Chapter 369: Three People Eliminate the Sparrow

The Yangzi Hotel in Nanjing.

Shen Zui, cigarette in mouth, knocked on Wu Jingzhong's door.

"Station Chief Shen?" Hong Zhiyou opened the door and said in surprise.

"You kid are doing well for yourself now, doing business in the open and latching onto the thigh of Jianfeng; you have a bright future," Shen Zui teased the moment they met.

"That is all thanks to the promotion of seniors like you, Station Chief Shen."

"Please, come in, please!"

Hong Zhiyou welcomed him inside.

"Old brother, I'm here." Seeing Wu Jingzhong, Shen Zui slumped lazily onto the sofa and said.

He and Old Wu were truly close.

First, his brother-in-law Yu Lexing and Wu Jingzhong were former colleagues at the Qingpu Class, part of Boss Dai's original team, so their relationship was very tight.

Furthermore, back at the Sino-Soviet Intelligence Office and in the Northwest District.

He was young and spent his days following behind old foxes like Old Wu and Zheng Jiemin to make a living; their bond was unusually strong, no different from that with an older brother.

"What, is Mao Renfeng giving you a hard time again?" Wu Jingzhong poured him some tea.

"Don't even mention it."

"Originally, the Generalissimo had me and Mao Renfeng plan the assassination of Li Zongren, but the mission was canceled."

"Just a moment ago, Li Zongren even arrested Sun Dehou and his group."

"If Sun Dehou talks, he will definitely side with Mao Renfeng, and it's possible he'll throw me under the bus."

"Li Zongren wouldn't hesitate to kill me."

Shen Zui sat up straight and said, quite depressed.

"It's not possible, it's certain."

"You know what kind of character Mao Renfeng has; even if Sun Dehou doesn't stab you in the back, he will sell you out anyway."

"You're finished."

"When he goes to Wandao in the future, won't he have one less competitor?"

"Or do you think I spent those few days in jail for no reason?"

Wu Jingzhong laughed.

"Damn it."

"I knew it, nothing good ever comes from getting involved with Mao Renfeng."

"Old brother, those brutes of the New Guangxi Clique have never been reasonable. Once this matter ferments, if they catch me, they could beat me to death."

"You must give your little brother some advice."

Shen Zui was getting anxious.

"With your martial arts, are you still afraid of a fight?" Wu Jingzhong teased.

"Stop laughing at me, two fists are no match for four hands."

"I wanted to take a shot at Li Zongren, and his and Bai Chongxi's men would dare to assassinate me."

"They could just blow my brains out with a single shot."

"Li Zongren is about to become the Acting President; who would dare say a word against him?"

"You have to think of something for me."

Shen Zui waved his hand, urging him.

"Sigh!"

"You say Boss Dai just had to want to be some damn Navy Commander."

"If he hadn't died, would the Military Statistics Bureau be like this?"

"Would we be bullied by Mao Renfeng and Li Zongren?"

"Now there's only Zheng Jiemin left, acting like a turtle hiding its head all day, terrified of getting involved in anything. I went to his house, and they said he went on an inspection."

"Inspection my ass."

"He just doesn't want to see me."

"Boss was still the best; at least he stood his ground and could solve problems."

Shen Zui cursed for a while, then leaned back on the sofa and sighed.

"That's right, once Boss died, he took the future of the Military Statistics Bureau and both of us to the grave with him."

"Let's not talk about this."

"I can't handle things in Nanjing; you should ask Zhiyou."

Wu Jingzhong pointed at Hong Zhiyou and said.

"Little brother, give me some advice." Shen Zui slapped Hong Zhiyou's shoulder heavily with his large hand.

Hong Zhiyou, however, did not budge at all.

Shen Zui raised an eyebrow: "Oh ho, you've been training well; there's some strength in these shoulders."

"Station Chief Shen, you should still call me Little Hong or Secretary Hong."

"Calling me little brother, wouldn't that mess up the hierarchy?"

