Old Gong knelt down on the ground with a thud, hugging the young man and cried, "I didn't mean it. I went out for less than twenty minutes. I have never had any accidents in the past. Who knew that this would happen this time?"

“What, in the past?”

The young man could no longer help but kicked him out, pulled out his pistol and said sternly: "You should be very clear about the importance of the alarm, and how many comrades' lives are all placed on it.

Do you know how much damage it has caused to the organization because of your reasons? I really want to shoot you, a bastard. I honestly explain that you have sent an early warning before, and did you miss the report?"

"Give me your life, I'll give you my life, only a few times. Once I drank too much and didn't pass on it. Then nothing happened. I... I just think this may not be that important. Please spare me."

Old Gong was so scared that he trembled all over. He hugged his head and was shaking on the ground, looking greedy for life and death. A fierce light flashed in his lowered eyes, and his right hand slowly stretched to his chest pocket.

He knew very well that because the Kwantung Army controlled the radio station and the border blockade, it was difficult for the Northeast to contact the organization within the Guanzhong area, so the information about his betrayal of comrades was not spread.

But if this incident happened, the superiors would definitely find a way to investigate his past experiences. Thinking about the consequences of those traitors, Lao Gong decided not to sit still and wait for death. If he fought to the death, he might have a way out.

"You! Wang Badan!"

The young man there wanted to shoot several times, but the strict discipline made him put down the gun in his hand and finally said angrily: "I have no right to deal with you, you can wait for the organization to deal with it.

Next, you will stay in this room. I hope you will think about it during this period. Is it worthy of your superiors' trust and the comrades who handed over the safety to your comrades?"

"Ba!Ba!Ba!"

"It's me, right? I'm just a beast..." Lao Gong twitched his face and swelled his cheeks after a few slaps, and blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth and nostrils.

If you can escape a disaster with a few slaps, even if it is temporary, it is better than fighting hard at the gun. That is just the last choice. As the saying goes, bullets have no eyes, but it is hard to say what the result will be.

The young man looked at this person deeply. Will such a person who is afraid of death be bravely injured in the battle? He was a little unbelievable. Perhaps the other party’s past is not as glorious as he said.

But now is not the time to talk about these things. After clarifying the reasons for the failure of the early warning channel, the rest is to find ways to understand the situation of the arrested persons and decide whether to conduct armed rescue.

This is a very cruel reality. If those two comrades persist, they will naturally need to be rescued. If they do not persist and reveal the secrets of the party and the organization to the enemy, they will no longer be comrades.

As for whether to restrict Lao Gong's actions, the young man thought it was unnecessary. This person has been moving in the Northeast and rarely went out after arriving in Shanghai. Even if he wanted to do nothing, he couldn't figure out the way.

Besides, he can't control the other party alone, and it's not appropriate to tie up or knock it out. Without the authorization of his superiors, no one can attack his comrades. This is an iron discipline.

So he warned Lao Gong several times again, and the young man hurriedly left the alarm point and headed to the emergency contact point of the Central Bureau of Shanghai where someone had the right to make a decision on what happened today.

Unfortunately, he didn't know one thing. Some people are used to betrayal. When there is the first time, there will be the second time. Such people don't care about anything but themselves and will definitely find a way out in advance.

Lao Gong looked at his back walking away in the dark, his face was gloomy. He was punished by heaven and earth. Since the underground party did not give him a way out, why not fight for his life? Maybe it was better than now.

The street light shone in front of the window, and the dark shadow reflected on the wall suddenly disappeared. The ghost is always a ghost, and can only live in the darkness, unable to see any light, as if he is afraid that his true face will be discovered.

Time passes by minute by minute.

The night in Shanghai was very uneasy, and many people couldn't sleep all night. The underground party was examining itself, Zuo Chong was waiting for the development of things, and the secret service headquarters were busy instigating the rebellion.

Xu Enzeng sat in an interrogation room at Shanghai station, holding a teacup in both hands and a smile without a smile. He looked at the middle-aged man with his head held high on the interrogation chair and said slowly.

"Mr. Wu, right, your identity is no secret to us. You are from Lu Province, thirty-six years old, born in the 24th year of Guangxu of the previous dynasty, and went to study in Red Russia in the 20th year of the Republic of China.

In the 23rd year of the Republic of China, this year I returned to the Republic of China and passed through Gangcheng, Yangcheng, Fucheng, Hangzhou, and Shanghai. I taught foreign languages ​​in the No. 1 Middle School in the city. The students all like you very much.

On your birthday, these children even raised money to buy you a cake. Yongji, this is the most advanced pastry house in Shanghai, but the price is not cheap. How about it, how about it, how does it taste?"

