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Chapter 329 Captured
"No, don't kill me, I was forced too."

Wang Lizhong was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his face was pale, his head was sweating profusely, his head was shaking from side to side as if he was avoiding something, and he yelled in a low voice.

There were two people sitting next to him, and they showed helpless expressions when they saw this scene, and here they are again, this guy has been having nightmares since he arrived here.

It doesn't matter if he has nightmares, they won't be able to rest even if it hurts them, he's really a villain, if it wasn't for the director's order, I really want to beat him up.

"Look, this is the fate of being a traitor. You said he did a good job in the underground party, so why did he surrender." One person was a little puzzled.

The other person wiped the gun in his hand, bowed his head and said, "Who knows, or committed a crime over there, and the only way to survive is to surrender. This happened before."

The person who spoke before nodded his head. I'm afraid that's the case. Otherwise, if he had a good mind, he would have gone to Jinling to sleep in an abandoned building because he thought the Southwest's chief was inappropriate.

After thinking for a while, he shook his head: "You said that the director asked him to identify the underground party here. Is this reliable? Why do I think this kid is not working hard?"

The spy who cleaned the gun put the gun back in his waist, and glanced at his companion: "No, he wants the underground party to die more than we do, otherwise his life will not last long."

"That's true, I'm afraid..."

"Bah bah bah bah..."

"Ouch."

The spy who spoke first was about to express his opinion when he heard gunfire crackling upstairs and almost bit off his tongue.

"Stop talking! Turn off the lights!"

After all, it was the elite sent by Xu Enzeng to perform protection. The spy who wiped the gun pulled out the gun the moment the gunshot rang out, rushed out of the Japanese room, and stood at the corner of the wall to look out.

The spy who bit his tongue reacted quickly as well. Enduring the severe pain in his mouth, he stretched out his hand to extinguish the oil lamp. The scalding lamp rope made his palm smell burnt, but the man rushed towards Wang Lizhong without saying a word.

"Mr. Wang, don't be afraid. Not far away is the Central Party Headquarters. Director Xu has already made arrangements." He pushed Wang Lizhong under his body and whispered the good news to him.

Wang Lizhong's head was in a daze, and he didn't realize what was going on. He thought he was still in a dream. After he was suppressed by the spies for a while and started to lose his breath, he realized that this was reality.

The underground party is here to eliminate rape!
Thinking of the word anti-rape, Wang Lizhong trembled subconsciously. He had heard and seen too many anti-rape operations in the Political Security Bureau, and today it was finally his turn to be responsible.

In the next second, he suppressed his fear and shouted in a low voice: "Hurry up, you can't fight! You spies can't beat the underground party. The other party must be fully prepared. Let's leave here together."

"What the hell are you..."

The tongue-biting secret agent was furious when he heard this. Why can't we beat them? Aren't you pointing at the monk and scolding him for being bald? I don't believe it. The underground party has three heads and six arms.

When the reinforcements from the Central Party Headquarters arrive, the underground party will definitely flee. They are the regular army, and with the machine guns of the underground party, they will definitely not be able to please the regular army's attack.

Besides, do you think I don't want to run away? If it wasn't for protecting you, I would have run away a long time ago. The more the secret agent thought about it, the more angry he was, so he pressed down harder and pointed the pistol at the door.

Wang Lizhong was so overwhelmed that he couldn't breathe, and a thought flashed in his mind, why did the underground party know this place? Director Xu said that this was top-secret information, and only a few people knew about it.

Moreover, since the Secret Service Headquarters placed him here, he has not been out, and the beggars nearby have also been silenced, so there is no possibility of his whereabouts being leaked, unless there is a traitor among them.

This spy is an underground party, he wants to kill himself!

When Wang Lizhong thought of this possibility, he was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder split and he desperately wanted to run away. Seeing that he was dishonest, the spy on him immediately gave him the butt of a gun, and Wang Lizhong fainted in a daze.

"What's the matter, what are you doing beating this guy?" The spy outside turned around and asked, but he didn't doubt his companions, after all, they all had the blood of the underground party on their hands.

The secret agent in the back room said angrily: "This bastard is too noisy, I told him to be quiet, what, why is there no sound upstairs, did we win the battle, do you want to go up and take a look."

"It's not like, the gunshots just now were very intense, but now there is no gunshots at all, which is abnormal. We will stay here and wait for the support personnel from the party headquarters to come." The spies outside were very cautious.

In fact, it was necessary for him to be cautious, because at this moment, a sound of footsteps suddenly sounded, getting closer and closer to the three of them, and finally stopped outside the shooting range of the corner.

"Who is it, call back."

The secret agent yelled to prevent accidental injury, but no one answered. His heart sank, knowing that everyone outside might be dead, and how many people from the underground party had come, and the speed was too fast.

Also, four experienced spies upstairs are in charge of monitoring, and there are three old people and one newcomer on the first floor who are in charge of changing shifts. How did the other party get in such a heavily guarded security point?

