Chapter 35 Brother Fan…
Zhou Hongsu did not light the kerosene lamp again.
Several comrades picked up two quilts and covered themselves with them. They lay on the ground and turned on their flashlights.
Zhou Hongsu didn’t read the newspaper first, he looked at the photos first.
Looking at the photo, Zhou Hongsu's expression changed, and a huge feeling of sadness came over him.
is Lao Liao.
He remembered this old anti-league comrade from the Northeast. Except for him, his whole family died on the battlefield against the Japanese invaders.
The organization arranged for Lao Liao to come to Shanghai to treat his injuries, and it was Zhou Hongsu who was responsible for connecting him to the organization.
Since then, the two have never met each other again, and they heard the news again that Lao Liao had died.
Enduring his grief, Zhou Hongsu picked up the newspaper and read it carefully. After a while, his face changed.
…
after an hour.
In a beautiful garden apartment on Masinan Road.
"Old Zhou, you are violating organizational discipline." Peng Yuou criticized with a serious expression.
Today is not a day for meetings. According to organizational discipline, Zhou Hongsu should not be here.
"Old Liao died." Zhou Hongsu didn't explain anything, he just took out the photo.
At that time, it was Peng Yuou who arranged for him to take Lao Liao back.
Peng Yu'ou is the leader of the municipal party committee. He personally paid attention to and arranged for Lao Liao's treatment. Now that something happened to Lao Liao, Zhou Hongsu felt the need to report to Peng Yu'ou immediately.
Sure enough, Peng Yuou no longer criticized him for violating discipline, but his expression changed and he was very shocked, "Comrade Liao, how did he die?"
Zhou Hongsu made a detailed report on what he could learn about the situation.
Peng and Ou are sad and angry.
Lao Liao did not die on the front line fighting the Japanese invaders in Baishan Heishui, but he died in the hands of Kuomintang agents.
This is so sad and yet so infuriating.
…
"According to my judgment, Lao Liao should have been preparing to join forces with our comrades at that time." Zhou Hongsu expressed his speculation.
“Comrade Lao Liao chose to sacrifice himself to save his comrades.” Peng and Ou sighed.
Zhou Hongsu knew clearly that for Lao Liao to sacrifice himself so decisively, the comrade he wanted to protect must be very important.
“Lao Peng, did Lao Liao have been active in the French Concession before his death?”
“What do you want to ask?”
"Lao Peng, Comrade Luo Yannian..." Zhou Hongsu asked immediately as he thought of what he had been doubting.
“Lao Zhou, organize discipline!” Peng Yuou said in a deep voice.
Last month, the Political Division of the French Concession Patrol Office planned to secretly arrest Comrade Luo Yannian, an important leader of the Municipal Party Committee. The organization received warning information half an hour in advance, and Comrade Luo Yannian had a narrow escape.
Not just this incident, the organization had obtained important information about the French Concession several times before this.
Zhou Hongsu has always been confused. He is responsible for the intelligence work in the French Concession, but he knows nothing about this information.
Hence, he speculated that there must be other sources of intelligence in the organization that he did not have.
"Lao Peng, of course I know organizational discipline." Zhou Hongsu thought for a moment and said, "Lao Liao died. What we have to do now is to investigate the reason why Lao Liao died and whether this line is still safe."
“If this line of information is reliable, I request that this intelligence line be transferred to my hands.”
He was in charge of the intelligence work in the French Concession and felt that his request was reasonable.
…
Peng and Ou shook their heads.
“Lao Peng.” Zhou Hongsu said eagerly.
"Okay, Lao Zhou, it's impossible to hand over this line to you. This is organizational discipline." Peng Yuou said flatly.
Zhou Hongsu could only sigh helplessly when he saw this. He did not insist any longer.
Peng Yuou emphasized organizational discipline many times today, which shows that the line behind Comrade Liao is very important and special, and he must obey organizational decisions.
It's not that he didn't want to transfer the intelligence line behind Lao Liao to Zhou Hongsu. The problem was that this intelligence line was not in his hands at all.
This intelligence line belongs directly to the Second Section of the Central Special Branch.
Central Special Technology entrusted Shanghai Special Technology to manage it.
Shanghai Special Branch and the Shanghai local party organization are two separate lines.
After the death of comrade "Zhulin" of Shanghai Teke.
Peng and Ou temporarily obtained the right to receive intelligence from this intelligence line through the arrangement made by Comrade "Zhulin" during his lifetime.
However, Peng and Ou only knew Lao Liao and knew nothing about Lao Liao's online presence.
He doesn’t even know what the other party’s code name is.
All connections are with Lao Liao.
Lao Liao died, and this line was broken.
For Peng Yuou, he even had to keep the fact that this line was not in his own hands strictly confidential and could not even mention it to Zhou Hongsu.
This is iron discipline, forged by **** lessons.
…
“Lao Peng, please read this newspaper again.”
"Tomorrow's "Declaration"?" Peng Yuou picked up the newspaper and could still smell the strong smell of ink. He glanced at the date.
"Yes, the comrade from "Declaration" sent it more than an hour ago."
sigh! The anti-Japanese heroes were trapped and their relatives were hurt and their enemies were happy. Why did this happen! 》
The title of "Shen Shen" immediately caught Peng Yuou's attention, and he finished reading it quickly.
“Despicable and shameless!” Peng Yuou slapped the table hard, “It hurts those who are close and quick to those who are enemies, that’s right!”
“Lao Peng, we must seize the time to rescue this comrade.” Zhou Hongsu said emotionally.
"I know." Peng and Ou nodded, "We must save him, but there are a few things we need to be clear about."
"You said it." Zhou Hongsu nodded. Although he was anxious, he also understood that underground work must be done very carefully and there is no rush.
“First point, the identity and background of this comrade must be confirmed as much as possible. We cannot just say what is said in the newspaper.”
“Yes, there are many exiled students at National Tongji University, and they should know something about the situation.”
"Second point." Peng and Ou were pacing, "Even if they are not our comrades, as long as they are anti-Japanese patriots, we must try our best to rescue them."
“Of course.”
“The third point is that the comrades in Shenbao should contact this journalist friend again to learn as much detail as possible.”
“I’ll make the arrangements.” Zhou Hongsu nodded and said.
“Fourth point, I will arrange a meeting with Barrister Song Liu as soon as possible, hire her as a lawyer, ask for a prison visit, have direct contact with Mr. Zhu Yuan, and defend him.”
"The fifth point is that the arrest on Father Kim Road, the arrest of the reporter friend from "The Declaration", and the shooting incident on Appel Road all happened on the same day. We need to find out whether there is any connection between them. Contact, is it a signal for a new round of manhunt?" Peng and Ou paused, "The identities of the two people who escaped on Abel Road should be as clear as possible. They are probably our comrades."
"The sixth point." Peng Yuou looked sad, "Do everything possible to find out the truth about Lao Liao's murder. The blood of comrades cannot be shed in vain. We must avenge the sacrificed comrades."
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In the morning, it is raining heavily.
Cheng Qianfan did not hold an umbrella. He wore the standard raincoat issued by the patrol room.
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The half-grown boy came running screaming in the drizzle.
Cheng Qianfan held it down skillfully.
The neighbors laughed, which is a happy thing for the residents of Yendli every morning.
No one in the neighborhood would notice that the half-grown boy did not shout "help" today.
The screams of a teenager came from behind. Cheng Qianfan pulled down his rain hat and covered the policeman's hat.
The rain dripped down the brim of his hat, covering his cold eyes.
One of his hands has quietly opened the holster of the gun, and with a click, the safety has also been opened.
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(End of this chapter)