Spy Wars: I have space, but I choose to work alone

But after reading this line of words, Deputy Director Zhang's face, which had been dark for a while, suddenly turned red as if by magic, and he looked as if he had won the lottery, and his whole body was shaking slightly.

Everyone in the telecommunications room looked at the well-known "unlucky guy" and "disaster star" with surprise, but Deputy Director Zhang didn't care at all. He rushed into the military command room with the telegram paper.

"Political Commissar, where is Minister Gao? I have an urgent matter to report!" Deputy Director Zhang shouted as he entered the room.

A staff officer on duty looked at the unfortunate fellow at the base and said sarcastically:

"Does your Political Review Department have any urgent information? The Political Commissar and his men are eating in the lounge right now. If you have anything to say, wait until they finish eating."

Deputy Director Zhang didn't care either. He just chuckled, looked at the young duty officer who looked down on others, and without saying a word, he took the telegram and rushed to the combat readiness lounge next to him.

It is called a lounge and sounds like a product of the privileged class, but in fact it is just a small room next to the lobby which serves as the headquarters. There are several camp beds and a set of chairs in the room, which is used to provide a quiet temporary rest for commanders when they are tired during combat.

"Political Commissar, Minister Gao, the Deputy Political Commissar called back from the Northwest Headquarters!"

Deputy Director Zhang pushed the door open and shouted excitedly.

Two middle-aged men in grizzled military uniforms raised their heads from their respective bowls, their mouths stained with oil.

Minister Gao, who was in charge of the Enemy Work Department, immediately stood up and took the telegram from Deputy Director Zhang.

While Deputy Director Zhang was excited, he quietly stood on tiptoe to look into Deputy Minister Gao's bowl.

There was only a half-eaten piece of meat, half a bowl of brown rice, and some pickled cabbage in the bowl, just like the other soldiers in the machine army department.

Not seeing the scene he wanted to see, Deputy Director Zhang curled his lips in disgust.

As for Minister Gao, after reading the telegram, his heart skipped a beat and his hands and feet began to go weak unconsciously.

This was the code word they agreed upon with the deputy political commissar who went to the Northwest to report on work. This showed that according to the detailed reconciliation between the deputy political commissar and the Northwest headquarters, no special envoy from the Central Committee was sent to Shanghai at all.

This was a big deal. In order to collect tung oil and pig bristles, Wang Xingyun's team traveled to almost all the bases and got to know the military and political leaders of all the bases.

In other words, the entire base now has no secrets for Wang Xingyue.

Soon the military imposed an emergency curfew, and all radio stations were only allowed to receive but not send, and all entrances and exits in and out of the base were closed.

In the military command room, more than a dozen heads of various departments gathered together.

Deputy Director Zhang was allowed to attend the meeting as he had participated in Wang Xingyun's review and knew the most about the matter.

This was also the first time for Deputy Director Zhang to participate in such a high-level meeting, and he was extremely excited.

"What should we do now? The central government has verified that the special envoy that Wang Xingyue mentioned was not sent to Shanghai at all. This special envoy is very likely a member of the Japanese army." Minister Gao was the first to explain the situation.

"Is it possible that there was a mistake? Was this telegram sent to the wrong person?" asked a senior leader.

"impossible!"

Before Minister Gao could speak, Deputy Director Zhang, who was sitting on a small bench behind the many bigwigs, spoke first.

Many bigwigs looked at this ignorant "unlucky guy" in the base with dissatisfaction.

Under the gaze of so many bigwigs, Deputy Director Zhang realized that he was too impatient and sat down awkwardly.

Minister Gao then took over the conversation and explained:

"We used code words to verify the message as soon as we received it, but the reply from the Northwest Headquarters was consistent."

"Is it possible that they were secretly sent out from other central departments? I know that the intelligence departments don't record or keep files for many things." A senior leader who had done underground work asked back.

"That won't happen. The person the deputy political commissar reports to is Mr. Wu, who is in charge of all intelligence work. No one would hide this from Mr. Wu." Minister Gao also rejected this possibility.

Now no one spoke anymore, and everyone just lowered their heads and smoked fiercely.

Anyone who has eaten pork at noon bought with money provided by the special envoy can still taste the delicious meat in his mouth.

Now, if someone suddenly tells you that this special envoy who brought huge benefits to the base is a Japanese spy, no one can turn around immediately.

Seeing that no one spoke, the political commissar spoke.

"Now the facts are what they are, let's discuss how to deal with this matter!"

A senior leader in charge of logistics could not help but be the first to speak up for the special envoy because the line had been opened, making logistics work much easier.

"I think even if this person is not a special commissioner of the Central Committee, he cannot be a spy for the Japanese army. How can he be a spy like this? Isn't this clearly aiding the enemy? I can't understand it."

Someone took the lead, and other bigwigs also began to nod slightly, expressing their opinions clearly like the leaders of logistics. However, if they did not refute, it meant they agreed, and the atmosphere of the meeting seemed to have gone astray.

This made Deputy Director Zhang very anxious, but due to previous lessons, he did not dare to interrupt without permission and could only raise his hand high.

Just when Deputy Director Zhang was about to interrupt directly, the Political Commissar, who had been silently observing everyone's reactions, seemed to have just noticed Deputy Director Zhang.

"Oh! Does Deputy Director Zhang, an expert who has studied abroad, have anything to say?"

Seeing that the political commissar had finally pointed out his name, Deputy Director Zhang immediately stood up and analyzed righteously:

"I know that the comrades in the base area have been temporarily deceived by Wang Xingyun and his men's sugar-coated bullets, but the existing evidence shows that Wang Xingyue was indeed captured by the Japanese army. This has been repeatedly confirmed by insiders."

"According to Wang Xingyun's fabricated confession, he was rescued by a special commissioner from the Central Committee before returning to the base. Now that the special commissioner from the Central Committee has been proven to be a fake, I am almost certain that Wang Xingyun shamelessly betrayed and joined forces with the Japanese army to set this trap."

The logistics leader snorted coldly and retorted:

"So according to Deputy Director Zhang, the Japanese army gave us no less than one million dollars for Wang Xingyue, as well as so many guns, ammunition, and medicine? Did the Japanese army show kindness?"

Deputy Director Zhang was so smart that he naturally figured out the reason. He gently adjusted his glasses and analyzed confidently:

"First of all, the Japanese didn't give us the money for free. We exchanged it for a lot of tung oil, tungsten ore, pig bristles and other scarce strategic materials. Secondly, according to the report of Wang Xingyun and others, they were not checked by the Japanese checkpoints when they entered the city, and they were allowed to pass through on their own initiative. They were never troubled by the Japanese army, and we were still able to live a comfortable life in the company."

"Have you not reacted yet? To be treated like this by the Japanese, these supplies must have been put into the Japanese arsenal, causing bullets and shells to hit us, instead of being sold to some Hans merchant as Wang Xingyun reported."

"This is a trap set by the enemy to collect strategic materials and corrupt us! We are foolishly trying to get a little bit of profit and happily collecting strategic materials for the Japanese army."

"Comrades! What is this? This is aiding the enemy, collaborating with the enemy. This is a question of stance and principle. There is no room for error. If you take a wrong step, you will be doomed! Don't be blinded by this little bit of sugar-coated bullet in front of you!"

After saying this, Deputy Director Zhang looked at the logistics leader who spoke for Ma Liang with a scrutinizing gaze.