Chapter 172: Grotesque

What should we do with the traitor?

Zhang Yong really didn't know. But he knew how to stall.

He didn't know how to do it. Then stall. First, isolate the guy. Then figure it out.

Forbid him from contacting the Restoration Society.

Then figure out how to notify the Red Party.

The Red Party always cleans up its own mess when it comes to traitors.

'Say you know.'

'They, they have three lines here: the Jiangsu Provincial Party Committee, the Jinling Prefecture Party Committee, and the Southern Jiangsu Work Committee...'

'You know all of them?'

'I, I only know about the Southern Jiangsu Work Committee...'

'How many do you know?'

'Three, three.'

'Good. Write it down.'

Zhang Yong said without emotion.

The other person was obviously lying. Even he could tell.

There were definitely more than three.

He was a courier. Couriers were very important.

If you say the other members are like beads, the courier is like the thread that connects them.

If one bead breaks, it won't affect the others. But if the thread breaks, all the beads will be affected.

The number of beads on the thread determines the number of people affected.

This kind of structure places very high demands on the quality of the courier. If the courier can't withstand the test, the consequences will be unimaginable.

But it was Cheng Guangzhi who betrayed them. What happened in the middle?

"Xinlan Street...'

'Who's there?'

'A Shen Jingqian. Code name Red Bean. A female Red. She has a gun...'

'The one who covered your retreat that day?'

'Er...'

'Don't lie. I saw it all.'

'Yes...'

Cheng Guangzhi quietly shrunk his head.

So the other person was there that day! That's trouble.

If he's hiding anything, the other person will never trust him. They might even abandon him.

He had already betrayed the organisation, and if even the Restoration Society didn't want him, then he was really in a dead end.

'I know the Red Party very well...'

'Hm...'

'First, tell me, why did you defect to this side?'

'I...'

'What? Are you a Red Party member here to work undercover?'

'No, no,'

Cheng Guangzhi hastily denied.

Work undercover? Of course not. What would happen then?

You would be shot straight away!

Zhang Yong narrowed his eyes.

He didn't say anything.

He continued to look suspicious.

This was a normal line of questioning. How could you voluntarily surrender if you didn't have a good reason?

It seems that our RPF didn't catch you.

'I, I...'

'It seems that you are not sincere.'

'No, no, I...'

'Speak!'

'I made a small mistake, a mistake...'

'What mistake?'

'I, I...'

Cheng Guangzhi still stammered.

Zhang Yong grew impatient. He drew his dagger. He stabbed him directly in the leg.

It really stuck.

No tricks.

There was no need to feel sorry for such a traitor.

'Ah...'

Cheng Guangzhi screamed.

Zhang Yong pulled out the dagger. Blood dripped from it.

'I, I, to Shen Jingqian, to...'

'You assaulted her?'

'No. No. I just, just moved my hands. Then she got angry. She said she was going to report it to the organisation. I, I...'

'You were afraid of being severely punished by the organisation, so you simply came to defect to us?'

'Yes, yes, I, I...'

Cheng Guangzhi's face turned pale. He stammered.

That was indeed the truth. He was afraid. He knew the discipline of the organisation.

'I believe you!'

Zhang Yong nodded. He wiped the blood off the dagger.

At the same time, he brought a piece of cotton cloth and told Cheng Guangzhi to press it against the wound himself. But no medicine was applied.

It's fine. It will continue to hurt for a while. This way the memory will be more vivid.

You've already become a traitor. What's the harm of a little pain? You're not dead.

Cheng Guangzhi found this reason good enough.

Because they were very strict about issues of conduct over there.

Someone like him, Zhang Yong, would have been shot 80 times a day over there. Cheng Guangzhi tried to take liberties with Shen Jingqian, and he would definitely be severely punished.

But then again, Shen Jingqian was indeed a beauty that brought disaster. Being too pretty is not a good thing.

Li Jingzhi was the same. The biggest original sin is being too pretty. You can't even protect yourself.

Cheng Guangzhi could not resist the temptation for a while, and eventually could not control himself. As a result, the current situation has been created. One slip-up is regretted for a thousand years!

The mighty historical process, from 1921 to 1949, has seen the sands of time wash away much dross.

'You want to arrest her?'

'Yes, yes...'

'She has a gun in her hand. Besides, she must have become alert. Do you want me to go to my death?'

