The train driver in the courtyard

It's almost dusk.

The whole of Jinling was shrouded in dimness.

In the car class.

After the squad leader announced that Wang Quanmao would be the one to carry out this confidential transportation mission, he reminded him, "Old Wang, the factory attaches great importance to this mission. You should have a good rest tonight and be alert tomorrow. Don't make any mistakes."

Wang Quanmao was not at all excited as the squad leader expected. Instead, he walked back and forth impatiently in the office, smoking a cigarette.

The squad leader looked at Wang Quanmao, who was anxious as a cat, and asked, "Old Wang, what's wrong? This is an honorable mission, and many drivers are looking forward to it. Do you want to give up?"

"No, it's not."

Wang Quanmao was about to say something, but finally gritted his teeth and lowered his voice and said, "I'm dating someone and planned to meet him tomorrow, but now it's all delayed."

Upon hearing this, the squad leader said with a look of disappointment: "Comrade Wang Quanmao, can't you tell the difference between personal matters and official matters? With your level of ideological awareness, you still want to join the organization."

"Squad leader, I am already 25 years old this year, and my mother is still waiting to have a grandchild."

The squad leader interrupted him before he could finish, "Stop talking nonsense. This is a mission from above. You have to hold it up even if the sky falls. Don't even think about being a date. Hurry back and come over at 8pm. I'll announce the time and route, and we'll discuss it."

The squad leader meant well. Now that the list has been submitted, if Wang Quanmao quits, he would be a deserter, and his future in 219 would be over.

Wang Quanmao is an experienced person and is well aware of this. He knows that explanation is useless, so he can only leave the squad leader's office with a sigh.

He walked all the way to the outside of the small car team. Meng Binhong had been waiting for a while, with a hint of a hidden smile on his face: "Quan Mao, when is the appointment time with Comrade Liu Cui?"

Wang Quanmao looked a little embarrassed, and he stammered, "Ming, I guess it won't work tomorrow."

"how?"

"I'm going to carry out a transport mission."

Wang Quanmao quickly took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Meng Binhong: "Brother, you are my real brother, please explain to Xiao Liu, and when the mission is over, I will invite her to the movies."

"Brother Quanmao, it's not that I won't help you, but you also know Xiao Liu's personality. I think you will definitely have to blow it."

"Brother, help me think of a solution."

Seeing Wang Quanmao, a big and strong man, as anxious as a half-grown child, Meng Binhong knew that the time had come. He lit a cigarette and said in a low voice, "What time will you come back tomorrow? I'll let Xiao Liu wait for you."

"Hey, this is a good idea. Anyway, tomorrow's transportation will not leave Jinling, and it will probably take about half a day." Wang Quanmao's eyes lit up at first, but then his expression dimmed: "It's just that the time cannot be determined yet."

"You are the driver, the one who controls the steering wheel, but you don't know the time?"

"Oh, brother, I'm only telling you this. This transportation is very important. The time and route will be announced at 8 o'clock in the evening. After the announcement, according to the confidentiality regulations, I will not be able to leave the small car team."

"This is easy to do." Meng Binhong pointed to the backyard of the car class and said, "There is a window behind your dormitory. Once you get the driving route and time, I will hide outside the window and you tell me, isn't that all?"

"Brother, you are indeed a great engineer. You have a smart brain."

Wang Quanmao was so excited at the thought of dating the beautiful factory flower that he grabbed Meng Binhong's arm and said, "Don't worry, if I succeed in helping Xiao Liu, I will definitely thank you."

"You're welcome. I'm Xiao Liu's friend, and I hope to see her find a good man."

Hearing this, Wang Quanmao remembered the rumors about Meng Binhong, and immediately felt sick and let go of Meng Binhong's arm.

"Brother, wait outside the dormitory window."

Wang Quanmao turned and ran towards the car team.

Halfway through the run, a strange thought suddenly popped up in my mind: how come Meng Binhong knew so much about the dormitory conditions of the small car class?

As soon as this thought came to mind, it was dispelled by the desire for a beautiful daughter-in-law.

