Chapter 716

Xu Xi looked at Director Director Director Director Director Director Guan Zu, pleading: "Brother Zu, look..."

Director Director Director Director Director Director Guan Zu was silent for a moment: "It's not impossible to let her go, but you know my rules; our Five Star Group only does good deeds, not bad ones."

Xu Xi looked at Ruolan.

Ruolan said hurriedly: "Absolutely not!"

Only then did Director Director Director Director Director Director Guan Zu nod: "Good, you'll follow Xu Xi from now on."

Xu Xi was overjoyed: "Thank you, Brother Zu!"

He said to Ruolan: "Don't worry, Brother Zu is a very good person; working for Brother Zu won't treat us badly."

Ruolan nodded.

Actually, she understood in her heart that Director Director Director Director Director Director Guan Zu was good to his subordinates, but absolutely ruthless to others.

However, this is the quality a strong person should have.

So Ruolan was not only not disgusted, but even more respectful.

People like them like to admire the strong and attach themselves to the strong the most.

Loyalty +5!

90!

At this moment, her respect for Xu Xi's identity as an instructor had transferred to Director Director Director Director Director Director Guan Zu.

Colombia.

Colombia, a country in the northwest of Nanmeizhou. From 1502 to 1504, the Italian navigator Christopher Columbus discovered this land during his fourth voyage.

To commemorate this brave navigator, people named this country after him.

Its territory spans both the northern and southern hemispheres; it is the only country in Nanmeizhou with both a Caribbean coastline and a Pacific coastline. Its unique geographical location, fertile land, and abundant resources provided unique conditions for the country's development.

And then...

Colombia didn't live up to expectations and didn't focus on proper work.

It directly became the world's largest producer of cocaine, and the drug problem is very serious; among them, Norte de Santander, Nariño, Cauca, and Putumayo are all major provinces for coca cultivation.

Nariño Province,

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the Andes mountains at an altitude of 1800 meters were already covered by coca shrubs.

In the plantation of over a hundred hectares, dark green plants spread to the horizon on terraced slopes, and armed guards patrolled the ridges with AK-47s.

Inside, there was a manor,

This was the residence of the so-called Colombian drug emperor, Juan Carlos.

Juan Carlos stubbed out his cigar in a gold-inlaid ashtray; under the crystal chandelier, his subordinates were reporting.

Ruolan, the liaison for the 701 Unit, was talking to him via satellite phone.

"We intercepted the anti-drug operation data from Hong Kong and Interpol," the voice of Ruolan on the other end of the phone said, "It contains detailed information on more than 70 agents, including their identities and family information."

"As we agreed, 2 million US dollars."

Ruolan said.

"No problem!"

Juan flicked the ash and agreed without hesitation.

This 701 Unit had been cooperating with him for many years and had a certain foundation of trust.

He knew the capabilities of the 701 Unit; these people were fierce, but their capabilities were good, and their reputation was good. He said to his deputy beside him,

"Transfer the money immediately."

A few minutes later, the deputy indicated that the transfer was successful.

Juan picked up the phone: "The money has arrived."

Ruolan: "Happy cooperation!"

Juan: "Happy cooperation!"

Hong Kong,

Central Plaza, top floor, Director Director Director Director Director Director Guan Zu's office.

Under the character "Virtue."

Having received the 2 million US dollars, Director Director Director Director Director Director Guan Zu felt no fluctuation in his heart.

In front of him, Brother Da Tou lowered his head, his face full of shame.

"Do you know why I fined you 2 months' bonus? And stripped you of your position, demoting you from primary to deputy? And you're not allowed to be promoted for three years!"

Director Director Director Director Director Director Guan Zu looked at Brother Da Tou, his voice as deep as ice.

"Do you know how important your work is? It can be said that most of the security of our Five Star Group rests on your and Chicken's shoulders. And yet you poked such a big hole?"

Director Director Director Director Director Director Guan Zu's palm slapped the desktop with a "bang~~,"

"In crime and gangster movies, if you did this, someone would be killed by you the next day!"

"If it weren't for me, and Ah Yang, Ah Sheng, and the others this time, something big would have happened to the others."

"Brother Da Tou!"

"I am very disappointed in you!"

Seeing Brother Zu's disappointed eyes, Brother Da Tou's eyes turned red, and he felt self-reproach and shame.

He didn't defend himself by saying it was already two in the morning that day, and he considered that Director Director Director Director Director Director Guan Zu was still at ATV at midnight and wouldn't get back to Causeway Bay until after one; he was afraid of delaying Director Director Director Director Director Director Guan Zu's rest if he woke him up right after he fell asleep.

