Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

In the silent corridor, the sound of the elevator opening and closing was suddenly heard. Ah Sheng, who was daydreaming, subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of the elevator, but found that there was no one there.

"Damn it, it must be some little bastard playing a prank again."

After cursing inwardly, Ah Sheng turned his gaze back from the elevator entrance.

At some point, he felt his breathing becoming increasingly difficult, and finally his mind became gradually blurred.

Chang Zhengyang let go of his hand, and A Sheng's body slowly collapsed to the ground, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

"So he is really someone from Principal Jiang's side, the head of the Intelligence Section of the North American Station of the Bureau of Secrets!"

Chang Zhengyang looked down at Asheng, then looked up at the closed door of Room 1801 and gave a sarcastic smile.

Principal Jiang still has the old habit of promoting his own relatives. A young man from a wealthy family can even become the deputy chief of the intelligence department of an intelligence station.

It seems that ever since the plane crash in the heavy rain, the people in the Military Intelligence Bureau, or should we call it the Bureau of Secrets, have been getting worse and worse.

However, even though Chang Zhengyang was sarcastic, he still admired one thing about Kong Lingyun and A Sheng. That was that they were very good at framing others and making rumors, and they had learned some real lessons from Principal Jiang.

Because his guess was correct, Kong Lingyun had indeed arranged for the newspaper report. They had bribed the editors-in-chief of several newspapers, and the report would be published tomorrow during the day. Once the truth was discovered, it would be difficult to deal with the matter.

As the saying goes, it is easy to dodge an open attack but hard to guard against an arrow from the dark. If it weren't for Chang's tough tactics, anyone else would have had to passively accept it.

The top priority now is not to deal with these two people from the Secret Service, and Chang Zhengyang has no intention of killing them.

After all, China's intelligence network in North America has always been weak. Now that the people from the Bureau of Secrets have been discovered, they can use their intelligence network to develop China's intelligence network.

By the way, he remembered that China had a high-ranking deep throat lurking in the United States. Later, because a traitor came out, the deep throat committed suicide by covering his mouth and nose with tape in order to prevent the information from being leaked, relying on amazing willpower.

"Fuck it, some people are carrying heavy loads and others are shooting them in the back. It's fucking bullshit!"

Chang Zhengyang kicked A Sheng on the ground angrily. Fortunately, although he was angry, he was still rational. He just used clever strength and did not really kick A Sheng to death.

"Ugh, what's wrong with me? Why does it hurt so much?"

Ah Sheng got up from the floor, feeling pain all over his body, but he couldn't find a single wound. For a moment he thought he had been possessed by some evil spirit.

"We have figured out what happened. The most urgent thing now is to prevent the report from being published. However, the newspapers in the printing factory must have been printed by now, so your task is very simple. Find the printing factories of these newspapers and burn down their printing factories and offices before midnight."

"Understood, promise to complete the task."

Sima Hui and the others nodded solemnly, and Chang Zhengyang walked over and patted their shoulders one by one.

"The mission is not difficult, but you must also pay attention to safety. Go."

"Got it, teacher (boss)!"

Chang Zhengyang watched Sima Hui and the others walk into the night. After watching for a while, he turned and walked into the building. Soon he appeared on the top floor of the building, overlooking the largest city on the west coast of the United States.

Time passed minute by minute, and when the moon in the sky was getting higher and higher, there was a sudden light in the distance, and then several more lights appeared in all directions. A closer look revealed that these lit places were already ablaze with flames, illuminating the night sky of San Francisco.

I hope you bought fire insurance!

Chang Zhengyang looked at the locations of the fires, sneered, and watched quietly as the sleepy city of San Francisco suddenly became as noisy as a boiling pot.

Shouts, sirens, and fire trucks one after another speeding down the street, rushing towards the fire.

In the 1960s and 1970s, the golden generation of America was in its prime. They truly loved America and firmly believed that America at that time was the light of humanity, the beacon of freedom, and the new Rome!

Therefore, as soon as the fire broke out, a large number of police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances were quickly dispatched. It was completely different from what Chang Zhengyang had seen in his previous life. The American President was personally supervising the battle. The brave and fearless firefighters spent several hours and finally succeeded in rescuing a poor and helpless kitten in the building.

As for the residents in the building, I'm sorry, but God will keep them safe.

Chang Zhengyang's eyes were empty, with a myriad of emotions in his heart. In this world today, apart from the old man, he was probably the only one who knew that in a few decades, the former beacon of freedom would become such a horrible appearance!

Chang Zhengyang didn't care at all whether the owners of those newspapers would go bankrupt tomorrow or whether their employees would lose their jobs.

If they succeed in this, the Chinese people will have to delay for a few more years in order to have enough food to eat.

It was already past midnight and the fire had been gradually put out. The residents of San Francisco were still in shock and praying to God, hoping that there would be no casualties this time.

Compared to the Americans who were busy putting out the fire and were exhausted, several arsonists gathered on the rooftop of the building, drinking beer leisurely.

"Damn you, Old Hu. I'm taking the blame for you this time. No, I'm going to ask the American girl to pay for her mental damages."

Fatty Wang already knew the whole story at this point. He was so angry that he drank three bottles of beer in one breath before he suppressed his urge to kill. Finally, he turned his attention to Lao Hu.

Old Hu was also very embarrassed at this time, and he lowered his head and acted like a coward.

Sima Hui raised his hand to stop Fatty Wang and said in a deep voice, "Fatty, stop talking. Even if Lao Hu hadn't been here this time, this would have happened to any one of us."

After hearing this, Fatty Wang had to stop. Even so, he kept muttering about asking Shirley Yang for some mental compensation. After all, the Yang family was a wealthy family with a lot of money, so they definitely wouldn't care about a million or eight hundred thousand dollars in mental compensation or something.

Everyone ignored the fat man's muttering and looked at Chang Zhengyang, who was standing on the edge of the rooftop with his hands behind his back.

Sima Hui came over and whispered, "Teacher, what are you thinking about?"

Chang Zhengyang retracted his gaze and turned to look at Sima Hui and the others.

"Do you believe that in the next century, the Americans, or rather the Anglo-Saxon Jewish Alliance, will be the ultimate enemy of our Chinese nation?"

Anglo-Saxon Jews? The next century? The ultimate enemy?

Sima Hui couldn't help but ask: "Teacher, are you too..."

"You're just worrying, aren't you? Time will tell. I've decided that you all will stay in America. Your mission is to build a dark web in America that will span the entire Western world."