Siheyuan: I eat melons while doing scientific research

Chapter 1252 The Frustrated Leader (4k)

Hearing the leader's roar, the person on the other end of the phone paused for a moment: "Oh, leader, I'm so sorry, I couldn't help myself for a moment. It's just that Comrade Zhendong's move was really brilliant. Anyone who is in charge of troops can't help but be moved."

"You still dare to talk?! Get to the point!!!"

"Yes! Comrade Zhendong was the first to discover the explosives on the vehicle. He shot and killed the spy in the vehicle, slowing its movement, and was then forcibly evacuated by his entourage. The security personnel quickly dismantled the detonator within one minute, and the workers at the No. 3 Rolling Mill also brought the slowly moving car to a stop at the same time! Apart from the spy driving the vehicle being shot dead, there were no casualties, and the onlookers remained calm!"

This time, the comrade on the other end of the phone didn't cause any trouble; the report was well-organized and detailed.

The leader finally breathed a sigh of relief, then a surge of anger rushed to his head.

Good heavens! They've actually extended their reach all the way to the capital. Looks like if we don't teach them a lesson, they won't know that the Horse King has three eyes!

"Investigate! Thoroughly investigate this spy driving the car!"

"The man is dead, and dead beyond any doubt. Comrade Zhendong's shots were too accurate; any one of them would have been fatal, let alone three shots."

"Then check the surrounding area! Be careful not to disturb the public!" Although they knew that they probably wouldn't find anything, and that these undercover agents were likely operating on a single line, or even remotely controlled via broadcast, they still needed to make sure that the line had been cut off.

"Yes! The comrades at the Third Factory and other relevant units are all mobilized now. The identities of the personnel are being verified, and we should have results soon." It's easy to verify the identity of someone who can drive a big truck over like this. These days, only people connected to him can drive such a truck; otherwise, his legs would probably be broken before the truck even leaves the parking lot.

"Well, what is Comrade Zhendong doing now?" Since everyone is alright and the work is being carried out, there's no need to rush.

"He had originally arranged to meet with colleagues from the Beijing Steel Plant; they had some work to discuss," the reporting colleague said. It seemed that he had already obtained Gao Zhendong's itinerary before making the report.

"Let's pause. We'll talk again once we have a clearer picture. Who knows if this spy is after people or the factory? For now... let Comrade Gao Zhendong work alone. Contact him by phone if there's any emergency." The leader pondered. Anyway, telephones are advanced now, and at least the comrades who can contact Gao Zhendong are connected to the program-controlled telephone network, so they won't be disconnected.

"Yes!"

After hanging up the phone, the leader of the National Defense Commission thought for a moment, then picked up a phone and made a call. This matter was not over!
Gao Zhendong was unaware that his entire schedule for the day had been ruined, and he was still happily waiting for the people from Jinggang Steel Plant to arrive. As for why he was so happy, it goes without saying.

"Ring ring ring!!!!" The phone rang. Looking at the color of the phone, Gao Zhendong figured the National Defense Commission probably knew about it. He answered the phone.

"Gao Zhendong!! How dare you!!! What? You think you're so great!!!" The leader's voice was so loud that it seemed to shake the office windows.

Gao Zhendong tilted his head, held the microphone several tens of centimeters away from his face, and listened to his leader spewing profanities into the microphone.

When the person on the other end was almost tired, Gao Zhendong put the microphone to his ear: "Boss, you've heard about this too?"

"I heard! You said you..."

Seeing that the other side was about to erupt again, Gao Zhendong quickly interrupted, "Boss, there's explosives on that truck, and the workers around are all unaware of it. I was in the army, and I'm even part of the organization, right... hehe..."

Hearing his last two chuckles, the leader on the other end became somewhat annoyed again.

But he couldn't say anything yet. He couldn't very well say that he knew there were explosives and then abandoned his workers and ran away, could he? That was impossible. The original intention of this unit and this organization was still there.

This kid is quite good at gagging.

The leader, who was feeling a bit stifled, said, "Aren't there other comrades with you? Let them handle it."

