After setting up a simple series of explosive devices, Zhang Anren extinguished the oil lamp and held the ignition switch in his hand. The only sound in the small secret room was his breathing and the shouts of the agents in the distance.

The telegraph operator died, and Zhang Anren finally had time to grieve for it. Another comrade fell in front of him. He had experienced this countless times, but he still felt extremely painful in his heart.

But this is the last time. I wonder if the organization can contact Qiu Chan again. I wonder if Qiu Chan will know what happened today. By the way, there is also Lao Xie. He and Gu Lan are in danger.

As an old intelligence officer, Zhang Anren understood that the last meeting exposed them. If the young man from the New Life Promotion Association found out there was a problem here, he would definitely choose to attack the warehouse first.

So he was attacked by the enemy here, and Lao Xie must have been too. In fact, Lao Xie could have retreated long ago, but for the sake of the organization and frontline soldiers, he finally chose to stick to the most dangerous place.

The last time we met was for a piece of information that was related to the lives of countless people. Unfortunately, the enemy was too cunning and he didn't know what means he used. He didn't find anything suspicious. He was careless.

The calls of the agents got closer and closer, until rapid footsteps sounded overhead. Zhang Anren calmly put his thumb on the detonator, smiling, waiting for the last moment to arrive.

The spies in one area had a gloomy look on their faces at this time. They had just counted the corpses and found that one person was missing, and it was most likely Zhang Anren. They must now conduct a detailed search of the area.

Considering that the other party had been to the warehouse before, the agents focused here. It was only a matter of time before the secret room was discovered. The secret room was just secret, but it did not mean that it could avoid a search that would be conducted three feet deep.

In fact, even if there is a chance to escape, Zhang Anren would not choose it. His mission is to protect Qiu Chan, and everything else can be abandoned, including of course his life.

"Team leader, there's something weird on the cement platform!"

The secret room was still discovered, and the agents from Division 1 gathered around happily. As long as they could catch Zhang Anren, the leader of the underground party, they would all receive a reward, and glory and wealth would be right in front of them.

Zhang Anren in the secret room was extremely calm and decisively pressed the ignition switch. He instantly recalled his life, the famous prodigy in his hometown, his high-spiritedness in passing the Whampoa exam, and his iron-blooded career during the Northern Expedition.

Then what we saw during the march were the tired and numb farmers in the fields, and the landlords who were showing off their power with whips. The workers in the factories were squeezed to death, and the laughter and laughter under the feasting lights.

The picture is fixed on the oaths under the red flag. The oaths are still ringing in the ears. The enthusiastic young faces are passionately discussing, longing and fantasizing about the future of the country and nation.

Liu Gui panted and rushed to the door of Jishi Pharmacy. When he saw the wheels of the idling truck, his face was solemn. Why was there no one? Is the battle not over yet? The speed he wanted!

Where did the explosion just come from? He rubbed his head. What on earth could these damn idiots under his command do? With so many people attacking a drugstore, it was so slow.

He put his hands on his hips: "Quick, go in and take a look."

Little spy: "Yes, He Dou..."

Before the little agent finished speaking, a shock wave slowly appeared in the warehouse of Jishi Pharmacy and instantly swept through all obstacles. The walls of the house made of bricks and tiles turned into powder in an instant.

Big trees, furniture, and medicine cabinets were either reduced to parts or flew into the air. The shock wave carried dust and attacked Liu Gui and others who were standing in the open space, and easily overturned them.

Liu Gui felt his whole body tremble and his vision went dark. When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying across the road from Jishi Pharmacy. What happened? Could it be an earthquake? He blinked his eyes.

"Boom!"

Before he could react, a deafening roar sounded in his ears, which made him dizzy. He felt as if his internal organs had been squeezed out, which was extremely painful.

When he raised his head, the relatively grand Jishi Pharmacy was in ruins, and then countless red light spots slowly fell on the ruins, igniting the wood, cloth, and corpses, and the fire spread everywhere.

The kerosene in the secret room that was to be transported to the southwest flew into the air during the explosion. After the explosion, it raged, complying with Zhang Anren's last wish, and burning all the evidence.

Liu Gui was stunned for a while and let out a desperate cry: "Go and save people, no, put out the fire! We must rescue Zhang Anren, otherwise we will all die, why are you still standing there, go!"

The little agents who were also knocked upside down by the shock wave were dumbfounded. How could they save such a big fire? Didn't they see that even the steel truck was on fire? They were looking for death if they went up there.

But looking at the section chief who was choosing people to devour, a few people were smart enough not to talk back. They ran to nearby shops and grabbed a few small wooden buckets, brought a few ladles of water and poured them on, re-explaining that it was a drop in the bucket.

