Fan Zhongfu was carefully calculating the gains and losses of this rescue operation.

Now that their situation is, the organization knows, they will make the right response to everything that happens, and the things they most worry about have been resolved.

The comrades under his command must be retained. The identities and social relationships of these comrades have been established with great difficulty. They must not give up easily just because they are alone. It seems that they have to make an explanation.

As for myself, since I have exposed my identity, I have no other choice except to evacuate Shanghai. After leaving my job, my contribution to the organization will be minimal.

At this time, in order to rescue himself, who had lost his intelligence value, the organization would at all costs start the lurking inside line, and it would be possible to lose such an extremely important lurker. This result was simply unacceptable to Fan Zhongfu. He believed that this was a mistake in the organization's decision-making and a emotional act of a scholar. This was not a mistake that an excellent decision-maker should make.

Fan Zhongfu closed his eyes tightly, thought carefully about what happened and what was about to happen. After weighing the pros and cons, he finally made a decision!

He finally decided to refuse this rescue operation. He could not let No. 76 notice that after being locked up in No. 76, he still maintained any contact with the outside world. He could not let this lurking comrade in any danger. He wanted to create an illusion for No. 76 spies, believing that from beginning to end, he was the only one fighting alone to protect the existence of this insider.

This decision was not as difficult as Fan Zhongfu thought. He originally planned to take extreme actions in public at the six major meetings tomorrow to end his life, but now it seems that it was just a day ahead of schedule.

But there is a problem here. The organization wants to rescue itself before the conference is held. The rescue operation will be launched at 8 o'clock tonight. If it refuses this rescue and the organization cannot understand its true thoughts for a while, it will be difficult to ensure that the organization will not take further rescue operations, and it will even let the section chief take the risk of contacting himself and communicating information again, which is definitely a very risky behavior.

So I must express my attitude before 8 o'clock in the evening and give the organization a clear signal to let them give up their rescue. The only way to achieve this goal is to end their lives in public on the 76th before 8 o'clock in the evening.

I believe that with this insider's status at No. 76, you will soon know the news of your death. Once you die, the organization will naturally give up the rescue operation, so that No. 76 will not notice any abnormalities.

Yes, that's all you can do!

Thinking of this, Fan Zhongfu had already made up his mind to force the organization to give up the risk at the cost of ending his life early and to protect the section chief from being exposed.

He looked at the wrinkled white paper in his hand. This was the direct evidence of the contact between the inside line and himself. Of course, it should be destroyed immediately. Leaving it for an extra second will bring the inside line to the inside line. He once again crumpled the white paper into a ball, stuffed it into his mouth, slowly chewed it up, and swallowed it bit by bit.

As for the sour plums in his hand, of course, they could not stay. When he was locked in this room, the spies had already conducted strict searches on him. All the items on him had been taken away, and even the pen and rings he carried with him were taken away by the spies, and each of his clothes was cleaned.

If the spies find that they have these six sour plums on them and encounter careful detective experts, they will follow this line to follow the line. They will investigate the origin of the six sour plums, investigate who sent the sour plums to him, and even find their medical history of allergic to sour plums, find their family members or doctors who treat them, and then they will not be able to control what kind of crisis happens, so these six sour plums must be disposed of.

He looked up at the whole room. The dormitory was not small, but the layout was very simple, with only beds and tables and chairs, and there was no unnecessary arrangement. The sour plums were difficult to deal with without any trace, so he had to make other plans.

It was almost six o'clock in the evening, and today's dinner time came again. The spies opened the door of the room and released all the deputies, and everyone walked out one after another.

A spy followed behind Fan Zhongfu, who closely monitored all of Fan Zhongfu's behavior.

Fan Zhongfu turned his head and said, "I need to go to the bathroom!"

The spy looked at Qin San on the side. Qin San nodded, so he led Fan Zhongfu to the nearby bathroom. Seeing Fan Zhongfu enter, the spy stayed at the door and waited.

Fan Zhongfu stepped into the bathroom, looked at the no one behind him, raised his hand and threw six sour plums into the toilet. After a while, he flushed the toilet.

Fan Zhongfu walked out of the bathroom, and the spy found nothing abnormal, so he went to a high-end restaurant to have a meal like before.

Everyone sat down and started eating. Because they were all Chinese food, there were no knives and forks on the table. The spies on No. 76 were also careful. They prevented the representatives from getting in touch with all threatening items, which left Fan Zhongfu no choice but to take stupid measures.

