Du Ziyuan spent that night in severe fear. He opened his eyes wide in the darkness and thought carefully about every word Zuo Shaoqing said to him.
The most dangerous thing is the "water hyacinth"! First, he has sneaked into the Intelligence Department of the North China Bureau and has access to core secrets. Du Ziyuan is frightened by this! Second, the "water hyacinth" has reported to the Secrecy Bureau that within the Ministry of National Defense
There was an agent codenamed "Sophora Tree". Du Ziyuan broke out in a cold sweat when he thought of this. Third, fortunately, "Water Hyacinth" didn't know the identity of "Fishbone". But he informed the intelligence agent about the tape.
Metz. Metz already knows Zuo Shaoqing's true identity. This "Water Hyacinth" or Metz can reveal Zuo Shaoqing's identity to the Secrecy Bureau with just one mouthful. In that case, Zuo Shaoqing will die! Du Ziyuan
There was sweat on my face and body, and I felt unbearable pain in my heart!
The worst thing is that he can't tell anyone about this matter! He can only keep it in his heart. He can't report it to the Nanjing underground organization, nor can he report it to the North China Bureau Intelligence Department by telegram. Any way may be "water hyacinth"
"Notice it. In that case, Fengying will die! Fengying will die!"
Du Ziyuan felt really unbearable pain in his heart, and he was even more frightened.
He didn't make up his mind until daybreak. He sat up from the bed and wrote a secret letter explaining the situation about the "water hyacinth". Finally, he sealed the secret letter tightly with oil paper and wax.
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After dawn, he found one of his most trusted traffic officers and handed him the secret message, specifying that he must hand it over in person and with his own hands to a certain leader of the North China Bureau's Intelligence Department. In addition to this leader,
It cannot be handed over to anyone. "You have to guarantee it with your party spirit!" He said extremely seriously, "People are here, and this thing is there. If there is danger, destroy this thing immediately. You have to guarantee it with your party spirit!" He said again
Repeat this sentence.
This was an old trafficker in his early forties, experienced, cautious and meticulous. He nodded solemnly to him.
However, something happened to this old trafficker on the road. When he passed a checkpoint in Langfang, Hebei, he was suspected and hunted by the enemy. Before he died, he threw the wax-sealed secret message into the fire.
Du Ziyuan waited for two months, but did not see the traffic officer return. His superiors did not mention this in the telegram to him. He understood that something had happened to the traffic officer. He wrote a second confidential letter and gave it to another reliable person.
The traffic officer saw him off.
But at that time, the domestic situation was already very chaotic. The Intelligence Department of the North China Bureau secretly left Shanxi. The leader designated by Du Ziyuan was transferred and went to the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China. The traffic officer traveled around until the liberation of the country and failed to find the leader.
He had to return to Nanjing. But Du Ziyuan also left Nanjing at this time and disappeared.
This traffic man was a man who strictly kept secret work rules. He blamed himself for failing to complete this task. He sealed the secret letter in a small porcelain jar and buried it deeply in the ground. This burial
, that is a full seven years.
In the secret front, there are too many unknown secrets. There are also too many secrets that have disappeared in the long river of history. The most painful thing is those people who disappeared secretly. Who can tell their names?
I just want to tell you that this "water hyacinth" has been suspected for a long time.
Seven years later, this gray-haired old traffic man was working as a cableman on the Nanjing pier. He accidentally saw a provincial party secretary who was going to take office in other places disembarking at the Nanjing pier. He recognized the provincial party secretary as the intelligence department of the North China Bureau.
Only then did the secret messages he buried underground come to light.
These are all things for later. Let me describe them slowly below.
The next night, when Zuo Shaoqing came to the "revolving door" Haitang Room again, she glanced at the house number on the door. She turned back to the people in the corridor, gently pulled out the nails under the house number, and turned to one side according to the house number.
A small note appeared below. She took it off and entered the room.
There were only four words on the note: "Delivery tonight." She understood that the arms deal was finally successful and would be shipped tonight. She felt a little relieved in her heart, and the task finally came to an end.
God opened his eyes. On the night when Zuo Shaoqing arrived at Mi Xin, it began to rain lightly. By midnight, the drizzle turned into rain and continued continuously.
Rainy nights are always a good time for covert operations.
The moist wind is blowing in the streets and alleys of Nanjing, and also blowing on the ship terminal of Nanjing.
