Dreaming back to 1949, the great powers were there to deceive us

Hu Zhenhua opened his eyes and had a headache!

Fortunately, it’s my own home.

Originally, he didn't want to drink too much. If he got drunk in his enemy's house, his life would be in danger.

But there are so many people, even if you only take a little bit, it will gather together to form a large number.

Old Hu didn't even know how he got back.

I vaguely remember that almost everyone seemed to have fallen.

Wang Cuicui heard the noise in the bedroom and pushed the door open, holding a copper basin filled with warm water.

"The gentleman is awake."

The title of "Mr." felt strange to Lao Hu. He sat up, took the hot towel handed to him by Wang Cuicui, and covered his face with it.

A warm feeling spread across my cheeks.

Comfortable!

After a moment, he got out of bed and began to get dressed.

Both he and Wang Cuicui only had two sets of clothes in total.

If it rains continuously, there won’t even be anything to change into.

As Hu Zhenhua was getting dressed, he asked, "Were you the one who helped me change my clothes yesterday?"

Wang Cuicui's pretty face turned red and she made a mosquito-like "hmm" sound.

Old Hu's heart was moved. He couldn't help but hug Wang Cuicui. The fragrance of her body filled his nose, making him distracted and his hands began to become dishonest.

Of course, his mouth was not idle either, and he was biting Wang Cuicui.

Wang Cuicui was completely limp, breathing rapidly, and was unable to control herself.

Although Lao Hu's soul is from his previous life, his body's muscle memory can still control Hu Zhenhua.

So, judging from his actions, he is definitely an experienced driver.

The old driver's big hand kept moving around. He was no longer satisfied with this and began to explore inside.

At this time, Wang Cuicui seemed to have no bones and began to change from being passive to accommodating.

The old driver was about to take a step further when suddenly Wang Cuicui screamed, "Ah!"

Hu Zhenhua woke up from his confusion and looked down. Wang Cuicui's face was pale.

The old driver quickly took his claws away.

The posture at this time made the old driver very uncomfortable.

But he still stopped and comforted Wang Cuicui: "Cuicui, I'm sorry!"

This apology is for that shameful night.

The experience that night left Wang Cuicui with painful memories.

Wang Cuicui picked up the quilt, wrapped herself tightly, and curled up in a corner.

Hu Zhenhua tidied his clothes and sat on the edge of the bed, not knowing what to say.

Heartache! Regret!

After a moment of silence, he moved and held Wang Cuicui in his arms, holding her tightly.

A few minutes later, Wang Cuicui stopped trembling, lay in Hu Zhenhua's arms, and closed her eyes.

Just like that, after an unknown amount of time, the two of them fell into a deep sleep one after another.

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Let’s go back to the early morning of April 7th.

U.S. Ambassador to China Stuart sent an urgent note to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Republic of China, expressing serious concern about the negotiations between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party.

As early as the early morning, Jimla got on a special car and sped all the way to Jinling.

He wants to meet with Director Wang.

As the sky in the east was just beginning to brighten, Jimla appeared at the gate of the Secret Service.

Under the guidance of the guide, the Cadillac drove in and stopped next to a small white building.

Jimla pushed open the car door and quickly entered the small building. There was an unconcealable fatigue on his face.

Director Wang was already waiting at the office door.

After a brief greeting, the two walked directly into the office. Only then did Jimla realize that Director Wang was wearing a pair of wool slippers.

I glanced at the watch on my left wrist and saw it was only a quarter past six.

Jimla put down his briefcase and took out a photo.

"We suspect this person is a polar bear spy. Please assist us in catching him."

The photo shows a newlywed couple, looking very happy.

It was Hu Zhenhua and Wang Cuicui.

Last night, Jimla wanted to look for clues at the banquet, but found nothing. As a last resort, he decided to talk directly to Director Wang.

Director Wang shook his head. Americans are always like this! Straightforward.

You know, in the East, you should exchange pleasantries before talking about business!

He picked up the photo, looked at it carefully, and frowned: "Who is he?"

"He was an agent of your bureau before, but has been fired."

Director Wang looked a little unhappy: "Once you enter the Security Bureau, the first requirement is to strictly maintain confidentiality. Even if he has been fired, there is no exception!"

In fact, last night, Jimla had sent out several agents to capture Hu Zhenhua, but none of them came back.

No one can be seen in life, no corpse in death.

This matter was naturally the work of Director Wang, and Director Ye was responsible for the specific implementation.

Director Wang originally had some doubts about Hu Zhenhua's identity, but he didn't expect that guy to be so heartless and drunk. If he hadn't taken action himself, Hu's grave would have been covered with grass.

