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Chapter 1284 Secret move

"Isn't it time for this guy to wake up?"

"The time is too short. Give him some more ammonia."

Half asleep and half awake, Big Ivan heard someone talking in English, and then he smelled a strong smell of urine, which made him open his eyes instantly and cough violently.

After finally catching his breath, he raised his head and looked around, and found that this was a small windowless room. Several mysterious men wearing masks were looking at him with their arms folded.

"Gentlemen, I think you will be disappointed. I have no money." Big Ivan said with a bitter face, and his hands tied behind his back twisted slightly.

Previous training told him that he must delay time in this situation. The longer the time was delayed, the greater the chance of escape, provided that the other party wanted to know something from him.

Zuo Zhong, hiding behind the mask, chuckled softly. He was indeed the Tsar's most trusted member of the Guards. Even though he had been away from the front line for many years, his reactions were still quick. But it was meaningless.

Zuo Zhong nodded to Wu Chunyang, who immediately arranged for his men to help the other party loosen up his muscles. His fists hit Big Ivan's ribs again and again, causing him to scream in pain.

"Pietro! Stop fighting. What do you want to know?"

Big Ivan's tone was filled with grief and indignation. How could this be an interrogation? They just started beating people without asking any questions. They should at least give him a chance to speak.

Zuo Zhong walked around him twice, then stopped and asked a question: "Are you Polish? And a Red Russian intelligence officer?"

"Pietro" was a derogatory term used by Polish nobles to refer to serfs, and its meaning was not very polite. Wu Chunyang punched Big Ivan twice again, and some things should not be said casually.

  This is because Gui Youguang is not here, otherwise the bald guy would have put the stinky socks

"%&%&%"

Big Ivan felt both pain and anger. He did not dare to scold Zuo Zhong anymore, so he could only greet some important figures in Moscow, using very impolite words. After cursing, he took the initiative to reveal his identity.

"I am Russian and served in the Tsar's Guards. If you are German, please feel free to kill me. I don't know any secrets."

After saying that, he simply shut his mouth and showed an attitude of refusal to cooperate. He said that a White Russian remnant was a Pole and a Red Russian, which was simply the greatest insult.

The Red Russians have faith, and so do the White Russians. Big Ivan is determined to prove his loyalty with his death. If he were a Japanese, he would have to shout "Your Majesty the Tsar, aboard!"

"Haha, Mr. Ivan, it's just a joke, don't worry." Zuo Zhong advised: "I know your identity very well and understand your concerns, but we are not Germans. It can even be said that we have conflicts with the Germans as well."

Big Ivan didn't say anything. Seeing this, Zuo Chong was not in a hurry. He slowly walked to the stool, sat down, and said something casually.

"Mr. Ivan, can you answer a question for me? I'm curious why you are paying attention to that British guest. His performance is impeccable, isn't it?"

When mentioning the words "British guests", Zuo Zhong emphasized the tone. Big Ivan's heart moved, but he continued to remain silent. It was not until a few minutes later that he sighed and replied softly.

"If you spend hundreds of days in trenches with Germans, you can accurately distinguish them from the crowd, so what are you doing? Am I going to die?"

Zuo Zhong and Wu Chunyang looked at each other and nodded imperceptibly. Then Wu Chunyang stepped forward and ended the conversation.

"We can let you go, but you have to keep it a secret and cooperate with us. As I said before, there is a small misunderstanding between us and the Germans. Deal?"

Big Ivan thought for a moment and answered, "Of course, as long as you can teach the Germans a lesson, I am willing to cooperate with you."

He no longer doubted the truthfulness of the other party's words, because the masked man could take his life at any time, so there was no need to lie.

"Good. Now close your eyes."

Wu Chunyang spoke again and covered Big Ivan's head with a black cloth again. Several young agents took the opportunity to step forward, unlock the handcuffs and shackles, and helped him out.

When Big Ivan regained his sight, he was already standing at a remote intersection in downtown Melbourne. Before he could say anything, the car that was carrying him accelerated and turned into a fork in the road.

  Holding the black cloth in his hand, Big Ivan was full of doubts. Who was the other party and how could he help him?

At this time, Wu Chunyang in the car asked Zuo Zhong a question: "Co-pilot, is it too risky to let him go? I still believe that only the dead can keep the secret."

Zuo Zhong looked at the night sky outside the window, and said with some deep meaning: "Chun Yang, don't you think this era needs some idealists? Besides, in addition to the students from New Zealand, we also need peripheral intelligence personnel. This is a test for him."

  Wu Chunyang thought about it and agreed. It would take a long time for the students to enter the industry. Distant water cannot quench immediate thirst. Veterans like Big Ivan are indeed suitable for being absorbed into the military or.

"Okay, let's get back to business. The Germans should be taking action soon. My opinion is to arrest people but not kill them."

Zuo Zhong's voice was heard in the car. Wu Chunyang was shocked by this. He quickly stepped on the brakes to slow down the car and asked Zuo Zhong the reason.

When we were in New Zealand, everyone discussed whether to adopt passive defense or active offense. The conclusion reached at the time was to walk on two legs and look for opportunities to launch a thundering attack on the Japanese and German agents. Why did the co-pilot change his mind?

Wu Chunyang felt that this might be an order from the higher-ups. Just like they let the Jews go, the government could not afford to have another enemy.

Moreover, there are many German-made equipment in the Kuomintang army. Although the Republic of China and Germany have severed diplomatic relations, the subsequent maintenance, repair and upgrading of these equipment still require the help of the Germans. This is an objective fact.

But Zuo Zhong's answer was different: "Chun Yang, you said that even if the Germans and Japanese fail this time, they will try again. They will not give up until they achieve their goal."

