Siheyuan, don't yell at me

He Daqing called Minister Lin's office and reported the information he had collected to the other party one by one.

After listening to this, Minister Lin told He Daqing in a low voice the bad news:

"There's a traitor among our undercover agents in South Korea!"

He Daqing was shocked and couldn't help but frown.

It turned out that due to the betrayal of a traitor, South Korea's intelligence network suffered a severe blow and most of its members had been captured.

Faced with such a difficult situation, He Daqing once again took on a difficult task.

Assassinate the rebellious undercover agent and make him pay for his betrayal!

Finding the whereabouts of the imperial seal became a side task.

After all, those vague and elusive clues are far less important than actual actions.

He Daqing was already accustomed to such arrangements made by Minister Lin.

There's nothing interesting to do at the Red Star Winery anyway, so I might as well go to South Korea and try my luck.

In fact, He Daqing gradually came to like the feeling of being in a foreign country.

There, he can break free from the constraints of domestic laws and morals and enjoy a free life.

This unrestrained state made He Daqing feel extremely excited and even a little addicted.

The suggestion given by the higher-ups was to have He Daqing go through Weihai, Shandong, take a fishing boat, and quietly go ashore on the coast of South Korea under the cover of night.

He Daqing naturally accepted this and did as he was told.

You know, entering South Korea from North Korea is not an easy task.

Even if you can avoid the patrolling soldiers, the dense mines near the 38th parallel are definitely not fun.

However, He Daqing now holds a high position and his treatment is very different from the past.

For him, taking the train was no longer a torture, but a pleasure.

He enjoyed the soft sleeper compartment alone, and was served by train attendants on standby at all times, which fully demonstrated his noble status.

Lying leisurely in the soft sleeper, He Daqing smoked, made tea, read the newspaper, and also found time to talk to the beautiful female conductor about life and ideals.

This kind of life is more comfortable than staying at home.

As for the people in the other hard sleeper compartments, He Daqing simply didn't bother to pay any attention to them.

After all, he is a vice-ministerial level official, and those officials at the department and bureau level are not qualified to talk to him at all.

Three days later, late at night, He Daqing arrived at a remote fishing village.

Under the moonlight, a dilapidated old fishing boat with a sail slowly sailed towards the east and finally disappeared into the vast ocean.

This was the first time in He Daqing's life that he had taken such a boat. At first he was watching the surrounding scenery with great interest, but soon his stomach began to churn violently and a strong feeling of vomiting came over him.

Damn it! I never thought that I, He Daqing, would get seasick!

He leaned weakly against the side of the boat, enduring the discomfort in his body, and even ignored the boatman's slightly mocking look.

At this moment, the pain of seasickness was unbearable for him. He lay on the edge of the boat and kept vomiting acid water, as if he was going to vomit out even bitter gall.

Time seemed to be dragged by an invisible hand, passing by extremely slowly, as if an entire night had passed.

Finally, the dark coastline came into view, and He Daqing's tense heart finally relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked down at his watch and found that only more than three hours had passed.

Before the fishing boat approached the shore, He Daqing couldn't wait to jump into the waist-deep shallows and paddled hard towards the shore.

Not caring about the mud on his body and the salty smell of the sea water, he just lay down on the beach.

Like a fish out of water, gasping for air.

If it weren't for the fear that the diesel boat would make too much noise and easily attract attention, who would be willing to ride on this damn broken boat with sails!

After resting in the space for most of the day, He Daqing changed into a worn cotton jacket and walked towards the populated area.

Along the way, he deliberately caused trouble for a few Korean thugs and got the information he wanted from them.

It turns out that the place where he is currently is called Tai'an County.

It seemed that the two boatmen were indeed very familiar with the area and they did not deviate from the established route.

Despite changing into a tattered jacket, He Daqing still looked out of place among the Koreans.

After a winter of rest, He Daqing turned into a fat and white man again. Such a pampered fat man is rare in the whole South Korea.

Not only that, nowadays, every Korean has a small piece of paper in his hand to prove his identity, and he needs a letter of introduction issued by the village when traveling far away.

He Daqing knew very well that if he wanted to act normally in South Korea, he had to obtain a formal identity.

He Daqing did it right away. Without even a second thought, he quickly changed into the military uniform he had worn when he was an undercover agent in the U.S. Army.

This set of military uniform is not only well preserved, but even includes items such as the serial number and military badge.

From this moment on, He Daqing transformed himself into a U.S. Army sergeant - Park Duanniao.

Then, he took out a three-wheeled motorcycle from the space, stepped on the accelerator hard, and sped towards his destination.

Not long after, he saw the Korean soldiers setting up checkpoints, and the line for inspection had already formed a long queue.

He Daqing was riding a three-wheeled motorcycle, yelling at the top of his voice from a distance:

"You bunch of damn pigs, get away from me!

If anyone dares to bump into my car, even a little bit of the paint, I will make sure your whole family is killed without a burial place! "

In a society like South Korea, where there are clear hierarchies and huge class gaps, the contempt and disdain of the superiors for the inferiors are omnipresent and pervasive.

The Korean soldiers who blocked He Daqing's way were shocked when they saw the American military uniform he was wearing.

He was immediately terrified and hurriedly drove away the sticks lined up in a long queue, fearing that these poor guys would scare Mr. He Daqing.

He Daqing rode his motorcycle leisurely and slowly drove up to the Korean soldiers.

However, he didn't even bother to say a word. He just raised his hand and slapped the leading Korean soldier hard in the face.

"You pig, don't you have any vision?

When you saw me coming, didn’t you show any reaction at all?

Is it possible that this set of clothes I'm wearing is for nothing?

Do you, bastard, look down on Americans, or do you simply not take our American military seriously?

Are you a spy sent from the north?

After He Daqing finished cursing, he did not forget to rub his fingers.

Make a gesture of counting money, suggesting that the other party should show some appreciation.