Old Gong fell to his knees with a pop, hugged the young man and cried, "I really didn't mean to do it. I was out for less than twenty minutes. There have been no accidents in the past. Who knew it would be like this this time."
"What, the past?"
The young man couldn't bear it any longer, kicked him out, pulled out his pistol and said sternly: "You should be very clear about the importance of the alarm, how many comrades' lives depend on it.
Do you know how much damage you have caused to the organization? I really want to shoot you bastard. Tell me honestly whether you missed the report when you sent early warnings before. "
"Spare your life, spare your life. There are only a few times. One time I drank too much and didn't pass it on. Then nothing happened. I...I thought this matter might not be that important. Please spare me."
Lao Gong was so frightened that he lay trembling on the ground with his head in his hands. He looked greedy for life and afraid of death, but a fierce light flashed in his lowered eyes, and his right hand slowly reached towards his chest pocket.
He knew very well that due to the Kwantung Army's control of radio stations and border blockades, it was difficult for the Northeast to contact organizations within the Kwantung Army, so the fact that he had betrayed his comrades was not spread.
But if this matter comes to light, his superiors will definitely find ways to investigate his past experiences. Thinking about the fate of those traitors, Lao Gong decided that he could not just sit still and wait for death. There might be a way to survive if he fights to the death.
"You! Wang Ba Dan!"
The young man there wanted to shoot several times, but the strict discipline made him put down the gun, and finally said angrily: "I have no right to deal with you, you just wait for the organization to deal with it."
You will stay in this room from now on. I hope you will think carefully during this time. Are you worthy of the trust of your superiors and worthy of entrusting safety to your comrades? "
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
"It's me, isn't it? I'm just a beast." Lao Gong slapped his face repeatedly. His cheeks became swollen after just a few slaps, and traces of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth and nostrils.
If you can escape with a few slaps, even if it is temporary, it is better than fighting for your life at the point of a gun. That is only the last option. As the saying goes, bullets have no eyes, and it is hard to say what the outcome will be.
The young man took a deep look at this person, wondering whether such a person who was greedy for life and afraid of death could be heroically injured in battle. He didn't believe it. Maybe the other person's past was not as glorious as he said.
But now is not the time to talk about this. After figuring out the reason why the early warning channel failed, the only thing left is to find a way to understand the situation of the arrested people, and then decide whether to carry out armed rescue.
This is a very cruel reality. If those two comrades persist, they will naturally be saved. If they fail to persist and leak the secrets of the party and organization to the enemy, then they are no longer comrades.
As for whether to restrict Lao Gong's movements, the young people think it is not necessary. This man has been moving around the Northeast and rarely goes out after arriving in Shanghai. Even if he wants to do something, he can't find a way.
Besides, he couldn't control the other party by himself. Binding and knocking him unconscious were inappropriate. No one could attack his own comrades without the authorization from his superiors. This was an iron discipline.
So after warning Lao Gong several times again, the young man hurriedly left the alarm point and went to the emergency contact point of the Shanghai Central Bureau, where someone had the authority to make a decision on what happened today.
It's a pity that he doesn't know that some people are used to betrayal. After the first time, there will be a second time. Such people don't care about anything but themselves and will inevitably find a way out in advance.
Lao Gong looked at the back of the person walking away in the dark night with a gloomy expression. He said that people will be punished for their own sake. Since the underground party will not give them a way to survive, why not find a way to survive? Maybe it will be better than now.
The streetlight shines in front of the window, and the black shadow reflected on the wall suddenly disappears. Ghosts will always be ghosts. They can only live in darkness without any light, as if they are afraid of being discovered by others.
Time passed by minute by minute.
It was a very restless night in Shanghai, with many people staying awake all night. The underground party was examining itself, Zuo Zhong was waiting for the development of the matter, and everyone at the secret service headquarters was busy instigating rebellion.
Xu Enzeng was sitting in an interrogation room at the Shanghai Station, holding a teacup in both hands, with a sly smile, looking at the middle-aged man on the interrogation chair with his head held high, and spoke slowly.
"Mr. Wu, right? Your identity is not a secret to us. You are from Lu Province. You are thirty-six years old. You were born in the 24th year of Guangxu's reign in the previous dynasty. You went to study in Red Russia in the 20th year of the Republic of China.
In the 23rd year of the Republic of China, I returned to the Republic of China this year. I passed through Gangcheng, Yangcheng, Fucheng, Hangcheng, and Shanghai. I taught foreign languages at the No. 1 Middle School in the city. The students liked you very much.
On your birthday, these children even chipped in to buy you a piece of cake. Yongji, this is the most high-end pastry shop in Shanghai, and the price is not cheap. How do you like it? How does it taste? "
He recounted the other person's background, experience, and life details as if he had seen it with his own eyes, and his tone was like a chat between old friends, but the torture tools around him exposed the hypocrisy.
