Reborn in the 1970s, the cold soldier is a bit sweet

Late at night, the temperature dropped sharply, the wind roared, and heavy snow fell like feathers in the cloudy sky.

There was silence in the courtyard of the family. Suddenly, a rustling sound came from a courtyard, and then a figure appeared in the invisible night.

Li Guoliang was dressed in black uniform and looked a little flustered. He carefully avoided the soldiers standing guard and patrolling, and walked quietly to the army office area, every step he took was like walking on thin ice.

Although the wind was biting, he was sweating profusely and finally arrived at the door of a leader's office.

Li Guoliang stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat that was about to flow into his eyes. After a cautious vision, he took out the tools he had prepared, unlocked the door and sneaked into the office quietly. He walked straight to a cabinet, picked up one of the files, and folded it. Put it in the breast pocket of your coat.

After restoring everything to its original state, he evacuated as cautiously as he had come.

Li Guoliang did not return to the hospital, but left the army.

This night, he was not the only one who was awake.

Zuo Songteng held a cup of tea and glanced lazily at the visitor who suddenly appeared: "I wonder what you are doing, Commander Li, at this hour?"

Li Guoliang's face looked a little ugly. He took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Zuo, those people have been dealt with."

Zuo Songteng didn't seem to worry about this matter at all, and said calmly: "Thank you, Captain Li."

Li Guoliang looked at Zuo Songteng: "Mr. Zuo, I brought you what you asked for."

After saying that, there was a trace of hesitation and struggle in his eyes. His hanging hands reached to his chest and waist and dropped again. He took out a folded document from his trouser pocket and handed it over.

The subordinate standing aside took the document from Li Guoliang and handed it to Zuo Songteng.

Zuo Shoto put down the tea cup in his hand, straightened up, opened the file and read it carefully.

After putting it away, he smiled and said, "Thank you Captain Li for your help."

Li Guoliang was too lazy to be polite to him and asked directly: "The things have been handed over to you. When will the quota be released?"

Zuo Songteng raised his eyebrows: "Captain Li, don't worry, I will definitely do what I promised you."

Li Guoliang snorted coldly: "It's best."

"Captain Li can just go back and wait for good news."

"Don't make me wait too long, otherwise I won't mind breaking the contract."

After leaving these words, Li Guoliang stood up and left.

Zuo Shoto took the document and read it carefully twice before taking out a suitcase from the drawer. After taking out the contents and processing the document, he called a subordinate and ordered: "Send this back to the superiors. "

"Yes, Mr. Zuo."

……

Chu Xingchen didn't sleep for more than a few hours that night. Things were almost settled, and he felt a little heavy.

He got up early the next morning and went directly to see Political Commissar Zhang after arriving at the army.

Political Commissar Zhang had just opened the office door and before he could sit down, he heard a knock on the door and looked up: "Xiao Chu, come in."

"You came just in time. I happened to have something to ask you."

Chu Xingchen entered the office and shouted: "Political commissar."

Political Commissar Zhang nodded, walked around the desk, pulled out a chair and sat down. He pointed to the chair opposite and said to Chu Xingchen: "Xiao Chu, sit down and talk."

After they sat down, he continued: "We already know about your wife's attack. Don't worry, the team will definitely punish you severely."

Anyone who dares to attack the scientific researchers of the Military Region Research Institute will not be spared, no matter who they are.

Chu Xingchen thanked him, and then said: "Political Commissar Zhang, can I participate in the interrogation?"

Political Commissar Zhang smiled and said: "You kid, you are planning to vent your anger on your wife."

He thought for a while and simply arranged: "I will leave the chief trial to you."

Chu Xingchen nodded and said, "Thank you, Political Commissar Zhang."

Political Commissar Zhang waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, and then said with a serious face: "What do you think of the deaths of those people last night?"

Chu Xingchen said: "It's too much of a coincidence."

Political Commissar Zhang nodded in agreement: "This matter must be investigated carefully, and the origins of those people must also be investigated."

"Yes, commissar."

"By the way, is there anything wrong with you coming so early?"

"I have something important to report to you."

Chu Xingchen told what Wang Xiaoxiao said last night about Mr. Zuo and Li Guoliang.

After hearing this, Political Commissar Zhang frowned. He said nothing, and touched the stubble on his chin, lost in thought.

Some time ago, two secret messages came from above. One was that a group of enemy agents had sneaked into Lan City, and the other was that spies appeared in their military region.

Only a few leaders knew about this, and they were asked by their superiors to find the mole as soon as possible and kill all the enemy agents who had infiltrated.

However, these enemy agents are so good at disguising that they still have no clues, and because the inner culprit is not clear yet, they dare not act aggressively, so they can only do it in secret.

Political Commissar Zhang hesitated for a long time before telling Chu Xingchen the contents of the secret letter.

Then he said solemnly: "Xiao Chu, I leave Mr. Zuo's matter to you to investigate. You must find him out. I suspect he may be an enemy agent."

"Yes, commissar."

Chu Xingchen didn't react much. The result was similar to what he had guessed.

Political Commissar Zhang continued to ask: "Do you have any evidence about Li Guoliang?"

Chu Xingchen shook his head and said, "No."

Political Commissar Zhang was about to burst. Such things were really troublesome. He sighed and said in a deep voice: "Let's check them too."

Chu Xingchen responded: "Yes, political commissar."

Political Commissar Zhang rubbed his head tiredly: "Xiao Chu, there are not many people I can trust now, so I have been working hard on you recently."

Chu Xingchen said seriously: "Political commissar, this is my profession."

Political Commissar Zhang stood up and reached out to pat him on the shoulder: "Go and do your work. If you have anything, please report to me at any time."

After Chu Xingchen left, Political Commissar Zhang thought about it and picked up the phone to report to his superiors. In this situation, he would rather make a mistake than let it go.

Military prison.

In the dark cell, Chen Hu and others were already very impatient after being detained for a night.

One boy grabbed a few handfuls of his hair irritably: "Brother Tiger, what should we do now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, another boy continued with a frightened look on his face: "That's right, Brother Hu, can we still go out? Will we be shot?"

"Ugh... I don't want to be shot. I don't want to die."

The sound of suppressed cries followed, and the cell suddenly became noisy.

Chen Hu glanced at the younger brothers with cold eyes and roared: "Shut the hell up."

If the noise continues, the guards will definitely be attracted, and then they will have nothing to gain.

His words had an effect, and the cell became quiet.

Chen Hu's eyes passed over the faces of his younger brothers one by one. Although he was already panicking, he still pretended to be calm. He lowered his voice and said: "Listen to me. If you want to go out, just keep your mouth tight. No. Don’t say a single word that needs to be said.”

After hearing this, a glimmer of hope appeared on the faces of the younger brothers. They nodded and said, "Brother Hu, don't worry, we won't tell you even if we are beaten to death."

"Yes, yes, Brother Tiger, we all listen to you."

Chen Hu waved his hand to signal them to be quiet, then called a few younger brothers together and warned: "If someone comes to interrogate, remember to say this..."