Siheyuan, don't yell at me

Feeling the commander's nervousness, He Daqing was also affected.

He said nothing, just nodded slightly.

The commander patted his forehead with his hand and wiped the cold sweat from his head.

With a frown on his face, he walked back and forth in the conference room several times.

He looked at He Daqing with a serious expression.

"He Daqing, this is a serious matter, you must answer me clearly.

Who is involved in this matter, and who knows about it?"

He Daqing didn't dare to put on airs. He carefully recalled the whole process and then became confident again.

“To be honest, I’m the only participant.

I did it on my own initiative. My original mission was to gather intelligence on nuclear weapons.

By chance, he ran into Dean Paul who was alone, and thought this was an opportunity, so he took action.

No one in the Soviet Union should know that I did it.

Dean Paul had no contact with anyone during the entire process.

I came here illegally from Kazakhstan and then arrived at our soldier’s duty room.”

The commander heaved a sigh of relief, his expression slightly relieved, and even a hint of joy appeared on his face.

He is worthy of being a first-class combat hero and a special meritorious contributor. Although what he did was a little unconventional, the process was quite reliable.

It’s exciting to think that if we could develop our own atomic bomb through Dean Paul, China would be able to do so.

The commander patted He Daqing on the shoulder and pointed at the stool.

"Sit down, sit down and talk, tell me in detail.

Xiao Zhang, go make three cups of tea, remember to use the good tea leaves in my cupboard..."

Sijiucheng, Ministry of State Security, Minister’s Office.

A middle-aged man who was a bit thin and had a dark complexion was looking through some documents.

The operator rushed in.

"Minister Lin, it's a call from the Xingjiang Corps. The commander called personally."

Minister Lin put down the documents in his hand and stood up immediately.

"Well, I'll go there now."

Without any delay, he walked quickly towards the telegraph room.

At this time, telephone lines and telegraph lines used the same line.

The call from the commander himself was of great importance, so Minister Lin had to be cautious.

Moreover, Xingjiang Province is such a sensitive place, and the feudal remnants there have never been quiet.

Coupled with religious and other reasons, things happen from time to time.

Minister Lin picked up the phone.

"Hello, I'm Lin..."

Before he could say his full name, a voice came from the other side.

"Lao Lin, it's me, Lao Wu.

Is there a cadre named He Daqing in your Foreign Affairs Bureau?"

“He Daqing, this name sounds familiar, I’ve heard of it before.

I’m not sure exactly, what happened to him?”

"What's wrong?

He is here with me now, guess what happened to him?"

“Did he make a mistake?

Would you please trouble Commander Wu to call me personally?"

"is not that right?

He poked a big hole in the sky."

"Old Wu, what's going on?

If you want to vent your anger, Old Wu, just do whatever you want, but don’t hurt the person.”

"Hey, hey, you're already protecting your kid?

Did you know about the commotion in the Soviet Union a few days ago?

"Um?

You don't mean to say that this has anything to do with He Daqing, do you?

Are you kidding me?

"Lao Lin, do you want He Daqing to tell you in person what happened?

Come on, He Daqing, tell your minister in person..."

He Daqing was not nervous and picked up the phone.

"Hello, it's me, it's me, He Daqing.

It's not a big deal, just about Paul.

He is with me now...

I invite Vice President Paul to visit my home..."

Minister Lin staggered and lost his balance, and the phone in his hand fell onto the table.

As the Minister of Security, how could he not know about Paul?

The Soviet Union was going crazy and arrested all the people from the American and British embassies.

He even threatened to make Americans eat hydrogen bombs.

The Americans have atomic bombs, and the Soviet Union still has some concerns, but China does not have that thing to check and balance the Soviet Union.

The key point is that the Soviet Union and China are now good brothers, close comrades and comrades-in-arms.

Such a sudden stab in the back would make us more hated than the United States.

This is more than just poking a hole in the sky.

If the Soviet Union knew about this, China would be the one to suffer the hydrogen bomb.

Is the Foreign Affairs Bureau crazy? Who gave them the courage? Who gave them the right to do such a thing?

After a while, Minister Lin took a deep breath and picked up the phone again...

The commander personally brought He Daqing and Paul to a simple airport.

In the center of the airport, there was a propeller transport plane parked.

After the phone call just now, the commander seemed to be in a good mood.

Now there’s one more person, and I almost had a heart attack. How can I not be in a good mood?

Alone Better Together.

The commander even had the leisure to introduce the aircraft models to He Daqing.

"He Daqing, this is a transport plane independently researched and designed by our country, the Zhongyun-2.

The maximum range is 2000 kilometers, which is almost enough to fly directly to Beijing.

Alas, it is a pity that this aircraft has been discontinued. The two 9-cylinder air-conditioned engines on the aircraft are American engines..."

As the engine roared and the propeller turned rapidly, the plane soared into the sky.

There were only nine people on the entire plane, including passengers and three navigators, and its carrying capacity was not even as much as that of a van in later generations.

Paul even wanted to laugh. He didn't expect that he could ride on such a primitive propeller plane.

He pushed He Daqing with his hand and said:

“White, are we flying to Pakistan now?

The officer you know is quite powerful, and the entire base seems to listen to him."

He Daqing took out a cigarette and distributed it to the people on the plane, then lit one.

After taking several puffs, he finally had time to deal with Paul.

"Aren't you talking nonsense?

The power of America is beyond your imagination.

Now the plan has changed and we will fly to Sijiu City.

Pilot, open the window a little, let's get some fresh air..."

9 big chimneys smoking on the plane.

Black smoke was floating out of the window, and it looked like an accident had occurred.

These days, smoking on an airplane is just basic practice.

Paul frowned, looking aggrieved.

"Whitey, why did you change your plans again?"

He Daqing gave Paul a blank look, and his eyes stopped Paul from continuing to talk too much.

"Fuck it, I can go wherever I want and do whatever I want.

Do I need you to teach me a lesson?

Do you believe that I will keep you in China and let you undergo real socialist transformation? "

Seeing that He Daqing was angry, Paul stopped talking.

But his arrogant expression clearly showed that he did not believe what He Daqing said.

What a joke, leaving me in China? Will the Americans agree?

You are a yellow monkey, who gave you the courage?

Humph, when you get to America, I’ll see how Uncle Paul will deal with you.