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In the office.

After listening to Wang Tianfeng's words, Zhang Anping's face also showed a dense layer of confusion.

The two bewildered people sat there silently, with only the cigarette in Zhang Anping's fingers emitting wisps of smoke.

This is a very... very critical logic problem.

To say that they can't understand it would be to underestimate the mental fortitude of Wang Tianfeng or Zhang Anping. After all, being in the Party-state and the intelligence system, what kind of outrageous tactics haven't they seen?
The problem is that such a spontaneous and collective action involving three locations and four stations carries far-fetched implications.

When the flickering flame of the cigarette burned his fingers, Zhang Anping tossed the cigarette butt into the teacup where Wang Tianfeng had just extinguished his cigarette, then said in an almost indifferent tone:
"I never wanted my cousin's hard work to go to waste, and for that reason, I compromised time and time again, struggling to keep things going..."

“I know I didn’t do well enough, I know I’m not as good as my uncle, but I… but I never thought it would come to this.”

"Is this... still the same Military Intelligence Bureau that made the Japanese grit their teeth?"

He slumped weakly against the sofa, staring blankly as he asked:
"Old Wang, tell me... what exactly happened?"

"Military Intelligence Bureau, what exactly is going on?"

The term "Military Intelligence Bureau" has long been obsolete within the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (BIS) – at the very beginning of the reorganization, the name "Bureau of Investigation and Statistics" replaced "Military Intelligence Bureau".

Even Zhang Anping rarely mentioned the term "Military Intelligence Bureau".

But now, he's using the term "Military Intelligence Bureau."

Wang Tianfeng lowered his head, clearly understanding Zhang Anping's mindset—he wasn't the only one obsessed with the glory of the Military Intelligence Bureau; the man before him, struggling to maintain the situation through repeated political struggles, had never forgotten the glory of the Military Intelligence Bureau.

But he didn't know how to comfort the utterly dejected Zhang Anping.

He had seen all of Zhang Anping's efforts.

How can all of this be attributed to Zhang Anping's incompetence?

"The Party-State..."

Faced with Zhang Anping's incoherent question, Wang Tianfeng finally gave an answer, but his voice was hoarse, a bitter hoarseness.

"From top to bottom... no one was able to turn the tide."

These were meant to comfort Zhang Anping, but after saying them, Wang Tianfeng, like Zhang Anping, slumped weakly onto the sofa, as if he had lost all his strength.

There is a situation in the workplace, or rather, in the officialdom:
Some people try their best to turn the tide, but their superiors don't support them and their subordinates can't get anything done. In the end, those who try to turn the tide will cry out in grief and indignation, "It's all fate!"

However, this situation was not suitable for Wang Tianfeng.

He never hesitated to use any means to achieve his goals, yet Zhang Anping repeatedly stood up against all kinds of pressure for him and cleaned up the mess for him time and time again—such support was so rare in officialdom that it was almost nonexistent.

Doesn't Wang Tianfeng work hard?

Doesn't Wang Tianfeng fight back?
But what was the final result?
It's no exaggeration to say that I've accomplished nothing!
There are countless invisible nets hanging over the Party-state, restricting and binding the hands and feet of those who want to do things from various angles.

These nets, one after another, are not just about Katyusha!

To be precise, Katyusha was just one of the most insignificant points in the chain.

Perhaps it was the words "turning the tide" that reignited Zhang Anping's fighting spirit, or perhaps Zhang Anping's helplessness was only temporary. In any case, just as Wang Tianfeng was powerless, Zhang Anping had already concealed his exhaustion and once again transformed into the Zhang Shihao who never gave up despite repeated defeats.

"Old Wang, don't make this a secret—" Zhang Anping, his weariness and weakness gone, now revealed a chilling murderous intent on his face:
"Don't interfere from now on. I want to see how this play will end."

"I don't believe that the Party-state has reached a point of being riddled with problems and beyond redemption, and I don't believe that the world can be turned upside down!"

After saying this, Zhang Anping's voice turned cold:
Even if yin and yang are truly reversed, I will try to restore them to their original state!

Wang Tianfeng couldn't help but shudder. He sensed an unwavering killing intent in Zhang Anping's last words—just like when Zhang Anping decided to make a "great retreat" back in Shanghai.

