"No, don't kill me. I was forced too."
Wang Lizhong was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his face pale and sweating profusely. His head shook from side to side as if he was avoiding something, and he shouted softly.
Two people sat next to him, and they looked helpless when they saw this scene. Here they go again, this guy has been having nightmares since he arrived here.
It doesn't matter that he has nightmares, which prevents the two of them from resting. He is really a pest. If it weren't for the director's order, I would really want to beat him up.
"Look, this is the fate of being a traitor. You said he was doing well in the underground party, so why did he surrender?" One person was a little confused.
Another man wiped the gun on his hand, lowered his head and said: "Who knows, or if something is done over there, the only way to survive is to surrender. This has happened before."
The man who spoke earlier nodded, I'm afraid that's it, otherwise he would have been smart and left the commander of Southwest alone, and would have gone to Jinling to sleep in a useless building.
After thinking for a while, he shook his head: "You said that the director asked him to identify the underground party here. Is this reliable? Why do I feel that this guy is not doing his job well enough?"
The agent who was cleaning his gun put the gun back into his waist and glanced at his companion: "No, he wants the underground party to end more than we do, otherwise he will not live long."
"That's true, I'm afraid..."
"Bah bah bah bah..."
"Ouch."
The agent who was the first to speak was about to express his opinion when he heard gunshots crackling upstairs and almost had his tongue bitten off.
"Stop talking! Turn off the lights!"
After all, they were the elites sent by Xu Enzeng to protect them. The moment the gunfire sounded, the agent who cleaned the gun pulled out his gun, rushed out of the Japanese room, and stood at the corner of the wall to look outside.
The agent who bit his tongue was also slow to respond. He held back the severe pain in his mouth and reached out to put out the oil lamp. The hot lamp cord burned his palms to a burnt smell, but the man rushed towards Wang Lizhong without saying a word.
"Mr. Wang, don't be afraid. The Central Party Headquarters is not far away. Director Xu has already made arrangements." He pinned Wang Lizhong down and whispered good news to him.
Wang Lizhong's head was so dizzy that he didn't realize what was going on. He thought he was still in a dream. Only after he was suppressed by the agents for a while and began to out of breath did he realize that this was reality.
The underground party is here to fight!
Wang Lizhong shuddered subconsciously when he thought of the word "rape removal". He had heard and seen too many anti-rape operations in the Political Security Bureau, and today it was finally his turn.
The next second, he suppressed his fear and shouted in a low voice: "Come on, don't fight! You spies can't beat the underground party. The other party must be fully prepared. Let's leave here together."
"What the hell..."
The secret agent biting his tongue was furious when he heard this. Why do you mean we can't defeat them? Are you pointing at the monk and calling him bald? I don't believe it. The underground party has three heads and six arms.
When reinforcements from the Central Party Headquarters arrive, this group of underground party members will definitely flee. They are the regular army, and with just the few machine guns of the underground party, they will definitely not be able to gain favor in the face of an attack by the regular army.
Besides, do you think I don't want to run away? If it weren't for protecting you, I would have run away a long time ago. The agent became angrier as he thought about it, so he simply pressed down harder and pointed his pistol at the door.
Wang Lizhong was breathless, and a thought flashed through his mind, why did the underground party know this place? Director Xu said that this was top secret information, and only a few people knew the situation.
Moreover, since the secret service headquarters placed him here, he has not gone out, and all the beggars nearby have been silenced. There is no possibility of his whereabouts being leaked, unless there is a traitor among them.
This agent is an underground party, and he wants to kill himself!
When Wang Lizhong thought of this possibility, he was so scared that his liver and gallbladder split, and he tried desperately to run away. Seeing that he was dishonest, the agent in him immediately gave him a gun butt, and Wang Lizhong fainted.
"What's going on? Why are you beating this guy?" The agent outside turned around and asked, but he did not doubt his companions. After all, their hands were stained with the blood of the underground party.
The agent in the back room said angrily: "This bastard is too noisy. I asked him to be quiet. How about it? Why is there no sound upstairs? Are we winning? Do you want to go up and take a look?"
"It's not like that. The gunfire just now was very fierce. Now there is no gunfire at all, which is abnormal. We will stay here and wait for the support from the party headquarters to come." The spies outside were very cautious.
In fact, his caution was necessary, because at this moment, a sound of footsteps suddenly sounded, getting closer and closer to the three of them, and finally stopped outside the shooting range of the corner.
"Who is it? Reply."
The agent shouted to prevent accidental injury, but no one answered. His heart sank. He knew that everyone outside was probably dead. How many people from the underground party had come? The speed was too fast.
Also, there are four experienced agents upstairs responsible for surveillance, and there are three old people and a new person responsible for changing shifts on the first floor. How did the other party get in to such a heavily guarded safe spot.
He stopped talking, carefully aimed at the aisle, and deliberately lowered the muzzle of the gun. He was preparing to shoot the incoming person's chest and abdomen, which would directly incapacitate the person.
