Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

The middle-aged man looked at Pan Xiaoen, who nodded in understanding. The two of them walked outside. Mu Enming looked up, then quickly lowered his head, pretending to read some information. In fact, his ears were already perked up, listening to the sounds outside.

The middle-aged man whispered to Pan Xiaoen,

"Are you sure? This Mu Enming is the traitor?"

Pan Xiaoan laughed grimly.

"I deliberately leaked the number of people and the details of the mission, firstly to confuse the public, and secondly to catch the traitor. I sent him and Shang Guoping to the shore to contact Old Lu, but Old Lu suddenly changed his position. Shang Guoping is my cousin, and I brought him out single-handedly. Who do you think this traitor is?"

If Mu Enming heard the conversation between the two people, he would definitely cry out in injustice. He was indeed our undercover agent, but the news that there was a traitor in the military sub-district was definitely not spread by him. It was Dabao who made the decision after realizing that something was wrong. Now, by accident, Mu Enming's identity was exposed.

"So what should we do? Do we have sex with him tonight?"

Pan Xiaoen shook his head.

"He's still useful. Our people have already taken control of his family in his hometown. Firstly, his artillery fire is very accurate, and he will be the protagonist of the operation three days later. Secondly, we need him to spread some false information to make the Communist Party's target the Shanghai government building, thereby loosening its control over the sea."

"That means all the smokescreens have been released. The Communists must be desperately trying to figure out what's going on. They never imagined our actual target was..."

Pan Xiaoen nodded.

"The American intelligence system is truly formidable. They learned about the Russian situation a month ago. On January 8th, the Russian fleet will arrive at the Shanghai docks and organize a five-day military exercise. On the day they arrive, we will welcome them with coastal artillery.

If the Russians are caught off guard, they will definitely retaliate. You can then draw their attention to the Jiangnan Shipyard, and I can retreat."

The middle-aged man nodded.

"As soon as the time bomb is delivered, I will place it on the 8th. With this two-pronged approach, we will be done."

Pan Xiaoen said with satisfaction,

"In that case, we can let Mu Enming know about the family situation."

The middle-aged man took out a few photos from his pocket and handed them to Pan Xiaoen, who flipped through them with a smile.

"Oh, his daughter is quite pretty..."

The two of them entered the house. Mu Enming raised his head alertly. The middle-aged man had a black pistol pointed at his head. Mu Enming shouted quickly,

"Sir, what's going on? Is there some misunderstanding?"

Pan Xiaoen sat down with a smile, holding the photos and looking at them one by one.

"Brother, I have a question that I'm curious about, can you answer it for me?"

"What? What?"

"What if one side is family, and the other side is faith? When they conflict, which side do you choose?"

"Sir, I don't understand what you mean..."

Pan Xiaoen sneered,

"Old Mu, you're being so boring. Now that we've come to this, you and I should be honest. I'm not that ignorant. We each serve our own masters, and we're just tools. Why bother with such a quarrel?"

Pan Xiaoen put the photos on the table, spread out one by one. When Mu Enming saw them, cold sweat broke out immediately. He stared at the photos on the table without blinking.

Pan Xiaoen's fingers touched the photos one by one.

"Your daughter Mu Shanshan is fifteen years old this year, right? She's about to graduate from junior high school. The little girl looks pretty in her red scarf."

Mu Enming's clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and his legs began to tremble involuntarily.

"I don't know why, but I haven't been able to take a picture of your wife. There are only two possibilities. One is that your wife is dead, and the other is...? I'm afraid she's on a special mission like you."

Mu Enming raised his head and looked at the devilish man in front of him, and couldn't help asking in a hoarse voice.

"How did you find out this?"

Pan Xiaoen did not answer his question and continued.

"My health has not been very good. I heard that I was hospitalized twice this year, and your brother took care of me both times. As the eldest son in the family, you can't be both loyal and filial..."

Mu Enming asked through gritted teeth.

"Mr. Pan, what do you want?"

Pan Xiaoen smiled slightly.

"Don't worry, I'm a kind-hearted person. Of course I want your family to be reunited. We've been apart for so long, and I just want to see my son, and my daughter wants to see her father. As a superior officer, how could I not fulfill such a small wish?

"But, Lao Mu, the way and place of this meeting is up to you. Do you want your family to meet on the road to the underworld? Or do you want your family to live happily under the bright sunshine? What do you think? Is my sincerity enough? If it were someone else, would I still give you the opportunity to choose?"

Mu Enming was sweating profusely. He stared at the photo on the table. It turned out that his daughter had grown up so much and looked really like her mother. His mother had also grown old. The photo was taken very clearly, even the wrinkles on his mother's face were captured.

His hands trembled violently, and he suddenly looked up at Pan Xiaoen and shouted in a hoarse voice,

"what can I do?"

There was no nonsense like in the movies, like ensuring the safety of my daughter and my mother, etc. Mu Enming got straight to the point.

Pan Xiaoen walked up to him, pushed the gun away from the middle-aged man's hand, put his arm around Mu Enming's shoulders, and whispered in his ear.

"It's simple. I need you to leave a message for your superiors. Just say that you are waiting for a time bomb to go off. It will blow up the entire Shanghai Municipal Government Building at 9:30 AM three days from now. That's all."

Mu Enming said in surprise.

"Is your target really the Jiangnan Shipyard?"

Pan Xiaoen smiled, looking like a fox.

"You are wrong. This is not your goal, but our goal."

Mu Enming lowered his head dejectedly, his eyes suddenly turning red...

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The Shanghai Naval Base is under the jurisdiction of the Yungang Water Police District and the Shanghai Water Police District, and is responsible for the defense of the East China Sea. The entire base has more than 20 combat ships, but most of them were received from the defeated army.

The troops stationed at Jigujiao were from the 3rd Battalion of a certain regiment of the Marine Police District. This battalion was responsible for guarding the three coastal artillery batteries.

Pan Xiaoen and the middle-aged man passed by the camp gate one after the other. They pretended to be indifferent and observed the location of the barracks and the defense situation.

When they were alone, they gathered together.

Pan Xiaoen said in a low voice.

"The photos taken by the U2 reconnaissance plane at high altitude are too blurry, and your location at the Jiangnan Shipyard is too far away. I think we should go in according to the original plan..."