The Great Retreat—literally meaning evacuation, but Zhang Anping's Great Retreat was a truly earth-shattering battle!

At this moment, Wang Tianfeng couldn't help but smile.

This is the unique brilliance that belongs to Zhang Shih-hao!
The repeated infighting within the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics only obscured Zhang Shih-hao's sharpness, but it did not diminish it!
"I believe you."

After uttering those four words softly, Wang Tianfeng took out several files from his briefcase and gently placed them on the table:
"This is an investigation report sent by the Suppression of Rebellion Brigade."

Zhang Anping reached out and pulled over the heavy files. Just as he was about to open one, Wang Tianfeng stood up, said softly, "I'm leaving now," and turned to leave. Zhang Anping did not get up to see him off, but slowly untied the thread on the file bag and solemnly took out the contents.

As Wang Tianfeng's footsteps faded into the distance, the coldness and murderous intent on Zhang Anping's face gradually dissipated. He stood up and stood by the window, silently staring at the courtyard.

Wang Tianfeng went downstairs.

Watching Wang Tianfeng's retreating figure, Zhang Anping's eyes gleamed with a mysterious light. Suddenly, his eyes lit up—because before getting into the car, Wang Tianfeng looked up in one direction for a few seconds and then smiled.

He immediately pulled up the 3D map of the headquarters in his mind and determined where Wang Tianfeng was looking.

Mao Renfeng's office!
[Did Mao have a habit of "spying"? Was he eyeing Wang Tianfeng?]

[Old Wang, is this a deliberate provocation?]

Putting himself in Mao Renfeng's shoes, Zhang Anping pondered for a long time before a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

Old Mao, Old Mao, worrying about things that are bound to happen, that really was a... good habit!

After returning to his seat and pondering for a while, Zhang Anping finally focused his attention on the investigation report, quickly reconstructing the infiltration of the Suppression Brigade into the three locations and four stations behind the report.

The report shows that the hasty actions of the three locations and four stations were actually under the watchful eye of the Suppression of Rebellion Brigade. Although there were omissions at key points and the report was full of speculation, the overall process did not escape the control of the Suppression of Rebellion Brigade.

Of course, this does not mean that the Suppression Corps completely infiltrated the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics and the Bureau of Communications in three locations and four stations. Rather, it means that the other side conducted special monitoring of these two systems and "detected" most of the actions of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics and the Bureau of Communications from the hurried operation trajectory last night. With further speculation, they were able to determine what they had done.

This is why these reports are filled with speculative language.

After putting down the report, Zhang Anping's gaze turned deep into thought.

[Given his personality, since he's certain the three locations and four stations are heavily infiltrated, this kind of backup plan is to be expected—Mao might misunderstand now, but to be on the safe side, it's best to add fuel to the fire. This way, my plan can proceed more smoothly.]

Having confirmed that his plan could proceed, Zhang Anping then turned his attention to Wang Tianfeng.

There is no doubt that Wang Tianfeng is disappointed with the current state of the Nationalist government, but he will not completely abandon it because of this disappointment—he will only choose to become a martyr, to be buried with this corrupt regime.

And in his eyes, I'm the same kind of person...

Thinking of this, Zhang Anping unconsciously moved his fingers, but did not tap the table.

[Right now... it's not the right time to play the Mingtai card.]

……

Director's Office.

Mao Renfeng and his confidant stood by the window. The confidant, having finished his report, carefully maintained a certain position, waiting for Mao Renfeng to speak. However, Mao Renfeng remained silent, his gaze fixed on a car in the yard.

Until the car's owner appeared.

Wang Tianfeng!
Perhaps sensing something, or perhaps it was just Wang Tianfeng's "provocation," the moment Wang Tianfeng got into the car, he suddenly stopped, turned his head, and fixed his gaze firmly on the window of the director's office.

Faced with Wang Tianfeng's actions, Mao Renfeng did not dodge, but instead looked at Wang Tianfeng across the distance—neither of them could see each other's expressions or eyes clearly, and Wang Tianfeng might not even be able to see Mao Renfeng's figure, but their gazes seemed to meet.

Wang Tianfeng revealed a smile, a smile that had almost never appeared on his face before.

Mao Renfeng's eyes narrowed sharply as she stared intently at Wang Tianfeng until he got into the car.

"What a...good dog!"

As the car drove away from the yard, Mao Renfeng uttered these words.

