At dusk, dozens of people from the Ling family gathered in front of the gate of Ling Mansion, including all the subordinates, and their faces were solemn and solemn or sad, which made Wang Yan sitting in the car on the side of the road quite in his heart. It's not a taste, I don't know how Ling Jianfei will react when he learns the truth later.
Ever since Ling Jianfei expressed his strong desire to join the army, as his mother, Mrs. Ling Mansion has been in tears all day long. After losing her husband, how could she be willing to send her eldest son to the front as cannon fodder, but at the same time she couldn’t bear to turn her back. The son's wish to avenge his father and kill the devil is in a dilemma.
In fact, after Ling Jianfei had the wish to join the army and kill the devils, the first person to look for was Wang Yan, the chief of staff of his father, hoping to stay by his side and become a soldier of an independent division. At that time, because the independent division had just stepped down from the battlefield, the remaining personnel was less than one battalion. According to military practice, it was generally cancelled. Therefore, he could not reply immediately, so he asked Jian Fei to discuss with his mother before making the final decision. .
Whether the establishment of the independent division will be abolished or not is not a matter of a while. When the eldest lady asked Wang Yan to discuss her son's joining the army, she said that she could not stop it, and hoped that Wang Yan could help her son in the rear area. The difference in China should be dealt with in advance. At this time, Wang Yan learned a piece of news from Fan Xuanjie. The military commander planned to transfer a group of spy backbones from all armies to hold the ninth short-term training course to enrich the special spy forces of the Chongqing party, government, and army for three months.
This should be a good place to go. It not only fulfilled Ling Jianfei's desire to join the army, but also fulfilled the lady's request to keep his son in the rear. At the same time, Wang Yan also had a little "selfishness" in it. This is something to follow. Originally, he had planned to fly thoroughly with Ling Jian last night, but he gave up because he was facing Fan Xuanjie's request to meet.
Now it is obvious that there is such a problem. Can Ling Jianfei, who is determined to go to the front and kill the enemy, accept such an arrangement? In any case, there seems to be a "conspiracy" in it.
Therefore, when the eldest lady hugged his son, he specifically asked him to listen to Uncle Wang Yan's words, and don't be temperamental. Among the group of people who were seeing off, all of them showed a sorrowful look. Only the big lady smiled, causing Ling Haoran’s aunts and wives to politely say: pretending to be awe-inspiring, it’s as if it wasn’t his own. Ask a few reporters to let her show off.
Ling Jianfei, who bowed deeply to the relatives who had seen him off, ran towards Wang Yan's car and pulled away the big red flowers that his family had put on him. It was too awkward. Sitting in the car, Ling Jianfei also pretended to say to Wang Yan politely: "Uncle Wang, I'm sorry, but I should bother you to see me personally."
Wang Yan started the car, and said to the donkey, "I will keep sending you to the barracks."
Making an exaggerated expression, Ling Jianfei said: "It's not that way, how far is it?"
"Not far, it's in the suburbs of Chongqing." Wang Yan put the topic on the right track at the right time.
"Where is the independent teacher reorganizing?" Ling Jianfei couldn't help but wonder. He should have known such news in advance.
"I am afraid that the independent division will become history!"
"What do you mean?"
Wang Yan turned his body to his side and said, "Jian Fei, there are not a few people left in the independent division. According to the usual practice, the establishment will be cancelled. I will take you to a different team. Although it is a military establishment, it is generally not. Going to the front line, but doing underground non-professional military work, such as collecting intelligence, sabotaging behind enemy lines, assassination, investigating, etc."
Ling Jianfei suddenly changed his face and interrupted him and said, "You mean spies, right? But Uncle Wang, I am not interested in these at all. I want to go to the front line and kill the devils by myself in order to release my blood. !"
Wang Yan, who had anticipated his fierce emotions, did not intend to reason with him or make sense, so he changed his gentle face in the past and said with a straight face: "Does the so-called passion have to be released on the battlefield? Everyone, just like you, can repay the hatred of the country and the country with only one's blood? These people who stay behind are cold-blooded, they are all scumbags? I cherish what you have learned, and use it to suit you better Isn’t it good for local people to make the best use of their talents? Do you think spies are so good? The special tasks of spies are not something that can be done by individuals. They must have wisdom and courage beyond ordinary people. Most people want to do it but they can’t do it. Admission? The admission notice is in my bag. Do you want to say something happy, go or not? I will never force it. The independent division no longer exists, and the streets are full of recruiting stations, or you can pick one and send it to With a gun, you don’t need to train a car to keep you straight to the front line. You can choose one of the two!"
"That's it!" Ling Jianfei seemed to realize it suddenly. "No wonder my mother smiled just now. No wonder she was on the road soon after dark. It turned out that you colluded and sent me to a so-called mysterious place. Now you can use words to urge me and force me to submit. These adults, why do they specialize in conspiracy and tricks?"
"Either conspiracy or trickery, you just remember, it's all for your good." Wang Yan pointed to a checkpoint on the mountain pass ahead. "It's almost the place, have you thought about it? Once in, there is no way out."
Ling Jianfei had to say bluntly: "This is the time, so I have to reluctantly do it. But you have to promise me that this botched deception is only one time."