"Clang, bang..."
The agent did not wait for the enemy, but heard a strange voice. He cautiously stuck his head out and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a round thing rolling towards him in the darkness.
"Gulu...Gulu..."
"It's over, grenade!"
The agent trembled all over, yelled at the top of his lungs, turned around and wanted to run into the house, but this was a grenade that had passed through the tactics, and it exploded violently just as it rolled around the corner.
"Boom!"
The Mills grenade from the British Empire shined brightly in a foreign country, and the thousands-degree high-temperature airflow generated by the explosion of the 69-gram Banat dangerous goods flew in all directions.
The agent outside was first knocked into the air by the shock wave, and then the shrapnel passed through his body at a speed of 1,000 meters per second, hitting the cement wall and forming bright red flowers.
But this was just the beginning. The shock wave easily blew over the walls of the Japanese room made of paper. The violent explosion in the small space made the agents in the room dizzy and lost their weapons.
Wang Lizhong, who was originally in a coma, was internally injured by the shock coming from the surface. He spit out a large mouthful of blood with a pop. The injury was even more serious than that of the spy on him.
This is the result of being a meat pad.
The remaining agent didn't know that Wang Lizhong had saved his life. He shook his head and tried to dispel the buzzing in his ears. When he saw the pistol a few meters away, he quickly crawled over on his hands and knees.
His movements were crooked, as if he had drunk too much, and the pistol that was close to his eyes was floating around but could not be touched. This was a normal physiological reaction after the explosion, and it became his life-threatening talisman at this moment.
Without a gun, he couldn't protect himself. As for Wang Lizhong, just wish yourself well. Now it's up to his father and mother to marry and take care of themselves. An underground party traitor is not worth his life.
Finally he grabbed the pistol, but before he could turn around, he heard someone behind him seeming to say to himself: "The grenades of Lao Song's gang are really powerful, but it's a pity that they didn't leave a few more at the time."
The agent felt that the voice was a bit familiar. He slowly turned around and took a look. He was so frightened that he almost peed his pants. Why was Xiaomianhu, the intelligence section chief of the second branch, at their safe spot in the first branch?
Is it because there is strife among departments? No, in that case there should not be only Smiling Tiger. Then there is only one explanation. The intelligence section chief of the Secret Service is actually an underground party member. This is ridiculous.
After thinking about it, he asked with a grimace: "Can you spare my life?"
"Bang bang bang."
This was Zuo Zhong's answer. He beat the agent into a large sieve on the spot, and everyone who saw his face would die. Thinking of this, he turned around and shot the agent outside twice, hitting his head.
If this could allow the other party to escape death, he would admit defeat.
Zuo Zhong put down the gun in his hand, walked to Wang Lizhong and exposed his face. He had never seen this person's photo, but he could be protected by people everywhere, so who else could it be if it wasn't him.
This shameful traitor.
He looks like a human being, so how could he do something worse than a pig or a dog? Besides, the Political Security Bureau is not an underground worker. It is obvious why he knows Xie Jiuwen.
His ability to testify against Xie Jiuwen shows that the two must have known each other, and it was most likely that it was during the period when Xie Jiuwen's thoughts changed after he was captured by the Southwest, and the political defense road was originally responsible for transforming prisoners.
Maybe it was the ideological education he provided to Xie Jiuwen, a former national-military officer. As a result, the educated person died heroically within a few years, while the person who taught him the lesson defected to the enemy and rebelled. It is really an incomparable irony.
Zuo Zhong looked at his watch. There were still two minutes left. He then looked at the pile of files next to the Japanese room. Some files were ignited by the grenade explosion just now, causing little bits of fire.
He did not stop and slammed the glass oil lamp that had fallen to the ground onto the document. The kerosene in the oil pot met sparks, and the fire rushed to the second floor with a roar and spread rapidly.
Zuo Zhong sneered. He had lost so many important department personnel files. He wanted to see how Xu Enzeng could keep up and explain to his subordinates. You said you were investigating the underground party, but who could prove it.
He bent down and carried Wang Lizhong on his shoulders, walked out of the Japan Pavilion with firm steps, and strode away towards the north. The Central Party Headquarters was south of the Qunye Conference, and it was safer to retreat from the north.
Why did you expend so much effort to take away this traitor? Zuo Zhong had his own plan. The situation before and after Wang Ba Dan's rebellion must be investigated clearly to see if he needs to report to Lao K.
For example, the reason why he surrendered to the enemy, the process of surrendering to the enemy, whether anyone else participated in the rebellion except him and the sophomore high school student, and whether he identified anyone in those files.
"Ula, uh, uh."
"Quick, quick."
The sound of sirens and roars came from far behind him. Zuo Zhong looked back at the scene of flames, turned around with a smile, and disappeared into the boundless darkness with Wang Lizhong on his back.