He stopped talking, carefully aimed at the aisle, and deliberately lowered the muzzle of the gun, which was the chest and abdomen position where he was going to shoot the person who came later, which could directly incapacitate the person.

"Zang, bang..."

The spy didn't wait for the enemy, but heard an unfamiliar voice. He poked his head out cautiously and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a round object rolling towards him in the darkness.

"Gulu... Gulu..."

"It's over, grenade!"

The spy trembled all over, shouted hoarsely, turned around and wanted to run into the house, but it was a tactical grenade, and it exploded violently just after rolling over the corner.

"Boom!"

The Mills grenade from the British Empire shined brightly in a foreign country, and the thousand-degree high-temperature airflow generated by the explosion of the 69-gram Banat dangerous goods flew in all directions.

The spy outside was first thrown into the air by the shock wave, and then the shrapnel passed through his body at a speed of 1000 meters per second, hitting the concrete wall and forming bright red flowers.

But this was just the beginning. The shock wave easily blew over the walls of the Japanese room made of paper. The violent explosion in the small space made the spies in the room dizzy and lost their weapons.

Wang Lizhong, who was originally in a coma, was injured internally by the vibration from the surface, and spit out a big mouthful of blood with a puff. The injury was even more serious than the spy on him.

This is the result of being a meat pad.

The only remaining spy didn't know that Wang Lizhong had saved his life. He shook his head, trying to dispel the buzzing in his ears. When he saw a pistol a few meters away, he quickly crawled over with his hands and feet.

His movements were crooked, as if he had drunk too much, and the pistol in front of him was floating around but he couldn't touch it. This was a normal physiological reaction after the explosion, and it became his death talisman at this moment.

Without a gun, he couldn't protect himself. As for Wang Lizhong, he could only wish for his own happiness. Now his father and mother are marrying and taking care of himself. An underground traitor is not worth his life.

Finally he grabbed the pistol, but before he could turn around, he heard someone behind him murmuring to himself: "The hand grenades of Lao Song's group are really powerful, but it's a pity that they didn't keep a few more at that time."

The spy felt that the voice was a bit familiar, and slowly turned around to look at it, and he was so scared that he almost peed his pants immediately, why did the intelligence chief of the second office, Xiao Mianhu, stay in their safe place.

Is it a division of the department? No, in that case there shouldn't be only Smiling Tiger alone. Then there is only one explanation. The intelligence chief of the Secret Service is actually an underground party member, which is too absurd.

After thinking about it, he asked a question with a bitter face: "Can you spare my life."

"Bang bang bang."

This was Zuo Zhong's answer. He beat the spy into a big sieve on the spot, and anyone who saw his face would die. Thinking of this, he turned around and shot the spy outside twice, in the head.

If this can make the other party escape from death, he admits it.

Zuo Zhong put down the gun in his hand, walked to Wang Lizhong's side and exposed his face. He had never seen the photo of this person, but he could be protected by a lot of people, so whoever it was.

This shameful traitor.

He looks like a dog, so why did he do such a thing that is inferior to a pig and a dog, and the Political Security Bureau is not an underground worker, so the reason why he knows Xie Jiuwen is obvious.

He can testify against Xie Jiuwen that the two must have known each other, and there is a high probability that it was during the time when Xie Jiuwen changed his mind after being captured by the Southwest, and the Political Security Bureau had the responsibility to transform the prisoners.

Maybe it was the ideological education he gave to Xie Jiuwen, an officer of the national army at the time. As a result, within a few years, those who were educated died heroically, while those who taught them defected to the enemy. It is really ironic.

Zuo Zhong looked at his watch. There were 2 minutes left, and he looked at the mountain of files next to the Japanese room. Some files were ignited by the explosion of the grenade just now, sparking a little flame.

Without stopping, he threw the glass oil lamp that had fallen on the ground onto the materials. When the kerosene in the oil pot met sparks, the fire rushed to the second floor and spread rapidly.

Zuo Zhong sneered, losing so many personnel files of important departments, he wanted to see how Xu Enzeng would keep up with the up and down account, you said you were investigating the underground party, but who could prove it.

He bent down and carried Wang Lizhong on his shoulders, walked out of the Japanese Pavilion firmly, and strode away towards the north. The Central Party Headquarters was in the south of the Quanye meeting place, and it was safer to retreat from the north.

Why did he take so much effort to take away this traitor? Zuo Zhong had his own plan. The situation before and after this bastard's rebellion must be investigated thoroughly to see if he needs to report to Old K.

For example, the reason why he surrendered to the enemy, the process of surrendering to the enemy, whether other than him and the sophomore were involved in the rebellion, and whether he identified anyone in those files.

"Ulla, Ulla, Ulla."

"Quick, quick."

The sirens and roars of ghosts and wolves came from far behind. Zuo Zhong looked back at the burning scene, turned around with a smile, and disappeared into the boundless darkness with Wang Lizhong on his back.

(End of this chapter)