Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Dabao started to search for the time bomb with several people from the bomb disposal team. They said that if one person hid something, a hundred people would not be able to find it.

But what made Dabao miserable was that he had clearly found the hidden bomb under the cover of his consciousness, but he still had to pretend and search bit by bit. It was a job that should have taken ten minutes, but it took more than an hour.

Dabao sighed secretly, this is not easy to act...

At eight o'clock in the morning, Dabao came out from a pile of motor parts, looked back at the five-meter-high motor, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the time bomb was set to last only 24 hours, so Feng Jichang had the opportunity to put only one bomb into the motor. Otherwise, it would be too late to dismantle the motor.

A soldier from the bomb disposal team handed his coat to Dabao. They were full of admiration for him. He had found all eight time bombs like a treasure hunt.

"Commander, do you think this enemy agent is a fool? He can't even connect the line, yet he still wants to set a time bomb?"

Dabao couldn't help laughing. Of these eight bombs, six had the red and blue wires connected in reverse. Not to mention exploding at nine o'clock, they wouldn't explode even after ninety hours.

Only two are normal, but if this explodes, the loss will not be small.

Dabao guessed that the bomb wasn't made by Feng Jichang, but rather a semi-finished product brought over by enemy agents. Feng Jichang thought he could fix a small time bomb, thinking he could fix an electric motor. But he ended up not installing the Big Tail Wolf correctly and even connected the wires incorrectly.

At this time, a soldier came running over like crazy, shouting: "Party leader, Qin leader, Yu leader is calling, hurry up, answer the phone..."

Dabao rushed out like an arrow, followed closely by Dang Jianjun. However, when he just reached the door of the office building, Dabao was already in the factory director's office answering the phone. There was no way, the difference in their physical fitness was too big.

"Team Leader Yu, I'm Qin Dabao."

Yu Chengmin's hurried voice came from the phone: "Da, Dabao, Feng Zhe is dead. The time bomb is a cover, only part of the plan. The main purpose of Laojun Mountain is to blow up the People's Congress Hall and massacre the representatives attending the meeting..."

"What?" Dabao's head was about to explode: "When?"

"Feng Zhe said that Laojun Mountain dispatched two vehicles from the power plant to pick up twelve enemy spies. One vehicle was loaded with people, and the other was loaded with explosives. These people were all desperate criminals, they were crazy..."

Dabao turned around and yelled at Chu Wenjun: "Who moved your car?"

Chu Wenjun was stunned. He turned around and looked at Jiang Jin. Jiang Jin had been up all night, and his eyes were red. He quickly said, "Team leader Zhao Daqiang!"

Dabao pulled Jiang Jin over and put the phone in his hand: "Call the fleet and see if they've sent any cars out of the factory since last night."

"Okay." Jiang Jin didn't dare to neglect it. With a sad face, he picked up the phone and dialed. When the call was connected, he asked a few questions, then turned back to Dabao and said, "From last night until now, only two vehicles have been sent out. One is a passenger bus to pick up workers, and the other is a truck. The passenger bus license plate is 3112, and the truck is 5778. The drivers are Zhao Daqiang and his apprentice Li Ming."

Dabao gritted his teeth and asked, "When did you leave?"

"Ten, fifteen minutes ago!"

Dabao pointed at Chu Wenjun and Liu Wenzhu and yelled: "You are all sinners! Sinners of the country!" Then he rushed out like the wind.

Chu Wenjun and Liu Wenzhu knew something was wrong. The country had entrusted them with such an important factory and project, but they were only concerned with production tasks and ignored the political struggle.

If it weren't for their laxity, there wouldn't be so many enemy agents lurking in the Western Suburbs Power Plant.

Wang Yuhe, as the deputy factory director, had worked with them for so many years. As an old underground worker and a veteran soldier, he was completely unaware of an enemy spy. This in itself was a dereliction of duty.

Chu Wenjun sat down on the chair dejectedly, unable to speak.

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Dabao passed by Dang Jianjun. He did not take the stairs, but jumped down one floor at a time.

Dang Jianjun hurriedly shouted: "What happened?" But before he could finish his words, Dabao had already jumped onto the motorcycle.

Dabao's actions were fast, and Xue Kui was not slow either. His actions were always faster than his brain. When Dabao started the motorcycle, Xue Kui had already rushed into the sidecar.

Dabao glanced at him, and Xue Kui glared at him: "Don't even think about leaving me!"

Dabao didn't have time to talk to him. He twisted the accelerator and the motorcycle flew out like an arrow, frightening Xue Kui to death. He opened his mouth and screamed into the wind: "Ah... I was wrong, Master. I won't go with you. Let me go. Ah... Slow down... My hat, my hat... flew away..."

Dabao was so anxious that he didn't hear his shouts...

Today is May Day, International Labor Day, a festival for working people. Thousands of people gathered in the square.

People walked along East Chang'an Avenue, beating waist drums, dancing the yangge, and holding high portraits of great men.

The square was a sea of ​​red, filled with celebrating people, and everyone's face was filled with joyful smiles.

But no one expected that danger was approaching step by step. A bus loaded with explosives was followed by a truck with twelve heavily armed desperadoes squatting on the truck. Their last mission in life was to kill, to kill without any scruples, and to kill as many as possible...

There were still more than a hundred meters to go before turning onto East Chang'an Avenue. The bus and the truck had pulled away from each other. The bus was loaded with explosives. The driver was Li Ming, Zhao Daqiang's apprentice. This time, he was going to drive the car loaded with explosives into the People's Congress Hall and detonate it.

Li Ming was just trying to die. This was called a human bomb in later generations. It was a terrorist attack.

The bus was not going very fast. Li Ming was afraid that if he drove too fast he would be stopped by the traffic police and miss something important. He lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth. He touched the explosives piled around him with his hands wearing white line gloves and smoothed the detonator wire. This cigarette was used to light the detonator.

There were still a hundred meters to go before they reached Chang'an Avenue, where there were crowds of people marching. Even if they were stopped, they could still kill countless people. Li Ming had a ferocious smile on his face...

Dabao rode his motorcycle like flying. There was only one road from the West Suburb Power Plant to East Chang'an Avenue, so he didn't worry about taking the wrong road.

I could see East Chang'an Avenue from a distance, and could faintly hear the sounds of gongs, drums, and cheers.

Dabao's heart seemed to be on fire, and he just kept accelerating. The motorcycle was smoking, and the throttle was already turned to the limit.

Finally I saw the truck with the license plate number 5778. There was no one in the truck. They were all squatting. From the bottom, it looked like an empty truck.

Dabao ignored it. Even if he wanted to fight, he would start from the one in front. Otherwise, if he was bitten by this car, the one in front would run away.

It was getting closer and closer, and Dabao finally regained consciousness. He immediately saw more than a dozen men sitting in the truck compartment. They were all wearing iron-gray work clothes, gray hats, and their faces were covered with white cloth, revealing only a pair of eyes.

These men were all carrying American M1 carbines, which were single-shot, self-loading, fed by 15-round magazines, and fired specially developed 7.62mm caliber bullets.

Dabao couldn't help but curse: "Fuck!" As long as these people rushed into the square, with such firepower, even if there were more police officers in the square, they would not be able to defeat them. By then, there would be a river of blood and heavy casualties.

Dabao was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze. His love for the country in his two lifetimes combined is believed to be no less than that of any old revolutionary.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it! Let's fight! No matter what, we can't let these two cars and these people get on Chang'an Avenue.

Dabao passed the truck and saw the bus in front of him. At this time, the right side of the bus was a blind spot. Li Ming was also very nervous and did not notice the sidecar motorcycle coming up from the right...