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Chapter 1400 The vast sea
Shancheng, No. 17, Lianglukou.

Gao Yuheng stood in front of the window with a cup of coffee, his eyes occasionally scanning the pedestrians and vehicles on the road. The agreed meeting time would be in half an hour, and he needed to observe whether there was any suspicious situation around him.

Since secretly joining the party in 37, Gao Yuheng has become accustomed to this dangerous lifestyle.

Because among the people he contacted were not only the head of the Northwest Representative Office, but also the military attaché of the Red Russian Embassy in the Republic of China.

Therefore, he had to be extremely cautious. Once his identity was exposed, both Northwest and Red Russia would be under tremendous diplomatic pressure.

Not far from Gao Yuheng's residence, three plainclothes men were sitting on the second floor of a teahouse, observing the movements outside and whispering to each other.

"Team leader, how could Gao Yuheng be an underground party member? Did the higher-ups make a mistake?"

"Yes, the target was reported a few years ago, but Minister Chen said that if the other party is an underground party, then these high-ranking officials of the National Government are all dissidents."

Two of them lowered their heads and said to the third person in a rather dissatisfied tone that it was really hard to carry out field missions in such a cold winter.

Hearing his subordinates' complaints, the man called the team leader scolded them in a low voice: "Don't mention the target's name! We should do whatever our superiors tell us to do. Has the target behaved abnormally recently?"

"No, the target is either on official business at various government agencies or taking a hot spring bath at a private villa in Beibei. His life is very regular."

"I haven't found that most of the people the target has contact with are important military and political figures in the government and celebrities, and they have no particular political inclinations."

The team leader nodded slightly when he heard this. In fact, he also didn't think that the target would have anything to do with dissidents.

Who is the target? He is the young marshal's confidant and Chief Wei's favorite, and he holds more positions than any other superior they have ever seen.

Xu Enzeng once commented on this man: He has the style of a European and American gentleman, with a chic manner, bold conversation, and a generous and magnanimous demeanor. He is like a magnet and can grab people by opening his mouth. He makes friends with everyone and goes everywhere.

How could such a person be an underground party member? What a joke! The more the team leader thought about it, the more he felt that his people were wasting their efforts. He gave up the idea of ​​continuing to follow them and yawned.

Out of boredom, the team leader casually asked, "Have you investigated the servants at the target residence and Beibei Villa?"

"We have checked. The servants in the mansion were all brought by the target from Jinling. They all have families and jobs, clean backgrounds, and clear details."

One person replied lazily, and then continued: "As for the villa, there is a gatekeeper inside. He usually works as a technician at the Gaokengyan Hydropower Station and is a distant relative of the target."

The team leader no longer had any doubts and was silently thinking about where to go after his shift. He glanced outside the door and happened to see a black car passing by.

[Guo Yu 8547], the license plate on the front of the car flashed by, the team leader was stunned for a moment, and the next moment he stood up from his seat abruptly. This was the vehicle of the military attaché's office of the Red Russian Embassy in the Guofu.

The Red Russian Military Attaché's Office is located at No. 24 Paotai Street, two or three kilometers away from the two intersections. Normally, the staff of the Military Attaché's Office rarely come here. Why did they appear today?

"You stay here and watch. Let's go out and take a look at the situation."

The team leader ordered one person to stay, and he took the other person out of the teahouse and ran quickly in the direction the car left.

As the roads in the mountain city were narrow, there were many pedestrians on the road, and vehicles were driving very slowly, the two men easily caught up with the car.

Seeing that the car was about to arrive at Gao Yuheng's residence, the team leader hid in the crowd, his face flushed. If there was really something wrong with the target, they would probably make a great contribution this time.

In the distance, the wheels of the car rolled over the bluestone slabs. The Red Russian driver in the driving seat looked in the rearview mirror and prepared to step on the brake pedal with his right foot.
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"Dong Dong Dong~"

At Old Dai's residence, the wall clock rang on time. Zuo Chong poured a cup of tea for Dai Chunfeng and reported in a low voice the arrangements for Miss Hua.

"Teacher, Miss Hua and Mr. Pan will take the cruise tonight to go to Australia City, and then go to the United States from there."

Dai Chunfeng sighed softly and nodded to indicate that he had no objection. At this point, it was obviously inappropriate for Miss Hua to stay in the mountain city. Going to North America might not be a bad idea.

After a long while, Old Dai turned around, looked at Zuo Zhong and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, Shen Zhong. This time, thanks to your manipulation, I was able to escape safely."

"You're too kind. Your loyalty to the Chairman is evident to all. Even if you don't have students, the Chairman won't make things difficult for you." Zuo Zhong was very humble, with no intention of seeking credit at all.

Dai Chunfeng smiled as he said, "Loyalty is the testimony of heaven and earth." He took a sip of hot tea and asked casually, "Shen Zhong, what have you been busy with these days?"

"Teacher, I met Miss Hua once and asked Dong Xin about the Central Bureau of Investigation's movements."

Zuo Zhong replied respectfully without hiding his whereabouts at all. Even though Old Dai did not go out, some things could not be hidden from him.

Sure enough, Old Dai was even more satisfied when he heard this answer. After chatting for a few more words, he suddenly started talking about something.

"Shen Zhong, Dong Xin should have told you that before Wang Hu and others were executed, someone called the Central Bureau of Investigation. Do you know who made the call?"

After saying this, Dai Chunfeng turned his head to look at Zuo Zhong, with no change in his facial expression.

Zuo Zhong's heart tightened, and he said hesitantly, "If I am not mistaken, this call should be related to you."

