He Qinghe has been waiting anxiously, and when the seven days are up, if there is no news, he can only go underground. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Of course, he longed to be back at the police station. It's just that it would be dangerous to go back to the police station.

On the sixth day, Zhu Muyun was the first to send the news that the arrested military commander died in the gendarmerie before he could open his mouth. The next day, the same news came from their own intelligence system, and He Qinghe finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I think Zhu Muyun is a manufacturable material." He Qinghe told Dai Xiaoyang that military commanders have their own ways to recruit people, such as training courses in various names, as well as some police academies, and there are also dignitaries directly from military academies or the army.

There is also a path, recommended by the leader of the action group. He Qinghe is only a latent person, and Dai Xiaoyang is the leader of the action team this time. If you want to absorb Zhu Muyun, you must at least be recommended by someone of Dai Xiaoyang's level.

"Let's let him do field work for a while. But be careful not to let him know who we are. Dai Xiaoyang groaned and said that the injuries on his body were arranged by Zhu Muyun for treatment, which is still very sincere.

"I'm afraid he already knows who we are." He Qinghe said with a wry smile, Zhu Muyun looked a little wooden, as if he was not deeply involved in the world, but his logical reasoning ability was very strong.

"Let's talk about it for three months." Dai Xiaoyang said that he is only a team leader, so everything has to be done according to the procedure.

He Qinghe came back to work normally, and Xiaoyang Photo Studio also opened from a new one, and everything seemed to have returned to its original trajectory. Zhu Muyun also pretended not to know He Qinghe's identity and the background of Xiaoyang Photo Studio. How to patrol before, and how to patrol now, each other knows each other.

"I didn't expect Zhao Wenhua to rebel, a traitor to the Communist Party, hehe." The most talked about topic between He Qinghe and Zhu Muyun was Zhao Wenhua, the newly appointed deputy head of the Intelligence Section of the Special Service Department.

"What will happen to the traitors to the Communist Party?" Zhu Muyun heard He Qinghe's unusual tone.

"Once a traitor to the Communist Party has defected, he will not look back. Moreover, he will face the pursuit of the Communist Party for the rest of his life. He Qinghe said with deep feelings.

"No wonder he has to live in the secret service." Zhu Muyun suddenly realized.

"Wait and see, there's still a lot to come." He Qinghe said.

Zhao Wenhua's escape made Xie Chunlei feel very guilty. I already knew that Zhao Wenhua was a traitor, but I still had illusions and did not take decisive measures, which was really an unforgivable mistake. And the last sanctions were too hasty and ended in failure.

But the most stimulated was He Qingxiang, the hero she admired and admired, turned out to be a shameful scum, making her grit her teeth every day, and she hated to kill Zhao Wenhua with her own hands. Knowing that Zhao Wenhua was cowering in the secret service, Xie Chunlei asked his superiors to let He Qingxiang return to the base.

Two days later, in the evening, He Qingxiang returned to the No. 2 contact point, a small secluded courtyard, with a group of five people. The organization has decided to sanction Zhao Wenhua again.

The five people she brought back were all guerrillas, and the conditions of the guerrillas were very difficult, Xie Chunlei cooked them a big pot of rice, and before the dishes were served, each of them ate three bowls. Seeing them gobbling up, Xie Chunlei was very distressed, and hurriedly went to fry a few dishes in person.

"Report to the chief, it's okay to have rice, no need to stir-fry anymore." A strong man with thick eyebrows and big eyes stood up, although he was wearing a short sleeve open coat, he still had a military temperament on his body, and he saluted Xie Chunlei with a standard military salute.

"Don't salute me, everyone must let go of the army when they enter the city." Xie Chunlei hurriedly stopped, this person's voice was loud, if the voice was higher, I am afraid that everyone on the street could hear it.

"My name is Fang Dalai, the captain of the Yangjiawan guerrillas." Fang Da said.

When he came, his superiors had already explained to him, and all actions after entering the city were subject to Comrade Xie Chunlei's orders.

"Come on, you've had a hard time, so you'll have a good rest here tonight." Xie Chunlei said.

"Yes." Fang Dalai stood up and answered.

Every night before going to bed, Zhu Muyun always remembers all the events of the day in his mind. Every word he said, every word he heard, and everything he saw, he would try to recall. If you do something wrong during the day, try to correct it the next day.

As a patrol officer, it seems that the things he does every day are very ordinary, but he knows that he is actually standing on the edge of the fire pit, and if he is not careful, he will fall into it.

When he returned in the afternoon, he deliberately passed by the delicious restaurant, which was still closed. Xie Chunlei and He Qingxiang have disappeared for a while, and I don't know if they will appear in their jurisdiction again......

The next day, when Zhu Muyun came out of the police station, he saw Zhao Wenhua swaggering out, surrounded by Wu Guosheng and others from the action team.

"It's fishing." He Qinghe saw that Zhu Muyun was distracted, and said.

Although Zhao Wenhua came back alive, his role was basically exhausted. When the Communist Party knew that he had defected, it had transferred everything he knew. Now Zhao Wenhua can only be asked to go to the street and find the underground party in the form of looking for a needle in a haystack. Of course, there is another purpose for doing this, to use Zhao Wenhua as bait to fish out the Guxing underground party.

"Ugh." Zhu Muyun sighed, no matter which dynasty it is, the end of being a traitor is very sad.

Xie Chunlei tried not to go out every day, but in order to sanction the traitor Zhao Wenhua as soon as possible, he had to go out to find out information. In order not to be noticeable, every time I come back, I will buy some food, the amount is not much, only enough for everyone to eat. As soon as he arrived at the gate of the hospital, he met Fang Dalai, who kept pacing.

"Lao Xie, when can I act?" Fang Dalai said impatiently. This kind of day when he eats and sleeps, although it is very comfortable, he feels uncomfortable.

"Wait and see." Xie Chunlei said that if Zhao Wenhua doesn't come out, no one can do anything about him.

"How long will it take?" Fang Dalai asked.

"Zhao Wenhua is hiding in the secret service, so he can only wait for him to come out." Xie Chunlei said.

"It's really not good, and the strong attack must take him down." Fang Da said.

"You must not be reckless, you must not act without intelligence." Xie Chunlei said immediately.

Soon, the intelligence came. Zhao Wenhua walked around the Wenhua bookstore and delicious restaurants a few times, and the situation immediately reached Xie Chunlei's ears.

Zhao Wenhua dared to go to the street, Xie Chunlei thought that the opportunity had come, and immediately formulated an action plan with Fang Dalai. When Fang Dalai and his party came in, for safety, they didn't bring guns, and Xie Chunlei could only provide two short guns. The plan of action, naturally, also revolves around these two short guns.

The only place at issue is the retreat plan. Xie Chunlei believes that regardless of whether the operation is successful or not, one's own safety comes first. As for those two short guns, they can also be discarded at a critical moment. And Fang Dalai firmly believes that the gun is the second life, even if he loses his life, he must not lose the gun.