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In the Bai Gongguan peace talks preparatory group office, some members of each group were playing poker, some were playing chess, but no one was working.

This situation has been going on for nearly more than a month.

Although it was a bit boring, the salary was generous and delicious food and drinks were provided. Everyone was patiently waiting for the order to go up to the peak, and there was no rush at all.

They are all elites who have seen the world. They know that with the current international situation, the peace talks between the government and Japan will probably not be fruitful, and there is no point in rushing.

In one of the offices, several people were holding mahjong hands and discussing the matter.

"France and the UK are indeed strong in national power, but the main forces are in Europe. In my opinion, if they really want to fight the Japanese, the outcome will be unpredictable."

"Yes, I have been to Southeast Asia and observed the Western garrisons in Java, Gangcheng, Luzon, Siam, and Cochin. Their disciplines are lax and their equipment is old. They are no different from the Japanese army."

"Hahaha, it doesn't matter, we can't come out on top this time, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

"Yes, once Japan begins to conquer Nanyang, the imperialist troops there will have no chance of resisting, and peace talks will automatically resume at that time."

I have to say that these people's speculations are very accurate. It's just that they are obviously talented, but they want to compete with the Japanese for their dogs. It is really confusing.

While everyone was talking, they heard someone shouting to gather outside, so they put down what they were doing and came to the courtyard.

Facing the members of the preparation team who looked puzzled, Zuo Zhong clapped his hands with a smile on his face and informed them of the good news.

——This mission ended successfully and the blockade was lifted.

However, in order to ensure that the news is not leaked, the members of the preparation team will be moved to another place and will stay for a few more days before going home, and the rewards they deserve will be paid soon.

Everyone was happy to hear that they could go home and get benefits, and they immediately expressed their gratitude to Zuo Zhong.

Zuo Chong shook his head with a smile and motioned for everyone to pack their luggage. Then he whispered a few words to Gu Qi, Song Ming, and Gui Youguang, and the three of them whispered yes.

Meng Ting, who was responsible for keeping secrets, watched with cold eyes. He had received the order and fully cooperated with the military commander's work.

Xu Enzeng even called and asked him not to ask anything, not to look at anything, and to completely forget about the matter.

Looking at the figures returning to the dormitory and the stern-looking military agents, Meng Ting guessed something, but it had nothing to do with him.

after an hour.

The documents stored in the basement of the two-story building and the peace negotiation documents in the interrogation room were moved to a corner of the yard by military reunification agents and poured with several barrels of gasoline.

The members of the preparatory team carrying large and small bags didn't pay attention. They just regarded it as a normal destruction operation. They boarded several trucks with smiles on their faces and discussed with each other the arrangements for returning home.

After counting the number of people and confirming that everyone was present, Zuo Zhong and Gu Qi got into a car and drove at the front, leading the convoy out of Bai Mansion.

The convoy traveled quickly through the complex road network of the mountain city, turning left and right towards the southern part of the mountain city. After driving for several ten minutes, it finally stopped on the embankment near the coral dam.

This was the execution ground where Zhongtong shot underground party prisoners to identify Meng Ting.

In June, the mountain city is in the rainy season. It is rare that the wind is sunny today, the sky is blue, and the wind that is neither cold nor hot blows on the body, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

The Changtan, which used to be crowded with tourists, was deserted except for many heavily armed soldiers from the garrison headquarters standing with guns in hand and serious expressions on their faces.

After Zuo Zhong got out of the car, he stretched and nodded slightly towards Gui Youguang. It was time to send some people back to their hometown.

"Sir, why did you bring me here? Are you going to take a boat to the south bank?"

"Where's the boat? Why didn't I see the boat?"

The members of the peace talks preparatory team jumped out of the car and found themselves at the edge of the river. They all asked the secret agents in various directions, but they were answered with cold eyes.

Not only that, the little spies worked in pairs, quickly controlled their respective targets, and took out handcuffs to handcuff the other person behind his back. Now all the fools knew that something was wrong.

Murder and kill!
The members of the preparatory team still didn't understand that the government was no longer negotiating with the Japanese, and they were afraid that they would leak the news, so they were ready to kill them.

Knowing that they were not going to die soon, everyone had different reactions. Some people's legs went weak, and if the agents hadn't held them up, they would have almost collapsed on the ground.

Some people struggled desperately, shouting grievances or emphasizing their background, and at the same time got close to Zuo Zhong, trying to survive.

"Deputy Director Zuo, Director Bai of the National Police Agency and I are classmates, and he and you are close friends. Just let me go!"

"Left deputy seat, Zuo Zhong! My uncle is a lieutenant general. If you kill me, he will definitely avenge me."

The hoarse shouts kept ringing out, ruining Zuo Zhong's mood of admiring the beautiful scenery.

Seeing the deputy director frowning slightly, Gui Youguang grabbed the soldier's rifle and walked up to one of them, raised the butt of the rifle and hit the other person hard in the face.

According to the Western scientific community's hardness classification, the hardness of the walnut wood used to make the gun stock is 1000, while the hardness of the bones of the human face is only 200.

What is the result of the collision between the two? The answer is obvious.

Blood immediately spurted out from the man's mouth and nose, and a few teeth flew far away. Then he drooped his head like a dead fish and let the little agent drag him towards Qiantan.

"MD, the noise made me dizzy, bah."

Gui Youguang put down the bloody rifle and spat on the ground angrily.

The other members of the preparatory team witnessed his brutal behavior and were so frightened that they were dragged to Changtan. They knelt down in order as a sharp pain in their popliteal fossa occurred.