“Hahahaha.” Dai Chunfeng laughed non-stop, pointed at Zuo Zhong and shook his head: “I knew I couldn’t hide it from you. So, you don’t blame the teacher, do you?”

Although this sounded like a joke, Zuo Zhong didn't take it seriously. He quickly stood up and answered this fatal question.

"Teacher, you must have a reason for doing this. How can a student blame you?"

Saying nice words did not affect Zuo Zhong's greetings to Lao Dai's ancestors in his heart. If he had not told the truth just now, he would probably be under surveillance tomorrow. In the eyes of an old spy, not being absolutely loyal is equal to being absolutely disloyal, which can cost lives.

Dai Chunfeng nodded with relief when he saw that Zuo Zhong's reaction did not seem fake, but he did not explain too much, just glancing at the phone from time to time.

Zuo Chong saw all of this. For some reason, his eyelids began to twitch and he became more and more anxious.

In fact, after learning about the mysterious phone call, he realized one thing: Lao Dai didn't care about Wang Hu or Miss Hua's life or death. The other party had only one goal, which was to steal the underground party mole that had arranged the intelligence of the Guangdong Provincial Station.

To this end, Dai Chunfeng did not hesitate to join the game personally, hiding behind the scenes by informing on himself, and then revealing the list of suspects to Li Wei and the top leaders of the Military Control Commission.

This is different from using false intelligence to identify moles. The lists are real, and the leaks are real. Lao Dai does not expect to lock on to a precise target. His goal is to determine whether the mole exists.

As long as any person on the list makes an unusual move, such as receiving an early warning or an emergency contact, it can prove that there is a mole among the insiders. At this point, it is only a matter of time before the leaker is found.

Besides, Old Dai must have made preparations for both scenarios. There must be spies around Zuo Zhong and Li Wei. This is why Zuo Zhong asked He Yijun to accompany him. All his whereabouts must be witnessed by more than two eyewitnesses.

Now it depends on whether Old K can issue a warning to the northwest in time. Gao Yuheng's position is critical, and they must protect this precious source of intelligence. Zuo Zhong's nails are deeply embedded in the palm of his hand.

"Dingling bell~"

The phone suddenly rang, and Dai Chunfeng rushed to the phone and picked up the receiver. As the person on the other end spoke, Dai's expression kept changing, from expectation to disappointment, and from disappointment to confusion.

After hanging up the phone, he muttered to himself: "Why is there no movement? Did I guess wrong?"

Ten minutes ago.

The Red Russian driver was just about to step on the brake pedal when a shrill horn sounded from behind. The driver subconsciously slowed down, and the next second a truck sped past.

As the two vehicles met, the driver and the Red Russian military attaché in the back seat saw a few Russian letters written in white paint on the truck tarpaulin - "Danger".

The military attaché responded quickly and gave the driver an order in a deep voice: "Leave at a constant speed and go to the nearby department store."

As he said this, he half-opened the curtain on one side of the car. Gao Yuheng, who was in the mansion, saw this scene and his hand holding the coffee cup trembled slightly.

"Yuheng, what's wrong?"

Mrs. Gao came over and asked softly. As Gao Yuheng's closest person, she naturally knew his secret identity and the danger involved.

But she never complained and always silently supported her husband's life-saving career, truly achieving unity between husband and wife.

Gao Yuheng held his wife's hand and pretended to be relaxed, "It's okay. I may not be so busy next time, so I can have time to accompany you to visit the mountain city."

Mrs. Gao smiled sweetly, and the two held hands tightly. There was a constant stream of people passing by outside the window. The spies suffered from their lack of education and had to return empty-handed.

As for the truck that brought the news, it drove some distance and stopped in a secluded place. The driver got out of the car, cleaned the paint with gasoline and changed the license plate.

After dealing with the aftermath, the truck started again and quickly merged into the city. A deadly crisis dissipated silently.
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February 1943, at a dock in Macau.

Wang Hu, leaning on a cane, stood side by side with Zheng Daxin. In front of them was the boundless sea. Wang Hu was silent for a long time, and then asked Zheng Daxin in a low voice: "Old Zheng, are you leaving?"

After the leak was resolved, Wang Hu was executed by the police department. The next day, a wounded soldier appeared on the streets of the mountain city, and the Military Control Commission's Guangdong Provincial Station, thousands of miles away, accidentally discovered a batch of valuables.

As long as Wang Hu did not engage in activities in the Kuomintang-controlled areas, Dai Chunfeng, who had made a huge fortune, would be happy to let him go. After all, even though Miss Hua was gone, there were still Miss Wang and Miss Li, and picking up girls required capital.

Zheng Daxin looked at the rough ocean and said, "There is a new mission. What are your plans?"

As the sound of waves came, Wang Hu recalled the experience of being forced by the landlord to become a bandit, and thought of what Zheng Daxin had said. Countless thoughts swirled in his mind.

Thinking of the last part, he tilted his head and asked curiously, "Will you accept people who have gone astray?"

"Have you made up your mind?"

"Think about it!"

"Welcome, Comrade Wang Hu."

"Comrade?"

"Yes, like-minded comrades."

The conversation came to an abrupt end. Zheng Daxin laughed, and Wang Hu also laughed. The laughter of the two drifted farther and farther away in the sound of the waves, until it completely disappeared into the depths of the sea.

There is such a team that leads countless people of different classes and identities to embark on a life-saving road and fight for the cause of national and people's liberation all their lives.

The reason can be summarized in two sentences: the old era turns people into ghosts, and the new era turns ghosts into people.

Wang Hu is not the first person to transform from a ghost into a human, nor is he the last. This is just the beginning of a historical trend.

As the saying goes, heroes are revealed in times of crisis, and pillars of strength are revealed in times of high winds and rough waves.