He found what was missing - honor!

Ah Zhong made a satellite phone call to Wu Hongxi: "Private Wu, we don't need to cooperate with the Military Intelligence Agency anymore!"

Wu Hongxi was lying on the bed and received a call. He was worried. When he heard the content of the call, he suddenly became alert: "Ah Zhong, you can't talk nonsense!"

Ah Zhong forced him to say: "The ghost guy sent people to northern Myanmar to ask me to blow up the plane. He just treated me as cannon fodder and asked me to die. Damn, how much surveillance is there on the apron? He Yihai found me and immediately killed me.

If someone is shot in northern Myanmar, does the Military Intelligence Agency have legal support in northern Myanmar?"

"In terms of people and firepower, can He Yihai be better than He Yihai? The ghost guy doesn't regard us as one of his own, so why should we sacrifice our lives for him?"

Wu Hongxi looked at the person next to him nervously, quickly lifted the quilt and stood up, walked to the living room and poured a glass of water.

"What on earth are you thinking? Are you crazy!" He asked after taking a sip of water: "You are a recipient of welfare benefits from the Hong Kong government, and every penny is paid by the British."

He never thought that Ah Zhong would betray him.

Ah Zhong said: "Can money represent everything? Can you force me to die or betray my compatriots? From now on, I will donate money to the Hong Kong government's welfare fund every year. I will remember the kindness they gave me.

Just because you can repay it doesn't mean you have to pay it back in this way. I don't think money can decide whether it's right or wrong."

Wu Hongxi sighed: "I thought you would be willing to die if the ghost guy asked you to, but I didn't expect that."

"But my satellite phone is encrypted and cannot be monitored. You can tell me what you think."

Money cannot cultivate righteous people in this world.

A righteous man can only be bribed if he is righteous!

Of course, money can buy a dead soldier, but Ah Zhong is not a dead soldier, and he does not meet the requirement of being free from worries. Many things will develop naturally.

Ah Zhong showed off his cards and said: "My idea is very simple. Reveal the action plan of the Military Intelligence Department to the security battalion, and then the security battalion will deal with it."

"If the action fails, you can't run away. It's your choice whether you want to continue following the ghost guy or change the direction."

"I am just an informant who has lost contact in northern Myanmar. I don't need any police identity to continue living in northern Myanmar. My friends in Xiangjiang are all young and Dangerous, and I don't need your care. You just need to take care of yourself."

Wu Hongxi sighed: "You have betrayed me. If I don't follow you, won't I have to help you with your troubles?"

"In a word, will you follow me or not?" Ah Zhong asked.

Wu Hongxi pondered: "You do your business, I will do mine, and I will follow you. How can we take a step forward in the future?"

Ah Zhong said thoughtfully: "Understood!"

"Crack."

He hung up the phone.

"It's been a troubled year, it's been a troubled year!" Wu Hongxi sighed, put the phone away, and entered the bedroom shaking his head.

Even if he wants to change his flag, he still has to walk alone. How can he go with Ah Zhong?

He is a dignified superintendent!

…

The next day, early in the morning.

Azhong conducted exercises as usual. During the training, a group of mainlanders arrived at the camp and stepped forward to bring the compatriots and scouts back to the country. The handover was done very smoothly.

The prisoners were taken to the mining area for labor reform, and 12 tons of raw materials were directly sold to the Pagan Army. The security battalion had its own style of doing things.

Training is over.

Ah Zhong came to the 1st Battalion Commander's office and happened to see the captain of the No. 2 aircraft complaining to the commander: "Sir, I request that the second group be reestablished!"

The No. 2 aircraft crashed during the operation the day before yesterday. The pilot and co-pilot were lucky to survive. The two machine gunners and two bomb loaders were hit by artillery shells on the spot and exploded together with fireworks.

However, the pilot relied on the protection of the engine room and the final maneuverability to make an emergency landing.

The co-pilot is disabled.

The chief engine officer was only slightly injured. Yin Zhi scolded: "The planes are all gone, build an egg, you will die!"

"Sir!"

"I received news that the head office has purchased two new Hinds, and the goods are already at sea." The second captain said seriously.

Yin Zhi took a sip of tea and said, "You are quite well-informed!"

