stable, but he doesn't know what position he will be given.

In addition, it is time to get back what Xu Yingchao left behind.

Give Xu Zengen a surprise then.

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(PS: Conduct a survey and deduct 1 for those who want the heroine, 2 for those who don’t, and 3 for those who don’t)

(End of this chapter)