In the original historical space and space, the Central Investigation Department was abolished in 1983, integrating the public security counter-espionage department to form a new Ministry of State Security. In this benchmark space and space that has been tampered with on a large scale, the Central Investigation Department still exists, and undertakes the responsibility of collecting strategic intelligence and defending national security interests around the world. It is equivalent to the CIA or KGB of China. It can master the resources it mobilizes and has nothing that cannot be done.

Ma Fengfeng is a department-level leader in the operation department of the Central Press Department, but the things that the minister-level leader cannot do are a piece of cake for him. Not to mention checking individuals in China, it is easy to kill people, but he can't find the identity information of this man in black.

Colleagues from the technical department entered Liu Yanzhi's photos into the database for comparison and search. There was no such person in the household registration database. So they started with Zhen Yue, and Ma Fengfeng personally led the team to Jinjiang. With the cooperation of the local public security organs, they retrieved all social relations around Zhen Yue and finally found some clues.

Zhen Yue's father is the commander of the Jiangdong Provincial Armed Police Corps. He has a special identity and many people pursue her. One of them is an ordinary employee of the Antai Consortium named Liu Yanzhi, who matches the physical characteristics of the man in black. However, Liu Yanzhi's household registration file has been cancelled. In other words, he is a living dead person.

Ma Fengfeng drew a relationship picture on the blackboard, including Zhen Yue, Ji Yuqian, Liu Yanzhi, Future Technology and Antai Consortium, with Hu Banxian in the middle. He thought hard and suddenly added two words to the Antai Consortium: Zheng.

Whoever gets Hu Banxian will have huge scientific research resources. Whether it is sold to Monsanto or self-dissecting and research, the benefits are astronomical. Things that seem complicated are often simple. No matter what, An Tai, who has Zheng Jief as his backer, stands on his opposite side.

The invisible big net slowly opened and Xiang An Tai was exposed. Although the Central Registration Department was secretly acting, it still could not hide the suspicion of the Party’s family. Wu Dongqing, deputy director of the Municipal Bureau Office, reported this situation to the Party.

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At the Antai Training Center, Yu Hanchao is undergoing a comprehensive test. He is the squadron leader of the Armed Police Sword Commando. He has excellent individual combat capabilities and coordination and command capabilities. After passing the shooting, fighting, physical fitness and simulated combat tests, the instructor Lei Meng gave him a score of 70.

"The score is not low, he is a good soldier." Lei Meng praised with a expressionless face, "So far, only one person's score has exceeded yours."

"How many points are more than me?" Yu Hanchao asked confidently. He knew that his strength was not too many people who were better than him nationwide.

"He's full mark." Lei Meng said.

"I want to compete with him." Yu Hanchao was very dissatisfied and eager to try.

"This is not a field, and there is no need for competition among comrades." Lei Meng said, "With your ability, I think it is very likely to participate in the next action and do it well. This profession is much more exciting than being a soldier and has a more sense of honor."

Yu Hanchao was full of complaints. He agreed to join the organization because of helplessness, in order to expose the conspiracy and turn history back to its original track. His current identity is an underground party member lurking in the enemy camp.

In fact, Yu Hanchao's little thoughts cannot be hidden from the Party's patriotism, but he does not care. He believes that the great cause of saving the world can make Yu Hanchao truly serve him.

Another time-travel mission was on the agenda. This time the anchor point was in 1972. In other words, the second year after the war between China and the Soviet Union began, the task of the time-travel team was to prevent the military's biochemistry research department from handing over technology to the United States. For this mission, the Party Patriotic collected and reviewed a large number of historical archives, including undecrypted top-secret documents, and formulated a detailed action plan. Since the destination was in a war zone and was very dangerous, the operation was all men, including Yu Hanchao.

Dang Aiguo personally led the team, including Professor Xing, Liu Yanzhi, Lei Meng, and Yu Hanchao, a total of five people, all wearing grass-green 65-style military uniforms, carrying firearms and forged documents. Before entering the crossing cabin, the final preparations were carried out.

Yu Hanchao checked the weapons and equipment. He was tall and strong. The weapon he was equipped with was a Type 56 squad machine gun. Although it was an old weapon, it was still strong. One hundred rounds of ammunition chains were loaded in a circular ammunition box, and the firepower was continuous.

A bold idea suddenly flashed into Yu Hanchao's mind. If he raised his gun and raided all these people, and then coerced the technician to teleport him a month ago, wouldn't everything be fine? He continued to be his special police squadron leader, continued to pursue Zhen Yue, and continued his original life.

As if he noticed his malicious intention, Liu Yanzhi glanced at Yu Hanchao. Liu Yanzhi used a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle with a three-edged bayonet flashing coldly, and even colder the user's eyes.

Yu Hanchao quickly gave up his strange idea and continued to honestly organize his equipment.

The five men entered the crossing cabin in a row, buckled the seat belt, and slowly closed the lid. Professor Xing and Yu Hanchao, who had traveled for the first time, were beating faster and the others were talking in a low voice as if nothing had happened. After a burst of darkness, the lighting in the cabin was restored.

