My years of espionage

Chapter 35: Brother Fan...

Zhou Hongsu did not light the kerosene lamp again.

Several comrades picked up two quilts and covered them. They lay on the ground and turned on their flashlights.

Zhou Hongsu didn't read the newspaper first, he looked at the photos first.

Looking at the photo, Zhou Hongsu's complexion changed, and a huge sadness surged up.

It's Lao Liao.

He remembered that this old comrade from the Anti-Japanese Alliance from Northeast China, except for him, all sacrificed on the battlefield against the Japanese invaders.

The organization arranged for Lao Liao to come to Shanghai to treat injuries, and it was Zhou Hongsu who was responsible for connecting him to the organization.

After that, the two never met again, and they heard the news of Lao Liao's sacrifice again.

Enduring the grief, Zhou Hongsu picked up the newspaper and read it carefully. After a while, her expression changed.

……

after an hour.

In a beautiful garden apartment on South Mathis Road.

"Old Zhou, you are violating organizational discipline." Peng Yuou criticized with a serious expression.

Today is not the day of the joint. According to the organizational discipline, Zhou Hongsu should not be here.

"Old Liao sacrificed." Zhou Hongsu didn't explain anything, he just took out the photo.

At that time, it was Peng Yuou who arranged for him to bring back Lao Liao.

Peng Yuou is the leader of the municipal party committee. He personally paid attention to and arranged for Lao Liao to treat his illness. Now that Lao Liao has an accident, Zhou Hongsu feels it is necessary to report to Peng Yuou immediately.

Sure enough, Peng Yuou didn't criticize him for violating discipline anymore, but his expression changed and he was very shocked, "Old Comrade Liao, how did he sacrifice?"

Zhou Hongsu made a detailed report on what he could understand.

Peng and Ou are sad and angry.

Lao Liao was not sacrificed in the front line of the battle against the Japanese invaders in Baishan and Heishui, but in the hands of the Kuomintang spies.

What a sad, and what an outrageous thing to do.

……

"According to my judgment, Lao Liao should have been preparing to meet our comrades." Zhou Hongsu expressed his speculation.

"Old Comrade Liao chose to sacrifice himself to save his comrades." Peng Yuou sighed.

Zhou Hongsu knew in his heart that to be able to make Lao Liao sacrifice himself so decisively, the comrades he wants to protect must be very important.

"Lao Peng, did Lao Liao stay active in the French Concession before he died?"

"What do you want to ask?"

"Lao Peng, Comrade Luo Yannian..." Zhou Hongsu immediately asked when she thought of something she had always wondered about.

"Old Zhou, organizational discipline!" Peng Yuou said in a deep voice.

Last month, the Political Office of the French Concession Police Department planned to secretly arrest Comrade Luo Yannian, an important leader of the municipal Party committee.

Not only this matter, before this, the organization has obtained important information about the French Concession several times.

Zhou Hongsu has always been confused. He is in charge of the intelligence work of the French Concession, but he has no knowledge of these intelligences.

Therefore, he speculates that there must be other sources of intelligence in the organization that he does not have access to.

"Old Peng, of course I know organizational discipline." Zhou Hongsu thought for a moment, then said, "Old Liao sacrificed, now what we have to do is to investigate the reason for Lao Liao's sacrifice and whether this line is still safe."

"If this line is reliable, I request that this line of intelligence be transferred to me."

He was in charge of intelligence work in the French Concession and felt that his request was reasonable.

……

Peng Yuou shook his head.

"Old Peng." Zhou Hongsu said eagerly.

"Okay, Old Zhou, this line can't be handed over to you, it's organizational discipline." Peng Yuou said flatly.

Seeing this, Zhou Hongsu could only sigh helplessly, but he didn't insist any longer.

Peng Yuou emphasized organizational discipline many times today, which shows that the line behind Comrade Liao is very important and special, and he must obey organizational decisions.

Peng Yuou smiled bitterly in his heart.

