Restarting life by going to the countryside to support medical work

Chapter 384 Doubt

It was a little after seven in the morning on February 8th (the third day of the Lunar New Year).

All written reports on the Falling Star Plan carried out by the captured undercover team in the country appeared on the desks of the Social Affairs Bureau headquarters and the leaders of the Security Committee.

The report also includes the work arrangements for the next phase.

"Mr. Fang, what do you think about this?" Mr. Wang looked at Mr. Fang who was sitting opposite him at the desk, stretched out his hand and tapped the report on the table with his index finger and asked.

"Just follow the deployment of Yuanzhu and the others." Old Fang picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, then put the cup down and said lightly.

"I mean Hong Kong Island."

"Hong Kong Island!"

Upon hearing this place name, Mr. Fang fell silent.

Should we launch an investigation there?

It's different over there than in China. Although the Social Affairs Bureau and the Third Bureau have people there, they can only carry out some ordinary investigation tasks. But according to the plan submitted by the Social Affairs Bureau, this mission is not easy.

There are many complex forces over there, and behind that organization is the shadow of the Ugly Country, and it is on someone else's territory.

If we confront that organization in Hong Kong Island, all the people from the Social Affairs Bureau and the Third Bureau might be implicated.

At the same time, if things get too big and cause some foreign affairs disputes, the problem will become more serious.

The Social Affairs Bureau and the Third Bureau do not need to consider these issues. They only need to formulate an action plan. However, as the leaders of the Security Committee, Mr. Fang and Mr. Wang need to consider more.

After hesitating for a moment, Mr. Fang raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Wang and said, "I mean to get to the bottom of it. Sometimes, simply retreating won't bring satisfactory results.

Think about the unscrupulous planes in the southern sky, and then think about the strait that is obviously the closest but we dare not cross.

Lao Wang, although there are some gaps that we cannot make up for now, we should give them an unforgettable memory in some places. "

After hearing what Mr. Fang said, Mr. Wang didn't say anything in a hurry. He reached out and took a cigarette from the cigarette box on the table and lit it. The rising smoke made him squint his eyes.

"Let's go and report to Lao Wu together." Having said that, Old Wang stood up.

Hearing the words of his old comrade, a smile appeared on Mr. Fang's face, but he did not stand up. Instead, he raised his hand and pressed it down.

"Don't be impatient, some things are still unclear."

"what?"

"You have also read the action plan." Mr. Fang did not retract his raised arm. Instead, after pressing down, he extended his index finger and pointed at the report on the table.

"If we can find out the headquarters of that organization, or if some of its top leaders are indeed in Hong Kong Island, then we will take action against them. But if the action fails..."

Having said this, Mr. Fang paused. The meaning behind this was self-evident. If the action failed, it would be very likely that the entire army would be wiped out.

Can they afford the consequences?

Just as he was about to sit down, Mr. Wang paused slightly, and the expression on his face suddenly became obscure.

After a short pause, Mr. Fang continued, "Moreover, we must send someone over here, for example, Comrade Li Yancheng must go over there, because if we want to get the most accurate information from those people, he must be present.

Who should we send with him? How many people should we send? If they..."

At this point, Mr. Fang's voice suddenly became low.

"Old Wang, the walls of the Social Affairs Bureau's Honor Room are covered with photos that can never have names on them. They're almost filling up the entire room. I...

Sigh...I suddenly felt a little sorry, I really don't want any more photos on it."

He was the one who agreed to carry out the action plan, and he was also the one who was hesitating now. As a leader, he was indeed in a difficult position sometimes.

Not just this time, but every time there was such a particularly dangerous mission to be carried out, the pens in their hands weighed more than a thousand pounds, because they knew very well that when the word "agree" was written, it meant that many comrades would be buried in many invisible corners.

"This is their responsibility." Old Wang, who originally wanted to sit back in his chair, half-bent over, but after listening to what Old Fang said, he did not sit down, but stood up straight again.

"For the sake of the country, the nation, and their own sense of mission and honor, we have no choice.

Let's go, Lao Fang. There are some things we must do. No matter if it's Li Yancheng or anyone else, when they put on that uniform, they enjoy not only power, but also responsibility and obligation. "

……

At the same time, in a teahouse near Central, Hong Kong Island.

