My girlfriend is from 1949

Chapter 109 Director Zheng's Decision (Second Update, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Six days later, in the evening, an old man wearing a long gown, reading glasses, and with white hair and beard appeared in the alley.

His gait was unsteady, and the wrinkles around his eyes gave him a weathered look.

However, a sharp glint could be seen in the occasional glimpses of light.

The old man was supporting his lower back with his left hand, clearly indicating that he had a lumbar spine problem.

Seemingly unable to walk any further, they sat down on a nearby rock to rest.

He glanced around out of the corner of his eye, then his fingers, hidden behind his back, gripped a protruding brick in the wall.

With a strong pull, the brick was pulled out, and a piece of paper was taken out from the gap.

He quickly stuffed the brick back in and hid the note in his sleeve.

Then, he leaned against the wall, struggled to his feet, and slowly walked away, swaying and supporting his waist.

He moved very slowly, showing no sign of being in a hurry to leave; he seemed like just an ordinary old man.

However, after walking through two alleys, the unsteady figure suddenly quickened its pace and disappeared into the dim alleys in the blink of an eye.

He was agile and showed no signs of being old or unable to walk.

When you reach a secluded spot, quickly remove your wig and beard.

Rubbing your eyes vigorously with both hands straightened the wrinkled skin caused by the ginger water.

Although it was already dark, I could still recognize Director Zheng by the dim light!

The spot where he had just sat down to rest was a dead mailbox.

It was the place where he communicated and exchanged intelligence with his undercover agents within the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

After taking over intelligence work, Director Zheng transferred a large number of comrades back to the rear.

But those are all just possibilities, things that might be related to Lao Zhang's group.

Anyone with even the slightest possibility was transferred back.

Even the radio station that Lao Zhang controlled was never used again.

This is why the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics noticed that the underground party had suddenly stopped operating.

It's not that things have quieted down, it's just that there are fewer active people, which is why it feels like there are fewer people.

However, only a minority of people were transferred.

Compared to the vast number of intelligence personnel, they are merely a drop in the ocean.

When Shanghai was liberated in May, there were a total of 8665 underground Communist Party members.

These are all registered and their records can be found.

There were also other activists, people who came to surrender, and so on, making their numbers even larger.

The note I just received from the dead mailbox was delivered by an informant lurking inside the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

How could a key intelligence agency like the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics not have people infiltrated into it?

To ensure safety, everyone is connected in a single line, and no vertical connections are made.

Therefore, even though the two are gay, they do not know each other's identities.

Anyone who can be personally contacted by Director Zheng must be of extraordinary status.

The intelligence sent out must also be very important.

Director Zheng walked briskly through the complex alleyways.

Because of the complex environment of the alleyways, they were the most common safe houses for underground Communist Party members.

If an enemy attacks, the complex terrain can be used to facilitate escape.

After using anti-tracking, Director Zheng opened a door with a key.

Then they quickly went inside and locked the door.

On the drying platform, a woman was collecting clothes, but her eyes were scanning the alleyway.

Be wary of being followed.

Director Zheng quickly entered the room, opened a drawer, and took out a bottle.

Dip a brush in the liquid from the bottle and gently brush it onto the strip of paper.

Soon, a line of small print appeared.

Director Zheng frowned as he looked at the handwriting on the note.

He picked up a match from the table, lit the note, and put it in the ashtray.

He squinted, his gaze fixed on the burning flames.

Only after the note was burned to ashes did he pick up the cup and pour some water into it.

The ashes instantly turned into dust, making it impossible to restore the original traces of the ashes.

Director Zheng stood by the window, gazing at the dim night sky, lost in thought.

About ten minutes later, Du Hengtai and Wang Hai were called into the house.

"I received information that an important figure had been transferred from Nanjing by the Shanghai Bureau of Investigation and Statistics."

This man, codenamed "Old Tan," was once an important figure in the Nanjing intelligence station. After being arrested, he defected to the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

Due to this person's betrayal, the Nanjing intelligence station suffered significant losses.

Those comrades who were unable to evacuate were all arrested because of his betrayal.

More importantly, this person had worked in Shanghai for a period of time!

Two days ago, Lao Tan was transferred to Shanghai.

Those comrades who were imprisoned but whose identities were not exposed were implicated because of this person.

Moreover, in just two days, one of our transportation stations was also surrounded by a large number of enemy troops.

Seeing that they could not escape, the three comrades detonated the pre-planted explosives, perishing together with the group of agents.

His deep voice carried sadness and worry about the future.

Because he knew this was just the beginning.

As Lao Tan seeks to gain benefits, he will betray even more comrades.

This will lead to more comrades being sacrificed and arrested.

Director Zheng has just considered whether to evacuate.

But with the dawn of liberation just around the corner, they had to stay in the city to cooperate with the main force and prevent Shanghai from being destroyed.

And even if we wanted to evacuate, we wouldn't know which people to evacuate!

No one knows how much information Old Tan has, or the identities of which comrades he knows, which is the most troublesome thing.

Otherwise, Lao Tan wouldn't have known the identities of those who were supposed to evacuate, while those who hadn't had time to evacuate were arrested.

Du Hengtai and Wang Hai frowned, their eyes blazing with anger.

I wish I could kill this traitor who betrayed his comrades!

However, a question also arose in my mind.

Du Hengtai, being a veteran underground party member, quickly calmed down.

He asked疑惑地问道, "Director, you mean—?"

He didn't finish his sentence, but his tone was tentative.

Their group's main task is to receive and transport supplies from the future.

Generally speaking, they do not participate in other tasks.

But now that the director has called them here and informed them of such important news, there must be a reason.

Wang Hai's eyes blazed with anger as he gritted his teeth and said, "Director, just give the orders for the task!"

He was young and vigorous, and a key member of the transportation station's fighting force.

Over the past two years, he has carried out numerous missions, including eliminating traitors and rescuing people.

Although he was shot recently, his ability to escape from the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics' encirclement proves his skill.

Director Zheng sat in his chair, his brows furrowed, and did not answer immediately.

He squinted, seemingly still putting his final thoughts into his mind.

After a moment, his gaze hardened.

"The threat of traitors is great, and we must eliminate them, otherwise it will cause significant losses to the organization."

What we need to do now is find him and then send out the anti-traitor squad. However, this person is under tight protection, and even the secret service has never seen him.

Even the station chief knew where he was hidden.

This matter is being handled by the action team leader, Xiong Baitao, with his trusted confidant in charge of their daily meals!

Director Zheng paused briefly, his expression grave.

"So—I plan to use drones for reconnaissance!"