He was too careless, thinking nothing would happen, but didn't expect such a serious incident to occur.

"I'm sorry!"

"There will absolutely not be a next time!"

He bit his lower lip hard, tasting the blood, but felt this pain was far from enough—not enough to repay the mistake he made, not enough to alleviate the guilt in his heart.

Director Director Director Director Director Director Guan Zu waved his hand: "Go back and reflect properly!"

Brother Da Tou lowered his head: "Yes!"

He turned and left.

He secretly swore: I must use ten times the vigilance and a hundred times the effort to slightly make up for my mistake.

Director Director Director Director Director Director Guan Zu looked at Brother Da Tou's back; originally he didn't have the heart to criticize Brother Da Tou so severely, and he wanted to call Brother Da Tou back to comfort him, but in the end, he sighed and didn't speak.

People always need to grow.

Flowers only make people lose their way, while tempering can make them grow.

February 9th,

A major event happened in the Hong Kong government.

The Political Department was officially withdrawn.

This was earlier than in original history, perhaps because of Director Director Director Director Director Director Guan Zu's constant pressure, making their role smaller and smaller, so the British side withdrew the Political Department ahead of schedule.

Along with the withdrawal of the Political Department, a large batch of classified data was sent to the airport and then loaded onto a Cathay Pacific plane to be shipped back to the UK.

On the plane,

Political Department Chief Riley raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, which were sore from staring at documents for a long time; his gaze was full of attachment and reluctance. Since the 1950s and 60s, they had stepped onto this land, growing from green young agents to the seasoned intelligence chiefs they were today, witnessing Hong Kong's journey from ruins to prosperity.

Most of them came to Hong Kong in the 50s and 60s, witnessing Hong Kong become prosperous step by step, so they had more or less some feelings.

Bob sighed softly: "So many years, just leaving like this, it really feels a bit uncomfortable."

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, a trace of loneliness appearing in his eyes.

On this land, they built a huge intelligence network and put in a lot of effort, but now, everything had to come to an end.

They knew in their hearts that Hong Kong was never truly British territory, but the years spent here had long made them develop complex emotions for it. Leaving now, that reluctance was like silk threads, winding around their hearts, unable to be shaken off.

Of course,

More importantly, they were hesitant about the future.

They were about to join MI6.

They had always belonged to MI5 and were handy in Hong Kong's intelligence work system, but MI6 was a completely unfamiliar environment for them.

There were different styles of conduct, different leaders, and complex interpersonal relationships; as outsiders, they didn't know how many conspiracies they would face.

Anxiety flooded their hearts like a tide.

The only thing that could comfort them was————their private accounts were filled with staggering amounts of corrupt money, some as high as hundreds of millions of US dollars, and some with tens of millions of US dollars.

It brought them a full sense of security.

As Riley thought about it, the corners of his mouth gradually curled up...

As Bob thought about it, the corners of his mouth also gradually curled up...

Perhaps it was a coincidence, but the two suddenly looked at each other.

Riley: "???"

Bob: "???"

They quickly looked away.

In the sea,

Cement-block Long Jiu: Gulu~~~ Gulu~~~ Gulu~~~

The withdrawal of the Political Department naturally could not escape the eyes of the media.

Especially ATV.

They filmed a large amount of Political Department data being loaded onto the plane, boxes each labeled "Classified (in red)," as well as the figures of the Political Department leaders withdrawing.

That night at 19:00,

ATV solemnly reported this news: "Today, the British Hong Kong Political Department completed all withdrawal work, advancing ahead of the original plan..."

"And this change will create an important opportunity for Hong Kong to accelerate the construction of a local governance system."

The next morning,

Major media outlets put this news on their front pages.

"Ta Kung Pao" headlined on the front page with "Political Department Withdrawal, Signaling a New Birth for Hong Kong Governance," emphasizing the positivity of this withdrawal: "This is a new key milestone for Hong Kong."

At the same time, the article deeply analyzed the subsequent planning for the implementation of a series of local security policies, making citizens full of confidence in the future.

"Five Star Daily" published an editorial "Farewell to the Old System, Embrace the New Birth: The Positive Significance of the Political Department's Withdrawal," pointing out that this withdrawal "is not only a political change, but also an important turning point for Hong Kong's security."

Most newspapers maintained a basic viewpoint: the withdrawal of the Political Department would promote Hong Kong society to develop in a more fair, transparent, and efficient direction, and the lines of the articles were filled with an optimistic attitude toward Hong Kong's future development.

Jin Ling,

February 18th,

Goose-feather snow fell rustlingly on the blue-gray walls of the Jin Ling Massacre Memorial Hall, and the statues of the victims were also covered with a thin layer of snow.