Half past eight in the evening.

"The bus will depart at 219:, starting from Factory , passing Yujiadu, Xianlong Road, Songjiabian, Donggangtou and Lujiaqiao."

"Lujia Bridge!"

In the cool summer breeze, Meng Binhong was walking on the dim road and suddenly stopped.

The Lujia Bridge is located at a crossroads, with few pedestrians and vehicles on weekdays, so we just need to ambush on one side.
Thinking of this, a sinister smile appeared on Meng Binhong's lips.

"Isn't this Meng Binhong? Why haven't you gone back to rest yet?" Li Aiguo had just come back from the bathroom after taking a shower. Seeing Meng Binhong standing there, he casually greeted him.

A chill ran from the soles of Meng Binhong's feet to the back of his head.

He felt like a kid who was caught eating candy by his parents.

But Meng Binhong reacted quickly. His stiff face trembled twice. He took two deep breaths and smiled awkwardly: "It's Consultant Li. It's so late at night. You're so scared. It's too hot in the dormitory. I can't sleep, so I came out for a walk."

"Really? It seems we have to ask the factory to install ceiling fans in every dormitory as soon as possible." Li Aiguo didn't seem to notice him, turned around and left.

Looking at Li Aiguo's back, Meng Binhong covered his pounding heart and took a long time to calm down.

You idiot, you are a consultant from above, but I am playing you around. I will leave tomorrow and you will stay here and cry.

Meng Binhong spat and went back to the dormitory humming a little tune.

After closing the door, he pulled the curtains, squatted on the ground, lifted a brick, and took out a glass bottle.

After shaking it and looking at the liquid inside, Meng Binhong smiled: "After so many years of preparation, it can finally be put to use."

"Brother Aiguo, that guy has pulled the curtains. See clearly what he is doing?" In the room on the fifth floor opposite, Zhou Ke handed the telescope to Li Aiguo.

"Those doing special work cannot be led by the enemy. Now that the plan has begun to be implemented, ignore him."

Li Aiguo just took a look and stood up: "From now on, the monitoring task will be handed over to Team 2. Zhou Ke, you take Team 1 to have a good rest tonight and prepare for tomorrow's operation."

"Yes!" Zhou Ke's heart jumped into his throat with excitement.

Since he was a child, Zhou Ke has dreamed of becoming a special operations soldier.

Now the dream is about to come true.

Everyone has a dream.

Dreams come in big and small sizes.

Some just want to eat a delicious meal.

Some of them want to become one in a million great generals.

No matter how big or small, these dreams can inspire people to work towards their goals.

Early the next morning, Meng Binhong pulled himself together, put the medicine bottle into his pocket, and walked to the cafeteria humming a little tune.

As usual, he ate half a steamed bun, a bowl of millet porridge and a serving of stir-fried cabbage.

The canteen helper was wiping the table. Seeing Meng Binhong occupying the seat, he smiled and said, "Comrade, please move aside."

How can you wipe the table while others are eating? Meng Binhong wanted to get angry at that time, but considering that he must not attract other people's attention today, he picked up the aluminum lunch box and stood up.

"It's so hot and humid today. I don't know if it will rain soon." The young helper wiped it twice hastily, asked Meng Binhong to sit down, and nodded at him apologetically.

Meng Binhong turned his head and looked out the window. It was sunny outside and there was no sign of rain.

"I hope it doesn't rain." Meng Binhong's heart tightened when he thought of the action that would take place later.

"Comrade, it hasn't rained in Jinling for more than a month. I heard that the crops in the nearby communes are almost dying of drought. Why are you hoping for no rain?" The young helper retorted when he heard this.

Meng Binhong didn't expect that his casual words were noticed by others, so he quickly changed his words: "Misunderstood, I meant that a heavy rain would immediately solve the difficulties of the brothers in the commune."

"That's good enough." The helper turned around and slowly started wiping the table.

Meng Binhong watched him busying around there and always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

This young helper has been working in the canteen for several years. He works honestly every day and is very thin. How could such a person be suspicious?

