My girlfriend is from 1949

The situation is chaotic right now, and everyone is thinking about the future.

Some people secretly contacted the underground party, trying to curry favor and make a good impression before the army entered the city.

Those whose hands are stained with blood can only resort to desperate measures and fight like cornered beasts.

Zhong Cheng used to work for the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, and he had done a lot of things to persecute underground party members.

He arrested and killed no fewer than a handful of underground party members.

He was later transferred to Tilanqiao Prison, where he served as the head of the guard section.

During his two years in office, he did a lot of things that involved the abuse of prisoners.

The underground party members and democrats imprisoned in the prison suffered a great deal of torture at his hands.

They all hate him to the core!

Once Shanghai is liberated, he will surely die!

During his time in prison, he was also courted by the garrison command.

He tries to please both sides; he's living a carefree life.

But now that the army has besieged the city, his previous achievements have become a death warrant.

There was no other way but to cling tightly to the garrison command and Commander Li's coattails.

After all, prisons are fixed locations; there's nowhere to escape to.

On the other hand, the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics has nominally severed ties, and even if they obey orders, it will be done in secret.

Even the section chiefs and team leaders didn't have a chance to leave, so no one could control him.

Now, their only hope is to get a boat ticket to leave Shanghai through Commander Li.

The list of thirty people that the garrison command wanted was his only chance to get a ticket!

Otherwise, with his current abilities, it would be impossible for him to buy passenger ship tickets for his family to leave Shanghai.

Zhong Cheng made up his mind and immediately dialed the number.

"Commander Li, is your previous promise still valid?"

I'll send the thirty people on your list over tonight.

Five ship tickets leaving Shanghai are just a matter of a word for you.

Don't worry, I guarantee every single one will be delivered by 9 PM tonight!

Zhong Cheng hung up the phone, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

I'll risk it all for the lives of my whole family!

Anyway, once the army enters the city in a few days, he won't be able to keep his job as the head of the guard section.

They might even be purged and become prisoners.

So there's nothing to hold back anymore, even if we tear off the mask of civility!

He gritted his teeth and sneered, "Chen Muzheng, you want to use these thirty men as a pledge of allegiance to the underground party, so why can't you exchange them for five boat tickets for my whole family!"

He had long been aware that Chen Muzheng was secretly contacting the underground party.

It's only because there's no evidence that we can only observe secretly.

The garrison command's sudden request to transfer personnel stemmed from their distrust of Chen Muzheng.

That's why we had such a heated argument today, which led to an unpleasant scene.

Chen Muzheng had sufficient reasons to refuse, so even if people suspected that he was deliberately trying to protect these people, there was no evidence.

Without evidence, you can't take action against a warden.

Moreover, they belong to the Ministry of Justice and are not under the jurisdiction of the Garrison Command or the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

If others don't buy it, they can only watch helplessly.

"Report!"

I had just hung up the phone when I heard a report coming from outside.

Five prison guards stood respectfully at the door.

These five people were his trusted subordinates.

"What are you doing standing outside? Come in, everyone! Xiao Wu, please distribute the cigarettes to everyone!"

Zhong Cheng smiled warmly, took two packets of Hademen from the drawer, and tossed them out.

He glanced at the closed door, then began making empty promises and assigning tasks to the five people.

Half an hour later, the five of them went their separate ways.

They returned to their posts as if nothing had happened.

But they all silently remembered the time: go to the armory at eight o'clock to get the money, and then forcibly break into the "reformatory" to take the prisoners away!

Zhong Cheng sat in the chair, a triumphant smile on his face.

He chuckled, "Chen Muzheng, you went to so much trouble to send someone to the 'reformatory' for protection, but in the end, it was me who benefited!"

These thirty political prisoners were originally held in other cells.

However, after Chen Muzheng firmly joined our side, he took care of the imprisoned comrades according to Director Zheng's instructions.

Protect their safety and await the liberation of Shanghai.

So Chen Muzheng found an excuse to send people to the "reformatory" where the environment was better.

Chung Cheng only needs to control the "reformatory" and forcibly take the people away.

He was the head of the security department, and when he was about to escort prisoners out of their cells, no one dared to interfere.

When the time comes, they'll put the person on the vehicle, and the guards at the gate will be their own people, ensuring a smooth journey.

Once Chen Muzheng leaves prison, there's nothing he can do.

That's why people say it's like she's made a wedding dress for herself.

Just as he was pondering how to make the plan even more perfect.

Xiao Wu, who had just left the office, turned around and walked into the head of the education department's office.

After confirming that no one else was in the office, he quickly stepped forward.

"Secretary Jiang, something terrible has happened! Zhong Cheng is going to have all the comrades detained in the 'reformatory' taken to the garrison headquarters at 8 PM tonight!"

The voice was very low and urgent.

If the person is taken to the garrison command, there will be no way to rescue them.

Jiang Haichuan, head of the Education Section of Tilanqiao Prison.

But he also had another identity: the secretary of the underground party branch in the prison under the leadership of the police commission.

Initially, there were only 3 people, but after these years of development, there are now more than 20 comrades!

He received the mission from the police commission the day before yesterday, as the army besieged the city and the liberation of Shanghai was imminent.

Therefore, we must guard against the Kuomintang reactionaries resorting to desperate measures and killing imprisoned comrades.

When necessary, force can be used to take control of prisons and protect the safety of comrades detained inside.

Xiao Wu was one of the members of the branch.

Upon hearing Zhongcheng's plan, he immediately rushed over to report.

Upon hearing the report, Jiang Haichuan's face turned solemn.

Just now at the meeting, he deliberately pretended to be a nice guy and laughed it off, but he keenly sensed the intentions of the garrison command.

Unexpectedly, only half an hour later, they came to Chung Seng to carry out a plan to take people away by force.

Jiang Haichuan pondered for a moment, his gaze gradually hardening.

He pondered for a moment and said, "It's time for armed guards to protect the prisoners!"

The plan was to provide armed guards the night before the army entered the city, but now it has to be brought forward!

Jiang Haichuan gave a few instructions and then left immediately.

Then, instructions were issued to all branch members one by one.

At six o'clock

Everyone was eating, but no one noticed that Jiang Haichuan and the others had scattered and were all moving towards the armory.

At that moment, two police officers were eating in the armory.

Upon seeing this, one of the younger officers immediately stepped forward and asked through the iron bars, "Section Chief Jiang, what brings you here?"

Jiang Haichuan said sternly, "Open the door."

The young officer hesitated for a moment, then refused, saying, "Please show it to the section chief..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw more than a dozen people enter, their faces showing panic.

Even with his lack of experience, he could tell something was wrong and reached for the phone to warn others.

Suddenly, a dark gun barrel was pressed against his head.

The veteran officer on duty gripped his pistol and warned in a low voice, "Don't do anything, you won't get hurt."