"That's right. Eliminating Japanese and German intelligence personnel can only be a temporary solution, not a fundamental solution." Wu Chunyang reiterated his point of view.

Zuo Chong stretched himself lazily and said with a smile, “So, sometimes killing people alone cannot solve the problem, dialogue is the only way. Of course, we must have enough bargaining chips before that.

Besides, Germans are Germans and Japanese are Japanese. We should look at the problem in two ways. Sanctions and dialogue are not contradictory. Only when the other party is hurt, they will sit down at the negotiation table obediently, otherwise the pharmaceutical industry will never have peace. "

Wu Chunyang seemed to understand and immediately sped up. The car sped through the streets of Melbourne late at night, leaving Big Ivan far behind.

Two days later, a truck drove out of the Hof Glass Factory. Big Ivan played a little joke on the driver, lifted the wooden barrier to let it pass, and a few minutes later picked up the phone and called a number.

"The cargo has been dispatched."

"Good job. Keep observing. Your reward is in the mailbox."

The person on the other end said something and hung up the phone. Big Ivan felt that this kind of life seemed pretty good. He could target the Germans and make some money at the same time.

Two hours later, the truck that left the Hof Glass Factory appeared at the Penicillin Pharmaceutical Factory. The driver stuck his head out of the window, shouted to open the door, and honked the horn with his right hand.

Amid the honking of horns and the driver's urging, Gucci walked out of the gatehouse and surrounded the truck with five or six guards, looking it over and over several times.

There is no doubt that the vehicle was from the glass factory. The license plate and every detail matched. The bumps on the front of the car, the dents on the wheels, and even the degree of wear on the paint were all exactly the same.

This is a little trick to distinguish whether a vehicle is real or fake. The license plate can be forged, but these details are difficult to imitate. However, the driver is a stranger.

"You are not the driver who delivered the goods last time." Gucci looked up at the cab, his tone neither light nor heavy, and put his right hand on his waist.

The driver shrugged and said nonchalantly, "My cousin is feeling a little unwell, so he asked me to deliver the goods. Please don't tell Mr. Hof, otherwise he will lose his job. He has a pair of children and a wife to support."

Gu Qi winked at the little spy, and someone immediately lay on the ground to check under the car, while another jumped into the car with a crowbar and checked the goods in the wooden boxes one by one.

The boxes were opened one by one, and they were all filled with brown medicine bottles. These were necessary storage tools for light-proof medicines, and the pharmaceutical factory had to purchase a batch every few days.

After checking for a long time without finding any problems, Gucci ordered the door to be opened, the driver stepped on the accelerator, and the truck rumbled into the gate.

A small agent approached Gucci and asked quietly: "Everything is fine with the truck. Do we need to verify the driver's words with the glass factory?"

"No need, tell the brothers to stay alert and wait for new orders." Gucci waved his hand and said calmly.

No matter whether the driver is a human or a ghost, they cannot move. If they move, the Germans will know they are exposed.

From the commanding heights of the pharmaceutical factory, Zuo Zhong and Wu Chunyang saw this scene. Wu Chunyang couldn't understand it. He thought the Germans would take advantage of the opportunity to transport the medicine bottles to sneak into the pharmaceutical factory, otherwise Mu He would not have to pretend to be a British businessman to go to the glass factory.

Compared with direct infiltration, this indirect infiltration is less difficult and safer. The operators only need to hide in the car, find a place to jump out of the car, and wait until dark to find an opportunity to act.

  The sudden replacement of the driver also proved Wu Chunyang's guess, but no German agents were found in the truck, and a driver alone could not complete the task of stealing the drug formula. What was the Germans planning?

"Be patient, this is just a fire reconnaissance." Zuo Zhong promptly answered Wu Chunyang's questions.

Wu Chunyang nodded in agreement, but was still a little worried. Today they checked the bottom of the vehicle, even the cargo box inside the vehicle, and saw no loopholes to exploit. He wondered if the Germans would give up the glass factory line.

Zuo Zhong saw his worry, smiled and said nothing more. The Germans would definitely not give up. In fact, Mu He had already made a move, but it was more covert.

People always choose to solve problems in the direction they are good at. What are the Germans good at? Zuo Zhong narrowed his eyes and probably guessed Mu He's trump card.

The two stopped talking and continued to monitor the truck and the driver from a distance. Soon the cargo was unloaded and the truck drove out of the pharmaceutical factory and headed towards the glass factory. During this time, the driver did not leave the vehicle at all, nor did he look around.

"Chun Yang, go and tell Fat Tiger to..."

Zuo Zhong called Wu Chunyang to his side and said a few words to him in a low voice. After listening, Wu Chunyang walked quickly towards the gate of the pharmaceutical factory.

After the glass factory's truck drove a few kilometers, the driver looked back through the rearview mirror and saw that no one was following him, so he turned the steering wheel and drove into a small road with trees on both sides.

The autumn wind blew, and two people were whispering in the rustling woods. From the sound, it was the driver and Mu Hyul.

"How's that thing performing?"

"Excellent! The guards at the pharmaceutical factory had no suspicion at all."

"Very good, ready for action."

"Yes, sir, but I still think that bribing or inciting the workers of the pharmaceutical factory is the right approach."

"No, the intelligence from the surveillance point proves that the pharmaceutical factory is well guarded and difficult to break in from the outside. That thing is the only chance. Our first priority is to send people into the pharmaceutical factory and execute the order. Long live the Führer."

"Long live the Führer!"

After a while, the truck drove out of the road and returned to the glass factory. The driver was replaced by a new person. Touching the thick stack of banknotes in his pocket, this person smiled.

(I am going abroad today. If you find any typos, please point them out and correct them when you have time.)