Maybe it's because the war is about to begin and I'm too sensitive. Meng Binhong secretly cheered himself up, swallowed the last mouthful of millet porridge, and walked out of the cafeteria carrying his lunch box.

Meng Binhong walked towards the office as usual. He seemed nonchalant, but he was always paying attention to the situation around him.

Fortunately, Factory 219 is as peaceful today as it has been in the past.

In a little while, I will go home, leave this dirty and ugly place and return to my beautiful home.

Meng Binhong took a deep breath and pushed open the office door.

At this time, Qian Gong was already sitting at his desk. When he saw him come in, he said with a smile, "Meng Binhong, why don't you marry the second aunt of Zhu Bajie from the third workshop?"

"Huh?" Meng Binhong knew that Zhu Bajie's second aunt was the female worker who weighed more than 200 pounds, had pockmarks all over her face, and whose voice sounded like a broken gong.

Qian Gong said in a mean way: "You don't like women anyway, so it doesn't matter which one you marry. Zhu Bajie's second aunt's father and brother are both in the slaughterhouse. When the time comes, I can also buy cheap meat bones from you."

"Get out." Meng Binhong realized that Qian Gong was teasing him again. He twitched his fingers in his pockets twice and tried to suppress his emotions.

Let him be proud for a while.

When Qian Gong saw that Meng Binhong was not angry, he became more excited and asked in a low voice: "Meng Binhong, you are well-educated, let me ask you something. How did the men in ancient times play with Longyang? There was no hole, hehehehehe"

Looking at Qian Gong's wretched face, Meng Binhong's expression changed rapidly, and finally he put on a smiling face, stood up, picked up the enamel pot and stood up: "I'll go get some water, do you want some?"

"Hurry up, it would be best if we could get some tea." Seeing an opportunity to take advantage, Qian Gong hurriedly handed over the enamel pot.

After Meng Binhong took it, he carried the enamel jugs to the water room and got two enamel jugs of boiling water. He walked to a secluded place, took out the glass bottle from his pocket, and unscrewed the cap.

He poured a little at first.

Thinking of what Qian Gong had just said, Meng Binhong simply picked up the bottle and poured it all in.

After doing all this quietly, Meng Binhong returned to his seat with the enamel mug, added some tea leaves into it, and then handed it back.

"I have to say that our Meng Binhong is generous. If I didn't like women, I would have married you by now."

Mr. Qian took advantage of the situation and took the enamel pot and put it on the table.

"This is the information we need today. Everyone, please pay attention." At this time, the deputy section chief came in and gave two copies of the materials to Qian Gong and Meng Binhong.

Qian Gong took the information and asked, "Zhou Ke, where is our Lao Liu? Did she go home to give birth to a child?"

"Old Qian, Section Chief Liu has other work to do." The deputy section chief replied, and turned to leave. Halfway through, he suddenly stopped and looked at Qian Gong and said, "Old Qian, your stinky mouth will kill you sooner or later."

The deputy section chief knew that Qian Gong was just like that, so he scolded him and left.

"What a stinky mouth! My mouth is blessed. Our Section Chief Liu's belly is so big, could it be anything but giving birth? Hahaha." Engineer Qian winked at Meng Binhong, picked up the enamel mug and took a sip of tea.

Meng Binhong stared at his throat, watched the tea go into his stomach, and secretly clenched his fists.

The plan begins!

After a while.

The pen in his hand fell to the ground, and Qian Gong suddenly covered his stomach and groaned loudly. "It hurts, it hurts so much, ouch."

"What's wrong?" Meng Binhong pretended to know nothing and walked over quickly.

"My stomach hurts so badly, Meng Binhong, please take me to the infirmary, directly to the hospital."

Mr. Qian felt as if his intestines were grabbed by a big hand, then kneaded into a ball and then stretched out.

"Meng Binhong... you, please help me go to the hospital..."

Before he could finish his words, Qian Gong suddenly convulsed violently, his face turned red, his eyes turned white, and after he fell to the ground, his feet began to bounce.