He told the other party's background, experience and details of his life, as if he had seen it with his own eyes, and his tone was like a chat between old friends, but the torture instruments around him expose the false hypocrisy.

"I don't know what you are talking about. My surname is not Wu, my surname is Huang, and I have never been to Hong Russia. I went to France and Britain. Master, why did you bring me here?"

The middle-aged man with the surname Wu or Huang opened his mouth and said, his eyes couldn't help but aim at various torture instruments, his throat kept shaking, his legs under his robe trembled slightly, and his lips were even more terrifyingly white.

"It's boring, Mr. Wu."

Xu Enzeng narrowed his eyes and said confidently: "There must be a reason why we dare to arrest you. The Propaganda Minister of the Central Bureau of the Underground Party, the official position is quite large."

Minister of Propaganda of the Central Bureau of the Underground Party.

As soon as this sentence was said, the middle-aged man was shocked suddenly, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes. Only a few people in Shanghai knew his identity and position, so why the Fruit Party was so clear.

There is only one possibility.

Traitors were organized.

As soon as he arrived in Shanghai, the organization reminded that the situation in the country is very serious and the enemy is everywhere. It was originally thought it was a bit exaggerated, but now it seems to be just an objective comment.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but regret that if he had known this, he would not have stayed alone in the city. No matter whether he left school or went to the concession for the time being, he would not fall into the hands of the enemy.

"Mr. Wu, why don't you talk anymore? Hahaha, you can continue to tell those fabricated stories. I'll listen carefully, but when my patience is exhausted, we should see the truth."

After Xu Enzeng finished speaking, he suddenly turned the table lamp on the interrogation table. The dazzling light hit the middle-aged man's face. The other party quickly raised his hand to cover his eyes. The spies present smiled knowingly when they saw this.

A tough guy can't pretend, and some things can be seen from the details. How could a person who is afraid of even the lights survive torture? This underground party will soon surrender.

The middle-aged man stumbled twice and lowered his head: "I don't know what you are talking about. I am not an underground party. You are persecuting people in the cultural circle and shameless slander."

"I won't cry until I see the coffin!"

Xu Enzeng's smile became cold, and he immediately clapped his hands: "Bring people in and let Minister Wu see his subordinates. Maybe our minister has any important meeting spirit to be publicized."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The dim light bulb on the roof swayed gently, and the spies laughed wildly, and the light and shadow on their gloomy faces kept changing. Cold sweat broke out on the middle-aged man's head and his body trembled even harder.

"Squeak~~"

The iron door of the interrogation room opened, and a bald man in a short coat walked in, nodding and bowing: "I have seen you all, Mr. Wu is the official of the underground party, and I can testify.

This guy has said more than once how high his status is. As long as I follow the organization's orders and perform well, I will recommend me to my superiors, no, to the upper level of the rebels, and I feel very vocal."

It's really exposed.

When the middle-aged man saw the visitor, he immediately closed his eyes in despair. When he first came to Shanghai, he was the person he went to the station to pick up, and he had dealt with during the next few secret missions.

In order to gain trust and attention, he did reveal his identity. Who would have thought that this person actually defected to the Fruit Party? No matter what he said, it is useless. I regret not not listening to the warning from the Special Corps.

"Okay, go out and receive the reward."

Xu Enzeng waved his hand casually, and after the man thanked him for leaving, he turned to look at the middle-aged man: "Minister Wu, look, even if you don't admit it, I have enough evidence to convict you.

Let’s not go around the circle. As long as you are willing to cooperate, tell the secrets of the underground party in Shanghai. The glory and wealth are all in front of you. I really don’t want to see you suffer.”

He said, and winked. Luo Ma cooperated to put the red-hot tongs into the water, and let out a stinging sound. The middle-aged man shuddered and licked his dry lips.

"Tell me, I'll be relieved after I say it."

Seeing that the other party was relaxed, Xu Enzeng whispered and persuaded him: "I have also been studying abroad. I know the hardships of Chinese people in foreign countries. You must have suffered a lot.

A real man was born in a chaotic world and should make unparalleled achievements. Wouldn’t it be a pity to die so quietly? After wasting so many years of hard work, don’t you want to display your talents?

The Party and the country are willing to give you this opportunity. With your status and ability, you will definitely have a good future. Why hang yourself from a tree in the underground party? Minister Wu, I think what I said is correct."

After saying these thoughtful words, he sat there and hugged his arms for a while. Seeing that the other party had no reaction, he stood up and prepared to walk outside, saying something with a little regret.

"Luoma, please greet Minister Wu."

"Wait a minute, I, I said!"
Chapter completed!