Chang Fu was wearing casual clothes, standing under an awning by the dock, looking at the empty dock, with the rain washing over the cargo piles under the tarpaulin and a ferry docked at the dock.
Liao Fengshan walked quietly, stood beside him, and said softly: "Mr. Chang, are you ready?"
Chang Fu nodded, "It's almost time." He took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to Liao Fengshan, "President Liao, this is your share, please keep it."
Liao Fengshan took out a check from the envelope and nodded with satisfaction. He put the envelope into his arms. He asked: "Mr. Chang, what will happen to you after this business is over?"
Chang Fu nodded to the two soldiers standing not far away, "I don't know, I might have to go back." With worry hidden in his eyes, he whispered: "Mr. Liao, can you do me a favor?"
"What? You said."
"Can you get me a gun? Now."
Liao Fengshan looked at him carefully and nodded. He took out a small pistol from his trouser pocket and said, "This is for my own use. You can take it. But brother, don't be reckless."
"I know. Just in case." Chang Fu put the pistol into his pants pocket.
At this time, they all heard the rumble of cars. After a moment, a dozen heavy-duty trucks covered with canvas drove to the pier. Someone ran out of the duty room and waved to the trucks. One after another, the trucks drove onto the ferry.
.Some soldiers jumped out of the truck and looked around.
A man ran out of the ferry, holding an umbrella, and walked between the trucks. Every time he saw a soldier, he handed him an envelope. The soldiers leaned against the truck, opened the envelopes, and smiled at each other.
Ten minutes later, the ferry made a long beep, slowly left the pier, and headed down the river.
Chang Fu and Liao Fengshan were silent. They knew what would happen next. The ferry would dock at a small pier in two hours. According to the agreement, a company of the 20th Army would be on guard at the small pier. After the truck landed,
, will stop in a small forest. At night, the truck will continue southward until it reaches the Communist guerrilla zone. A Communist Army unit will pick up the goods there.
At this point, the arms deal ends.
Dong Zhengming walked out of the shadows and coughed lightly. Chang Fu turned back to him and knew that the business was over and it was time for him to leave. He turned around and shook hands with Liao Fengshan.
Liao Fengshan said softly: "Brother, take care."
Chang Fu said nothing, turned around and walked towards Dong Zhengming. Dong Zhengming nodded to him, opened an umbrella, and walked with him towards the car in the distance.
Chang Fu got into the car, turned around, and found that the two soldiers did not come over, but walked to the other side. His heart couldn't help but twist. He put his right hand into his pocket and held the pistol.
The car drove far away and finally stopped in a secluded side street. Dong Zhengming turned off the engine and took out a gun from his pocket. Chang Fu took his hand out of his trouser pocket, held the gun close to his body, and pointed it at Dong
Zheng Ming. With a soft click, his thumb opened the safety.
Dong Zhengming turned back to the gun in his hand, stared up at him, and said softly: "Brother, don't do this. I'm going to give this gun to you." He paused, "Do you still want it?"
Chang Fu stretched out his left hand and took the gun in his hand, then took the gun in his right hand back to his side.
Dong Zhengming smiled and nodded to him, "Brother, everything is over, we can breathe a sigh of relief. This car is also for you." He took out an envelope from his arms and put it in Chang Fu's hand.
"Brother, take care of yourself." He picked up the umbrella beside him, opened the door and got out of the car, and walked towards the alley.
Chang Fu kept staring at his back until he disappeared into the alley. He walked around cautiously, started the car and left. Ten minutes later, he saw two cars parked on the side of the road. He stopped the car behind and carefully
On the ground.
The car door in front opened, and a man got out of the car and stood in the rain. It was Lan Xiaoyan. Chang Fu also got out of the car. When Lan Xiaoyan saw him, he immediately ran towards him and threw himself into his car without saying a word.
Chang Fu held Lan Xiaoyan in his arms and walked towards the car in front of him.
Zuo Shaoqing sat in the car, turned down the car and handed him a brown paper bag. She stared at Chang Fu silently and said, "Mr. Chang, goodbye."
The two cars drove away without a sound, leaving only Chang Fu and Lan Xiaoyan. They stood in the rain and hugged each other for a long time before helping each other get into the car. After the car started, it gradually disappeared into the rainy night.
