My girlfriend is from 1949

"Brother, the Communist army is about to enter the city, should we run or not?"

Liu San stood by the window, looking at the flickering firelight in the distance.

Every time the roar of artillery fire came, I would instinctively shrink my neck.

His thin face revealed panic and confusion about the future.

But at this critical juncture, my older brother was still researching information, which made me even more uncertain.

Xiong Baitao checked the documents without looking up and said, "Run? The city is already surrounded by the army, how can we run?"

His voice was calm and collected, but his tone betrayed a sense of helplessness.

If they could run away, who would stay here?

He rose through the ranks to become the action team leader through meritorious service.

The so-called merits were earned with the blood of the underground party members.

Over the years, he arrested and killed many underground party members, and his hands were stained with their blood.

Even if he wanted to seek refuge with them, they wouldn't accept him.

Only by bringing him to trial can we repay the blood debt he owed!

Knowing that being captured by the underground party would mean certain death, he chose to stick to one path while others tried to gamble on both sides.

They even bypassed the station chief and reported a plan to infiltrate behind enemy lines.

However, there has been no response from above so far.

This plan was his last escape route.

They lay in wait to sabotage and wait for the day the main force counterattacks.

By the time of liberation, he will at least be a major general and station chief!

Crisis often coexists with opportunity. This was an extremely dangerous task, but it was also a shortcut for him to become a general.

Perhaps for others, lying in wait and secretly causing trouble would be a death sentence.

However, Xiong Baitao joined the Military Intelligence Bureau in his early years after graduating from the Linli Special Training Class.

If Dai Chunfeng hadn't crashed, he wouldn't have lost his backing and been struggling in his position as the action team leader.

If Dai Chunfeng were still alive, he would have been the deputy head of the Shanghai station of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics long ago!

He was a veteran in the Kuomintang's Military Intelligence Bureau, having infiltrated the International Settlement and assassinated several traitors.

Therefore, in Xiong Baitao's view, this is not the first time Shanghai has fallen.

This time, it's just a temporary change of ownership.

In a few years, when the army returns, Shanghai will be back in the hands of the Party and the State.

Especially with the support of the United States, they are even more confident in a future counterattack.

Staying behind and lying low now is the perfect opportunity to make a name for yourself.

When the time comes to reward those who have made contributions, everything we do today will be a medal of honor!

He wasn't the only one; many people shared similar thoughts.

So even when the city was besieged by a large army, he was not panicked and was still trying to capture more underground party members in the limited time available!

Liu San curled his lip and muttered a complaint: "The officials all got on a boat and ran away first, they're really despicable!"

The troops selected for evacuation are now departing by boat from the dock.

To say I'm not envious would be a lie.

He's arrested quite a few underground party members over the past few years, so he's very anxious.

Unfortunately, even the eldest brother wasn't qualified to board the ship, so he was even less qualified.

Suddenly, Xiong Baitao's gaze sharpened.

He exclaimed excitedly, "Found it!"

Liu San blinked, looking completely bewildered: "Brother, what exactly have you been investigating about the special pass records these past few days?"

Xiong Baitao lit a cigarette and said with a smug smile, "Do you remember, before Old Tan died, he revealed that there was an underground party member lurking in the city hall?"

Liu San nodded, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

He would never forget Lao Tan, and he would never forget the time he narrowly escaped death.

Earlier at the hotel, Lao Tan, a traitor to the underground Communist Party, offered five gold bars in exchange for a comrade who had been infiltrating the party.

Before he could even finish speaking, he was riddled with bullets by the anti-traitor squad, and even had a hole punched in his head.

That night, seven of the guards also died.

If Old Tan hadn't been so greedy, insisting on receiving five gold bars before the transaction could proceed, he wouldn't have returned overnight to report.

Luckily, I escaped the gunfight that night.

Recalling the horrific scene of several brothers lying in pools of blood in the inn, their eyes wide open in death, sent a chill down my spine.

Xiong Baitao said with satisfaction, "Based on the clues provided by Lao Tan, I conducted an investigation into the city hall."

After comparison, it was found that the passes used by several pro-democracy activists when they left Shanghai some time ago were all issued by the city hall.

And the person who issued the document was Secretary Hong from the City Hall!

That period was a time of frantic purges of pro-democracy figures.

At that time, the higher-ups ordered that all the pro-democracy figures in the opposition party be arrested and imprisoned.

They even assassinated some pro-democracy figures!

The underground party's mission was to safely evacuate all the democratic figures on the list from Shanghai.

But they need a pass to leave.

The city hall has the authority to issue passes.

Liu San paused for a moment, then cautiously reminded him, "Brother, the city hall issues quite a few passes, even for their family members traveling south."

Trying to find it among so many people is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"You're such a pig-brain!" Xiong Baitao said with a laugh, clearly in a particularly good mood.

"There are only a handful of people in the city hall who have the ability to get passes."

By narrowing down the scope, we can then compare it with the original list.

By tracing back the permit number, it's possible to find out who guaranteed its issuance.

And all this evidence points to Secretary Hong of the City Hall!

A sinister smile spread across Xiong Baitao's face as he ordered, "Go tell the brothers, we're leaving in ten minutes to arrest them!"

"Yes!" Liu San hurriedly replied and ran out quickly.

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Ring ring~

Three minutes later, the phone rang at Director Zheng's residence.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Secretary Hong of the City Hall has been exposed, and Xiong Baitao is leading men to the City Hall to arrest him!"

Beep beep beep...

After saying that, he hung up immediately.

Although it was only a short sentence, Director Zheng already recognized whose voice it was.

It was his comrade planted in the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics!

Without a second thought, Director Zheng immediately dialed the city hall.

Unfortunately, a woman answered the phone and said that Secretary Hong had gone to the archives.

Director Zheng was extremely anxious and immediately arranged for Liu Hong, the captain of the anti-espionage team, to go and meet him, and ordered Wang Hai to retrieve the reconnaissance drone.

Twenty minutes later, Secretary Hong returned to her office with the file bag.

"Secretary Hong, I am your third uncle from your hometown. The old lady at home is seriously ill. Please come back immediately. Da Liu has already gone to the back mountain to fetch a doctor!"

On the other end of the phone, a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses felt a jolt of fear.

He said calmly, "Okay, I'll go back right away."

Then he picked up the file bag on the table and walked out of the office unhurriedly.

"Hello, Secretary Hong."

"Secretary Hong just got off work?"

"..."

Along the way, Secretary Hong greeted her colleagues in the hallway with smiles.

His calm and composed demeanor showed no sign of him intending to evacuate.

It wasn't until he entered the elevator and rapidly tapped the buttons several times that his anxiety became apparent.

When the elevator reached the first floor, several trucks were parked in front of the city hall, and dozens of people dressed as secret agents rushed in.