Tap, tap, tap~~~~

A burst of footsteps came from the exit passage.

"Ms. Zhang, slow down..."

Ding Hu's voice came from inside the passage; he was supporting Zhang Zhang Chunru, who was pale and wrapped tightly in a black coat, as they walked out of the memorial hall.

Behind them, Hong Sheng also had a pale face.

Shan Ying, who had always felt her own heart was firm enough, was also unable to bear the impact brought to her by the rusty bayonets, the old photos stained with blood, and the blood-weeping texts inside.

Zhang Zhang Chunru reached the exit of the passage,

Suddenly stopped,

Looking up at the sky full of flying snow, snow crystals quickly fell on her eyelashes.

Her face was as pale as paper, and her lips, frozen red by the cold wind, trembled slightly, but two scorching flames burned in the depths of her eyes, shining astonishingly.

"Don't look back, walk forward; there is light at the exit, there is the warmth of human life, there is a peaceful country and a safe people. Don't forget, on the road you came from, there is national suffering, there is national hatred and family enmity."

The voice at the exit of the memorial hall kept knocking in her heart.

"Let's go, back to the hotel!"

This trip, she checked data, visited, rushed to Japan... it lasted for eight months.

The first draft,

Can be finished today.

The car left quickly, speeding toward Zijin Mountain.

40 minutes later, Zhang Zhang Chunru returned to the State Guest House; on the desk, she quickly wrote down one firm and powerful word after another.

"Today, anywhere in the United States... is there any child who hasn't seen the chilling photos of the gas chambers at the Auschwitz concentration camp? Which child hasn't read fragments of the story of young Anne Frank's tragic encounter in the concentration camp?"

"If you ask most Americans—whether adults or children, including highly educated adults—whether they know about the atrocities in Jin Ling, you will find that the vast majority of people know nothing about what happened in Jin Ling 60 years ago."

"A famous government historian told me that during her graduate studies, this topic was never mentioned."

"A lawyer who graduated from Princeton University told me with shame that she didn't even know that a war had occurred between China and Japan; her understanding of the Pacific War in World War II was limited to Pearl Harbor and Hiroshima."

"This ignorance also exists among Asian Americans. A woman once asked me: 'Jin Ling? What is that, a dynasty?'"

"......"

"I feel a sense of fear: the history of 300,000 Chinese people being killed may disappear, just as they disappeared under the Japanese occupation; one day, the world will truly believe the words of Japanese politicians that the Jin Ling atrocities were a scam, a fabrication—that the massacre never happened at all."

Time quickly reached the evening...

Hong Sheng had already turned on the lights early; Zhang Zhang Chunru seemed not to notice, her eyes only on the words at the tip of her pen.

"In past wars, Japan was very arrogant and conceited; it invaded other Asian countries, bringing suffering to many, many people, especially the Chinese..."

"In the 15 years around the 1930s, Japan had been waging war against China. The protracted war made tens of millions of Chinese people victims..."

"The current generation of Japanese is facing a major choice. They can continue to deceive themselves and treat the Japanese war of aggression as a 'Holy War'... history will bring them the same danger of notoriety as their predecessors."

"For the monstrous crimes committed in Jin Ling, Japan not only has a legal responsibility but also a moral obligation to admit it. At the very least, the Japanese government should issue a formal apology to the victims and compensate the victims of the catastrophe. More importantly, the truth of the massacre must be taught to every future generation of Japanese citizens."

"If Japan still expects to gain the respect of the international community..."

Hong Kong.

Director Director Director Director Director Director Guan Zu was eating at home.

"Ring, ring, ring~~~~"

"What? Finished writing?!"

After Director Director Director Director Director Director Guan Zu received the call, he stood up suddenly, pleasantly surprised.

"Good, good, good! Finally finished the manuscript!"

"Ask Ms. Zhang when she will return to Hong Kong; I will arrange a physical examination for her in advance here..."

"At the same time, arrange for the publisher."

"The day after tomorrow? Good!"

After Director Director Director Director Director Director Guan Zu hung up the phone, his spirit was uplifted.

He had been waiting for this book for a long time, and for this, he had prepared a large amount of promotional work.

Among them, the promotion in the United States was the top priority; he had already let Xiao Fu, Li Superintendent Superintendent Situ Superintendent Situ Situ Situ Situ Situ Jie, and others contact the Jews, the Democratic Party, and various social celebrities...

As long as they could be pulled in, they would be pulled in.

This time, Director Director Director Director Director Director Guan Zu wanted the reputation of those dog-bastard Japanese to stink to high heaven in the United States!