My Spy Years

  Chapter 3 Sacrifice

   "Gun!"

   "I'm going to kill someone!"

   "Mumma! Muma! Muma!"

   "团团!团团!团团!"

  The scene was in chaos.

  …

  Looking at the number of enemies surrounding him, Lao Liao knew that it would be difficult for him to break through.

   "jingle bells—jingle bells!"

  The tram is approaching.

  Lao Liao raised his head and took a look. The tram would arrive at the stop in half a minute at most.

  Cheng Qianfan will get out of the car to connect.

   "Although Comrade Huomiao is young, he is an old comrade with rich experience in struggle. He should be able to restrain himself and not be reckless!"

  'Huomiao' is Cheng Qianfan's code name.

  However, Lao Liao knew that under such circumstances, even Comrade Huo Miao looked this way a little longer, or had a wrong expression, which would attract the attention of the enemy.

  The most important thing is that he is Comrade Huo Miao's single-line liaison. He was arrested. According to organizational discipline, Comrade Huo Miao must be transferred immediately.

   This has nothing to do with whether Comrade Huo Miao trusts him to withstand the torture of the enemy, it is organizational discipline.

   "Old Liao, Comrade Huomiao is very important, we must protect him well."

   This is when Comrade Zhulin, the superior, arranged for him to be the contact person of "Huo Miao", he held his hand with both hands and told him specially.

  At the end of last year, the Shanghai Teke organization was destroyed by the enemy and suffered heavy losses. Comrade "Zhulin" was unfortunately arrested and died heroically.

   This is the last task given to him by Comrade 'Bamboo Forest'.

  Old Liao understands the meaning of Comrade 'Zhulin', not only to protect the life and safety of 'Huomiao', but also to protect the legitimate identity of 'Huomiao'.

  Under the current cruel struggle situation, it is so precious for the organization to have such a clean-fledged comrade who broke into the patrol room of the concession and can stand the scrutiny of the enemy.

  …

  Old Liao touched the bottle of wine in his hand.

  Determination bloomed in his eyes.

  From the first day he participated in the revolution, he put his own life and death aside.

   As for today's situation, it has also appeared in his mind countless times.

  He is already mentally prepared.

  If he couldn't escape, he would sacrifice his life at the last moment without hesitation, and stop the danger to himself.

   Absolutely must not threaten the security of the party organization.

  Specifically up to now, the safety of Comrade 'Huo Miao' must not be threatened.

  Old Liao suddenly pulled it into his arms.

   "Careful, the old man has a gun!"

Snapped!

Snapped!

  Some team members fired first, and one shot hit Lao Liao in the chest.

   "Asshole, who told you to shoot!"

   "Catch alive."

  Wang Kangnian led his people and rushed down from upstairs in a panic.

  He is now 100% sure that this old man is here to join the Red Party today.

   "Save people! Stop the bleeding!"

   This old man can't die.

  …

  Cheng Qianfan had just gotten out of the car when he heard a gunshot.

  His heart suddenly rose to his throat.

  Amidst the screams, the crowd at the scene and the passengers who got off the bus were in a mess, and the crowd rushed for their lives.

  Cheng Qianfan hid in the crowd, and under the cover of the crowd, glanced towards the place where the gunshot fired.

   Two more snaps.

   "Old Liao?!"

  Although it was just a quick glance, Cheng Qianfan was very sure of that familiar figure. The somewhat hunchbacked old man who was shot and fell to the ground was the old party member who was about to meet him, his loyal comrade-in-arms on the road to revolution, Lao Liao.

  Cheng Qianfan's heart fell to the bottom of the valley.

   "Old Liao!"

  In the gap between people, his eyes met Lao Liao who was lying on the ground.

  A secret agent was holding Lao Liao's chest tightly, trying to stop the blood flowing.

  The dark red blood, as if eager to moisten the soil, condensed into a small blood-colored quagmire behind Lao Liao.

  Cheng Qianfan's eyes were red.

  Lao Liao's body twitched, and he used his last strength to turn his head away from looking there. When he turned his head, there was a hint of a smile in the corner of his withered eyes.

  …

  Wang Kangnian's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up.

  But I only saw the common people in a mess.

  No suspicious persons were found.

  As early as when Wang Kangnian was moved, taking advantage of the confusion, Cheng Qianfan turned around quickly and concealed himself, hiding himself among the fleeing citizens.

  Follow the running crowd, without looking back, leave!

  He walked quickly, bent slightly, protecting the bottle of wine in his hand, as if the bottle of wine was Lao Liao lying on the ground bleeding all over the place.