Once Wang Tianfeng's car was out of sight, Mao Renfeng returned to his seat, but his face was grim.

His intuition told him that Wang Tianfeng's appearance today was like a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken.

After his trusted aide Mao Renfeng sat down, his expression grew even more somber, and he cautiously spoke, "Chief..."

Mao Renfeng waved his hand, signaling the other party to remain silent, then picked up the phone and dialed a number. With the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics's declassification lifted, communications were naturally restored.

"Director Ye, it's me, Lao Mao."

"I'm hosting tonight, I wonder if Director Ye would do me the honor of joining me?"

"Okay, it's settled then."

After a few short sentences, Mao Renfeng hung up the phone, and then said to his confidant:

"Thank you for your hard work before. If it weren't for you running around, I would have been in a passive position this time."

The confidant quickly replied, "Serving the Director is no hardship at all."

Mao Renfeng smiled and said, "I'm having dinner with Ye Xiufeng tonight. You'll be joining me."

The confidant was overjoyed upon hearing this. He certainly didn't need the meal, but the fact that Mao Renfeng had brought him to such a private banquet meant that he had become the Director's confidant, and that was the most important thing.

"Okay, we'll talk about dinner later. Go investigate something first—" Mao Renfeng unconsciously lowered her voice:

"What exactly is Wang Tianfeng's role in the Suppression of Rebellion Brigade?!"

The confidant, though puzzled, answered yes without hesitation.

After praising his trusted confidant and handing him a deposit slip, Mao Renfeng signaled for him to leave. Once the confidant was gone, Mao Renfeng closed his eyes and began to ponder.

In Mao Renfeng's view, Wang Tianfeng was a venomous snake, the kind that could kill someone if given the chance.

Yesterday, Zhang Anping went to the section chief's office, and upon returning, he sealed off the bureau headquarters. He was immediately preparing to launch a crackdown on the secret service bureaus in three locations and four stations—he knew it was due to the Suppression of Rebellion Brigade, but Wang Tianfeng's recent appearance made Mao Renfeng consider another possibility:
Is Wang Tianfeng, who merely holds the title of advisor in the Suppression of Rebellion Brigade, really just an advisor?

Did the Japanese use the title of advisor to control the three puppet governments and later the Wang Jingwei regime, and Wang Tianfeng, in a similar way?

in the case of……

In other words:
Before the Lunar New Year, Wang Tianfeng was taken away by the section chief, which was Zhang Anping's deliberate act. And now, the real mastermind behind the Suppression of Rebellion Brigade might actually be Zhang Anping!

Thinking of this, Mao Renfeng couldn't help but gasp.

Generally speaking, it is impossible for a beneficiary of the system to rebel against himself—the reason why His Majesty rebelled is ultimately just speculation by later generations.

But is this "usual" statement really appropriate when applied to Zhang Anping?

So it's not a possibility, it's a certainty!

Previously, Mao Renfeng had not considered this point because he felt that Zhang Anping was a member of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, and his personality was destined to consider the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics as a whole.

The emergence of the Suppression of Rebellion Brigade was not a good thing for the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics and the Bureau of Party Affairs. In the end, the emergence of any intelligence force is just a matter of dividing the spoils.

The Suppression Corps is a manifestation of the director's will—it's still a fledgling now, but wasn't the Special Service Department, which was trying to snatch food from the mouth of the Party Affairs Investigation Department, also a fledgling when it first appeared?

Therefore, Zhang Anping should not be the one standing behind the Suppression of Rebellion Brigade.

But Wang Tianfeng's appearance made Mao Renfeng suddenly realize another possibility she had never considered:
Zhang Anping was standing right behind the Suppression Corps!
Even the fact that the Suppression Corps is now targeting the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics is very likely a scheme secretly orchestrated by Zhang Anping.

If this was all Zhang Anping's doing, then what I did last night was exactly what he wanted.

The thought of this possibility sent a cold sweat down Mao Renfeng's forehead.

He took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, but his hands couldn't help trembling. He had been fighting with Zhang Anping for so long. In the past, Zhang Anping had indeed played some killer moves, but back then, Zhang Anping never thought of killing him. The most dangerous time for him was when a fool stabbed him in the back and Zhang Anping got the evidence in his hands. But Zhang Anping used it to blackmail him into dealing with Zheng Yaoquan, and eventually drove Zheng Yaoquan away.

