You know, the team leader of the Shanghai District of the Secret Service is an extremely high-level agent. The Japanese Shanghai Special High School did not expect to catch such a big fish. It was like finding a treasure. Chen Qiang was immediately sent to the hospital for treatment. Emergency treatment.
Fortunately, when Chen Qiang took action, he arranged for a hidden agent to look out in the distance, and then reported the bad news immediately.
Weng Minghui was struck by lightning when he received the news. After standing still for a while, he closed the door by himself and stayed in the office for an hour. Then he walked out with a haggard look on his face, and quickly took people to visit Mr. Du.
If only the entire action team was wiped out, he would at least have some room for change.
However, Chen Qiang was captured alive by the Japanese, and this problem was very serious.
Chen Qiang is an old man who joined the Shanghai District of the Secret Service when it was established. He also holds the high position of leader of the First Action Team. His status in Shanghai District should be said to be second only to Weng Minghui.
If he could not withstand the torture of the Japanese and defected to the enemy, the harm he would bring to the Shanghai District and even the Secret Service Headquarters would be beyond the reach of a mere tall man. The consequences would be unimaginable to Weng Minghui.
Not many people know the news now, and the agent who was on the lookout has been put under house arrest by Weng Minghui immediately.
Weng Minghui knew that as soon as this news was reported to the Nanjing headquarters, a working group would rush from Nanjing to Shanghai before tonight, and he would probably be dismissed on the spot, and then taken back to Nanjing to wait for Dai Lilong disposal.
What's the final outcome? Perhaps it would be better to save one's life.
Weng Minghui locked himself in the room for an hour, racking his brains to find a solution.
But he almost scratched all the hair he had, not to mention trying to think of a foolproof solution, but he couldn't find one that was even remotely certain.
Perhaps a desperate approach would be to gather all the agents in Shanghai and directly raid the Japanese naval hospital where Chen Qiang is being treated.
You know, Shanghai District also has its own internal spies lurking in the Japanese overseas community.
One of the spies, a North Korean spy, works as a waiter at the Japanese Navy Club. Today he has urgent information delivered via carrier pigeons. This morning, several cars drove quickly into the naval hospital next to the Japanese Navy Club, and a few minutes later , the naval hospital was surrounded by soldiers of the Japanese Marine Corps, and everyone entering and exiting was carefully checked.
Based on this information, Weng Minghui basically determined that Chen Qiang was being treated at the Japanese Naval Hospital.
Being able to rescue Chen Qiang is of course the most ideal result, but Weng Minghui hardly dares to hope for this result.
Just kidding, in a hospital heavily guarded by Japanese Marines and special agents, you have to break through the layers of guards to get in, and then carry a seriously injured person back safely. This kind of almost hell-level operation is not something he and his men can do. Did it.
If he could rush in and beat Chen Qiang to death and evacuate quickly, this was the only feasible method that Weng Minghui could think of.
Since you didn't have time to serve the country, I'm here to help you. After all, since you are in this industry, everyone must have this awareness, right?
However, if he led hundreds of agents from across the region to raid a naval hospital heavily guarded by Japanese troops, even if he succeeded by luck, he didn't know how many people would be able to come back alive.
If most of the agents were killed in action, the Shanghai District of the Secret Service would cease to exist in name only. How could he explain to the headquarters?
Therefore, now Weng Minghui has no choice but to place his last hope on the mysterious force that he did not trust and had never contacted. Virgo said that he could seek help when necessary.
Fortunately, Mr. Du was also very helpful and quickly helped him contact the people over there.
Now, the longer he waits, the more expectations and hopes he has in his heart, and at the same time he becomes a little worried about gains and losses.
You know, this is a desperate job with the Japanese. What if others refuse?
What if you go there and it doesn’t work?
Just when he was thinking uneasily, he heard a rush of footsteps outside the yard.
Then he saw a short, stocky man in his thirties, wearing a black silk double-breasted coat and a wide tiger-head belt tied around his waist, walked in and said to him: "Mr. Weng, Brother Zheng is bringing the people over there." Come on, let's go to the door to greet you." This man is Mr. Du's bodyguard leader Duan Xiaohu.
Weng Minghui was a little stunned when he heard this. What does it mean? Could it be that the identity of the visitor was greater than that of the Principal of the Shanghai District Middle School of the Secret Service, and he had to go out to greet him in person?
Duan Xiaohu has been with Mr. Du for many years and has long been able to observe people's emotions. How could he not know what Mr. Weng is thinking?
But he was well aware of Zhou Wen's amazing record in Shanghai last year, and he had also interacted with Miaohua, Zhang Xiaoping and Xu Dacheng who were recuperating in Shanghai at the time.
Duan Xiaohu is also a martial arts practitioner, and he has pretty good martial arts skills. He follows Mr. Du around Shanghai and fights here and there. He has few opponents and is usually quite contented.
But one time I accidentally saw Zhang Xiaoping and Miaohua sparring in a small space in the hospital ward in order to recuperate their muscles in the later stages of recovery. I saw the two of them sitting upright like bells, their upper bodies as straight as if they were loose, and their hands were intersecting with fists and palms. They were hitting, slapping, grabbing, and using moves one after another. people.
When Miaohua saw that Duan Xiaohu was also a martial artist, and they received Mr. Du's care while they were recuperating in Shanghai, she taught Duan Xiaohu some moves and techniques, which benefited him a lot, and treated Miaohua as a teacher. Wait for it.
This was true for Miao Hua. For Zhou Wen, the commander of this heroic unit, who went to sink a Japanese armored warship alone, he was even more shocked and respected from the bottom of his heart.
At this time, Xiaolong muttered in his heart: "Don't say it's you, even if you, the acting director, are here, I'm afraid you will have to trot out to greet me."
Then he said softly: "Mr. Weng, Mr. Du is the one who came today, and we will also go to greet him."
When he said this, Weng Minghui's heart froze, wondering who this person was, even Mr. Du valued him so much. Recalling that this group of people was specifically mentioned by Virgo, it seemed that if you had any difficulties, just ask them for help.
But who they are and what abilities they have, even Virgos are very secretive and vague.
As for Duan Xiaolong, a figure with a prominent position in the Qinggang before, he had tried many things to make decisions about him. But there was an indescribable sense of protection and respect for that person in his tone.
At that moment, Weng Minghui did not dare to take the big one. He followed Duan Xiaohu to the entrance of the yard and saw Ming Zheng and three people walking towards this side.
