Suspicion has a process that is not easy to detect.【.
Some seemingly useless trivial matters have been retained in the subconscious mind by careful thinking and have not been eroded by time. Perhaps one day, they will be accidentally picked up by an unexpected needle, causing shocking suspicions.
The tip of the needle that broke through Zuo Shaoqing's suspicion was a man's panicked eyes, which made her instantly alert.
It was an ordinary afternoon in April 1957. It was when the locals were the laziest and most idle, lying in the shade of trees or curled up on bamboo chairs and falling asleep. Zuo Shaoqing was dressed in casual clothes.
Walking into this small coffee shop called "Bamboo" with a loud voice.
The "Bamboo" coffee shop is an old wooden structure house with three bays. The inside and outside of the house are mottled and old, showing the vicissitudes of time. Its store is completely open, facing a quiet side street. Several old tables and wooden chairs are placed on the
Inside the store and outside the door, there were several old men leaning on wooden chairs in the corner, staring blankly at the street outside.
The only waitress in the store smiled faintly when she saw Zuo Shaoqing coming in. When she saw Zuo Shaoqing sitting down at a table at the door, she walked over with a tray.
She was wearing a pure white dress known locally as "Ao Dai". The top was very similar to the Chinese cheongsam, narrow and close-fitting, which exactly outlined her slender waist. The two skirts at the front and back hung down to the ankles, on both sides.
The slits were all the way to the waist. When she walked around, the skirts fluttered at the front and back, revealing the pure white trousers with very wide legs underneath. Zuo Shaoqing walked towards her like a fairy, and couldn't help but smile appreciatively.
The waitress walked to the table and gently put down the tray. Without saying much, she first placed a large porcelain bowl on the table, and then placed a printed glass cup on the bowl. She scooped two spoons of condensed milk from a small can and placed it on the table.
into the glass, then lift up the kettle and pour hot water into the large bowl. This step is for heat preservation. She then takes a silver filter plate with many small holes and puts it on the glass, and then puts the small coffee drip cup on
On the filter plate, she used a small spoon to put two spoonfuls of coffee powder into the drip cup, then lifted the kettle and poured hot water into the drip cup. After a while, dark brown coffee liquid slowly dripped into the glass.
Most of the coffee here is prepared this way.
This small country in South Asia was a vassal state of China for more than two thousand years until it became a colony of France in 1858. In 1954, the French finally evacuated due to defeat. The only trace they left in this country
, is coffee. To this day, almost all Robusta coffee beans in the world, which are often used to make instant coffee and high-end coffee blends, are imported from this country.
Zuo Shaoqing was sitting at the table, looking quietly at the small street outside. She occasionally glanced at the coffee on the table. The coffee was dripping from the drip cup into the glass drop by drop. This takes a lot of time, so this is
This gave Zuo Shaoqing the opportunity to sit here calmly and wait for the opportunity to connect with others.
At least ten minutes later, the glass in front of her was gradually filled with coffee, and the hot water in the large bowl kept the coffee at a suitable temperature. She scooped out the drip cup and filter plate, and stirred the coffee and condensed milk in the cup with a small spoon.
. She smelled the aroma of coffee and condensed milk. She picked up the glass and took a sip.
At this time, a bald and slightly fat man walked into the coffee shop and sat down at another table. He turned to Zuo Shaoqing and paid attention to the waitress making coffee for him. When the waitress turned around and left, he said to Zuo Shaoqing.
Zuo Shaoqing cast a sympathetic glance.
It was this glance that made Zuo Shaoqing instantly alert.
This balding and slightly fat man is her contact person. She meets him here once a week. She only knows his surname is Huang, and she sometimes calls him Lao Huang. As for how much Lao Huang knows about her, she doesn't know.
After a few minutes, Lao Huang gave her a forced smile. Then, like an old prostitute trying to seduce a well-off woman, he picked up his coffee, stood up and sat at her table.
His stubby fingers were folded around the coffee cup, as if he was worried about it falling out of his hand. His round head reflected the dim sunlight outside the door. When he raised his head and looked at Zuo Shaoqing with an almost panicked look, his Adam's apple
It was squirming up and down with difficulty, like a snake that had just swallowed a huge frog.
He tried his best to keep the smile on his face and the lustful look in his eyes, and said: "No contact."
Zuo Shaoqing knew that this was a common thing. The relationship between her and her superiors was complicated and tortuous, and Lao Huang was just one of them. But her memory told her that this was the third time in a row that she had no contact. That is to say
, she and Lao Huang had lost contact with their superiors for nearly a month. In this country at war, this abnormality meant death. She felt the nerves in her brain beating loudly.
"It's broken," she said. The two words sounded like both inquiry and judgment.
"Yes." Lao Huang confirmed softly.
Old Huang's gaze was like a thin needle, but it suddenly opened up the suspicion in Zuo Shaoqing's heart like a carbuncle.
Some memories that had settled in her subconscious and were about to disappear quietly emerged. It seemed that strangers had appeared in the Cam Ranh Bay beauty base where she lived. She once noticed a scrutinizing look in someone's mouth. She seemed to have been followed.