'Then...'

'Tell me about someone else.'

'The antique street...'

'And?'

'Banyan Street...'

'Write it all down.'

Zhang Yong's face was grim.

Cheng Guangzhi obediently wrote it all down. And the confession.

For a traitor, this was very important. The confession meant that he had betrayed completely.

'Very good!'

'We in the Social Reconstruction Committee have a big job for you.'

'Just wait for the good news!'

Zhang Yong got the confession. Then he gave the other person a free shot of stimulant.

The confession meant there was no hope of redemption. So let's go. Let's go happily. Don't be a traitor again in your next life.

Then Zhang Yong dragged him to Yanjiang Road and found a hotel to settle down. This hotel is relatively remote. It is convenient for the Red Party's anti-traitor operations.

The back of the hotel is a deserted wilderness. It is also convenient for disposing of the body. The scenery is actually quite good.

'You must not go out.'

'Your people are definitely looking for you right now.'

'Do not contact the outside world. If you are exposed, you know the consequences.'

'You cannot trust anyone but me.'

'There may be Red Party undercover agents in our Restoration Society.'

Zhang Yong deliberately created fear.

This guy must be kept firmly under control. Then wait for the Red Party to arrive.

'I understand.'

'I understand.'

Cheng Guangzhi answered hurriedly.

He was convinced.

Because Zhang Yong had given him the best room. And the best food.

With such treatment, being entrusted with an important task was just around the corner.

Zhang Yong then drove away.

He could no longer go to the military police headquarters. He had to notify the Red Party to quickly deal with the traitor.

That Shen Jingqian, Zhang Yong dared not go near. She had a gun. In case she shot herself, that would be a tragedy...

First go to the antique street.

This side sells antiques. It's relatively deserted.

Zhang Yong enters an antique shop called Gu Mozhai. The owner is called Gu Mozhai.

The name of the person is the same as the name of the shop.

According to Cheng Guangzhi's confession, this Gu Mozhai is one of the heads of the Sunan Working Committee, codenamed 'Laoqi', and is an important backbone of the Working Committee.

What?

Write a note? Throw it in? Remind the other person?

No bother.

Zhang Yong was prepared to face the other party face to face.

This Laoqi is one of the heads of the Work Committee and may become a big shot in the future. He needs to cling to the big guy.

Since he is not very capable, he needs to cling to the big guy as hard as he can.

If the big guy improves in the future, he will also rise with him.

He walked straight in.

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Inside Gu Mozhai, it was also quiet and deserted, not a single guest in sight.

The owner, Gu Mozai, himself was dusting off an antique with a feather duster. Hearing footsteps, he turned around and greeted him with a smile.

'Sir, what do you like?'

'I don't know anything about antiques.'

'So what do you need? Tell me, I'll help you find it.'

'I heard you have someone called Cheng Guangzhi?'

'I don't know this person.'

'He said you were the head of the Southern Jiangsu Work Committee. Code name: Laoqi.'

'Er...'

There was a moment of silence.

For a split second, countless thoughts raced through Gu Mozhai's mind.

Who is this guy? Is he an enemy or a friend?

How did he know his identity? What does he want?

Weird...

It seems that he is not an enemy.

If he were an enemy, he would have been secretly arrested after learning his identity.

But if he is one of us, it is also impossible.

Friend? Even more absurd.

They are complete strangers!

Gu Mozai, who was extremely experienced in combat, was stunned when a stranger suddenly came to his door and revealed his identity.

This situation was unprecedented!

For a full half minute, Gu Mozai didn't know how to respond.

The two men stared at each other.

Zhang Yong suddenly felt that this seventh son didn't seem to be very perceptive.

He didn't even know that he had been betrayed!

Ke Gong, Ke Gong, you'd better come out of hiding! The underground party seems to be very weak now! Sooner or later they'll be finished...

Oh, Ke Gong is probably still grazing in the meadow...

There's nothing we can do. We'll have to come right out and say it.

Eat? Drink porridge? Take a chance.

'Cheng Guangzhi wanted to join the Fuxing Society, and then he found me.'

'You are...'

'I'm from the Fuxing Society.'

'...

There was a moment of silence.

Gu Mozai felt like there were question marks all over his mind.

You're from the Fuxing Society?

You're an agent from the Fuxing Society, and you've come to talk to me alone? And you're not trying to arrest me?