"I don't know what you are talking about. My surname is not Wu, my surname is Huang. I have never been to Red Russia. I went to France and the United Kingdom. Sir, why did you bring me here?"
The middle-aged man, whose surname was Wu or Huang, opened his mouth and said. His eyes couldn't help but glance at various torture instruments, his throat kept trembling, his legs under the robe shook slightly, and his lips were frighteningly white.
"This is boring, Mr. Wu."
Xu Enzeng narrowed his eyes and said confidently: "There must be a reason why we dare to arrest you. You are the Propaganda Minister of the Shanghai Central Bureau of the Underground Party. This official position is not small." Gu Hao
Propaganda Director of the Shanghai Central Bureau of the Underground Party.
As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged man was suddenly shocked, with a trace of fear in his eyes. Only a few people in Shanghai knew his identity and position. Why would the Guo Party know it so well?
There is only one possibility.
The organization has created a traitor.
As soon as he arrived in Shanghai, the organization reminded him that the situation between the enemy and ourselves in the country was very serious and the enemy was pervasive. He originally thought it was an exaggeration, but now it seems to be just an objective comment.
The middle-aged man couldn't help but regret in his heart. If he had known this, he should not have stayed in the city. No matter whether he left school temporarily or went to the concession, he would not fall into the hands of the enemy.
"Mr. Wu, why don't you speak? Hahaha, you can continue to tell those made-up stories. I'm all ears. But when my patience is worn out, it's time for us to see the real story."
After Xu Enzeng finished speaking, he suddenly turned the lamp on the interrogation table. The dazzling light shone directly on the middle-aged man's face. The man quickly raised his hand to cover his eyes. The agents present smiled knowingly when they saw this.
You can't pretend to be a tough guy. Some things can be seen in the subtleties. How can a person who is even afraid of light survive torture? This underground party will soon surrender.
The middle-aged man muttered twice and lowered his head: "I don't know what you are talking about. I am not an underground party. This is your persecution of people in the cultural circle and your shameless slander."
"I won't shed tears until I see the coffin!"
Xu Enzeng's smile turned cold, and he clapped his hands immediately: "Bring people in, let Minister Wu see his subordinates, maybe our minister has some important meeting spirit to express."
"Ha ha ha ha."
The dim lightbulb on the roof swayed gently, the agents laughed wildly, the light and shadow on the gloomy face kept changing, cold sweat broke out on the middle-aged man's head, and his body trembled even more.
"Squeak~~"
The iron door of the interrogation room opened, and a bald man wearing a coarse short coat walked in, nodding and bowing: "I have met all the officers, Mr. Wu is a senior official of the underground party, I can testify.
This guy has said more than once how high his status is. As long as I obey the order of the organization and perform well, he will recommend me to his superiors, no, to the upper echelons of the rebels. He spoke loudly. "
Really exposed.
As soon as the middle-aged man saw the person coming, he immediately closed his eyes in despair. When he first came to Shanghai, he was the person the other person picked up at the station, and he also interacted with him in the following secret missions.
In order to gain trust and attention, he did reveal his identity. Who would have thought that this person would defect to the Kuomintang. Now no matter what he said, it was useless. I regretted not listening to Teko's warning.
"Okay, let's go out and receive the reward."
Xu Enzeng waved his hand casually, and after the man left with all his thanks, he turned to look at the middle-aged man: "Minister Wu, look, even if you don't admit it, I still have enough evidence to convict you.
Let's not beat around the bush. As long as you are willing to cooperate and tell the secrets of the underground party in Shanghai, glory and wealth are right in front of you. You are all scholars. I really don't want to see you suffer. "
As he spoke, he winked. The llama cooperated and put the red-hot tongs into the water. It made a tingling sound. The middle-aged man was excited and licked his dry lips.
"Say it, you'll be relieved."
Seeing that the other party was relaxed, Xu Enzeng lost no opportunity and whispered persuasion: "I have also studied abroad. I know the hardships of Chinese people in foreign countries. You must have suffered a lot.
A real man was born in troubled times and should make great contributions. Wouldn't it be a pity to die so quietly? You have wasted so many years of hard work. Don't you want your talents to be put to use?
The party-state is willing to give you this opportunity. With your status and ability, you will definitely have a good future. Why hang yourself on a tree in the underground party? Minister Wu, I think I am right. "
After saying these words that seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, he sat there with his arms folded and waited for a while. Seeing that there was no response from the other party, he stood up and prepared to walk out, saying something with a little regret in his mouth.
"Luoma, greet Minister Wu well."
"Wait a minute, I, I said!"
The middle-aged man shouted anxiously, and then slumped down on the interrogation chair. He knew that he would not be able to survive the torture. In this case, it was better to do it quickly to avoid asking for trouble.
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