Although she wasn't sure about that. Another thing she wasn't sure about was, had her dormitory been searched?
What frightens her most is not knowing where the danger comes from.
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This country's intelligence agencies are as childish as a three-year-old child. And she, the non-staff member of the US military advisory group, the training instructor of this country's intelligence personnel, understands this country's intelligence system like her own palm prints. They are by no means hidden.
They are like shadows, experienced agents who move like a breeze. They do not have an efficient intelligence system or a complete organization. They only have countless informants. After that, the secrets will spread all over the world and become unknown to everyone. Their intelligence
Their job was to kill without knowing right or wrong, even on the street. They would point a US-aided Ruger pistol at the suspect's temple and shoot him.
So, who are those secret agents hiding in the shadows? If they really exist, are they from the US Intelligence Agency or the Defense Intelligence Agency of Taiwan?
Zuo Shaoqing's eyes narrowed to a slit, with a little starlight shining on his eyelids as dark as a deep pool, staring at Old Huang's already somewhat panicked face.
"You have been exposed." She said firmly, "disappear as soon as possible, don't hesitate."
"What about you?" There was a slight tremor in the muscles on Lao Huang's face.
"I'll do it again." Zuo Shaoqing took a sip of coffee.
The coffee in this country does have its own uniqueness. It has a strong aroma, a slight sourness, a smooth texture, and a slightly bitter taste. The disadvantage is that the condensed milk is too sweet. Zuo Shaoqing judged that this is highland coffee
.
"Old Huang, let's go now." Zuo Shaoqing glanced at the small coffee shop again.
The sleepy old men sitting on the other side of the coffee shop made her vaguely uneasy. She glanced towards the quiet side street outside the door again, which also made her vaguely uneasy. At least so far, she couldn't tell.
Are there prying eyes hidden in those dark corners?
Lao Huang nodded, stood up slowly, and walked to the counter at the door to pay the bill. Then, he walked out of the door and staggered towards the other end of the street.
Zuo Shaoqing watched his back calmly. She decided to wait a little longer.
She put the silver filter plate back on the glass, sat on the drip cup, lifted the kettle and poured hot water into the drip cup. She saw drops of coffee slowly dripping into the cup. The locals called this coffee
"Drops of gold" refers to this situation. But the taste of the second cup will be much weaker.
A young man wearing a black shirt and shorts rode a bicycle and drove past the side street.
Zuo Shaoqing stared at this person's back, feeling suddenly startled. She felt that danger was approaching quietly like the breeze. She stood up, waved to the girl at the counter, took out a few banknotes and put them on the table, gently
Walking out of the coffee shop. What she was thinking was, what should I do?
Zuo Shaoqing left the small street where the "Bamboo" coffee shop was located and turned into the main street. She knew in her heart that the "Bamboo" coffee shop could no longer come. She walked slowly and quietly observed the pedestrians and homes around her.
On both sides of the street, small beige and milky white buildings left by the French stood quietly. Tall coconut trees swayed in the wind. Occasionally, cars passed by on the street.
She waved for a tricycle. The tricycle driver was also surprisingly wearing a black shirt and shorts, which made her feel vaguely uneasy. The passenger seat of the tricycle was in the front, and the driver was behind her, rocking the pedals from side to side.
When she turned back to tell the driver the location, she glanced behind her. She believed for the moment that no one was following her.
Fifteen minutes later, the tricycle stopped outside the gate of the Cam Ranh Bay military base.
Zuo Shaoqing got off the tricycle, paid, turned and walked towards the gate of the base. She took out her ID and waved it to the US Marine Corps soldier standing at the gate. The soldier didn't care about her ID. He knew her.
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A question arose in Zuo Shaoqing's mind. If a stranger walked into this gate, would the sentry carefully check his ID? What kind of person could easily get a pass for this military base?
After World War II, the French followed the British and returned to this country, wanting to take back the colony they had ruled for nearly a hundred years. However, the local people rose up in resistance and wanted to seek independence. The war between the two sides was cruel and brutal.
Very long lasting.
The Americans soon began to send military advisory groups to this country to provide arms supplies and tactical guidance to the French. The reason was simple, because they were afraid of the country in the north and the Soviet Union further north. However, the French were too arrogant and too stupid.
, they stubbornly refused to listen to the reasonable suggestions of the Americans. As a result, they were defeated by the Northern Liberation Alliance on the battlefield. In 1954, the French had to sign the Geneva Peace Agreement and renounced their interest in this country.
occupation. In 1956, the French completely left the country.
The Americans immediately took over the country. General Daniel, the head of the American Advisory Group, continued to stay at the military base in Cam Ranh Bay as the head of his military advisory group. He simply put Diem on the throne and promoted
The troops under President Wu are being trained and reorganized.
This training and reorganization includes the training and reorganization of the intelligence organizations of the military system and the police system. General Daniel attaches great importance to this work. His deputy, Colonel McCann of the U.S. Naval Intelligence Agency, quickly and completely controlled these two
system intelligence team
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