  Not far behind him, Lao Liao lay there quietly.

  His old body lay on the edge of the black and white platform steps, just like the white mountains and black waters of his hometown.

  The blood is flowing and the rice wine flowing out of the broken wine bottle is converging...

  Lao Liao had a smile on his face, as if to say: Old ladies, children, I have completed the task, and I am here to find you.

  …

   "Nam, mother!" Ding Naifei quickly touched Lao Liao's body all over, and spat at the corpse, "This old man lied to us, he doesn't have a gun!"

  Wang Kangnian's face became more gloomy when he heard the words.

  The old man's move was to trick the team members into shooting.

  He is looking for death!

  This man is willing to use his life to protect the people he connects with.

  This can only show that the person he protects is very, very important.

   Such a big fish was missed like this, Wang Kangnian wanted to kill in anger.

  He turned around and slapped Ding Naifei.

   "Trash!"

   Beep-beep-beep!

  The patrolmen in the French Concession came late, blowing their whistles.

  …

   "Team leader, the patrol is here." A team member said anxiously.

  The Party Affairs Investigation Office has no right to enforce the law in the French Concession, especially when a gun was used this time, and the matter became serious.

   If they get caught by the patrol, the French will be happy to show them some color.

  Wang Kangnian felt grief and indignation. His country's territory was occupied by ghosts. It was called a lease, which was really a disgrace to the party-state soldiers.

  Wang Kangnian first glanced at a player in the corner who had a camera hanging around his neck, and nodded at him.

  Wang Kangnian breathed a sigh of relief, gritted his teeth bitterly and said, "Withdraw!"

  A car screeched to a stop.

  Wang Kangnian led the team member into the car quickly, and the driver immediately stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

   Under the leadership of Ding Naifei, the rest of the team members scattered and disappeared in various complex alleys.

  The inspector Lu Dazhang of Xiafei Road ran over with a few patrolmen, glanced at the corpse on the ground, muttered curses, and arranged for someone to carry the corpse.

  The crowd who fled just now gathered again. People either watched numbly, or some showed expressions of unbearable, and some pointed and talked...

  …

   "Old Liao, I will never let your blood flow in vain."

  Cheng Qianfan's steps were brisk, but his heart was extremely heavy and sad.

   Lao Liao's sacrifice made him very regretful and angry.

   For a moment, he almost couldn't help rushing in, trying to rescue his comrades, his comrades, from the encirclement of the enemy.

  However, this idea was brutally rejected by himself.

   It's not that he's cold-blooded.

   Instead,

  The living sometimes carry more burdens than the dead.

  Every living person bears the expectations and entrustments of so many dead comrades in arms!

   This is the cruelty of underground work.

   Witnessing the sacrifice of one's comrades-in-arms, but being powerless, can only turn around and leave, what a cruel and painful torture.

  Especially Lao Liao's decisive eyes at the end, Cheng Qianfan will never forget in his life:

Walk! go! go!

   "Old Liao, let's go. Maybe one day in the future, I will also die at the hands of the enemy. We Yan Luodian will fight side by side again, and we will fight the man-eating Yan Luo for another 800 rounds.

  If I survive to the day of victory by luck, I will definitely come to your grave with the news of victory, drink with you, chatter, and tell you:

  We Chinese are not slaves to mermaid flesh!

  We Chinese, stand up.

  We Chinese, life is very good..."

  …

  Cheng Qianfan was carrying the wine, and he tried his best to keep his face calm, looking the same as usual.

  He went to Wan Zhenxing Braised Vegetables Store and bought Wan's trotters and fat, oily pig heads.

  Walking around, I bought another roast chicken, half a catty of stinky tofu, roasted edamame, and two catties of raw fried.

   I bought some salt-fried peanuts and pickles.

   "Anfuli." Cheng Qianfan waved and boarded a rickshaw.

  The rickshaw shuttled through the most prosperous downtown area in the French Concession, and the modern girl in a cheongsam was swaying with a handbag on her wrist.

  Old Koehler in a top hat set up his easel, and beside him stood a little girl with adoring eyes.

  Big Shanghai, full of colorful lights, singing and singing, is now black and white in Cheng Qianfan's eyes.

  The rickshaw driver was running hard, sweat dripping from the cold weather.

  Cheng Qianfan also had tears on his cheeks.

  Drawing down his hat, covering his sad eyes—Cheng Qianfan wiped his face and smiled. He hummed a tune, which was cheerful.

  He can't let anyone see his sadness...

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