Hong Zhiyou laughed.

"That's true, Old Wu is your father, calling you little brother does mess up the hierarchy."

"Then you are my big nephew."

"Big nephew, I know you have great ability, please give your uncle some advice," Shen Zui said.

"Simple."

"Isn't the Generalissimo going to Xikou?"

"Chen Yi of Jiangsu and Zhejiang is not favored by the Generalissimo; you can apply to go there to execute security tasks and clear the way for the Old Man."

"The Generalissimo still trusts Boss Dai's original team quite a bit."

"No matter how angry Li Zongren is, he wouldn't dare run to Xikou to find you, would he?"

"Once the storm passes, you can return to Yunnan."

Hong Zhiyou suggested.

"That's a good idea, but I can't even see the Generalissimo."

"Mao Renfeng is dying for me to stay and take the fall; he won't put in a good word for me."

Shen Zui said, troubled.

"I know Director Yu; he can speak to the Generalissimo," Hong Zhiyou said.

"That's great."

"If Yu Jishi can step in, that would be perfect."

"The Military Affairs Bureau is the Imperial Guard; these matters are within his jurisdiction."

"However, it must be fast."

"I'm afraid if it's too late, Li Zongren will come looking for me."

Shen Zui was overjoyed.

"Alright, wait a moment."

Hong Zhiyou stood up, walked to the telephone, and dialed Yu Jishi's number:

"Director Yu, it's Zhiyou."

"Yes, I only arrived in Nanjing a few days ago; once I'm settled, I will certainly visit you in person, Director Yu."

"It's only right, it's only right."

"Director Yu, it's like this. Station Chief Shen is currently in Nanjing; he is concerned for the Generalissimo's safety and would like to apply to go to Jiangsu and Zhejiang to act as an advance guard. I wonder if that is feasible?"

"I ask that you put in a good word, Director Yu, and help facilitate this."

"Good."

"Thank you for your trouble, Director Yu, much appreciated."

Hanging up the phone, Hong Zhiyou said: "Director Yu has agreed. Station Chief Shen, you can go to the Military Affairs Bureau to report now; there should be a temporary position arranged."

"Old... Big nephew, you really are something."

"I'll remember this favor."

"Old brother, I'm off, I'm off!"

Shen Zui didn't dare to delay any longer and stood up to leave.

"Zhiyou, see him off, use Ambassador Anderson's car," Wu Jingzhong ordered.

"Understood," Hong Zhiyou acknowledged the order.

Now that both Jiang and Li were vying for the support of the Americans, even if Li Zongren had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare stop the embassy's car.

Hong Zhiyou drove Shen Zui away.

Wu Jingzhong stood by the window with his hands behind his back, feeling both happy and sad.

The sad part was that he was ultimately no longer effective.

The happy part was that Zhiyou was doing well and could handle anything.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh softly:

"The waves of the Yangtze River push the ones before them!"

Office of the Vice President.

Bai Chongxi, dressed in military uniform, had just walked in when he saw Li Zongren slamming the table and cursing.

"Delin, what are you getting so angry about again?" Bai Chongxi asked with a smile.

"You go out first."

Li Zongren dismissed his subordinates with a wave, then gestured for him to sit on the sofa.

"Old Jiang has let Mao Renfeng play dirty again.

"It's fortunate that we uncovered it in time, otherwise your life and mine would be hard to guarantee." Li Zongren felt a pain in his chest from anger and cursed in a low voice while patting the sofa armrest.

"The Red Tickets are about to hit the Yangtze River.

"The man surnamed Jiang still dares to play such low-down tricks; I think he's lost his mind!"

"How did you catch them?"

Bai Chongxi was also furious.

"I received intelligence and caught them in a surprise raid; on-site, we seized bullets coated with poison, explosive packs, and firearms, among other things.

"Two were killed on the spot, and one was taken alive."

Li Zongren said.

"Caught in a surprise raid?"