It's not that he doesn't want to hand over the line behind Lao Liao to Zhou Hongsu, the problem is that this line of intelligence is not in his hands at all.

This intelligence line directly belongs to the second branch of the Central Special Branch.

Central Techco entrusts Shanghai Techco to manage it.

Shanghai Teco and Shanghai local party organizations are two lines.

After the sacrifice of Comrade 'Bamboo Forest' of Shanghai Teko.

Peng Yuou temporarily obtained the right to receive information on this information line through the arrangement reserved by Comrade 'Zhulin' during his lifetime.

However, Peng Yuou only knew Lao Liao and knew nothing about Lao Liao's online.

He didn't even know what the other party's code name was.

All the connections are with Lao Liao.

Lao Liao sacrificed, and the line was broken.

For Peng Yuou, even the fact that this line is not in his own hands must be kept strictly confidential, and he cannot mention a single sentence to Zhou Hongsu.

This is the discipline of iron, forged by the lessons of blood.

……

"Lao Peng, look at this newspaper again."

"Tomorrow's "Declaration"?" Peng Yuou picked up the newspaper and could smell the strong ink smell. He glanced at the date.

"Yes, the comrade from Shenbao sent it over an hour ago."

"Sorrow!The anti-Japanese heroes are trapped, and the relatives are afflicted by the enemy. Why is this so! 》

The title of "Declaration" immediately caught Peng Yuou's attention, and he quickly finished reading it.

"Despicable and shameless!" Peng Yuou slapped the table heavily, "The relatives are hurt, the enemies are quick, well said!"

"Lao Peng, we must hurry up to rescue this comrade." Zhou Hongsu said emotionally.

"I know." Peng Yuou nodded, "It is definitely necessary to save, but there are a few points to be clear."

"You said." Zhou Hongsu nodded. Although he was anxious, he also understood that the underground work must be very cautious, and there is no rush.

"The first point is that this comrade's identity and background should be confirmed as much as possible. We can't say what the newspaper says."

"Yes, there are many exiled students at National Tongji University, and they should know some things."

"Second point." Peng Yuou was pacing, "Even if it's not our comrades, as long as they are patriotic patriots who fight against Japan, we must rescue them as much as possible."

"Of course."

"The third point, the comrades in the "Declaration", re-contact with this reporter friend to learn more details as much as possible."

"I'll make arrangements." Zhou Hongsu nodded and said.

"Fourth point, I will arrange a meeting with lawyer Song Liu as soon as possible, hire her as a lawyer, ask for a prison visit, and make direct contact with Mr. Zhu Yuan to defend him."

"The fifth point, the arrest of Father Kim Road, the arrest of the reporter friend of the "Declaration", and the shooting and patrol of Abbel Road all happened on the same day. We need to find out whether there is any Contact, whether it is a signal of a new round of search operations." Peng Yuou paused, "The identities of the two people who escaped on Abel Road, try to figure out as much as possible, they are probably our comrades."

"The sixth point." Peng Yuou looked sad, "Do everything possible to find out the truth of Lao Liao's murder. The blood of comrades must not be shed in vain. We must avenge the sacrificed comrades."

……

In the morning, the kinky rain is falling.

Cheng Qianfan didn't hold an umbrella, he put on the standard raincoat distributed by the patrol room.

"Brother Fan—"

The half-eldest boy came running screaming in the drizzle.

Cheng Qianfan skillfully held it down.

Neighbors burst into laughter, a joyous event for the residents of Yandri every morning.

Among the neighbors, no one would notice that the half-eldest boy did not shout 'help' today.

There was a scream of half a child from behind, Cheng Qianfan pulled down the rain cap and covered the police cap.

The rain dripped down the brim of his hat, covering his cold eyes.

One of his hands has quietly opened the holster, and with a click, the safety has also been opened.

　I beg for collection, recommend tickets, monthly tickets, rewards, thank the hard-working operators, and open the 'Chapter Talk' activity, I hope everyone can actively participate.

　
(End of this chapter)