Liu Yanzhi opened the hatch cover and was about to welcome the birds singing and the fragrance of flowers, but was stunned by the scene in front of him. There was no grass growing on Cuiwei Mountain, leaving only a few charred trunks alone, which seemed to be the scene after the war.

Others left the cabin one after another, and were all shocked by the tragic war. The bare mountains, shrapnel and shells were covered with the ground. A handful of soil was grabbed, and there were several bullets inside. This was a place covered by a rain of steel bullets.

They used engineer shovels to dig some soil to hide the crossing cabin, searching for a road down the mountain, and walked a distance forward, and were stunned again. The foot of the mountain was filled with graves, and there were no tombstones. I don’t know if it was the Soviet army or our army.

The Party Patriotic picked up a telescope and looked at Omi Castle in the distance, warning everyone: "Omi is a city under the control of the Soviet army. We are operating behind enemy lines, so be careful."

"What should I do when I encounter Soviet people?" Yu Hanchao asked for instructions.

"If you can, don't fight, don't fight." Dang Aiguo said, "Our joining has no effect on the overall situation of war. Besides, the Soviet army only occupied big cities and important transportation lines, and the vast rural areas are still our territory, so don't worry."

Liu Yanzhi was a vanguard and was exploring the way forward. In addition to 56 and a half, he also equipped a 64-type submachine gun, which could kill people invisibly. Behind the Thunder Palace, others were walking in the middle. As they walked, Liu Yanzhi suddenly raised his hand and signaled to stop.

"The sound of helicopters." Liu Yanzhi's keen hearing told him that a helicopter was approaching and the enemy had air supremacy, and the helicopter would definitely not belong to the People's Liberation Army.

It was too late to hide. In fact, there was no place to hide on the bare mountain. A mi-24 armed helicopter with a ferocious and weird shape appeared swaggeringly. The turret under the nose turned and aimed at the five people. The fuselage was painted with five red stars, but it was the Soviet army's military emblem, not the PLA's logo.

The light weapons equipped by the small group cannot deal with armed helicopters at all. On the battlefield, armed helicopters are the nightmare of all ground forces. Liu Yanzhi, who was unwilling to wait for death, quickly picked up the rifle and pulled the trigger continuously. With a distance of 300 meters, he could accurately hit the cockpit glass of Mi24, but the rifle bullet could not damage the bulletproof glass at all. The Soviet pilot pressed the shooting button with a grin.

Suddenly a ray of light shot out from the vicinity and rushed towards the female deer. The helicopter hurriedly made a maneuver avoidance action, but it was too late. He was hit by a portable air defense missile and exploded in the air, turning into a dazzling fireball.

"It's the Americans' aid to the stinger missile." said Party Paiguo. "The guerrillas are nearby, so be careful."

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people in earthy disguised costumes jumped out and pointed their guns at them.

"Which unit do you belong to?" the other party asked.

"We are the garrison troops retreated from the north, from the 258th Regiment." Dang Aiguo replied. He had verified historical information. The 258th Regiment was an unlucky man who had dumplings made by the Soviet army. The entire army was destroyed and there was no evidence of death.

"Where is the ID?" The other party did not relax their vigilance at all. Looking at their dress, they did not look like the PLA uncle in their memory. They did not have the red hat badge or the red collar seal. The canvas S belt on their waists was clearly the Vietnam War equipment of the US military, and the weapons used were also varied. There were the Soviet-made AKM rifles made with fiberglass magazines, the US-aided M16 rifles, and a five-pointed star rifle on the magazine. The bayonet was very long and the gun body was long. It was clearly a failed standard weapon in history, the Type 63 automatic rifle.

Dang Maiguo took out his officer certificate, and the certificate was imitated very seriously. His disguised identity was a cultural instructor of the 258th Regiment, and the others were soldiers. Although Professor Xing was older, it was not surprising that in the second year of the war, the soldiers were exhausted, and as long as they were men, they had to enlist in the army.

"Which part of you are?" asked Dang Aiguo, and took out a cigarette and put it close.

"We are guerrillas." The other party replied, looking at his ID, his eyes circling on the five people, making them feel uncomfortable. Although they are not in their hearts, they always feel that they have done something shameful.

After reading the ID, the other party gave the Party a patriotism and saluted him: "The 258th Regiment is fighting hard, so it's not easy for you to break through."

"Where are there." Dang Paiguo said politely, and his face suddenly changed. He realized that he was going to reveal the stuff. As the broken soldiers, their mental state and clothing were too good. Their faces were not dirty, their hair was not long, and there were no traces of blood and sweat stains on the military uniforms. More importantly, the skin color of the few people was very healthy. In the war years, the supply was insufficient, and most people were in a state of bad influence and dish color.

At the command of the captain, more than 30 guns of the guerrillas were aimed at them, and the soldiers put their fingers on the trigger, and they were about to break out.

"Even the military uniform is so new, who do you want to cheat? Tell me, it was the Soviets who sent you here, dog spy!" The captain slapped the Party Patriotic face with a very strong hand, making his teeth loose.

"We are not spies." The party made a futile defense, and it was useless. The guerrillas hated the most was the traitors' puppet army. They ordered the five people who crossed the team to put down their guns, take off their military uniforms, shoes and equipment.
Chapter completed!