"Someone come, someone come quickly, Qian Gong is sick."

Hearing Meng Binhong's shout, the deputy section chief who was arranging work in the office next door ran over with several staff members.

"What happened to Qian Gong?"

Meng Binhong looked concerned: "I don't know either. He suddenly cried out that his stomach hurt, and then fainted on the ground."

The deputy section chief strode forward, squatted down and took a look.

At this time, Qian Gong's face was as pale as paper, and white foam was coming out of his mouth. His condition looked extremely serious, and it was obvious that the infirmary was unable to handle it.

"Well, come here, some people, take Qian Gong to Jinling First People's Hospital immediately."

Mr. Qian was usually annoying, so when the technicians heard this, they were unwilling to help. However, after being glanced at by the deputy section chief, they had no choice but to step forward.

"Let me do it." At this time, Meng Binhong pretended to recruit people and turned Qian Gong over.

Just one look and the technicians almost vomited.

The trousers of Mr. Qian's Zhongshan suit were covered with filth and emitted a foul odor.

It would be so shameful if this got on my body.

"We are all colleagues, what are you doing!" The deputy section chief yelled and couldn't help but take a step back.

Meng Binhong, however, didn't care and carried Qian Gong on his back, letting the filth get on his arms, legs, and back. "Chief, we still have a lot of work to do today. I'll take Qian Gong to the hospital."

"Okay, okay, Meng Binhong, thank you for your hard work. Don't worry, when the section chief comes back, I will definitely report this matter and let him praise you in front of the whole section."

The deputy section chief was worrying about how to solve the problem, but when he saw Meng Binhong take the initiative to come forward, he hurriedly agreed.

"We are all colleagues, and this is what I should do."

Meng Binhong was now an activist. He was about to go out with his money on his back, but then he stopped.

"Chief, I need a pass to go out. I'd like to trouble you to issue me one."

"Okay, okay, you wait."

According to the regulations of Factory 219, except for weekends, employees and leaders need a legitimate reason to leave the factory, and must obtain approval from the department leader.

Now Meng Binhong is trying to save people, and this reason is perfectly legitimate.

The deputy section chief quickly wrote a note and handed it to Meng Binhong, then went to the logistics department to arrange a flatbed tricycle.

Meng Binhong put Qian Gong on the back seat of the tricycle, rode the tricycle and hurried to the gate.

The security officer on duty saw someone coming and quickly walked out and stopped in front of the tricycle.

"what happened?"

"Hurry, someone is going to die, look!"

Meng Binhong didn't need to explain too much at this point. The filth all over his body and Qian Gong who was unconscious in the back seat said it all.

Although Qian Gong was smelling terribly, the security officer still held his nose and checked it out, then said, "Wait, I'll report to the leader."

The security officer called Section Chief He as required.

Section Chief He picked up the phone, listened to the report, and said loudly: "Human lives are at stake, release them immediately."

After hanging up the phone, Section Chief He turned his head and looked at Li Aiguo: "Advisor Li, you really guessed it right. Meng Binhong really took action."

After saying this, Section Chief He felt a little scared.

Meng Binhong's actions were really clever.

Who would doubt a kind-hearted person who sends his colleague to the hospital?
If he had not been confirmed as a suspect in advance, Section Chief He would have given him a thumbs up.

Zhou Ke was also stunned.

Yesterday, he was suddenly worried about how Meng Binhong would leave the heavily guarded Factory 219.

I was slapped in the face by Meng Binhong today.

"This dog Dieter is too cunning!"

Li Aiguo didn't care.

No matter how cunning the prey is, it is no match for a good hunter.

"I now declare the start of the Li Dai Tao Jiang Plan!"

Hearing this, Zhou Ke and the other members of the action team became more spirited.

Section Chief He looked at Li Aiguo and said, "Advisor Li, please say a few words to the comrades."

Li Aiguo was the commander-in-chief and the actual executor of this action plan. He had the qualifications and did not refuse. He said loudly: "We are the last line of defense for confidentiality. From now on, we must be alert and treat the enemy as cold and ruthless as the cold wind."

