Stretching out a slightly trembling hand, Ling Jianfei dialed the phone number on the certificate of completion. From today onwards, I will become a fighter on the special front of the anti-Japanese war. That kind of ups and downs of excitement cannot be expressed in words.
"Hello, this is the Personnel Department of the First Department of the Military Command." The other party was a woman. Ling Jianfei felt a little relaxed, and immediately said his name and reported the student number of the short training class.
"Welcome, please go to the South Bank No. 3 Ferry Terminal now, and someone will receive you there." The woman hung up the phone.
Ling Jianfei suddenly became a little confused. Ferry Terminal 3? Why are you going there? Last night, I also imagined that I would walk into a heavily guarded building and open the first page of my mysterious and exciting career as an agent. And now on the phone asking him to go to Ferry Terminal No. 3, is it to be a conductor or waiter on the ferry, starting from the secret agent at the bottom? That's right!
However, the order must be obeyed. At least from this moment on, I have become a quasi-soldier. If it is as I guessed, it is better to find a recruiting station and die on the battlefield than to be an ineffective little spy. , Where does revenge and hate begin
Called a rickshaw and rushed to the South Bank Pier No. 3, bought a ticket, and walked down the steps. Ling Jianfei wanted to find the person who would connect with him from the crowd. He barged from the trestle bridge, and Ling Jianfei finally gave up the meaningless. Screening is meaningless.
The ferry drew ashore slowly, and he boarded the ship in frustration with the crowd. The visitor should be able to identify her, otherwise the woman on the phone would not let herself come directly to this pier without any other explanation.
Leaning on a railing and watching the landscapes on both sides of the strait is Ling Jianfei's favorite when he takes the ferry. But today he lost his interest, staring down at the muddy river in front of him, a deep sense of frustration that almost made him plunge into the river.
The arm rested on the ship rail was suddenly knocked off lightly by someone. He moved a little bit away, but then was hit again. He turned his head and was about to yell at the other person, but yelled in surprise, "Uncle Wang, how could it be? It's you"
Pointing to his lips, Wang Yan smiled, wearing a gray cotton robe like a little clerk: "Why can't it be me? I saw you early in the morning, like a beaten cock, thinking that he was given out. ?"
Ling Jianfei smiled embarrassedly and said, "Isn't that right? I was sent to this place inexplicably after I was smashed and kicked for three months, so I didn't get angry."
Wang Yan laughed and said, "With your uncle Wang here, it wouldn't be so miserable, right? Jianfei, I have to rush to meet someone, let's make a long story short. From today on, you will be a member of the same hall. Which department to go to has not yet been decided. . Asking you here is to give you a secret task to stare someone to death. This person is in the hall, and you are a newcomer. But the most important thing is that he is the subject of my secret investigation. This matter is temporarily related to It’s okay in the hall, understand? I have an assistant, Xiao An, who is responsible for one-line contact with you. The information about the person under investigation is placed on the back of the drawer of the bedside table in Room 203 of Yuelai Inn. This inn will be your home for some time in the future. Point. You are an undergraduate college student who came to join your cousin in Chongqing, but you have not been able to find his whereabouts and you are temporarily trapped in the inn. The detailed information is available, just do the above."
Changed from the depression just now, Ling Jianfei rubbed his hands that were frozen by the cold wind excitedly, and said in high spirits: "Uncle Wang, I didn't expect to send me such a magical and exciting job as soon as I got started. I will definitely live up to you. Look forward to it."
With a long cry of the ferry, Wang Yan patted the elder brother's orphan on the shoulder, said "I like you" with emotion, and turned around to follow the flow of people to the side exit of the ferry.
About half an hour later, Wang Yan, who changed into a black leather coat with bright leather shoes on his feet, appeared like a businessman at the corner of Nanjiekou. After a glance left and right, he flashed into a hotel by the road and went straight up the stairs to the third floor. He knocked on the door of Room 307, and when the door opened, he almost rushed in, and held his hands tightly with a middle-aged man in academic dress and temperament standing beside the door.
"Old Mo, it's been a long time!"
"Yeah, Lao Wang, you should have it in the first year, you seem to be a lot older?"
"You want me to praise you for being young, right? You can't be too young. It's not because I made a mistake this time, and you and I can't see each other."
Lao Mo pondered for a while and said: "Don't take it too seriously. The situation has already happened. The situation is complicated. The important thing is to sum up experience and lessons."
"What are the instructions above?" Wang Yan asked.
"What does the top on your side mean?" Lao Mo asked back.
"I haven't dared to report it yet. Fan Xuanjie, Special Division 2 of the Military Intelligence Bureau, wants to press down to see if he can dig out the real spy in the first hall before making plans."
"But have you ever thought about it. If you can't get it out? If you are reported, you will be very passive."
"The difficulty lies here! Even if it is reported, it is estimated that neither the military command nor the military intelligence bureau wants to make this matter public. At present, it is mainly because of Fan Xuanjie's meaning. Lao Mo, this matter still involves a young student. It is he who sees the truth in it, so he will be the first victim."
