After Du Ziyuan and Zhang Nairen broke up, they walked quietly on the street. There were some shops with lights on the roadside. Someone was talking and laughing loudly in the distance, and the laughter was like the noise coming from afar.
This afternoon, when Zhang Bowei quietly told him that "Fishbone" had done Chang Fu's work and Chang Fu had agreed to cooperate, he was really shocked. He felt blood rushing to his face and there were stars in front of his eyes. It was flying. He gritted his teeth and roared at Zhang Bowei in a low voice.
"You're crazy! What are you doing! Why did you tell Yubai about this! If you do this, it will only expose him faster! What about his mission! You make such a mistake recklessly! Your superiors will punish you. you!"
Du Ziyuan walked back and forth in the room. He saw Uncle Zhang desperately opening his little eyes. His little eyes could not open any wider. This profiteer, a hateful profiteer! A profiteer who does not know how to live or die!
"Speak! Why are you doing this!" he shouted at Zhang Bowei.
Zhang Bowei muttered, licking his lips frantically, and finally said: "Fishbone said, she was very cautious, and she did it only after confirming safety. She said, she said, only she can beat Changfu. "
"You can't do that! In the past, because of the recording, the superiors have criticized Yubai for crossing the line. You know this!" Du Ziyuan turned back and glared at Zhang Bowei, "Did Yubai really confirm that he is safe?"
"Yes, that's what she said. I believe in Yushi's caution, and I believe in her ability."
"But, you also said that his situation is very dangerous and is no longer tenable."
"Yes, I said that. Fishbones are indeed dangerous. So...so...she said that she felt that time was running out, and she hoped to do more, just do more. She said that she still If you can do something to help comrades outside, you may not be able to do so in the future."
When Zhang Bowei said this, tears were streaming down his face, and even his voice was choked with sobs. Du Ziyuan looked at him in astonishment.
"Lao Du," Zhang Bowei continued: "I beg you to think of a way to help her. This is also a task assigned to you by your superiors, and you must complete it!" Zhang Bowei covered his eyes, He burst into tears.
Du Ziyuan stared at him dumbfounded. He had known Uncle Zhang for many years. What he had always noticed was his cunning and cunning face, his small eyes that wandered around, and a mouth that could talk the dead into life. .It was the first time he saw him cry.
Du Ziyuan felt that his vision was blurry. He wiped it and realized that his face was also full of tears. He thought in his heart, I have to find a way to help him. I must find a way to help him.
However, during the few days he was waiting for news about Zhang Nairen, something unexpected happened to Zhang Bowei. The line of contact between Du Ziyuan and "Fishbone" was suddenly disconnected. Du Ziyuan had to stop the arms transaction again. He The top priority is to restore contact with "Fishbone" as soon as possible.
To put it calmly, everything in the world has its reasons. Disasters also have their reasons.
The reason why Uncle Zhang died was because he wanted to cooperate with Du Ziyuan and help him complete the almost impossible task of instigating Wang Zhenqing, the commander of the 97th Division.
Du Ziyuan has been doing this work for a long time. Wang Zhenqing is his client, which provides him with some conveniences and opportunities.
He figured out Wang Zhenqing's time and knew when he would be relatively free. He chose this time to come to the door. Naturally, he used the excuse of doing financial speculation for Wang Zhenqing. After talking about this matter, Wang Zhenqing was relatively free, so he drank with him.
Tea and chatting. They had a vast horizon and chatted very well.
Du Ziyuan came out soon. This Wang Zhenqing was actually a decent soldier. He had very little warlordism, bureaucracy or slickness. He spoke and acted openly and aboveboard. This gradually gave Du Ziyuan confidence.
Similarly, Wang Zhenqing also felt that this bank manager did not have the common opportunistic and calculating thief. Vaguely, he also felt that he was generous in speaking and decisive in acting, and had some military demeanor, which suited his temperament.
This kind of chat between two people will naturally also talk about the current political situation and war situation. Du Ziyuan also gradually became open and straightforward from being vague and reserved at the beginning.
"Mr. Wang," Du Ziyuan said with a smile, "if the Communist Party takes over the world, what will you do?"
Wang Zhenqing held a teacup in one hand and a paper fan in the other, squinting his eyes and looking at Du Ziyuan. He realized that this bank manager might have some relationship with the people over there. He had spent his whole life in the military and held a high position, so he had never been timid. People.