Bai Chongxi, nicknamed Little Zhuge, immediately sensed that something was not right about the situation.

"With such a confidential matter, where did the intelligence come from?" He took a sip of tea and asked.

"Hong Zhiyou!" Li Zongren said.

"That secretary to the dog secret agent Wu Jingzhong?

"Hasn't he defected to Jianfeng? Selling out the Secret Service Bureau doesn't align with the interests of the Jiang father and son." Bai Chongxi squinted his eyes, puzzled.

"Mao Renfeng and Wu Jingzhong have always been at odds, so retaliation is within reason.

"According to Fang Qing's account.

"Hong Zhiyou admires my contributions to the War of Resistance.

"Hmph, that's nonsense.

"In my view, it's mostly the intention of the Americans; Ambassador Smith has a deep relationship with him, and since the Americans intend to suppress Old Jiang, they naturally have to side with us."

Li Zongren smiled and analyzed.

"Perhaps this is also the intention of Jiang or Jianfeng.

"Old Jiang can no longer hold the situation together and wants us to defend the Yangtze River.

"Otherwise, a shrewd person like Hong Zhiyou would not openly reveal intelligence.

"After all, now that Old Jiang is deserted by his followers, he is also afraid that Mao Renfeng might use a pretext to carry out an assassination, bringing trouble upon him, and thus he is looking to switch to someone else.

"If it were me, for the sake of safety, I would also make such a move."

Bai Chongxi said with deep calculation.

"Hmm, that does sound like Old Jiang's methods.

"One set of rules for the public, another for the shadows; he trusts no one.

"Regardless, pulling out these few nails is a good thing after all." Li Zongren nodded and smiled.

"How do you intend to handle this matter?" Bai Chongxi asked.

"Wu Dehou says he was instigated by Shen Zui.

"I questioned Mao Renfeng, and he said he was unaware and shifted the relationships of these few people onto Shen Zui." Li Zongren said.

"Then call Shen Zui over!" Bai Chongxi pointed to the tea table and said.

"When my men went to arrest him, he took the embassy's car to Old Jiang's residence; I can't exactly send people to ask Old Jiang for the person." Li Zongren shook his head.

"Even a rotting ship still has three pounds of iron.

"Old Jiang has stepped in.

"With the embassy involved, it would be a wasted effort for us to go.

"However, we can make the matter public in the newspapers, and once Old Jiang leaves, we can use this incident to strike at Mao Renfeng's Secret Service Bureau.

"It's time to deal with these rats and cockroaches."

Bai Chongxi slapped the table and said sternly.

"That's right, the Secret Service Bureau must be seized.

"We have been constrained by Old Jiang and the Military Statistics Bureau for so many years precisely because we don't have our own intelligence system.

"This time, we must take the whole bowl and the pot."

Li Zongren said with full confidence.

The next day.

January 21, 1949.

For the Jiang government, it was destined to be a heavy day.

Fu Zuoyi formally signed the "Agreement on the Peaceful Settlement of the Beiping Issue" with the Red Ticket representatives in Beiping and notified all circles across the country.

At the same time, the Chairman formally announced his retirement and took a plane to Jiangzhe that same day.

Li Zongren was appointed Acting President.

Relying on the natural barrier of the Yangtze River and the support of North American Democratic forces such as Stuart, the Gui Army began preparing for negotiations with the Red Tickets to divide and rule along the river.

The Jiang father and son, who had retreated behind the scenes, returned to their hometown of Xikou a few days later.

They gathered old subordinates and intelligence forces such as the Secret Service Bureau and the CC to begin secretly remote-controlling the party-state.

For a time, the situation became increasingly treacherous and unpredictable.

February, Xikou.

Hong Zhiyou, Wu Jingzhong, and Yu Zecheng, as subordinates of Jianfeng, were forced to follow Jianfeng to Xikou under the close surveillance of Mao Renfeng.

