My years of espionage

Chapter 780 The way home
Zhang Ping bent down, and with her slender and beautiful fingers, she gently picked up the harmonica that had fallen on the ground.

It starts with the cool feeling of metal.

Holding the harmonica tightly with her right hand, Zhang Ping carefully checked that the doors and windows were intact, then walked back to the dressing table and turned on the lamp.

Under the dim incandescent lamp, the charming and beautiful woman carefully looked at the harmonica in her hand.

This is an exquisite and brand-new harmonica with the words Huaqiao Harmonica Factory engraved on the front.

On the side, a thin red ribbon is tied, a bright red ribbon.

In Zhang Ping's eyes, the red streamer looked like a red sun, instantly illuminating her eyes and filling her chest!
She just looked at the harmonica in her hand quietly.

Is this the organization's initiative to contact me?
This is Zhang Ping's thoughts at this moment, and it is also the biggest extravagant hope and desire in her heart in the past few years!
'Harmonica' is her code name in the Special Branch Intelligence Section. Very few people know this code name, only her leader, Comrade Liu Zeliang, and her old leader, Comrade 'Zhulin', and her downline, Comrade Mao Liangcai.

Comrade Liu Zeliang evacuated from Shanghai, but there was no news afterwards.

Comrade 'Bamboo Forest' died heroically in Yuhuatai.

Comrade Xiao Mao sacrificed heroically to protect her.

Did Comrade Liu Zeliang send someone to contact you?

Zhang Ping nodded, then frowned and shook her head, she didn't know.

However, one thing is certain, the possibility of the enemy knowing the codename 'Harmonica' is extremely low.

This shows that this harmonica was most likely put in by comrades in the party quietly.

Of course, Zhang Ping didn't dare to be careless. There was a voice in her mind reminding her that even though the possibility of the enemy knowing the code name 'Harmonica' was extremely low, she still had to guard against it.

However, in her heart, she was almost convinced that the organization had sent someone to contact her. As for the slightest bit of vigilance, it should be said that it was the embodiment of the security principle engraved in the bones of an excellent underground worker.

The organization came up to contact me!
Zhang Ping's heart is full of joy, joy, and joy!

Her eyes stayed on the harmonica, and she checked it carefully.

Heartbroken, Zhang Ping put the harmonica to her lips and blew gently.

The sound is not right.

Zhang Ping took the harmonica, looked around, and then played the harmonica. Soon she determined where the problem was.

The woman stood up so suddenly that her calf hit the chair because of the movement.

She didn't even feel the pain in her calf at all, she just held the harmonica in her hand, went to the room where the sundries were kept, and quickly found a small screwdriver.

Carefully unscrew the screws of the harmonica and remove the Ding Mao buckle.

Zhang Ping took the harmonica under the light and looked at it carefully.

Look carefully, there is an unevenness on the reed on the spring board.

Zhang Ping took out a pair of small tweezers from the cosmetic box, gently pried open the reed, and took out a folded piece of paper from underneath.

Zhang Ping put down the tweezers, unfolded the small piece of paper, took a deep breath, and looked at what was written on it:

Too small to see clearly!

Zhang Ping looked for a magnifying glass to see what was written:
My wife, Jingyun, is drifting in the world. After being separated for many years, I searched hard, and finally got news from you.

See you at the old place on Julai Dalu at a quarter past ten tomorrow.

secret!
Fu Mingde.

Zhang Ping froze, staring at the words on the note, she was so focused, as if she wanted to engrave every word on it in her heart.

After a while, Zhang Ping put down the magnifying glass and the note.

She just sat in front of the dressing table, the corners of her eyes were red, and finally, the tears could not be held back, and flowed down her cheeks.

Tears are flowing, her face is joyful, smiling, crying and laughing, smiling and crying.

More than three years!

She searched hard, looking for an organization, but couldn't find it.

Now, God is sorry, the organization has sent someone to look for her!

"I'm going home!" Zhang Ping said from a voice in her heart.

She is now convinced that the harmonica was put into her Kun bag by someone arranged by the organization, and the content on the note is enough to prove it.

Jingyun, Sun Jingyun.

This is a name that has long been dusty in her memory.

The organization once deliberately arranged for her to carry out a secret mission, and the new identity arranged for her was a female teacher named Sun Jingyun.

According to the plan, the organization arranged for a comrade to pretend to be husband and wife with her. The identity of this comrade was a newspaper reporter, and his name was Ding Mingde.