This time, although Zhang Anping's true purpose was unclear, his patient planning and his self-importance in making him look like a clown made his intentions...

They came only to deliver the final blow to themselves!

The handkerchief was slammed heavily on the table. Mao Renfeng's expression was somewhat distorted. Fighting is fighting, but you actually want to kill me?
You bastard Zhang Anping!

A decisive blow...

You think beautifully!

After taking a deep breath, Mao Renfeng picked up the phone again.

"Director Tang, this is Mao Renfeng."

Emperor Taizong of Tang!

Tang Zongdu was stunned on the other end of the phone, never expecting to receive a call from Mao Renfeng.

"Hmm? Director Mao? What a rare guest! I never expected Director Mao to call me!"

Mao Renfeng stated his purpose directly:
"I'm hosting tonight and plan to invite Director Zheng, Director Tang, and Director Ye. I wonder if Director Tang would do me the honor of joining us?"

Tang Zong's thoughts raced as he pondered Mao Renfeng's intentions. After a brief moment of thought, he agreed without hesitation.
"it is good!"

Tang Zong guessed that Mao Renfeng's phone call was probably related to the martial law that the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics had maintained for nearly 24 hours.

There's a 98% chance it's because of Zhang Anping—he was very curious about what Zhang Anping had done that forced Mao Renfeng to not only rebuild their little circle but also drag Ye Xiufeng from the Party Affairs Bureau into it.

After Tang Zong agreed, Mao Renfeng immediately called Zheng Yaoquan.

"Director Zheng, I am..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zheng Yaoquan on the other end of the phone hung up without hesitation, decisively and cleanly.

Mao Renfeng was stunned. These were all important figures, how could Zheng Yaoquan hang up the phone like that?

Hit again.

"Director Zheng, don't hang up yet, I have something important to discuss with you!"

"Hey, Director Mao, is this call from you, like a weasel, really about something important?!"

Zheng Yaoquan unleashed a barrage of taunts, making Mao Renfeng's lips twitch with anger.

However, Zheng Yaoquan's attitude is actually quite reasonable—if the matter had occurred earlier, Zheng Yaoquan probably wouldn't have transformed into a sorcerer, but would have directly insulted the bodies and organs of all the women in Mao Renfeng's family.

After all, the biggest reason for his defeat in the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics was Mao Renfeng's betrayal at a crucial moment.

Although Mao Renfeng's lips were twitching, she breathed a sigh of relief when Zheng Yaoquan spoke up, and quickly said:
"Director Zheng, are you aware of the matter concerning the Suppression of Rebellion Brigade?"

Zheng Yaoquan naturally continued to hurl insults:
"Director Mao is getting anxious? The innocent will clear themselves, Director Mao, why are you panicking?"

"It seems Director Zheng is completely unaware! But that makes sense, since the section chief already has Zhang Anping, why would he care about Director Zheng?"

Zheng Yaoquan, who had originally intended to continue his taunts, exploded with anger upon hearing this, his voice icy as he said:
"Mao Renfeng, what kind of trouble are you trying to cause!"

Clearly, this is his weakness.

He and the section chief were classmates, and this relationship had been cultivated for so long that it was unbreakable. In other words, he should be the section chief's most capable intelligence agent.

But now, he isn't!

It was obvious that the section chief was neglecting his wife, "Mrs. Zheng," after he started seeing "Zhang Tiantian."

Hearing Zheng Yaoquan's changed tone, Mao Renfeng was overjoyed, but her heart sank a little more—Zheng Yaoquan was not a naive person, and her simple words had made him break down, which meant that the director's estrangement from him had reached a serious level.

This, in turn, confirmed his suspicions.

Suppressing her unease, Mao Renfeng laid her cards on the table and said, "How about we meet tonight, Director Tang, Director Ye, and the four of us?"

After pondering for a while, Zheng Yaoquan said:

"Alright, I'll give Ye Xiufeng that face!"

If Mao Renfeng weren't preoccupied with something else, she might have burst out laughing. Zheng Yaoquan, that "young man," is quite vengeful.

However, to be fair, this triangular relationship between Zhang and Zhang is truly a mess; at crucial moments, they always end up betraying each other. (End of Chapter)