"Sigh, this New Year has been nothing but watching plays every day; it's quite leisurely.

"Zecheng, is there any news from Jingling?"

Inside the antique-style mansion, Wu Jingzhong put down his chopsticks and asked Yu Zecheng.

"Yes.

"On the 25th, President Sun Ke announced the relocation of the Executive Yuan to Yuezhou.

"On February 1st, Secretary-General Zheng Yanfen formally moved the party headquarters to Yuezhou.

"The Ministry of National Defense is temporarily relocating to Shanghu.

"Li Zongren is determined to investigate the Secret Service Bureau and has arranged a guard company around the Honggong Shrine area; now, Secret Service Bureau personnel are not allowed to carry documents to and from work, which looks like he wants to wipe them out completely."

Yu Zecheng said.

Hong Zhiyou was cutting fruit on the side, and the two exchanged a smile.

The previous tip-off was still useful.

With Li Zongren applying this pressure, Mao Renfeng had no choice but to take a risk.

"The Chairman has given Li Zongren a major problem.

"With the government and the executive branch at odds and singing different tunes, it's hard for Li Zongren to be this Acting President.

"When it comes to fighting, the Chairman might not be as good as Li Zongren, but when it comes to playing dirty, ten Li Zongrens tied together are no match for the Old Man.

"Li Delin is asking for trouble."

Wu Jingzhong sighed with a smile.

"Teacher, Mao Renfeng has secretly transferred most of the Secret Service Bureau's field agents and elites to the Shanghu office; the vetting of these lists must be stepped up.

"Jianfeng attaches great importance to this matter and is allocating 150, 00 US dollars in lobbying funds." Hong Zhiyou said.

"Hmm.

"Being able to win over someone like Ye Zhixiang would certainly be of great benefit.

"You can secretly send people to contact these few individuals, but remember to keep yourself out of it at all costs.

"Mao Renfeng has many people under him who do dirty work.

"If you try to poach his people and push him too far, even a turtle will bite."

Wu Jingzhong picked up a pen, circled a few names, and cautioned him very carefully.

"Understood, Teacher." Hong Zhiyou said.

As they were chatting, the phone rang.

Yu Zecheng answered:

"Okay, okay.

"Goodbye."

After hanging up, he said to Hong Zhiyou: "Zhiyou, Ambassador Smith invites you to the embassy."

"Teacher, then I'll go attend to it."

He exchanged greetings.

The two arrived outside.

"Zhiyou, according to the news, Stuart and Kirk have both arrived.

"The success or failure of tonight is of vital importance."

"Li Zongren is currently being roasted over a fire; he has pinned all his hopes on the Americans and is lobbying with great intensity."

"The Seventh Fleet is gathering toward Shanghai."

"Once the Americans and Soviets focus their attention and gaze upon this country, it will be a disaster."

"Zhiyou, I am counting on you."

Yu Zecheng said with a grave expression.

He knew deeply that for the U. . military to send such an important high-ranking official to meet with Hong Zhiyou, the weight of tonight's conversation was clearly immense, potentially even affecting the entire national situation and the future of the nation.

"I understand, rest assured."

Hong Zhiyou got into the car and headed straight for the embassy.

Upon arriving at the embassy entrance, security was tight.

After being searched and inspected, Hong Zhiyou walked into the embassy with his head held high.

Inside the main hall.

There were people in suits and leather shoes, as well as high-ranking U. . military officers in uniform.

"Hong, let me introduce you; this is Consul General John Leighton Stuart."

"This is Lieutenant General Harrison."

"You are our friend, and given the current situation, we would like to hear your opinion."

Smith introduced them.

Hong Zhiyou greeted everyone present one by one.

"Mr. Hong, I consider myself to have a fair understanding of you people; this land has rich mineral resources, and all it lacks is machinery and leadership."

"Regarding Li's request, I personally express my approval."

"To divide and rule north and south with the Yangtze River as the boundary, the north being the territory of the Red Ticket, and the south controlled by the new National Government."