"How's the plan going?"

An old man who looked to be in his sixties, with most of his hair already gray, sat at the tea table. He was holding a purple clay teapot and pouring tea into a small tea bowl while asking casually.

Sitting opposite the old man was a middle-aged man in his forties. Only half of his butt was sitting on the armchair, with a respectful look on his face.

In response to the old man's question, he replied respectfully: "Basically, everything went smoothly, but there was a problem with the Beijing team."

"what is the problem?"

"The Jingshi team has received an assassination mission." The middle-aged man appeared cautious when saying this, and kept observing the expression on the old man's face.

Seeing that the old man's expression did not change after hearing this, he continued.

"The assassination mission failed, and two team members were arrested. However, they didn't know much, including nothing about the plan, so even if they were arrested, it wouldn't have much of an impact."

"Assassination mission? What assassination mission? Who to assassinate? Who gave this mission?"

There was really no change in the expression on the old man's face. He just threw three questions in succession after listening to the middle-aged man's explanation. After asking, he picked up the teacup and sniffed it under his nose, then put it to his lips and took a sip.

"This mission was issued by the special commissioner sent by Division C. He..."

"Who?" Before the middle-aged man could finish his words, the old man, who had been calm all the time, interrupted him in surprise.

"Uh...it's Special Envoy Li, the one sent by Division C."

After making sure that he had heard correctly, the old man put down the teacup in his hand and leaned back on the back of the armchair. He frowned slightly but did not speak. He just looked at the middle-aged man opposite him, waiting for him to continue.

Seeing that the old man didn't say anything else, the middle-aged man continued, "The assassination mission he ordered was to eliminate a frontline section chief of the Beijing Social Affairs Bureau."

Upon hearing that the target of assassination was someone from the Social Affairs Bureau, the old man frowned even more tightly.

“After the assassination mission failed, the team leader in Jing City wrote a report through a channel, suggesting that in order not to affect the overall situation, the mission should be postponed, or that other personnel could be deployed to carry out the mission.

But Li refused and asked to carry out the mission a second time, and faster.

"Did Special Commissioner Li tell us why he wanted to get rid of that section chief?"

"No, I asked him, but he didn't seem to want to say anything. He just asked us to follow his orders."

"Did you tell him that the Jingshi team is not a dirty work team and is not familiar with assassination missions?"

"I did, but Special Agent Li said this assassination mission is more important than our plan and must be completed first."

Hearing this, the old man was slightly stunned: "What did you say? He said the assassination mission is more important than the plan?"

"Yes, these are the exact words of Special Agent Li." The old man was puzzled. In order to implement the Falling Star Plan, they mobilized a lot of resources and funds and started preparing two years ago. But why did Special Agent Li say that an ordinary assassination mission was more important than this plan?

"What else did he say?"

"Nothing else was said."

The old man didn't say anything else. He leaned over, picked up the teacup on the table and took another sip, but his brows were still slightly frowned.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the middle-aged man also remained silent, and the tea room became quiet for a while.

After a long time, the old man finally spoke: "Bochen, contact Li Tepai and tell him that I want to talk to him today, here, and ask him to take some time to come over."

"Okay old man, I'll go now."

After saying that, the middle-aged man stood up.

"Wait a moment"

Just when the middle-aged man was about to turn around and leave, the old man suddenly called him again.

"Wait a moment, Bochen. What's the name of the person you said Li Te sent to assassinate?"

"Uh... I don't remember his name. I think his last name was Li, but the telecommunications team has the exact name."

"Li? Section Chief, Beijing Municipal Social Affairs Bureau..."

The old man sat there and kept muttering. After reciting it several times, he shook his head and said, "Okay, just go contact Li Tepai first."

"it is good"

The middle-aged man nodded, and when he saw that the old man had no other instructions and started making tea again, he turned and left.

After the middle-aged man left the tea room, the old man put down the teapot in his hand and called out in a loud voice: "Adong!"

"master"

As soon as the voice fell, the door of the tea room was pushed open from the outside, and a middle-aged man in his thirties came in.