"What's the matter?" Lao Mo raised his brow.
Wang Yan then roughly talked to Lao Mo about how Qiao was involved and the background, and his tone was very regretful.
Old Mo thought about it after a while and said, "Pharaoh, I think you have been assimilated in some ways after you have been here for a long time. For an innocent or even meritorious young man, you seem to agree with this approach."
With a frown, Wang Yan said, "Regardless of whether you are the enemy or me, this is a necessary method for confidential work. I also deplore it. This is a pretty good seedling, and Fan Xuanjie still plans to focus on cultivating it."
"What's your current situation?" Old Mo saw his difficulty and changed the subject.
"It's so good." Wang Yan said with a wry smile.
"Try your best to converge. The special committee's intention is very clear, and you want you to seize this favorable opportunity and take a deep dive."
"I think so too. The establishment of the independent division has been officially cancelled, and there is no way to go to the front to fight the little devil. The MIB has been trying to control the spy forces of the military command for a long time. This is an excellent opportunity. If I want to come, they will not let it go. I consider taking this opportunity to enter the military headquarters. Fan Xuanjie can help me."
"Wow!" Lao Mo slapped his thigh excitedly, and his pain was so painful that he yelled "It's not your leg."
Lao Mo didn't care about this, and then said: "Great, your idea coincides with that of the special committee. Now is the perfect time for our underground front to expand, we must grasp it."
After the two specifically discussed the future work strategy, Wang Yan left first, and Lao Mo sent him to the door, reluctantly saying goodbye to him.
Walking out of the hotel and walking to another street, Wang Yan found a shop with a telephone and asked his assistant Xiao An to drive to pick him up. Xiao An said that something happened to tell him. About a quarter of an hour later, Xiao An drove over. As soon as he got on the bus, Xiao An told him that Fan Xuanjie made two calls within half an hour and asked him to go to his place.
What could be so urgent
When Wang Yan walked into Fan Xuanjie's office, he saw that Qiao was also there. He couldn't help but was taken aback. Fan Xuanjie really wanted to do something on this kid
Fan Xuanjie naturally caught the signal in his eyes, smiled and said to him: "Where did you go this morning, it made me easy to find."
"Playing mahjong is missing one, right? Why did you come here?" He said the last sentence to Qiao. Sitting next to him is Zheng Chuanfeng. In Wang Yan's view, he will always take action to subdue the unguarded Qiao.
Fan Xuanjie, who knew what he was thinking, stretched out his hand soothingly to let him sit down, and said, "He has sent something you are extremely interested in. It has already been sent to the technical department and it will be ready soon."
"What?" Wang Yan seemed to ask casually, and sat down to Zheng Chuanfeng's side. In fact, he could quite sit next to Qiao.
In the morning, Qiaomou was still lying in the bed, and the old man knocked on the door outside and said to show him something.
Qiao wanted to stay in bed for a while, so he asked him to come again for ten minutes. Ten minutes later, the old Hantou really came, and Qiao got up helplessly, opened the door and let out a violent voice: "What is noisy? I finally caught a chance to sleep in, and I was disturbed by you."
The old man said aggrievedly: "You think I think, I wouldn't bother to care about you unless Wang's mother quarreled me."
Qiao couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with Wang's mother again?"
Raising a gadget in his hand, Old Hantou said, "For this."
Both eyes suddenly opened wide, and what Old Hantou was holding was a miniature film. Joe snatched it from him and shouted sharply, "Where did it come from?"
Old Hantou, who was startled by him, hurriedly told him that the laundry was handed to him by Mother Wang. Qiao asked him to call Wang Ma immediately. Old Hantou walked outside the door and yelled "Mother Wang". Mother Wang responded loudly, and came in with her little feet upside down. He glanced at the film in Qiao's hand and quickly explained that he was preparing to clean it early in the morning. He took that leather jacket out of his pocket.
Qiao suddenly recalled the scene by the Jialing River many days ago. This film must have been stuffed into his pocket when Gao Jun hit him, but the Japanese had searched it carefully. It's impossible!
Then Wang said the words to relieve him, there was a hole in his pocket that leaked from there.
Qiao immediately realized the importance of the film that Gao Jun had protected with his life. In this way, the ghost sent him to Fan Xuanjie again, not as Wang Yan imagined, it was Fan Xuanjie who wanted to kill him.
When Wang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, Fan Xuanjie cast a look at him, and he followed him into the lounge inside him.
After closing the door, Fan Xuanjie reached out and clicked on him, and said, "You, you are too suffocated. It's going to be bad. Qiao is so good. Do you think I would attack him without saying hello to you?"
Unexpectedly, Wang Yan asked: "Will you attack him?"
Fan Xuanjie sighed and said, "Actually, I don’t want it more than you. But in order to keep your heads and my head, I have to do that. If not, why would I ask him so painfully. Now he has brought Gao Jun’s again. Broken stuff, also killed him again, understand? He knows too many secrets and it is too important, and there are endless troubles!"
At this moment, Wang Yan's mood was overwhelming.
In terms of the secrets that Qiao currently knows, any one is enough to kill him.