However, for unknown reasons, this secret mission was suddenly put on hold, and the identity and name of Sun Jingyun was sealed before it was actually used.

Similarly, Ding Mingde's identity should also be sealed.

For the sake of safety, the identity background prepared by Teko will not be used easily.

The names of the 'couple', Sun Jingyun and Ding Mingde, have long been sealed. Because the secret mission was cancelled, it is impossible for outsiders to know these two names.

Therefore, Zhang Ping can be sure that it was her 'husband' Ding Mingde who wrote the note.

In addition, the old place on Julaida Road written on the note is a place that only she and her 'husband' Ding Mingde know. This is the place where the couple met for the first time according to the agreement.

This joint location was proposed by 'Sun Jingyun' because she is more familiar with this place.

Only she and her 'husband' Ding Mingde knew about this old place.

Zhang Ping's heart is excited, and her blood is surging.

However, after all, Comrade Teke was able to survive so many mass raids and still live a good life in a state of being out of contact. After calming down, she began to think carefully about this matter.

The other party is the 'husband' Ding Mingde, which is almost absolutely certain.

But here comes the question, is 'Ding Mingde' trustworthy?Is it possible that the other party is a traitor who has defected and betrayed the organization?

Ding Mingde didn't know her.

So, the other party suspected her identity for some reason, and then tried this way?
Once she went to Julaida Road, it was tantamount to admitting the identity of 'Sun Jingyun', was she throwing herself into a trap?

Zhang Ping thought a lot. Although she was quite sure that her 'husband' Ding Mingde was obviously still a comrade in the party and was sent by the organization to pick her up, but she couldn't be sure that 'Ding Mingde' was fine.

However, after careful consideration, Zhang Ping still made a decision:

Come to appointments on time.

This is an opportunity to return to the party organization and go home. She is not willing to miss it, nor can she miss it.

As for whether to inform Zhao Shuli of this matter, ask him to help with counseling, or arrange someone to protect him secretly?
Zhang Ping had thought about this, but she quickly rejected it by herself.

"Secret" is written on the note, which represents an organizational order. This is a secret joint. This matter is well known, she knows it, he knows it, and no third person should know it.

There is no room for bargaining in organizational orders and must be strictly enforced.

Zhang Ping knows that this is a bit risky, but obeying the organization's order and strictly keeping the organization's secrets is what every member of the Red Party keeps in mind. It is an iron law!
It is true that in some cases, some comrades will fall into the enemy's trap because of this.

However, organizational discipline is organizational discipline. If everyone does not strictly enforce it out of safety considerations and some personal considerations, and everyone thinks about doing something without authorization, such an organization can be known loosely, and the future can be known.

The price of blood not only includes the sacrifice when confronting the enemy head-on, but also includes knowing that sacrifice is possible but not turning back!
……

"Nothing?" Araki Harima said with a cold expression.

He glanced at the man who was supported by two members of the detective brigade, his whole body was already out of shape, and the eyeball of one eye was almost falling off.

"I'm stubborn." Wang Kangnian said through gritted teeth.

"It's a move, but it's just..." Tong Xueyong sighed and said.

Araki Harima took the paper offering from Tong Xueyong.

This is a bloody paper offering with a dozen large characters written on it:
Long live the red, long live the people!
The day of expelling Japanese pirates, please report to me!
"Bag duck!" Araki Harima screamed strangely, tore the bloody paper supply to pieces, and looked fiercely at Le Qiwen, who only had one healthy eyeball, and that eye was looking at him:

This man is still smiling!

Araki Harima directly took the [-]-type rifle from an agent, and stabbed Le Qiwen continuously and frantically with the bayonet.

"Down with Japan..."

Wang Kangnian looked at Le Qiwen whose stomach was stabbed to pieces and fell into a pool of blood, and let out a heavy snort from his nasal cavity. For the Red Party like Le Qiwen, whose bones were harder than the stones in the latrine, he was incomparable. The headache is extremely disgusting.

Such a person, in his hands, can only die, or to be more precise, the husband would rather die, and then die.

Tong Xueyong stood aside, looked at the dead Le Qiwen, shook his head, sighed, and remained silent.

"Mr. Tong seems to be sighing?" Araki Harima looked at Tong Xueyong with dark eyes.

"After all, I was a colleague. I tried my best to persuade him to work for the Locust Army, but it's a pity that Le Qiwen is stubborn." Tong Xueyong did not quibble, but said frankly.