Gao Zhendong looked smug, and the leader of the National Defense Industry Committee on the other end of the phone seemed to see it all: "Leader, I'm not bragging, but no one here knows how to handle this better than me."

His true colors as a know-it-all are blatantly obvious.

The leader got stuck again, and judging from the kid's shooting choices and results, his statement was not an exaggeration.

These guards are no good, they're not even as good as someone who's been out of action for ages! They need a good training session! The leader thought gritted his teeth.

"You... never mind..." The leader felt that arguing with him about this matter would not bring him any advantage, so he simply stopped talking and instead became curious about something else: "How did you know there was ignited explosives in the car?"

He was still very curious about this matter, as none of the other comrades had realized it. It wasn't that he suspected Gao Zhendong already knew—that would be a complete fantasy—he was just purely curious.

"I can smell it, sir. I've fought so many wars and handled so much explosives. I'm very familiar with the smell of this stuff. I can tell just by the slightest bit." Gao Zhendong wasn't bragging; his nose really was sharp.

"This..." The leader was speechless for a moment. This kid was a master of no-move tactics, completely unreasonable, much like his ability with equipment.

The leader, at a loss for what to do, could only say, "Don't be so impulsive next time. If you do that again, I'll take your gun!" It's better to keep the gun with Gao Zhendong. Given his personality, having a gun is much safer than not having one. The leader had no choice but to threaten him like that.

"I know, I know, this is the only time in all these years." Gao Zhendong grinned like a monkey.

"Alright, behave yourself. Cancel all your recent plans until we give you further notice."

"Huh? I even made an appointment with a colleague to come over and discuss work." Gao Zhendong sensed something was wrong.

"Don't rush. This is an order. Even if you want someone else to come, they can't. They've already accepted the order, so don't even think about it." The leader felt relieved at least. This kid was as cunning as a monkey; he was really hard to control.

"Okay, okay, I'll obey orders. But..." Gao Zhendong looked a little listless.

"But what?" What else do you want to struggle about?
"However, I'm alright. In short, I think that comrades who are in technical positions, not just those in military equipment, but anyone in technical positions who reaches a certain level in important fields, still need to be well protected. Sometimes, things don't even happen because of the enemy; it might just be an accident, but something still goes wrong." Gao Zhendong thought of many things, including soybeans.

Of course, the soybean issue isn't that simple. There's only so much arable land, and the amount of land available is a problem if we want to grow that much soybean. But as long as we control the seeds, we'll have a much wider selection of soybean seeds when renting or selling land, and we won't be at the mercy of others.

After hearing Gao Zhendong's words, the leader fell silent for a moment. He was actually still concerned about the safety of other comrades.

But what he said wasn't without merit. What exactly needs protection, how to protect it, and how much effort should be invested—these are all issues worth studying. "Alright, don't worry about it anymore. I understand. Just focus on going to work and coming home; don't think about anything else for now."

"Okay, okay, I promise to complete the task!" This task is practically no task at all.

After hanging up with Gao Zhendong, the leader made another call; the matter was still not over!
When the other party answered the phone, the leader immediately launched into a tirade: "What are you all doing?! You're not even as fast as the tech guys! If they hadn't been quick, who knows what would have happened today..."

The person on the other side was also helpless. There was no easy way to find objective reasons for this; they had to admit they were bad at the game.

Actually, they were wronged. Gao Zhendong was cheating.

After the leader had vented his anger, the comrade on the other end said with a wry smile, "Sir, you know that the comrade who works in technology is a combat hero and a first-class meritorious serviceman. There are quite a few like that in the whole army, but there aren't that many."

The leader, who had been holding his breath for Gao Zhendong, finally calmed down a bit and began to consider the objective issues: "Hmm... what you said makes sense. But no matter what, your training needs to be strengthened! The relevant measures, systems, arrangements, and contingency plans need to be established; it can't just be a matter of people following along! Do you understand?"

"Understood! We'll organize personnel immediately and get to work on the relevant tasks!" Knowing that the leader was in a bad mood today, the person opposite quickly patted his chest to reassure him.