"Yes!" the team members shouted in unison.

"set off!"

Li Aiguo waved his hand, and the team members were divided into two groups. One group, led by Lao Mao, set off early.

Li Aiguo brought Zhou Ke and several team members to the small car class.

At this time, driver Wang from the small car team had already started the jeep.

The confidentiality officer from the confidentiality department and two officers from the security department all got on the bus and were about to implement the confidential transportation plan.

Seeing Li Aiguo and Section Chief He coming over, the squad leader of the small car squad was stunned for a moment, then hurried over to ask them what they were here for.

Li Aiguo ignored him and said to the people passing by the car: "All of you get off. Now the Jinling Meteorological Station will personally carry out the confidential transportation mission."

The car squad leader scratched his head: "What's going on?"

Security Section Chief He frowned and said, "Team Leader Zhou, please follow the orders from the weather station."

"Yes!" Squad leader Zhou seemed to realize something and stood at attention.

The two security officers and the confidentiality officer quickly reacted and got out of the car. Driver Wang was also very happy: "So I can go on a date with Xiao Liu."

At this time, Li Aiguo was already sitting in the driver's seat. He rolled down the window and pointed at the few people and said, "Chief He, please isolate them all and wait for the confidentiality mission to be completed."

"Yes!"

Several people on the bus wore masks and changed their clothes on purpose, so they looked no different from the original transport team.

"Let's go." Li Aiguo stepped on the accelerator skillfully, and the jeep roared out of Factory 219.

Section Chief He watched the jeep disappear at the end of the road and clenched his fists tightly.

"It's finally time to start!"

"It's finally time to start!"

At this moment, Meng Binhong had already ridden his tricycle to a remote place.

He stopped the tricycle and looked around. Seeing that there was no one around, he jumped off the tricycle, pulled Qian Gong off the tricycle, and threw him into the woods on the side of the road.

Meng Binhong turned and walked towards the tricycle. After taking two steps, he suddenly turned back and muttered quietly, "This is too good for you."

He walked up to Qian Gong, rolled up his sleeves and squatted down.

Five minutes later, Meng Binhong turned around to look at his "masterpiece" and smiled proudly: "Old Qian, I didn't take your life this time, which is considered to be taking care of you, but from today on, you will get a new nickname."

After laughing twice, Meng Binhong rode his tricycle and rode away.

He had never been so happy.

He had never been so free.

At this moment, he reached the peak of his life.

When the tricycle turned the three-way intersection, Meng Binhong saw a GAZ truck parked in front of him. His eyes lit up and he immediately rode his tricycle over.

"I'm here, Suyao"

Hu Suyao jumped off the truck. Today she was wearing a truck driver's blue and black work clothes, a hat, and her long hair tucked into it, making her look particularly capable.

"Meng Binhong, where is the route for the confidential transport?"

Meng Binhong took out a note from his pocket and handed it over, saying hurriedly: "It's here, hurry up, the confidential transportation is about to start, we must get to Lujiaqiao as soon as possible."

Hu Suyao put the note away and handed him a set of clothes: "Put on this to avoid being discovered."

Meng Binhong felt a little strange when he saw the half-new truck driver's uniform with the transport team's logo on it.

According to his plan, he would just use a large truck to ram the GAZ jeep and overturn it, then kill those people while they were injured and steal the confidential information in a simple and efficient manner without the need for disguise at all.

"hurry up."

However, under Hu Suyao's urging, Meng Binhong quickly changed his clothes and threw his old clothes into the truck bed.

Meng Binhong has already begun to fantasize about returning to his hometown with Hu Suyao, sitting under the beautiful cherry trees and enjoying a wonderful life.

With good wishes in mind, he quickly walked around the front of the truck to the passenger door and opened it.

pat.

The black muzzle of the gun protruded from inside and hit him on the forehead.

The touch of cold metal instantly spread throughout the body.

At this moment, Meng Binhong felt that time had stopped, his muscles stiffened, and cold sweat ran down his forehead.