"What is your view?"

John Leighton Stuart asked.

"I do not know where the Ambassador gets the confidence that there will definitely be a north-south division," Hong Zhiyou retorted.

"It is very simple."

"This is also very beneficial to the Soviet Union, and they will certainly agree."

"You know, many countries in modern times have come to this land; they know how wonderful this place is. Your culture and resources are simply a fascinating treasure."

"Comrade Steel would not mind having one more Yugoslavia or Poland."

John Leighton Stuart smiled.

"This idea is indeed very beautiful."

"But you clearly underestimate our culture and our will."

"The National Government might agree."

"But the Red Ticket never will."

"If you truly understood, you would know that they have fought with their blood all along, from the cracks of the encirclement campaigns to the marshes, the snow-capped mountains, and then to the eight-year War of Resistance."

"They have never once been afraid."

"Back then, behind enemy lines, without even millet and rifles, they dared to resist the Japanese invaders."

"Now that millions of troops are sharpening their blades, do you think that relying solely on your reputation, a piece of worthless paper contract, or the arrogance of Steel will make them lay down their weapons?"

"Gentlemen, aren't you being too confident?"

Hong Zhiyou looked around at everyone and said in a foreign language with a resounding voice.

"We have atomic bombs, and we have the most powerful warships in the world."

"They are enough to tear apart any will and flesh and blood!"

Wilson stood up, waving his arms and flying into a rage.

"Atomic bombs?"

"Warships?"

"That's right, your atomic bombs can scare the little devils, but that is because of their poverty; they were a group of fragile and ignorant fellows to begin with."

"You can bomb Shanghai, bomb Tianjin, and you can bomb Beiping."

"But can you bomb the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau?"

"Can you bomb the one hundred thousand mountains of the Qinling range?"

"Can you bomb the vast forests of the Northeast?"

"There are five hundred million people on this land; can you bomb them all to extinction?"

"I can tell you that as long as one person is still alive, they will pick up weapons and fight to the end, even if the Yangtze River is stained with blood and corpses are piled into mountains."

Hong Zhiyou stared down Wilson and retorted firmly.

"Then we will keep bombing until you surrender." Wilson opened his mouth, his tone weakening slightly.

"General Wilson, do not say such useless, angry words."

"Isn't it money that you want?"

"You could drop one hundred, one thousand atomic bombs."

"I ask you, what would you gain?"

"Except for a scorched earth."

"Except for your foolish consumption of military power and money, you will gain nothing!"

Hong Zhiyou sneered.

"You, you!" Wilson was enraged and pulled out his gun, pointing it at Hong Zhiyou's forehead.

Hong Zhiyou smiled with disdain, watching him without moving an inch.

"Wilson, put it away."

"Hong is our friend; this is just a pleasant exchange between gentlemen. Put it away, will you?" Smith stepped forward and pressed down his muzzle.

"Hong, if the north refuses to divide, and we insist on stepping in to help the National Army?" John Leighton Stuart crossed his legs, took a puff of his cigar, and asked with a smile.

"You can try."

"The north has four million troops, and after fighting the three major campaigns, they have quite a lot of the artillery and heavy weapons you provided."

"Crucially, they possess the world's most excellent military literacy and perfect tactics."

"If you want to fight a conventional war, counting the National Government's soldiers, you would need to commit at least one million U. . troops to have even a slim chance of going toe-to-toe."

"And that is without counting the possibility of the Soviet Union sending troops."

"Of course, if the Soviet Union also agrees to the division and wants to try, you can all come together."

"We might be defeated, but we will never surrender."

"It will be just like before; a single spark can start a prairie fire."

"You can never defeat... the Red faith."

"Ten years, a hundred years, ten thousand years, the final victory can only be ours."

"The question is, can you afford to lose?"

"In a word, if you fight, you will gain no benefits."

"Ambassador Stuart, you are considered a China hand and have had contact with the north; you should know I am not fear-mongering."