The Communist Party that everyone feared was the one he was interested in dealing with in a cool way. He had long hoped that he would have the opportunity to meet and chat with someone there, even if it was just to sit together and drink a cup of tea.
Yeah. Sometimes he would think about what kind of people these people are. They are the most religious people in the world!
Just thinking of this, Wang Zhenqing sipped his tea and said slowly: "Mr. Du, others have said how terrible the Communists are. I am a soldier and I am not afraid of them. If they have the courage, come and fight with me."
There's nothing wrong with talking face to face. Even if you argue, the truth will become clearer the more you argue."
Wang Zhenqing had said this several times. Although Du Ziyuan did not dare to answer his words for a while, it had attracted his attention. He reported Wang Zhenqing's situation to Mrs. Meng, and Mrs. Meng also became interested in this sentence.
"Ziyuan," Mrs. Meng said softly, "Wang Zhenqing can say this, which is the basis for our work."
Mrs. Meng quietly discussed with Du Ziyuan, hoping to meet Wang Zhenqing directly and have a long talk. However, Du Ziyuan was a little worried, fearing that Wang Zhenqing might change his mind secretly and might do something secretly.
Mrs. Meng said: "Since we are far away, as long as we are more cautious, there should be no problem."
So, when Du Ziyuan chatted with Wang Zhenqing again, he smiled and said: "Mr. Wang, there is someone over there who really wants to talk to you. I'm afraid Mr. Wang has concerns."
Wang Zhenqing raised his neck and said, "What are you talking about? I, Wang Zhenqing, crawled out from the dead and fought in all kinds of battles. Am I still afraid of talking to them face to face? Please pass a message to Mr. Du that I, Wang, am willing to meet with them.
.”
Du Ziyuan smiled and said: "Really, then I will really take this word over."
Wang Zhenqing thought for a while and then said: "The person I want to meet should be someone similar to me. Otherwise, if this matter spreads in the future, where will my face be put?"
Du Ziyuan was amused by him and burst out laughing.
Du Ziyuan happened to have a free moment at this time. Zhang Nairen was sending someone to contact Chang Fu in the army prison. It might take a few days. He wanted to use this time to introduce Wang Zhenqing to Mrs. Meng.
On this day, he had tea with Wang Zhenqing again and lowered his voice and said: "Mr. Wang, I have contacted you. There will be someone there to meet you at the Nanjing Hotel tomorrow morning."
Wang Zhenqing put the tea cup on the table with a bang, clapped his hands, and said loudly: "Okay, very good!"
Du Ziyuan waved to him hurriedly, "Mr. Wang, please keep your voice down, please keep your voice down. This is not for you to go to the battlefield and charge. You should be more cautious."
Wang Zhenqing lowered his voice as expected, "Mr. Du, can I ask who the other party is?"
Du Ziyuan said with a smile: "I told them truthfully what Mr. Wang said. They hinted that the person you are meeting is a high-ranking person and will never be an ordinary person."
Wang Zhenqing nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, I'm happy. I will definitely go tomorrow morning."
Uncle Zhang's accident happened because of this meeting. He did not participate in the meeting, but he was a "bystander" responsible for the safety of the meeting.
On the morning of the next day, Zhang Bowei arrived at the Nanjing Hotel very early. He sat in the hotel lobby, reading a newspaper leisurely. He chose a good location. From where he sat, he could see the hotel entrance and the counter.
Inside and outside, there is also a corridor leading to the elevator.
As he sat here, he first saw Li Lin come in and get the room key at the counter. Uncle Zhang knew that the room had been booked yesterday for safety reasons. At this time, his eyes were aimed at the door to see who else was coming in.
He saw Li Lin going upstairs with the key. After that, he saw Mrs. Meng coming in. She was dressed in a simple cheongsam and had a small bag hanging on her arm. She walked in dignifiedly and walked directly into the elevator. Zhang Boywei's eyes once again
Looking at the door, he finally saw Du Ziyuan and Wang Zhenqing walking into the hotel lobby. They were chatting and laughing, and then walked into the elevator.
Zhang Bowei has been sitting in the lobby. Every time someone comes in, he squints his eyes and looks at them carefully.
