Four hundred and seventy-five, secret police from all sides
Qin Donghai shook his head. He had already seen that this area was full of ordinary houses. If a radio monitoring vehicle was allowed to drive here, it might be discovered by the spies. He said: "Let's report to Lao Du and take a look at him."
How to say."
In the small conference room next to the telecommunications room of the Provincial Military Region, Qin Donghai and Wu Jian reported the monitoring situation to Du Ziyuan and pointed out the general location of the radio station on the map.
Du Ziyuan also felt that using a radio direction finding vehicle was not a good idea. He did not have that long to search slowly.
In this way, the three of them leaned over the map, carefully observing the streets and directions in this area, looking for other solutions. Du Ziyuan noticed that to the west of this narrow strip was Shahu Lake, and to the east was East Lake, which was a larger
Lake. In this narrow strip, Zhongbei Road, which runs from north to south, is almost the only road leading to the city center.
At this time, Du Ziyuan thought of Lin Wenxiu.
Du Ziyuan looked at Wu Jian and said, "Is this Zhongbei Road the only road through this narrow strip?"
Wu Jian thought for a while and said: "This is almost the only one. There are several other roads, but they are all alleys, which are winding and narrow. Most vehicles and pedestrians take Zhongbei Road."
Du Ziyuan's fingers moved southward along Zhongbei Road, and finally stopped at an intersection. He asked: "What is this place?"
Wu Jian immediately said: "This is the intersection of Zhongbei Road and Chuhan Road."
Du Ziyuan said: "In fact, this is the only way to go to the city center from the narrow strip, right?"
Wu Jian nodded, "Yes, that's exactly it."
Du Ziyuan raised his head and looked at Qin Donghai, "Donghai, you and Staff Wu think of a way to set up a surveillance point at this intersection. For example, set up a small department store or tea shop to monitor this intersection."
Two days later, Wu Jian tried every means and finally rented a small department store at the intersection of Zhongbei Road and Chuhan Road. The store was very small. In addition to the general small department stores such as needles, threads, and brains, it also sold tobacco, wine, tea, etc.
From then on, Lin Wenxiu, who was borrowed by Du Ziyuan, became the proprietress of this small shop. She used crutches to help passers-by with this and that every day, collecting money and change. Qin Donghai also became a shop assistant.
Help Lin Wenxiu load goods and clean the house. When no one is around, he sits with her in the shop and chats, watching the passers-by.
At that time, Zhongbei Road and Chuhan Road were not as wide as they are today. From today's perspective, it can only be regarded as a small street. There are dilapidated houses on both sides of the small street, and there are also signs everywhere. The small street
The sky above is covered with tangled wires and bamboo poles for drying clothes.
But this small street is really a traffic thoroughfare. It is the only road that passes between Shahu and East Lake and goes in the direction of Shuiyunju. Therefore, this small street is busy with traffic and people every day.
People go there.
Lin Wenxiu and Qin Donghai stood at the counter, silently observing the passers-by. God willing, they soon made a major discovery in this small department store.
One day about a week later, it was a rainy day. Light rain fell from the sky, blowing everywhere with the wind. The small street, which used to be full of dust, and vehicles would roll up the dust when passing by, now became a bit muddy.
People carefully stepped over the stagnant water and hurriedly walked by with their heads lowered.
About evening, a customer came into the small shop. He was holding an umbrella and stamped his feet as soon as he entered. He walked to the counter and said, "Bring me two packs of big front doors and matches."
Lin Wenxiu glanced at him, lowered her eyes, and went to the shelf with crutches to get cigarettes and matches.
No one expected that the person who came in was Zhao Minggui, who had moved here from Jinan.
He took the cigarette and matches from Lin Wenxiu's hand. While she was looking for money, he smoked a cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it, and then silently looked at the small shop and the proprietress who was using crutches.
This is a thin and frail woman. The crutch she is leaning on seems to be heavier than her body. She seems likely to fall at any time. In Zhao Minggui's opinion, this boss lady seems very unpleasant. She always has a sullen face, even her eyes.
She refused to lift it. She put the change on the counter and went back to sorting the department stores on the shelves.
Qin Donghai, who was at the other end of the shop, had already noticed something strange on Lin Wenxiu's face. While wiping the counter, he glanced at the customer who had just entered from the corner of his eye.
Zhao Minggui put the changed money into his pocket. When he walked out of the shop while smoking, he felt that he had some doubts in his heart. It was an inexplicable doubt. He opened his umbrella and continued walking in the falling rain.
in the small street.
About ten minutes later, Qin Donghai, who was following Zhao Minggui, later told Du Ziyuan the time.