He was afraid of offending the other party, so he didn't dare to look up, and hurriedly asked in a low voice: "What's going on, what's going on!"

A cold voice came from my ear: "Hound."

Hearing this familiar voice, Meng Binhong hesitated and asked, "Old Gun?"

As he spoke, he raised his head slightly, and seeing that the other party did not pull the trigger, he mustered up the courage to look up at the gunman.

Just one glance and Meng Binhong was stunned where he stood.

"You, you are Lao Qiang?!"

"You never expected that, Hound. I reminded you this morning for the sake of our long-standing friendship, but you didn't listen."

The canteen helper pointed a gun at Meng Binhong's head with a ferocious look on his face: "You dared to betray St. Peter for your own selfish interests! Fortunately, Butterfly tipped off in time this time, otherwise I would have been fooled by you."

"Butterfly. It turned out to be you who betrayed me, Hu Suyao." Meng Binhong's face was ashen, his body softened and he wanted to lean against the hood of the car, and "click" the old gun opened the safety switch.

Meng Binhong knew that Lao Qiang would shoot without hesitation, so he could only hold on and said, "Hu Suyao, I am thinking about both of us. As long as we get the information, we can leave the organization and return home. Why did you betray me?"

"You know what the situation is like back home now. People like us are not valued at all. We might as well stay here and continue the unfinished work of our parents!"

Hu Suyao no longer had her usual charm. Her eyes were filled with enthusiasm as she said loudly:

"Ever since I was sent here when I was five years old, my goal has been set, which is to make the people here submit to us."

"In order to achieve this goal, I have worked hard over the years to hone my marksmanship and practice radio transmission techniques."

"I put on a smile, moved around with all kinds of men, and endured their teasing."

“I finally met St. Peter, a great man who could help me realize this dream.

Now that I have made some achievements, you want me to give up everything and go back to my hometown with you, just to be a housewife who takes care of the children. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

Meng Binhong stared at Hu Suyao in a daze. He felt as if he had never recognized the true face of this woman.

"Hu Suyao, let me ask you one last question. Have you ever loved me?"

Faced with this question, Hu Suyao hesitated for a moment, and then said without any trouble: "My parents are both members of the Xuanyang Society. When I was born, my goal in this life had already been determined."

"Love. How ridiculous"

"Meng Binhong, after all these years, you are still so naive."

Lao Qiang urged, "Butterfly, stop talking so much. It will waste time. Let me kill him first."

As he spoke, Lao Qian was about to pull the trigger.

"boom"

Hu Suyao suddenly picked up a stick and hit Meng Binhong hard on the forehead.

The stick hit Meng Binhong's head with great force, directly hitting the front side panel of the car, leaving a dent.

Meng Binhong's body bounced back, swayed left and right, and fell to the ground with his eyes rolled back, his life or death unknown.

Lao Qiang frowned: "Butterfly, do you want to let him go? I warn you, you should know how the organization treats such traitors."

"How is that possible?" Butterfly threw away the stick, pointed at the truck and said, "If you fired the gun now, and the truck got into an accident later, Meng Binhong, the driver, would have a bullet hole on his forehead. If you were the head of the 219 Security Department, would you believe it?"

"That's right, Butterfly. You are smart. No wonder St. Peter values ​​you the most." Lao Qiang released the trigger and put away the pistol.

"Hurry down and help me throw him into the truck. It's too late."

Hearing Hu Suyao's urging, Lao Qian jumped off the truck, and the two of them worked together to throw Meng Binhong into the truck.

"Boy, although you betrayed the organization, the organization is very generous and finally gave you a glorious and sacred mission." Lao Qian spat at Meng Binhong and turned to get on the co-pilot seat.

Hu Suyao stepped on the accelerator and the GAZ truck rushed forward with a roar.

At this time, the lens is pulled up.

The GAZ jeep was running wildly on the road.

The routes of the two cars continued to expand and eventually intersected at the Lujiaqiao intersection.

(End of this chapter)