It was better not to pour the kerosene. Once the kerosene was poured, it spread along the running water, so that it did not burn to the feet of Liu Gui, who was jumping anxiously. Liu Gui wanted to shoot these idiots who were eating everything inside and out with a gun.

"Cover it with earth! Cover it with earth!"

But it was useless, not to mention a few spies, even if everyone from one place came here, they couldn't save the fire. Liu Gui looked blankly at the blazing fire, as if he saw the passing official hat.

Compared with Jishi Pharmacy, Xu Enzeng's operation was much smoother. Relying on the elite and skilled offensive skills of the 88th Division, they successfully captured Xie Jiuwen and Gu Lan and brought them back to the temporary interrogation point.

But before he could be happy for a few minutes, he received news from Liu Gui. Director Xu's face was half smiling and half angry. Starting from Wang Aofu, no one in this group had made him worry.

He had obtained precious information through his connections with the Nanchang Xingying Investigation Section. He originally planned to avenge his past humiliation, but at the critical moment, Liu Gui unexpectedly slipped up again, which really pissed him off.

The twenty-man team was gone, and the possible leader of the underground party, Zhang Anren, was gone. If it weren't for the two Xie Gu on his side, Yi Yi would have to return empty-handed again. How could he not become angry from shame?

Xu Enzeng roared angrily: "Let him stand at the scene for me. If you want to see someone dead or see a corpse, you must bring Zhang Anren's body back. If you can't bring it back, I will use his corpse instead."

The agent who delivered the order left in a hurry. Xu Enzeng turned to look at Xie Jiuwen and Gu Lan with a smile on his face: "Mr. Xie, Ms. Gu, you just heard that Jishi Pharmacy is gone."

Xie Jiuwen, who was wearing a national army uniform, frowned when he heard this: "Director Xu, you categorically said that we are an underground party. You couldn't help but check Xie's family. Did you find anything?

Okay, you also asked my wife and I to cooperate with your investigation, so we followed you, and now you have contacted me from a pharmacy. I would like to ask Director Xu, do you have any evidence?"

Xie Jiuwen was clear and logical, and his words were well-founded. Gu Lan, who was beside him, was a little angry with his grievances. He seemed to have no flaws, but intelligence work cannot be completed by one person.

Danger sometimes comes from behind.

Xu Enzeng smiled and took out a photo from his pocket and showed it to the two of them. The photo showed an old man in a robe being tortured. Although the photo was in black and white, it might be possible to see how bloody the scene was.

Xie Jiuwen frowned, carefully identified it for a while, and said uncertainly: "This seems to be the rich man who stayed temporarily when I was injured, Director Xu. Is this person an underground party? I really didn't find it.

But just because he is an underground party, we cannot say that Xie is an underground party. It was really helpless to recuperate at his home at that time. After I came back, I explained to the superior that I did not conceal anything or report anything."

Xu Enzeng observed Xie Jiuwen's expression and reaction. They were still very normal. As expected, he was an important intelligence officer of the underground party lurking in the national army. Even at this point, he still refused to repent.

He stopped talking in circles: "Mr.

This man surnamed Gao, who was eating the food of the party-state and drinking the blood of the party-state, actually dared to collude with the underground party to serve as a witness for a lurking spy. If it weren't for his second son, he would have concealed it anyway."

Xie Jiuwen said disdainfully: "Why does Director Xu believe the words of such an unfaithful, unfilial, benevolent and unjust person? Do you think this person is more trustworthy than a party-state officer like Xie?"

A special agent on the side looked sideways. This man is so bold. Who doesn't know that his division chief is a good woman and has a good reputation? Xie Jiuwen mocked the division chief like this, and I'm afraid he will be punished.

Surprisingly, Xu Enzeng was not angry, but laughed loudly: "Mr.

You see, parents can be betrayed, brothers and sisters can be betrayed, naturally they are more trustworthy than people like Mr.

........

Zuo Zhong said: "The rest is in (the author's words), right at the end of the article. If you change it during the day, the number of words will be the same, and there will be no extra deductions."

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I think from a biological point of view, life reads almost like a poem. It has its own rhythm and beat, and its own internal cycles of growth and decay.

It begins with innocent childhood, followed by a rough youth period, a rough attempt to adapt to a mature society, with the enthusiasm and ignorance, ideals and ambitions of youth;

Later, they reach an adult period with very intense activities, gain benefits from experience, and gain more experience from society and human nature;

In middle age, the tension is slightly relieved, the character becomes mature, like the ripeness of fruit or the ripeness of fine wine, and gradually adopts a more tolerant, cynical, and kind attitude towards life.

manner;

Later, when we age, the endocrine glands reduce their activity. If we have a true philosophical concept of old age and adjust our lifestyle according to this concept.
Chapter completed!