Jimla pondered for a moment and spoke again: "We are not interested in your bureau's secrets."

Director Wang laughed and did not comment.

Jimla clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, saying, "If your bureau is willing to assist, we are willing to provide one million yuan in funding."

Director Wang shook his head: "Mr. Jimla, this is not a matter of money, but involves two important issues."

"Which two?"

"First, this person is Chinese, and you have no law enforcement authority. Second, if I agree to your arrest of the former SEC agent, how will the tens of thousands of men in the bureau look upon me? They'll think: If Director Wang can sell one, he can sell another. How will Wang continue to assist the Director in leading these tens of thousands of men in the bureau? How will he even have the nerve to stay in the SEC?"

"Mr. Jimla, I'm sorry."

If the other party refuses to cooperate, it means the price is not enough.

Jimla knocked on the table: "Five million yuan!"

Director Wang was already feeling very uncomfortable.

In the photo, you bought information from that kid Hu Zhenhua and asked for 20 million. When you got to the Bureau of Secrets, it was understandable that you first offered 1 million to knock on the door, but after some arguments, you increased it to 5 million!

Who are you looking down on?

"Eight million!"

Director Wang slammed the table and shouted, "Show him off!"

Treat this as a vegetable market and bargain as you like.

Jimla stared at Director Wang and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Director, you keep making excuses. Could it be that the Secret Service is also related to the polar bear spy?"

Director Wang was furious, spitting everywhere: "Bullshit! If I want to arrest your agents, do you agree? Also, our country may be poor, but we can't be insulted with money!"

Jimla originally thought that the Secret Service was involved in this matter, but after listening to Director Wang's words, he began to waver.

"Wang, I apologize for what I said just now. Capturing the polar bear spy will benefit both of us."

Seeing Jimla give in, Director Wang felt a little proud inside: "Dealing with the CCP is already a headache for us. Our bureau doesn't want to provoke the polar bear again."

Jimla keenly grasped the key point and gained confidence: "How can you be sure that there is no polar bear behind the CCP?"

"That's undeniable, but we don't care."

Director Wang's words choked Jimla so much that he didn't know how to start again for a moment.

After a brief thought, Jimla decided to change his mindset. "Wang, if your bureau has any intelligence on polar bear nuclear research, we're willing to buy it. The price will definitely satisfy you."

"The main direction of our intelligence is domestic!"

If we say there is no such thing, wouldn’t it make the Secret Service seem incompetent? If we say there is?

Really not!

You can't just talk nonsense like Hu Zhenhua.

"Have you heard about the size of my nuclear arsenal?"

Director Wang shook his head.

Jimla had found nothing so far and was beginning to get anxious. After calming himself down, he spoke again, "Wang, if your bureau arrests him, how about we conduct a joint trial?"

Director Wang found it difficult to refuse this proposal.

"What evidence do you have?"

Seeing Jimla remained silent, Director Wang laughed inwardly.

What evidence can there be for the kid's fabricated stuff?

"Since there is no evidence, I regret that I cannot cooperate."

Jimla was quite helpless and his fear of Lao Hu increased a little more.

An agent who can leave no trace must be an excellent agent.

"Wang, can we see this person's file at your bureau?"

Director Wang picked up the phone and dialed a number: "Ask Director Gu from the archives department to come over."

Soon, a man in his fifties arrived.

"Director Gu, go check this person's file."

As he spoke, Director Wang handed over a photo.

Director Gu asked, "What's this person's name, and where does he work?"

Director Wang looked at Jimla.

"He's from the Operations Department of the Magic City Station, his name is Hu Zhenhua!"

Director Gu left and returned soon.

"This person is only a peripheral member of our bureau. According to regulations, his file is kept by his station!"

Director Wang immediately took out his phone, dialed the number of the Magic City Station, and gave some instructions.

Before leaving, Jimla made one last attempt: "King, our two countries are allies. I hope you can reconsider."

"If your country can provide 2 million US dollars in aid, I will definitely persuade the Director to sign a special order to assist your country in capturing this person!"

Jim pulled away.

What a joke, it's just an arrest. If Hu Zhenhua doesn't speak, there's no point in arresting him.

At the Modu Station, Jimla received an answer that was hard for him to accept: the personnel files in the station had long been transported to the south, and it would take some time to find them. A conservative estimate would be at least a month.

At the same time, a plane was landing in the capital of the polar bear. The leading officer was holding a briefcase tightly, which contained a top-secret document: Hu Zhenhua's handwritten warning.