MTL - My Spy Years-Chapter 35 Brother Fan...

  Chapter 35 Brother Fan...

   Zhou Hongsu did not light the kerosene lamp again.

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

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

  Glancing at the photo, Zhou Hongsu's complexion changed, and great sadness welled up.

   is Lao Liao.

  He remembered this veteran comrade from the Northeast of the Anti-Japanese War. The whole family except him died on the battlefield against the Japanese invaders.

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

  After that, the two had no contact with each other again, and it was the news of Lao Liao's death when they heard the news again.

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

  …

after an hour.

  In a beautiful garden apartment on Ma Sinan Road.

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

   Today is not a day for joint meetings. According to organizational discipline, Zhou Hongsu should not have come here.

   "Lao Liao died." Zhou Hongsu didn't explain anything, he took out the photo directly.

   It was Peng Yuou who arranged for him to pick up 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 something happened to Lao Liao, Zhou Hongsu felt it necessary to report to Peng Yuou immediately.

   Sure enough, Peng Yuou did not criticize him for violating discipline, but his expression changed, he was shocked, "Old Comrade Liao, how did he sacrifice himself?"

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

  Peng and Ou are sad and angry.

  Lao Liao did not die on the front line of fighting the Japanese invaders in Baishan Heishui, but he died in the hands of the KMT secret agents.

  What a sad and infuriating thing this is.

  …

   "According to my judgment, Lao Liao should have been preparing to meet with our comrades at that time." Zhou Hongsu said his conjecture.

   "Comrade Lao Liao chose to sacrifice himself on his own initiative to save his comrades." Peng and Ouchang sighed.

  Zhou Hongsu knew in his heart that the comrades he wanted to protect must be very important for Lao Liao to sacrifice himself so resolutely.

   "Old Peng, did Lao Liao have been active in the French Concession before his death?"

   "What do you want to ask?"

   "Old Peng, Comrade Luo Yannian..." Zhou Hongsu asked immediately, thinking of the things he had been wondering about.

   "Old Zhou, organize and discipline!" Peng and Ou said in a deep voice.

  Last month, the Political Office of the Patrol House in the French Concession planned to secretly arrest Comrade Luo Yannian, an important leader of the Municipal Party Committee.

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

   Zhou Hongsu has always been confused. He is in charge of intelligence work in the French Concession, but he knows nothing about this information.

  So he speculated that there must be other sources of intelligence that he did not have in the organization.

  "Old Peng, of course I know organizational discipline." Zhou Hongsu thought for a moment, then said, "Old Liao has died. What we have to do now 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 intelligence line be transferred to my hands."

  He is in charge of intelligence work in the French Concession, and he feels that it is reasonable to make this request.

  …

  Peng and Gu shook their heads.

   "Old Peng." Zhou Hongsu said eagerly.

   "Okay, Lao Zhou, it is impossible to entrust this line to you. This is organizational discipline." Peng Yuou said decisively.

  Seeing this, Zhou Hongsu could only sigh helplessly, and he didn't insist anymore.

  Peng and Ou emphasized organizational discipline many times today. It can be seen that the line behind Comrade Lao Liao is very important and special. He must obey the organizational decision.

  Peng and Ou smiled wryly in their hearts.

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

   This intelligence line directly belongs to the Second Division of the Central Special Branch.

   Central Teke entrusts Shanghai Teke to manage it.

  Shanghai Teke and the local party organization in Shanghai are two lines.

  After the death of Comrade "Bamboo Forest" of Shanghai Teke.

  Peng and Ou temporarily obtained the right to receive information on this intelligence line through the arrangement reserved by Comrade "Zhulin" before his death.

  However, Peng and Ou only knew about Lao Liao, and knew nothing about Lao Liao's launch.

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

   All connections are with Lao Liao.

   Lao Liao died, and this line was broken.

  For Peng Yuou, even the fact that he did not control this line must be strictly kept secret, and he must not mention a word to Zhou Hongsu.

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

  …

   "Old Peng, read this newspaper again."

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

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

   "Sorrow! The anti-Japanese heroes are trapped, and the relatives and enemies are quick, why is it here! "

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

   "Despicable and shameless!" Peng and Ou slapped the table heavily, "The loved ones are hurt, the enemies are quick, well said!"

   "Old Peng, we must hurry up and rescue this comrade." Zhou Hongsu said emotionally.

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

   "Tell me." Zhou Hongsu nodded. Although he was anxious, he also understood that one must be very cautious in underground work, and there is no rush.

   "The first point is to confirm the identity and background of this comrade as much as possible. We can't just say what the newspaper says."

   "Yes, there are many exile students at National Tongji University. They should know something about it."

   "The second point." Peng and Ou were pacing, "Even if they are not our comrades, as long as they are anti-Japanese patriots, we must try our best to rescue them."

   "Of course."

   "The third point, the comrades in the "Shenbao" contacted this reporter friend again to learn more detailed information as much as possible."

   "I'll arrange it." Zhou Hongsu nodded and said.

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

"Fifth point, the arrest on Father Jin Road, the arrest of the reporter friend of the "Report" and the shooting incident on Yabel Road all happened on the same day. We need to find out whether there is any connection between them Contact, is it a sign of a new round of search and arrest operations." Peng and Ou paused, "The identities of the two people who escaped on Yabel Road, try to find 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 about Lao Liao's murder. The blood of comrades cannot be shed in vain. We must avenge the comrades who died."

  …

  In the morning, it was raining.

  Cheng Qianfan didn't hold an umbrella, he put on the standard raincoat issued by the police station.

   "Brother Fan—"

  The half-child came running in the drizzle, yelling.

  Cheng Qianfan pressed it skillfully.

  The neighbors laughed, which is a happy thing for the residents of Yandeli every morning.

  Among the neighbors, no one will notice that the half-baby didn't shout 'Help' today.

   There was a scream from behind, and Cheng Qianfan pulled off the rain cap to cover the police cap.

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

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

   Please collect, ask for recommendation tickets, ask for monthly tickets, ask for rewards, thank you for your hard work, and opened the "chapter talk" event, I hope everyone can actively participate.

  (end of this chapter)