Hong Zhiyou held his head high, his gaze piercing.

John Leighton Stuart and the others whispered among themselves for a while.

"Mr. Hong, you are from the National Government's Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, you are one of Jianfeng's men, and you represent the interests of the National Government."

"Jiang also agrees to divide and rule along the Yangtze."

"These are not things you should be saying."

John Leighton Stuart asked.

"Mr. Ambassador, I am an employee of the National Government, but I am even more so a Chinese."

"Likewise, I am also a businessman."

"Of course, I hope for our country to be peaceful and prosperous, and for you to be finished."

"But that takes time, at least not right now."

"From a businessman's perspective, what I need right now is to earn your money."

"Don't you like to talk about interests?"

"Then let's talk about money."

"How about it?"

A smile bloomed on the corner of Hong Zhiyou's mouth, and his tone became relaxed.

"Oh? I am all ears." John Leighton Stuart said in Chinese.

"First of all, your enemy is not us."

"Your core interests are not here either, at least not for now."

"They are here!"

Hong Zhiyou walked over to the map on the side and pointed to West Germany.

"The importance of West Germany and Europe is something you know better than I do."

"The Soviet Union is your true enemy."

"That is where your arena for competing interests lies."

"Of course, you all know these things; let's talk about something more realistic.

"If you succeed and divide the country by the river, may I ask who you will sell your damned arms to?

"Will your arms dealers give up this fat piece of meat and let you sit here talking big?

"And another thing.

"If there is peace by dividing the river, will this dish even be your Democratic Party's turn to eat?

"Why wouldn't the Generalissimo choose the Republican Party, which is more favorable to them?

"I have said, I am a businessman.

"And also your friend.

"What I need is your arms, flour, and rice.

"I am also used to cooperating with you, rather than whoever from the Republican Party?

"Therefore, I hope you all stay alive and continue to carry on.

"That way I can make money.

"That is all."

Hong Zhiyou spread his hands, sat down, and began to drink his coffee.

"We must admit that we have already lost the opportunity to intervene; Jiang is truly too disappointing, and he was defeated too quickly.

"Now the Red side has an army of four million.

"According to the reports from the frontline observation group, they are invincible, as if aided by gods, and possess powerful firepower.

"Once they head south, if we don't send troops, Li and Jiang will find it hard to hold on.

"If we do send troops, the losses will be great, and the Republican Party will inevitably counterattack us; this is not the right choice."

"Germany has pinned us down, and we have no more energy to invest in the Far East.

"This is just a mess, and we will gain nothing from it."

Leighton Stuart and the others began to discuss.

They deliberated until dark.

Leighton Stuart stood up and reached out his hand to Hong Zhiyou:

"Mr. Hong, your speech was brilliant; it clearly moved us, and we need to re-evaluate the possibility of intervention.

"Thank you."

"No need to thank me; forget those useless scraps of paper and leave early, the sooner the better.

"If you really aren't convinced, we can always clash in the future."

Hong Zhiyou raised his elbow, grabbed his hand, and shook it vigorously as he spoke.

"Of course, your arms, rice, and flour are still quite good!"

He smiled and bid farewell to everyone.

Returning to the hotel.

Yu Zecheng was at the entrance, pacing anxiously while waiting:

"Zhiyou, how did the talk go?"

"I said everything that needed to be said.

"The money was also entrusted to Kirk and Smith to be sent out.

"Truman's team is currently being held back by West Germany; I estimate they will not intervene on a large scale, and dividing the river is nothing more than wishful thinking by Li and Jiang.

"In the end, it will all be a mirage."

Hong Zhiyou said very firmly.

"That's great.

"As long as the Americans and the Soviet Union don't intervene, at most within a year, with our military strength, we will inevitably be able to unify and achieve a thorough, final victory," Yu Zecheng said, punching the air excitedly.

He now had a mysterious confidence in Hong Zhiyou.

