Chen Haiyang personally visited the General Administration of Political Security, and Wu Mu personally came out to greet him. [No pop-up novel website] Chen Haiyang got straight to the point and asked for access to all the secret materials about the crew of the ship stored by the General Administration of Political Security.
"No problem, I'll take you to the database right away." Wu Mu promised, "Director Zhao has already given me instructions."
"I understand." Chen Haiyang said briefly, "I have already taken a preliminary look at the report of the ten-member group, and there is nothing suspicious about it. I can only see if you have any more valuable materials here."
"This is a pass to enter the archives." Wu Mu handed him a special pass. In addition to the usual content such as name and position, there was also a line of small words: "Valid once and can only be used on the day of issuance."
Wu Mu took Chen Haiyang into a courtyard where guards were standing guard. Inside stood several brick buildings as tall as warehouses, with high foundations.
Unlike other departments that love greening, there is no greening in this yard, and the ground is paved with hardened stones. The wall is very high, with densely packed broken glass standing on it.
A stone staircase leads to the ground floor entrance to the archives. There is a guard room in the doorway at the entrance. Two guards wearing blue collar badges carefully checked the IDs of Wu Mu and Chen Haiyang, and then recorded the entry and exit times on the registration book.
The light in the archives room was very dark. For a moment, Chen Haiyang could hardly see anything clearly. His vision recovered after a while. The room smelled of paper and dust. Rows of shelves and cabinets can be seen under the light cast from the tall lighting windows. There are piles, piles, and bundles of information and files everywhere.
There was a female data administrator in uniform not far from the entrance. Wumu said something to her. The matron immediately disappeared behind a mass of shelves and cupboards.
"She went to look through the index cards." Wumu explained, "Let's sit down for a while first, it won't be so fast."
About fifteen minutes later. The female administrator delivered a cardboard box.
"It's all here, Chief."
"Go and do your work, we'll take our time and see." Wu Mu said.
He said as he opened the carton, which was full of thin paper folders. The secret files of the Political Security Administration of a total of 23 people on the Harbor Patrol Boat No. 64, starting from Zhao Zhulong to the lowest third-class sailor, are here.
Their personnel files are in the Navy Department, and the report of the ten-man regiment of the Harbor Patrol Boat No. 64 is in the Political Department of the General Staff. Here is the political appraisal report that the General Administration of Political Security had made for them. Materials such as reports on performance in quarantine camps.
Wu Mu looked at the list of materials and shook his head: "Nothing exciting. They are all the most common materials."
Chen Haiyang was a little disappointed, but also a little happy. He looked at these simple materials one after another. These people have similar origins and experiences. Cantonese, Fujianese, Danhu, Hakka... fishermen, sailors, farmers...
Most people have been pirates, some in large gangs, and some working alone. They all have some small stains more or less, but just from these, there is no big problem with these people.
If their social relations are complicated. This is almost inevitable in the Navy. Many naturalized civilian navy personnel have inextricable ties with pirates because of their origins. Someone is familiar with Zheng Zhilong's subordinates, and someone's relatives are working under Liu Xiang - these are all common things. Such clues are no different than none.
Chen Haiyang originally expected that the Political Security Bureau had some secret investigation materials in its hands - this is very possible. The Political Security Bureau has the right to carry out independent investigations on any naturalized citizen considered "suspicious" at any time without seeking the consent of the department. .
"What do you think this matter is about?" Chen Haiyang asked Wu Mu.
"We can't draw a conclusion before we have all the materials," Wumu said cautiously, "but based on the materials we have so far, I think the possibility of rebellion is unlikely. It is very likely that he was hijacked."
Preventing defections is a task that the General Administration of Political Security has always focused on, especially in the navy. Naturalized civilians operate various ships of the Senate. Even on ships brought from old time and space like 8154, there are also naturalized sailors. figure. In case of defection. It will cause heavy losses to the equipment and the consequences will be very serious.
Chen Haiyang didn't know how the General Political Security Bureau carried out specific monitoring. But I guess they have their own means and methods. There is no doubt found in the report of the ten-man regiment alone: to launch a rebellion, at least half of the people on the ship must be colluded to be more confident. Previously, someone had to move frequently to connect in series. The reports of the two members of the Ten did not mention this activity.
Chen Haiyang nodded. If he was kidnapped, there would be fewer suspects. They would be Liu Xiang and Zheng Zhilong. Although the Dutch and Spanish are not impossible, they are very unlikely.