After hanging up, the leader dialed again. This matter wasn't over yet!

While things were bustling about here, the comrades on the other side weren't idle either; this was a major event. Just looking at the big picture, it was anything but simple—someone was actually doing this kind of thing in the heart of the capital?

The home of Zhao, the spy who was killed by Gao Zhendong, was quickly surrounded by many comrades, not only his home but also the entire alley.

The comrades from the National Defense Commission and relevant military units unanimously supported Gao Zhendong's killing of the spy with a few shots. Whether or not clues were left behind was irrelevant; the most important thing was that the comrades and the factory did not suffer losses.

Seeing this comradeship, his neighbor was puzzled. Upon seeing the soldiers, he came up and asked, "Comrades, what's going on? Why aren't we allowed to leave?"

The soldiers were very polite and insisted that we not disturb the public, which is something we must adhere to.

"There's something I need to investigate, comrades. Please rest assured, it will temporarily affect everyone's operations, but we will take care of any leave that needs to be taken, and we will handle any work and income lost. Please don't worry. If there are any emergencies, we will also take care of transportation. We just ask that you bear with us a little bit, but it will be over soon once our investigation is completed, okay?"

The people had full trust in the military personnel and responded enthusiastically: "Okay, okay, don't worry about the military personnel, we will definitely cooperate! What's wrong with Old Zhao?"

There's no need to conceal the identity of the spy. After all, if there are accomplices here, they will definitely know. If there are no accomplices, revealing it sooner will appease the public and let them know that what happened was necessary, and they will be more willing to provide clues.

"Old Zhao in your courtyard is a hidden spy..."

Before he could finish speaking, the courtyard and the alleyway erupted in chaos.

"Huh? A spy?"

"I didn't realize that. He's always so friendly and helpful to everyone."

"You can know a person's face but not their heart. You don't understand. Besides, how else could he have remained hidden?"

"I never expected Old Zhao to be this kind of person!"

"..."

The comrades surrounding the area arranged for people to search Old Zhao's house for evidence while saying to the neighbors, "Fellow villagers, if you remember anything unusual about this person, or if you have had frequent contact with him, please feel free to report it to us. Anything, big or small, is welcome, okay? We hope that you comrades can contribute to our investigation into this spy."

Speaking of this, the people in the courtyard are no longer sleepy, especially the older women.

As is widely known, they are the vital force for maintaining stability and the intelligence center for various residential areas.

"Hey, comrade, now that you mention it, I remember something. This Old Zhao does have some issues."

"Yes, yes, I remember now. This morning I saw him suspiciously loading things into the car, saying he was going on a business trip."

"What you're saying is nothing. Let Sister Zhang say it; she keeps an eye on Old Zhao every day."

"Pah! I'm attracted to him, not a spy. What do I know? I was just staring at him blankly. But if I had to say something, I could say a few words." Widow Zhang's temper was remarkable; she was very frank.

"Hahahaha..." Everyone burst into laughter, which somewhat dispelled the tense atmosphere.

"Yes, yes, we support legal dating and relationships. Comrades, don't rush, come over here, we have comrades in charge of this, you can talk to them."

In a small hut nearby, a comrade was in charge of the matter, and excited residents lined up one by one to provide information. The reason for doing this in the hut was to separate the comrade who was providing information from the comrade who was preparing to provide information, so as not to interfere with each other and potentially provide incorrect but mutually corroborating information.

Meanwhile, the residents of the courtyard and even the alleyway lined up joyfully. This was a rare sight indeed, and even in old age, they could boast to their grandchildren, "Back in my day, Grandma even participated in catching spies! It's a long story..."

Seeing that there was no problem here, the leader turned around, took a few steps, and entered the spy's house, where comrades were already carrying out their work.

"How is it?" he asked.

A comrade who was compiling the results of his work stepped forward to report: "That's right, this is his lair. Take a look at this."

As he spoke, he handed over a piece of paper and a cassette tape.

The leader was puzzled. How could this person have kept such things instead of destroying them? It was quite a strange thing.

(End of this chapter)