Stimulated by the cold ground, everyone came back to their senses and struggled even more fiercely. Soon the hard pebbles turned their knees to bloody pieces.

When they were placed on the ground, these people were already crying in pain, but no one cared at this moment. They were about to die, so this small injury was nothing.

In the past, the aloof elites begged for mercy, threatened, yelled, cried, fought for the ground with their heads, and all kinds of ugly things.

Zuo Zhong leaned on the hood with his back to the execution ground, took out a harmonica from his pocket, blew the reed gently, and the sound of music floated.

The music lingers in everyone's ears, with a gentle rhythm and a hint of generosity in the desolation, as if it is describing the melancholy of parting. The agents listened carefully and found that the deputy director was playing "Farewell". This song was widely circulated in the Republic of China and was played on the radio station from time to time.

Gu Qi couldn't help but hummed softly along with the beat. Gui Youguang shouted the command just at this time. With the cold light shining from the muzzle of the gun, the solemn execution ground was filled with some unspeakable emotions.

"Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road"

"Get ready~"

"The grass is green and the sky is green"

"Raise the gun~"

"put!"

"bang bang bang"

"Half acquaintances are scattered"

The sound of gunshots and harmonicas mingled, and the members of the preparatory team threw themselves down one after another, falling on the soil covered with the blood of the martyrs, like a belated memorial ceremony.

Not far away, the Changshui flows mightily to the east, seemingly taking away all the sins and the past, never to return.

On a hill several hundred meters away from the coral dam, Xu Enzeng looked far away in the direction of Changtan, heard the distant sound of the piano, and cursed.

"Executioner! Butcher! A cat cries over a mouse! Hypocrisy!"

Meng Ting beside him was dumbfounded and thought to himself, how could you have the nerve to say such words? These four words would be more appropriate to put on your head.

Of course, Meng Ting only dared to slander these words in his heart. On the surface, he nodded vigorously and accused Zuo Zhong of cruelty together with his immediate superior.

After the military commander collected the bodies and evacuated from the execution ground, the two of them also returned to the headquarters of the Central Military Commission by car. Xu Enzeng ran away without knowing where he was in the blink of an eye. Meng Ting climbed to the rooftop alone, facing the direction of the coral dam and was speechless for a long time.

"Director Meng, you are so leisurely. Is the mission at Bai Mansion over?"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind him. Meng Ting turned around and saw that it was Shen Dongxin, the chief secretary of Zhongtong.

He knew something about this person. Zuo Zhong's Fa Xiao was a top student at the Saint-Cyr Military Academy in France and a confidant of Director Zhu Liuxian.

Within Zhongtong, the other party has a lot of power. It is rumored that he will be promoted to deputy director in the near future, and he is very difficult to deal with Xu Enzeng.

Thinking of the consequences if someone saw him and Shen Dongxin meeting, Meng Ting calmly took two steps to the side, turned back and continued to look into the distance, and responded with a faint expression of gratitude, without any intention of talking in depth.

Shen Dongxin didn't take it seriously when he saw this. He stood side by side with Meng Ting, took out a cigarette and handed one to the other, lit the lighter and took a puff, saying calmly.

"I want to buy two kilograms of Shanlihong. Can Director Meng recommend a place?"

This short sentence was like a heavy hammer in Meng Ting's ears. The old intelligence officer was stunned and lost his mind on the spot.

He quickly regained his composure, checked the surrounding situation covertly, pretended to be nonchalant, and replied in a low voice.

"I heard that there is a store in the First Model Market that sells good Shanlihong. The owner's surname is Wang. Director Shen can go and have a look."

"Your surname is Wang? It's Huang, right?"

Hearing the last sentence of Huang, Meng Ting, who was originally expressionless, took a deep breath, slowly extended his right hand to Shen Dongxin, and said solemnly while suppressing his excitement.

"Hello."

These two words were not long, but he seemed to have spent all his energy. After finishing speaking, tears filled his eyes and his body trembled slightly.

Fighting alone in the heart of the enemy, the most unbearable thing is not the danger, but the loneliness with no end in sight.

Now, he finally has a comrade he can fight alongside.

Obviously, Meng Ting's arrest was a well-planned fake surrender, with the purpose of infiltrating the Central Government and obtaining information about the Kuomintang.

After repeated tests, he completed this task perfectly. No matter it was Xu Enzeng or someone, no one now had any doubts about his surrender.

"Hello."

Shen Dongxin held Meng Ting's hand tightly and replied equally excitedly. He had been fighting alone for almost six years since he returned to China in the 23rd year of the Republic of China.

As an insider lurking in the military command and the Central Command, his identity is top-secret. Even the traffic officer receives information from the dead mailbox and has no idea who the contact person is.

It feels great to be able to cooperate with my comrades now.

Who would have thought that the chief secretary of the Central Unification Committee, who came from a wealthy family and studied in France, would turn out to be a dissident.

With Shen Dongxin's position, he has access to most of Zhongtong's latent personnel files, intelligence activity plans, traffic station locations, secret codes and many other top-secret information.

This means that Xu Enzeng is no different from running naked in front of the underground party. When Meng Ting thought of this, he was pleasantly surprised and felt a pain in his heart.

In a daze, he seemed to see those comrades who sacrificed their lives in front of him, slowly walking away with the sound of "Farewell".

For the common ideal, countless people abandoned their homes and careers, gave up their comfort and comfort, and threw themselves into the torrent of life under the red flag without hesitation until death.

Farewell, comrades.

Our cause will surely prevail.

for sure!
(There will be an underground party plot next)

(End of this chapter)