Now we need to find the whereabouts of Harbor Patrol 64, so that we can find out who did it and estimate their specific intentions. Chen Haiyang came out of the Political Security Bureau, got on his carriage, and told the driver: "Go to the Foreign Intelligence Bureau!"
That night, the Foreign Intelligence Service sent a message to the intelligence stations in Leizhou, Guangzhou and Taiwan, asking them to immediately send notices to intelligence personnel along the coast, asking them to pay attention to whether a single-masted patrol boat had been parked or passed nearby recently. Report to Lingao immediately once discovered.
While various departments in Lingao were working around the whereabouts of the ship, the Hong Kong Haixun No. 64 was sailing through the waves, heading: Taiwan.
Harbor Patrol No. 64 not only deviated from the needle route generally used by Chinese ships, but also far deviated from the routes commonly used by European ships. There is only this solitary ship on the vast sea. The sea was very rough, and big waves kept crashing onto the deck of the patrol boat. The flags on the mast and stern have all been stowed away, the artillery and typewriters have also been wrapped in canvas jackets, and there is not a single extra person on the deck except the necessary sailors.
The ship made a large circle on the sea and approached Kaohsiung from the southwest. However, its destination was not the Australian-controlled port, but to Xiaoliuqiu Island, a coral island 18 nautical miles away from Kaohsiung. .
In the evening of this day, the sun had not completely set. The sunset reflected the sky red, and the sky gradually darkened. It would be less than half an hour before dark. Harbor Patrol No. 64 has appeared in the waters off Xiaoliuqiu Island.
She swept the foaming waves with full sail and sailed toward the entrance of the bay with an agility she had never seen in her life. Any sailor who has sailed here knows the danger of this move - Xiaoliuqiu Island is a coral island. The edge of the island is densely covered with coral reefs and shoals, and it is very easy to run aground on the rocks. A shipwreck here would be a disaster for the sailors: the natives on Ryukyu Island are famous for their ferocity, and if you fall into their hands, you will definitely die. Therefore, although this place has long been discovered by European sailors and Fujian fishermen, there are no specialties that Europeans are interested in, and it is not a good port. Coupled with the ferocious natives, even though it is not far from Kaohsiung and Dayuan, the surrounding waters are There is little sign of ships.
However, the boat showed no sign of slowing down. The steering wheel had already turned towards the wind. The boat took advantage of the wind and moved through the twists and turns of the channel, moving forward with an incredible degree of stability. It seemed that it was very familiar with the channel here. Familiar and unconcerned with potential dangers. The captain, who was controlling the steering wheel on the bridge, was wrapped in a waterproof cloak made of raw wool, with a hood covering his head.
In a low and calm voice, he gave orders to the sailors from time to time and adjusted the sail's angle to the wind. Sometimes he would raise his telescope, as if searching for something. At this moment, a fire lit up deep in the harbor. On and off according to a certain rhythm. Apparently the captain was waiting for this signal. He immediately gave the command, turned the steering wheel, grazed the shoals and rocks, and sailed towards the fire like an arrow.
Harbor Patrol No. 64 thus avoided rocks and shoals, and sailed briskly into a secluded and deserted bay. There are green jungles on all sides. In an instant her rigging was slackened, the anchor dropped into the sea, and with a final jolt from the cable the ship lay at anchor. Almost at the same time, a native canoe suddenly appeared in the bay and rushed towards the patrol boat quickly.
The canoe reached the sloop from the waist waist on the port side, and several well-armed strong men climbed from the canoe onto the deck.
The captain waved his hand and threw his hood over his shoulder. His face was fully revealed under the lantern lights on the bridge - it was the strong man who commanded the hijacking of the ship. Those who climbed onto the deck bowed respectfully to him.
Ten minutes later, the canoe left the sailboat and carried the strong man to a temporary wooden trestle by the bay. The wooden trestle is covered by green vines and cannot be seen unless you get close.
This man is of medium build, wearing a thick round woolen hat on his head, and under his cloak a tight-fitting top that is commonly worn by Europeans, but it is made of cotton. The cowhide sword belt was slung across his broad chest, with an Arabian scimitar hanging on it, and two cowhide pistol holsters hanging on the belt. Wear wide linen trousers suitable for activities on the boat, with the legs tucked into high boots.
The man has a typical East Asian face. In his stern eyes, there was a determined look. He had no beard, his shoulders were broad, his arms and legs were strong, and his black hair hung in curls on his shoulders. He looked to be about thirty-five to forty years old, a man in his prime. His face was tanned by the sun, and there were deep wrinkles on his forehead. He looked like a weathered man.