This was the scientific basis derived from the "Half-Immortal Hong" accurately hitting one prediction after another over the past few years.

And not blind superstition.

Of course, except for catching Yuan Peilin and enabling Cuiping to assassinate Li Ya, which had slight flaws, he basically hadn't missed a shot.

"Don't be so happy; the expenses for this lobbying were not small. Another day, have Shopkeeper Qiu reimburse me thirty thousand US dollars," Hong Zhiyou said.

"I know.

"Once there is definite news, I will definitely find the money for you," Yu Zecheng said.

"By the way, have you found out any news about Cuiping?"

He asked again.

"Isn't there discipline?

"What's the rush?

"It's far from the time to meet; even if you knew, so what? Just wait."

Hong Zhiyou rolled his eyes in annoyance.

He wasn't a god, after all.

In such a vast North, once Cuiping was transferred, changed her name, and her files were erased, it would be no different from having her identity wiped out.

Finding someone was no different from looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Yes, yes.

"I was too impatient; I won't mention it, I won't mention it," Yu Zecheng said, waving his hand with some depression.

Late February.

The Seventh Fleet sailed away from the coast of Shanghai and accelerated the evacuation of US troops in Nationalist government cities.

At the same time, the Truman administration repeatedly stated through the media that it would not send troops to intervene in the conflict between the Red and the Blue.

The dream of Li and Jiang to divide the river was declared completely shattered.

Jinhai City, Public Security Bureau.

Liao Sanmin, wearing a light green military uniform and a military cap, walked into the leader's office with his head held high.

"Director Xu!" Liao Sanmin gave a military salute.

"Comrade Liao Sanmin.

"Jinhai City has been liberated; I am acting under the orders of the leadership of the Number One Line, specifically coming to Jinhai to assist Mayor Huang in maintaining public order.

"At present, enemy agents are very active in Jinhai, posing a serious threat to the people's property and safety.

"Our task is still very heavy.

"You have fought against this bunch of rats in Jinhai for many years and have rich experience; according to the organization's opinion, I specifically appoint you as Deputy Director and concurrently Director of the Eleventh Branch Bureau, to assist me in cracking down on enemy agents."

Director Xu said solemnly.

"Yes!" Liao Sanmin happily accepted the order.

"Before you go, the Number One Line had instructions: Mao Renfeng once executed the Yellow Bird Plan, and the list of personnel is in your hands.

"Now I order you to take full charge of executing the Sparrow-Elimination Plan; you must strike down all these yellow birds and crows within one month."

Director Xu instructed.

"Yes! Chief!

"Sanmin will definitely complete the mission."

Liao Sanmin saluted and accepted the order.

"Go report to the branch bureau, and by the way, invite Comrade Wang Cuiping in," Director Xu added.

"Sister-in-law, go on in," Liao Sanmin said.

"Sanmin, what kind of work were you assigned?

"Is it catching spies?" Cuiping asked happily.

"Yes, I'm in charge of the Eleventh Branch Bureau, investigating the Yellow Birds," Liao Sanmin said.

"You must count me in; let's catch spies together.

"With my skills, catching yellow birds is just like swatting flies, one slap for each.

"You wait, I'll go apply to the leadership right now."

Cuiping said with high spirits.

"Alright, I'll wait for you in the car outside."

Liao Sanmin looked at her and smiled lightly.

Once in the car, he sighed silently in his heart.

Although Cuiping was already used to underground work and knew some discipline and procedures.

But judging by these words of hers, Old Yu clearly hadn't told her many things.

Old Yu had now followed Jiang to Xikou.

Once it was determined that she still had to carry out undercover missions.

According to organizational procedures, especially under the current conditions where we are in the open and the enemy is in the dark, and confidentiality work is becoming increasingly difficult, Cuiping would most likely have to be "isolated."

At the very least, she cannot have a job within three years.

Sigh.

She is afraid she will be disappointed.

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(End of chapter)