Zhao Minggui, who was walking in the small street, slowly stopped. He turned around and looked at the small shop in the distance through the drizzle. A drizzle of rain fell on his face, cold and wet. Damn it! He finally
Come to think of it, no wonder it looks familiar. The proprietress of that small shop should be named Lin Wenxiu!
Zhao Minggui's heart was filled with coldness and fear. Ever since he carried out the latent mission, whether in Jinan or now Wuhan, he had never had a single thought of luck. He understood that Lin Wenxiu's appearance here was definitely not
By chance, it must be closely related to the mission he is currently performing. There is no doubt that this is also a very dangerous signal!
By this time, the invisible war in Wuhan had gradually begun.
All relevant characters have arrived at the scene and are vaguely aware of the enemy.
The reason why You Shaoqing discovered the real stalker was because Zhao Minggui's men finally tracked her down.
At this time, Chen Sanhu was in front of the Wuchang District Government and noticed Ji Baoxing who was copying government announcements.
Du Ziyuan found Zhao Minggui through Lin Wenxiu. And Zhao Minggui was aware of this.
By this time, all parties had tightened their nerves, heightened their vigilance, and made better preparations. They were all determined to complete the mission in a fierce battle.
To be more precise, this fierce battle started quietly ten days ago. It was Zhao Minggui and his lurking team who started this scene. Zhao Minggui's shrewdness was known to the judges for a long time.
At this point in the story, it is necessary to talk about the hidden experience of Zhao Minggui. He is undoubtedly an important role in this story.
Speaking of this Zhao Minggui, there is something a little unusual. Almost from the first day he started his latent mission, he changed from a smart and shrewd intelligence officer to a gloomy, sinister and cunning evil ghost.
The reason is extremely simple, because his wife and his son were sent to Taiwan by the Secrecy Bureau.
In June 1949, when he was still in Changsha with Ye Gongjin's Second Division, he received an order from the bureau headquarters asking him to stay and perform a latent mission.
It was impossible for Zhao Minggui to disobey military orders. He went to Hangzhou first.
The Secret Bureau had left Hangzhou at this time. However, the Intelligence Division still had an office in Hangzhou, which was responsible for arranging lurking personnel. The director of the Intelligence Division personally explained the task to Zhao Minggui and designated his lurking location as Jinan.
Zhao Minggui had no choice at all. More importantly, he also knew that he could not go to Taiwan. If a Secrecy Bureau officer like him wanted to survive on the mainland, he could only hide. Latent meant hiding. More importantly, he
Wants to stay with his wife and son.
However, when he went to the train station and prepared to board the train bound for Jinan, the director of the intelligence department who saw him off told him two pieces of news that surprised him.
The director of the Intelligence Division first handed him a large envelope and said: "Brother Minggui, the Ministry of National Defense has officially appointed you. You have been appointed as the major general leader of the Jinan Group of the Secret Bureau. In this envelope is your letter of appointment.
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Zhao Minggui was a little surprised. He had worked carefully for many years and finally got a colonel. But today, just because of lurking, he was promoted to major general. In his heart, he really felt a mixture of sadness and joy. At this time,
He could only thank the Director of Intelligence repeatedly.
"There is another good news to tell you," the thin intelligence director stared at Zhao Minggui through his glasses. He continued: "Brother Minggui, the second good news is that I just received a notice.
Just an hour ago, your wife and son were put on a plane to Taiwan. Brother Minggui, now you can work for the party and state with peace of mind. Do your best, I will wait for your good news."
Zhao Minggui stared blankly at the Director of Intelligence. He knew in his heart that although he was lurking, the senior officials of the Secrecy Bureau did not trust him and were afraid that he would join the Communist Party.
That night, Zhao Minggui, who was sitting on the train, felt as cold as if he had stepped into a glacier late at night in the cold winter.
His wife was his classmate in junior high school and high school. During the three years of junior high school, they had already looked at each other and had a close affinity, but they had never spoken. On the first day of high school, they couldn't wait to see each other. On that day
At night, his wife gave him her tender and cute little body.
The first pain made her face turn even whiter. She hugged his neck and said, "Agui, don't let me down."
Zhao Minggui swore to the sky, "The next time I'm with you, it will be on my wedding night."
When the Anti-Japanese War broke out, Zhao Minggui hurriedly married his wife the day before he joined the army. From then on, they were separated and wrote letters with their tenderness and longing. It was not until the military commander returned to Nanjing that they embraced each other. Zhao Minggui swore to his wife,
We will never separate from each other again.
"But how will she live from now on?" Zhao Minggui was thinking about this while sitting in the train.
They have little savings, and the wife has no job and no skills. Their son is only five years old. How can his wife, who is only a wife, live without him? Zhao Minggui is worried about this.