"Sit down." The old man raised his hand and pointed at the armchair where the middle-aged man had just sat.

"Yes"

Adong, who was called in, walked over respectfully and sat on the chair.

"Find someone to investigate Special Envoy Li sent by Division C, quickly."

"Master, that Special Envoy Li has been in the mainland before. I'm afraid..." Hearing the old man asking him to investigate Special Envoy Li, Adong seemed a little hesitant.

What he meant by saying this was not that he found it troublesome, but that the history of that special missionary Li in the mainland was really difficult to investigate.

"Use the information team to investigate, and make sure your hands are clean."

The old man gave the order without even a hint of hesitation.

When Adong heard that he was asked to mobilize the information group, he was stunned.

The information group the old man mentioned refers to a secret group in the country. There are not many people in this group, only three, and all of them are in the important city of Beijing.

These three people never participated in any other missions. They were only responsible for collecting some semi-public information, which was almost not dangerous.

Not many people in the organization knew about the existence of such an information group, including Department C.

Normally, we rarely take the initiative to contact this group. They always collect information and send it to us. Ah Dong didn't expect that in order to investigate that Li Tepai, the master would actually mobilize the information group.

"Master, are you suspicious?"

"Yes, I do have doubts." The old man nodded. "He gave the Beijing team an assassination mission to eliminate a section chief who worked on the front line of the Beijing Social Affairs Bureau. We have already lost two people for this. I always feel that there is something wrong here."

The old man narrowed his eyes when he said this.

"I understand, sir. I will arrange for someone to investigate right now and contact the information team at the same time."

"Well, be careful not to let others notice."

"do not worry."

"go"

After Ah Dong left, the old man leaned back on the chair, turned his head to look out the window, and muttered to himself: "Li Tepai, you'd better not have any other identity, if..."

At this point, a fierce light flashed in the old man's eyes.

……

"Wife, I want to discuss something with you."

At around nine o'clock in the evening of February 8, in the main house in the backyard of No. 20 Meishan East Hutong, Li Yancheng lay on the bed after washing up. He suddenly thought of what he had discussed with Luo Yang in the afternoon. He raised his hand and gently stroked the hair of his wife, who was reading a book with her head resting on his belly.

"What's the matter?" Putting the book in her hand aside, Luo Min turned sideways and looked up at her man.

"I discussed it with your second brother this afternoon, and we are going to give Bu Zhixue a thousand yuan as a personal compensation from me." When mentioning Bu Zhixue, Li Yancheng's face looked very sad.

Bu Zhixue died because of him. After hearing the news from Shouhou yesterday morning, Li Yancheng's heart has been filled with guilt.

Because he was busy with case matters yesterday and today, he didn't have time to visit the Bu family. Luo Yang went there today and left them one thousand yuan.

In the evening, after he returned to the Luo family from one place, he listened to Luo Yang's introduction to the Bu family's situation. After thinking about it, he decided to go over and take a look tomorrow and leave some money.

Is one thousand yuan a lot?
It is indeed a lot in this era, but compared with a living life, it is a bit insignificant.

It’s not that I don’t want to give more, but I’m worried that it will bring trouble to Bu Zhixue’s lover. Sometimes too much money may not be a good thing, especially for orphans and widows.

Moreover, Li Yancheng also wanted to see if he could create a martyr for Bu Zhixue.

It just so happened that Zhao Zhiyuan, the director of the committee’s supervisory office, wanted to meet with him to have a chat. Although he didn’t know what this big shot wanted to talk to him about, he wanted to give it a try.

If Bu Zhixue could really get a martyr status, his wife and children would have a much better life in the future, which is better than giving him a few thousand dollars more now.

“Is a thousand dollars enough?”

"That's enough. It's not good to give too much."

"Okay, I'll go to the bank to withdraw money tomorrow morning. Dacheng, can I go with you?"

"Sure, uh... tomorrow is the fourth day of the New Year, don't you have to go to work?"

"It's okay. I'll ask for another day off tomorrow morning."

The matter was settled, and Luo Min lay down again with her head resting on Li Yancheng's stomach.

"Dacheng, do you... have anything else to say to me?"

(End of this chapter)