The second captain said: "I request to rebuild the second group and fly again!"

Yinzhi waved people away: "Guanggun, you still have the nerve to ask me to fly the plane after it crashed? Let me tell you, the new planes belong to three groups, four groups, and two groups can be rebuilt, but they can no longer fly. Make preparations."

Go to class!"

The second captain was unconvinced: "Sir, you can't tell me to get out just because the mission failed!"

"The second group has made a contribution!"

Yin Zhi rolled his eyes: "Rebuilding takes time, and training also takes time. You are the captain and the baby, okay? I am wronging you by asking you to do the preparatory class."

Second Captain: "The instructor said I have the talent to fly a fighter jet. If you don't let me fly a Hind, then let the company buy a MiG!"

"I'll give you a two-month bonus." Yin Zhi said.

Second Captain: “I want MiG!”

"Add a third-class merit."

"I want MiG!"

Yin Zhi scolded: "If you drive a MiG, you'll be dead early. Jump into the street!"

The second captain was unconvinced: "If I fly a MiG, will I fall? I want to fly a MiG!"

Yin Zhi pulled out his gun and slapped it on the table: "Get out!"

"Goodbye, private!"

The second captain left.

Ah Zhong entered the office, stood at attention and saluted: "Sir!"

"What's the matter?" Yin Zhi put away his gun and said cheerfully.

Ah Zhong hesitated and said directly: "Sir, I have a piece of confidential information to report!"

Yin Zhi winked.

An attendant closed the door and guarded the door. Silver Paper approached the window and pulled down the blinds. He turned around and said, "Let's talk."

He was curious about what secret information a pilot could have.

Ah Zhong said: "Sir, I have a good friend in Xiangjiang who is an official of the Political Department. I once saved his life. He told me that British intelligence agents arrived in northern Myanmar and told me to be careful. I think it is very important.

, came here specifically to report to the superior."

The silver paper looked him up and down.

"Ah Zhong."

"I remember it's been almost three years since you joined He Yihai, right?"

A Zhong Road.

"Two months and three days away!"

Yin Zhi applauded: "Okay!"

"It took less than three years for me to realize this. I think you are a good brother. I will take credit for you when I find out about this matter!"

Ah Zhong saluted again and puffed up his chest: "Thank you sir!"

From this moment on, the security camp changed from passive to active. Not only would it no longer be monitored or attacked, it would also be able to secretly investigate the movements of the British Intelligence Agency.

Xiangjiang.

Wu Hongxi took a leave in the morning and did not go to work in the Political Department. He drove to the Peninsula Hotel, opened a private room to enjoy the view, called a waiter into the private room, handed over a business card and five Hong Kong dollars: "Send the business card to me.

At the front desk on the 45th floor of Hutchison Building, ask the front desk to give your business card to President Zhang, and President Zhang will give him a tip."

"Go ahead, I'm a VIP of the hotel. You tell the foreman that the guest in room 601 has something to do, and he won't make things difficult for you."

The waiter took the business card and bowed: "Yes, private!"

Half an hour later.

The receptionist received a business card with only his name printed on it, reported it to everyone, and finally handed it to the president's secretary office.

Xiaojie took a stack of documents and placed them on the table. On the top of the document was a very simple business card.

Zhang Guobin picked up the business card, looked at it with surprise, and then put it aside.

Xiaojie smiled sweetly and said: "Sheng Zhang, this business card was handed over by Wu Hongxi, the superintendent of the Political Department. Wu Hongxi is the highest-ranking Chinese officer in the Political Department. He graduated from the British Law University in 1967 and returned to Hong Kong to enter without examination.

The Political Department, which had three years of experience in the intelligence service, came to prominence in the police integrity conflict in 1977 and collected corruption evidence against 260 police officers and 22 chief inspectors in Tsim Sha Tsui."

The lady's tone became more serious: "He was later promoted to senior inspector of the Political Department, and he was involved in several strikes and material smuggling cases."

Zhang Guobin said: "I remember him. When he came back from North America some time ago, he stopped me at the airport, and now he is hiding out and wants to see me."

"I hope it's not that Gui Lao can't get along with him, otherwise, he won't be able to get along with me."
To be continued...