Wang Yan laughed happily, parked the car in front of the special checkpoint for the short training class, and said to Ling Jianfei that he could only be sent here, got out of the car, and took out his credentials from his pocket and handed it to the sentry with the gun. After seeing it, the sentry gave him a military salute. Who knows, Ling Jianfei snatched the ID and took a quick scan.
"Uncle Wang, why did you become the inspector of the MIB at once?" His eyes rounded in surprise.
"This is my new identity." Wang Yan said casually, handing Ling Jianfei's admission notice to the sentry, and then nodded and smiled at Ling Jianfei. "Go, hope you won't regret it."
Ling Jianfei gave him a rather irregular military salute and ran along the direction the sentry gave him. Wang Yan glanced at the time on his watch. At nine o'clock tonight, he had an unusual and dangerous date. It was in a small pavilion on the south side of the Gele Mountain. It is a bit early to rush now, but It is also a way to avoid risks, you can observe the route of advance and retreat in advance.
Although he is not a professional agent, he has also entered training courses like Ling Jianfei, and has been engaged in this work in the army.
The general order of the Military Intelligence Bureau reported the situation to the Ministry of National Defense. The Ministry of National Defense ordered and entrusted the Military Intelligence Bureau to supervise the Military Command Department’s Special Affairs Office to thoroughly investigate the case. The Military Intelligence Bureau then dispatched this task to those specializing in military intelligence collection and investigation. Special Operations Division 2. Fan Xuanjie, director of the Special Division II, upon request from Shangfeng, formally appointed Wang Yan, who was at home, as the inspector of the Military Intelligence Bureau, and realized the plan he had originally set out. When he handed Wang Yanxin's ID card to him, he told him half-jokingly that this commissioner is a non-payment.
"I'll do it too." Wang Yan replied straightforwardly.
Secretly investigating this area, Fan Xuanjie has already started in advance. The personnel of the Ministry of National Defense military orders participating in the deployment of the Tongling Mountain military force have not found any suspicious targets for the time being. The next part of the Ming Dynasty basically has to rely on Wang Yan. Saying "Ming" is actually intended to achieve a kind of shocking effect. In-depth investigation still has to be carried out in secret.
Three days ago, Wang Yan formally went to work in the First Office of the Military Command. Deputy Director Ma Haipoma cooperated with him to specially hold a meeting with the heads of the First Office.
At the meeting, Wang Yan conveyed the order of the Ministry of National Defense on thoroughly investigating the case of the leakage of the Tongling Mountain operational deployment, and announced that various localities would conduct preliminary self-examinations. As the inspector, he would continue to dig deeper based on the materials reported by various localities. We must find out this one or a few Japanese spies who are hidden in the key department of the First Department of the Military Command." This is his sonorous closing remark.
After the meeting, the relevant units involved in the case of the Military Order Department immediately showed the expected self-risk phenomenon, especially those flower-like female officers, who even walked on tiptoes. However, the personnel from the combat, telecommunications, and confidential departments of the First Department that were heavily involved in the case were almost out of control with mutual suspicion and their respective guards.
It's stressful! And this is the effect Wang Yan wants.
In fact, none of them has the mind to study, who is more pressured than the mountain. This person is naturally Wang Yan.
The Secret Service Department of the First Department cooperated very well with him, but in fact, to some extent, because he hated his "usurpation", it secretly made some small stumbling blockers, and the first to bear the brunt was Director Xuan Jialun.
Regardless of ancient and modern times, the meat in one's own bowl, let others choose the fat and the thin to say the opposite, who doesn't have a fire in their heart. Although it was appointed by the above who clearly didn't trust you, he could not find the fault above, but could only use you to purge the fire.
However, Wang Yan took the initiative to plant it with a bar, one to ask for justice for the dead brothers, and second, in the context of the time, the Japanese work was indeed abhorrent. He also knows that it is difficult for him to do it, but he also believes that most people hate Japanese spies as much as he does. This is the basis for his persistence. Otherwise, why bother to do it yourself and have its own professional organization to deal with it.
At the first stop, Wang Yan plunged into the worst-hit area of the Telecommunications Office, where the combat order was issued.
Just at lunch time today, he was still in the office looking at the summary materials submitted by the telecom office. The closed door was knocked twice. He looked up and was about to say "please come in". At a glance, I saw strips stuck in the cracks of the door. He dashed up and couldn't take care of it. He opened the door and poked his head out to take a look. He was hell. There was no one in the corridor except for a figure dangling by the stairs at the end of the corridor. Not up to the stairs.
Turn back and pick up the strips on the ground. There is a line on it: Geleshan Moon Viewing Pavilion at eight o'clock in the evening.
Secret talk or bait!
Regardless of the former or the latter, Wang Yan considered for a moment, he must go to the appointment, and the trap has to jump down. After all, it sent the first signal after he came to the hall, asking himself to go to a place off the beaten track. It would be as simple as killing a single person.
Ten minutes before eight o'clock, Wang Yan visited the moon-viewing pavilion on the southern foothills of Gele Mountain. A broken pavilion with its top cover lifted off and supported by only a few pillars stood out on a rock. It was still quite crowded in the dark, and it was so quiet that only the whistle of the wind could be heard.
The terrain here is not bad, and there is a little movement under the mountain, and you can see clearly from a distance, whether there is a car coming over a section of the highway. After smoking a cigarette, he smoked another cigarette at intervals, and looked at his watch. Five minutes have passed since the appointed time. He couldn't see any signs around him, so don't be fooled.