What's this all about?

He had seen it all before. He had years of experience with underground organisations. He had seen it all.

But today's strange situation was really something he had never encountered before.

For a moment, he didn't know how to respond.

The only thing he was sure of was that the other party meant no harm. There was no pattern to their behaviour either.

If they were professionals, who would speak like this?

'Cheng Guangzhi is at the Happy Hotel on Yan Jiang Road. If you want to get rid of him, do it quickly.'

'Who the hell are you?'

'Who cares? Even if you ask me, I can't tell you. What if there's another traitor in your ranks? Wouldn't that mean you're betraying me?'

'You...'

Gu Mozhai was at a loss for words.

You came to my door like this, aren't you afraid it's a trap?

Little comrade, I don't think you have much experience in struggles. And yet you pretend to be very sophisticated.

'What else do you know?'

'Cheng Guangzhi was groping Shen Jingqian. Shen Jingqian said she would report it to the organisation, and then he ran away.'

'Is that true?'

'Oh, this is Cheng Guangzhi's confession.'

'What?'

Gu Mozhai was shocked.

Then he saw Zhang Yong塞 give him a piece of paper.

It was indeed in Cheng Guangzhi's handwriting.

Well, his face immediately tightened.

Damn it!

Cheng Guangzhi really had betrayed.

This bastard! Betrayed the trust of the organisation! Even wrote a confession!

Hateful!

Must be dealt with immediately!

Zhang Yong: 'Your team needs to strengthen ideological education.'

Gu Mozhai: '...'

Speechless.

Feeling like he's being lectured?

Yes.

He was being lectured.

Someone actually lectured him. Told him to strengthen the team!

To be honest, as the head of the Sunan Work Committee, it seems that he really hasn't been taught anything for a long time.

The other person is still a young man.

And he claims to be from the Fuxing Society.

How does it feel to be taught by your enemy to your face?

"Do you want a gun?'

'What?'

'I asked if you want a gun and bullets.'

'No...'

'Do you want a silver note?'

'You...'

Gu Mozhai looks at the other person blankly.

Silver note?

What silver bills?

Zhang Yong took out four silver bills. He placed them on the counter.

Like Kong Yiji, he arranged the four silver bills neatly. He deliberately wanted to show off.

Gu Mozhai: ...

Once again, his mind was full of question marks. He was speechless for a long time.

If there was a hint of a gap between the question marks before, now they were all packed together.

'For me?'

'What else?'

'Why?'

'I have a lot of money.'

'You...'

Gu Mozhai was again at a loss for words.

What exactly did this kid do? Where did he get so many banknotes?

Even if you were a secret agent of the Fuxing Society, you couldn't possibly get that much money, could you?

'From now on, you and I will communicate with each other on a one-on-one basis. You cannot tell anyone else. If you are arrested, I hope you won't give me up.'

'Wait a minute!'

Gu Mozhai was confused.

Who exactly was this little guy? Why did his words and thoughts jump around so much?

'Comrade, which side are you on?'

'I'm not with your organisation. Stop calling me comrade.'

'Then...'

'I'm a secret agent for the Fuxing Society!'

'Er...'

Gu Mozai was once again at a loss for words.

He couldn't keep up with the other person's train of thought. His mind was blocked once again.

A secret agent for the Fuxing Society, who wasn't even his comrade, came to tell him that there was a traitor, and gave him 40,000 silver dollars...

Why did it feel like they were closer than his own people?

'Remember: I will only contact you in the future. If I have anything, I may send it to your shop.'

'This...'

'If anyone asks, you can say it was sent by Pangolin. My code name is Pangolin.'

'Er...'

'Also, what to do about Cheng Guangzhi, you guys settle it as soon as possible.'

'We will handle this.'

'Then I'll go! Hurry up and deal with the traitor! Otherwise, if you get caught, it will be troublesome if you turn me in.'

Zhang Yong waved his hand and walked out of the antique shop.

Gu Mozhai: ...

Am I dreaming?

Did something just happen?

This is really absurd!

He has been engaged in underground work for so many years and has never encountered this before.

However, he did not doubt the other party in the slightest.

Because there was no need to doubt.

The other party was definitely not an undercover agent, nor was it a fishing expedition.

You take 40,000 silver dollars to be an undercover agent!

Calm down quickly.

Arrange an operation to root out the traitor.