But suddenly, he seemed to see a familiar person. The person did not come in. He only wandered outside the door for a moment and then disappeared. Huang Fenglin! This name suddenly popped into Zhang Bowei's mind. He didn't quite know.
I am sure, but I am already on guard. If it is really Huang Fenglin, this matter will be a bit strange.
At this moment, he didn't notice another inconspicuous person standing in front of the counter quietly making a phone call. It was normal for a customer to make a phone call in front of the counter. He didn't pay attention.
At this time, You Shaoqing received a call from this person in his office.
When You Shaoqing received this call, he felt a little strange. The surveillance person reported that the target had been sitting in the lobby of the Nanjing Hotel with a newspaper. He seemed to be paying attention to the people coming in from the door.
You Shaoqing put down the phone and thought about it for a few minutes. She judged that there were two possible scenarios for Uncle Zhang sitting in the lobby reading a newspaper. One was that he was waiting for someone and might have to meet someone. The other could be that,
Watching! He may be watching! That means there may be more important people meeting in the Nanjing Hotel.
Thinking of this, You Shaoqing no longer hesitated. She told Cheng Yunfa, called a few brothers, and took a car to Nanjing Hotel.
At this time, Huang Fenglin was standing outside the Nanjing Hotel. He stood in the corner, thinking about what he should do. There must be a reason for Zhang Bowei to appear in the Nanjing Hotel. He went directly in to greet Zhang Bowei
Is it obviously wrong? It might alarm the snake. After thinking about it, he sent a brother into the hotel and asked him to pay attention to the hotel to see if any special people came and went.
Zhang Bowei was sitting in the lobby downstairs, feeling a little uneasy. Although he was not sure whether the person was Huang Fenglin, he couldn't be careless today. Thinking of this, he stood up and walked quietly into the corridor.
Instead of taking the elevator, he went upstairs via the stairs. Every time he went up to a floor, he stood at the entrance of the stairs and looked into the corridor. When he got to the third floor, he saw a person walking slowly along the corridor.
Walking forward, looking both ways from time to time, and sometimes leaning against the door to listen. Uncle Zhang understood that something was going on.
He quickly went up to the fourth floor, knocked on a door three times in a row, turned around and walked back to the stairs. He walked down the stairs calmly. But when he reached the second floor, he heard a rush from below.
There was the sound of footsteps. He stretched his head and looked downstairs, and saw You Shaoqing leading a few people hurriedly walking upstairs.
Uncle Zhang no longer hesitated, turned around and walked upstairs. As soon as he reached the third floor, he heard someone behind him shouting at the top of his lungs, "Stop!" Upon hearing this shout, Uncle Zhang immediately lifted up his gown.
He lowered his legs and ran towards the corridor on the third floor. He knew that at the end of the corridor was the fire staircase. Maybe he could escape from there.
Huang Fenglin's agent was watching in the corridor. Hearing the sound of running behind him, he immediately turned around. He was surprised to see that the target of his surveillance was running past him in a hurry. Then, he saw
Several people also ran towards the corridor with guns in their hands.
Huang Fenglin's agent made a small involuntary mistake. He reached into his arms and pulled out his gun. His action hurt him. When You Shaoqing's agent saw Zhang Bowei running into the corridor in a hurry, he had already identified him.
I was going to report the news. Suddenly I saw another person in the corridor, taking out a gun from his arms... He fired a shot first, and the person fell down.
Then, there was another gunshot, and Zhang Bowei rushed forward and fell heavily to the ground. Blood poured out from his back and soon spread on the floor under him.
.
You Shaoqing then rushed into the corridor. She saw one of her men searching for a pistol from a person. Zhang Bowei fell on the ground not far ahead.
She shouted to the people around her: "Seal both ends of the corridor and no one is allowed to leave! Call Lao Cheng and ask him to bring someone over for support!"
Someone poked his head out of the room in fear, and immediately a spy shouted: "Get back! Close the door!"
Du Ziyuan, who was in the room on the fourth floor, first heard someone knocking on the door as a warning, and then heard gunfire from below, knowing something was wrong. He sent Mrs. Meng and Wang Zhenqing away respectively.
When he finally left, he stood behind the door of the fire stairway on the third floor. Through the small opening in the door, he saw Uncle Zhang lying motionless on the ground. Two secret agents were guarding him. Du Ziyuan felt a chill coming from him.