After a simple meal, he got up and went to the seat beside him to rest. A waiter handed over the hot tea and stepped back.

Fan Zhongfu picked up the teacup and sipped it gently. He observed the light from the corner of his eyes. Suddenly, his hand slipped, and the teacup fell to the ground made a crisp sound, breaking into several pieces, and the tea water splashed everywhere. The spy beside him couldn't help but make a sound and took a step forward.

Fan Zhongfu quickly bent down first, as if he was cleaning up the mess, but he quickly chose a piece of porcelain with a relatively sharp edge and hid it in his hand.

Just as the spy turned around and called the waiter to come and clean up, Fan Zhongfu suddenly burst out. He suddenly rushed towards the spy from behind, and tied the spy's neck with both hands. The sharp porcelain piece in his hand aimed at the spy's neck and carotid artery with all his strength. A stream of blood burst out.

The spy was not at all prepared. He never expected that this gentle and gentle old man would suddenly attack him until a severe pain came from his neck, and he couldn't help but scream.

This action was so sudden that everyone didn't know what was going on. Until the screams came, everyone looked back and was stunned by the scene in front of them!

Fan Zhongfu is already old and has not personally handled it for many years. He has successfully attacked it all with his old foundation. Even the porcelain pieces in his hand are not good at it. After all, the porcelain pieces are not blades. He tried his best, but only cut some blood and released some blood. The spy still has the power to fight back.

This spy is a young and strong disciple and a disciple of the Qing Gang who is used to fighting in the market. This kind of bare hands is much more agile than Fan Zhongfu. Just as Fan Zhongfu cuts his neck, he starts to thrust his right elbow back and hit Fan Zhongfu's right rib with a heavy elbow.

The power of this attack was very strong, and the position of the attack was unprotected. Fan Zhongfu immediately groaned in pain, his body shrank, and the porcelain piece in his hand could not be held firmly and fell to the ground.

However, Fan Zhongfu endured the severe pain, and while his hands were separated, he grabbed the holster on the waist of the spy and pulled it out, which scared the spy so much that he was full of souls.

He felt that he could see what was happening when he felt light on his waist. Fan Zhongfu actually pulled out his own gun. At this time, he no longer cared about it. He turned back and grabbed the pistol with his hands. The two of them immediately became entangled and fought together.

The conflict between the two people was extremely short, just a few seconds, and everyone was stunned and panicked for a moment.

Several spies nearby watched them grab the guns, and were so scared that they dared not come forward. They quickly took out their pistols and pointed them at Fan Zhongfu. Qin San, not far away, also ran over and shouted anxiously: "Don't shoot, don't shoot!"

He knew that Fan Zhongfu was not only an important criminal who was instructed by the captain Deng Mingxiang to take care of him, but also an important person who was concerned by his old boss Luo Xingchao. He must not have any problems in his hands, so he quickly spoke out to stop the actions of other spies.

But things went against his wishes. Just as he shouted loudly, a crisp gunshot sounded, which made everyone's hearts jump.

The two people who had been entangled together fell to the ground at the same time. Qin San quickly walked forward and saw the spy struggle to get up barely, covering his bloody neck with one hand and holding a pistol in the other hand, looking at Fan Zhongfu lying on the ground in a daze.

Qin San stepped forward and pushed the spy away. Seeing Fan Zhongfu's chest sank on the ground, blood was emitting from his chest, he looked upward, dying, but his eyes were filled with relief.

"Hurry, go and call the doctor!" Qin San roared loudly.

For a moment, everyone was in a hurry, and soon someone quickly ran out to call the doctor on duty. Several familiar friends came forward and shouted his name, and tried to lift Fan Zhongfu's body up and send him to the treatment.

Fan Zhongfu felt that he could not hear anything in his ears, his vision gradually blurred, and all the figures beside him were moving quickly, like a silent movie.

Every time his heart beats, his body begins to lose weight, as if it is like a feather, about to float up.

Finally, he came to this point. Fan Zhongfu had no regrets in his heart. He worked hard for his lofty faith throughout his life and made a choice between life and death. At the end of his life, he did not stop striving, which was considered a pity!

Every part of the body's strength was drained, and his breathing became more and more rapid. Finally, the last ray of light of the eyes was also gone, his      ＞＞

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