"Mr. Tong is indeed loyal to the empire." Araki Harima nodded in satisfaction, and then he ordered Wang Kangnian and Tong Xueyong to bury Le Qiwen's body in the grove, and then left with his men.

The grove at night is quiet and even more gloomy.

Naturally, Wang Kangnian wouldn't dig the hole himself, he had his own men from the detective brigade to do it.

"Old boy, let them work, you rest." Wang Kangnian said.

"As a colleague, I will dig a hole myself and give him a ride." Tong Xueyong said without putting down the shovel in his hand.

"You were the one who caught him, and you were the one who buried him. There is nothing to say about this friendship." Wang Kangnian took a deep look at Tong Xueyong, then smiled, and gave Tong Xueyong a thumbs up.

"Captain, don't doubt that I've got more love for the Red Party." Tong Xueyong said with a smile.

Wang Kangnian laughed loudly, shook his head, and said nothing more.

Regarding Tong Xueyong, it is not that he has no doubts, this does not mean that he has any evidence or found any doubts, it is purely his suspicious character.

However, after secretly observing, Wang Kangnian gradually dispelled his doubts about Tong Xueyong. This guy confessed to the Red Party Nanshi Traffic Station, and even confessed to a very hidden female Red Party. Although he did not catch anyone for various reasons, but, This is not Tong Xueyong's problem, the intelligence is correct, the failure of the operation has nothing to do with Tong Xueyong.

Tong Xueyong like this has no way out.

But now, the death of Le Qiwen made Wang Kangnian no longer doubt Tong Xueyong.

Several members of the detective brigade threw Le Qiwen's body into the pit just dug. Tong Xueyong looked at Le Qiwen in the pit, lit a cigarette, took two puffs, looked complicated, and smiled at Wang Kangnian again. Laughing, he said, "The Red Party is buried here, and the military commanders are also buried. They are together underground, and we are together up here. It's a good fortune."

Wang Kangnian squinted his eyes, as if he was fascinated by the wind, and smiled slightly, "Isn't that good, you and I are walking together on the Sunshine Avenue, and these stubborn elements will be sent to hell."

The pit was quickly filled.

Tong Xueyong threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and invited Wang Kangnian, "Two cups?"

"Let's go." Wang Kangnian nodded, "You and my brother raise a glass to celebrate."

A group of people walked through the small woods. Under the night, they looked like ghosts and monsters from hell. The wind blew and the branches rustled, as if they were saying goodbye or welcoming.

……

The next day.

"What's ahead?" Fang Muheng rubbed his hands together, let out a breath, and asked.

"Three Huali ahead, there is a gun tower of the Japanese and puppet army." He Guan pointed to the front and said, "The location of this gun tower is very critical. According to this place, the entire road can be controlled. If we cross the road, it is difficult not to Spotted by the enemy in the turret."

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked to the other side, "Comrade Yu Chang, what do you think?"

Liu Bo licked his dry lips and did not answer directly. Instead, he took out the map from his body and beckoned for the 'Second Brother' and 'Third Brother' to come and have a look, "Look, here, here, here."

"As long as the gun is fired here, not only the Japanese and puppet troops in this blockhouse, but also the Japanese and puppet troops in these two places can immediately reinforce. We will be attacked on three sides."

"Comrade Yu Chang, what do you mean?" He Guan glanced at Liu Bo and asked.

Liu Bo smiled, "Third Brother" was still angry with him, and he said "Comrade Yu Chang" one by one. Although this was also required by the mission, the tone said everything:
What this kid meant was that he only knew Comrade Yu Chang, not Liu Bo.

Fang Muheng wanted to laugh in his heart. He and Liu Bo had basically reconciled, but he knew that He Guan was really angry. When he first met Liu Bo, he called He Guan "third brother" intentionally or unintentionally. Guan was so angry that he wanted to beat Liu Bo.

"We need to make a detour, from here, around the blockhouse in front of us, and then from here, through the junction of the two sides." Liu Bo said with a serious expression.

As a top student in the Japanese military academy, it can be said that there are not many people who are more familiar with the combat style and some characteristics of the Japanese army than him in this small unit of the New Fourth Army, or even in the large army.

……

Julaida Road, the entrance of a time-honored theater building.

Zhang Ping wore a cheongsam, a fur coat over it, and a small Kun bag on her arm, and got out of a rickshaw.

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