Chapter 348: Finding the traitor

What happened on Changgang Road?

The Director didn't say. Zhang Yong didn't ask. Just carry out the orders.

A revolution is like a brick, moved wherever it's needed.

As long as it's not filling a cesspit...

Immediately, he took Yang Zhi and Wei Yong and the others to Changgang Road.

It was still dark. Checking the time, it was 3am. Alas, another sleepless day.

I can't help yawning.

I really feel a bit sleepy. I haven't had any rest during the day!

I really want a long vacation. Not a vacation from work. Just like Li Boqi.

However, I can't rest.

I must first rush to Changgang Road...

'Creak!'

'Bang...'

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound.

Zhang Yong was caught off guard and was violently thrown out of the car.

Oh no!

A crash!

I've been ambushed.

Is it the Japanese invaders?

He felt dizzy and almost fainted.

An absurd thought came to his mind: why isn't there a seat belt? I need to fasten my seat belt...

It hurts...

It seems like I've broken a rib.

I must have hit the front windshield...

No...

It wasn't the windshield.

It was in front of the seat...

He felt a sweet taste in his throat, as if something was about to come up.

But he couldn't spit it out. It was very uncomfortable.

Oh, the car has crashed...

I'm going to die...

But then he became happy again.

Finally, I can rest. Finally, I can go on holiday.

I'm injured...

Work-related injury...

I need to take sick leave...

Then, he passed out.

In a daze, he felt as if he was being chased by many devils, but he couldn't run...

Time was so long...

So long...

Countless demons pounced on him, trying to tear him apart...

And then he sank into oblivion.

...

'Captain!'

'Captain!'

Yang Zhi and Wei Yong rushed over.

Actually, the crash wasn't that serious. The car hit a stone.

Yes. A stone in the middle of the road.

The driver was caught off guard and hit it head-on.

Where the stone came from, no one knows. But it was very large. Almost as tall as a person.

In the dark, the driver didn't expect to find anything like that. He braked hard, but it was too late.

Fortunately, it was nighttime and the car wasn't going fast. If it had been daytime, the front of the car would have been smashed to pieces.

Even so, Zhang Yong hit the front of the car and passed out.

'Hurry! Take him to the hospital!'

'Hurry! Take him to the hospital!'

They quickly helped Zhang Yong to his feet, Wei Yong carried him, and they went to the hospital.

The driver was terrified. He was also badly injured.

Cars back then didn't have seat belts. The chances of being injured in a collision were high.

'Hurry!'

'Hurry!'

...

Zhang Yong woke up groggily.

It was very bright. He could hardly open his eyes.

Huh?

What's going on?

Did I have a car accident?

The events of the past flashed through his mind.

No...

After a car accident, shouldn't I have amnesia?

That's how it's done in spy dramas. He didn't recognise anyone around him.

However, he had a very clear memory of what had happened.

He remembered very clearly that the car had crashed into a rock. Then he had fainted.

He also remembered that it was around 3am...

And that it was near Zaixing Road...

Shit, that doesn't make sense!

Shouldn't the plot have arranged for a concussion or something?

Why did it feel like his memory had improved after the crash? Could it be that, as the saying goes, every injury strengthens the body?

If you get injured 9,999 times, you'll be invincible?

This is so boring. I don't feel any pain. I'm even more energetic than usual when I wake up.

This is so not scientific...

This is seriously not scientific...

So I opened my eyes.

'He's awake!'

'He's awake!'

Someone next to me shouted.

Zhang Yong opened his eyes. He saw Wei Yong. He saw Yang Zhi.

When he looked at the others, he recognised them all. And he remembered their names. That little Cantonese guy, Zhao Chunbo...

Oh, my memory has not been affected. My body seems to be fine too.

This is a bit ridiculous. How can I call in sick like this? It's easy to fake an illness...

At this point, a doctor came in.

'Doctor, how am I?'

'You're lucky. No broken bones. No internal bleeding. And no obvious external injuries.'

'Doctor, should I be checked again?'

'You've already been checked over and over. You really are fine. Otherwise, you wouldn't have woken up so quickly.'

'But I crashed my car! It was a serious crash.'

'That's why it's a miracle.'

'No, there might be other injuries that we haven't found yet?'

'If there were, you wouldn't be talking so confidently. Other patients in car accidents at this time would still be in a coma!'

'So how long have I been in a coma? Three days? Five days? Seven days?'

'Five hours.'

'Five hours?'

'Yes. It's 8am. They said the accident happened at around 3am.'

'No...'

Zhang Yong felt incredible.

And a little annoyed. Shit. He'd only been unconscious for a few hours.

And the doctor actually said he wasn't seriously injured. Really. Can you see internal injuries? I've internal bleeding...

But that was rash. I actually spoke to the doctor for so long. Anyone looking at you would see you're fine!

If you were really hurt, could you have talked to the doctor for so long?

Sigh, I need to call in sick...

I need to rest, I need a vacation...

Stand up.

Wiggle your butt. Three circles to the left, three circles to the right. Wiggle your neck...

Sigh, it seems like I really am fine.

What the heck...

I wish I could really get hurt and stay in the hospital for a week or two!

It's so comfortable being in the hospital, no need to work...

And there are pretty nurses to look at.

In this day and age, there are indeed many pretty nurses.

Because there are so few hospitals and nursing positions, those who are selected are all quite attractive...

Stop.

Stop.

I'm thinking too much.

Since there's nothing wrong, I'd better get back to work.

A few hours in the hospital is just like sleeping. Alas, I feel even more curly than Mao Renfeng...

'Secretary Mao!'

Suddenly, someone from outside said hello.

Zhang Yong's expression changed.

Huh? Is Mao Renfeng here? What is the King of Curls doing here?

'Shaolong!'

Sure enough, a moment later, Mao Renfeng entered.

Zhang Yong first noticed his red circles under his eyes. He must have stayed up late last night. However, he looked full of energy.

King of curls, super king of curls, the entire secret service was dead from his curling.

Standing up politely, 'Secretary Mao.'

'How are you?' Mao Renfeng said with concern, 'Don't get out of bed, and observe for a couple of days.'

'But the Changgang Road surveillance point...' Zhang Yong pretended to be in trouble.

Two days of rest was no problem. But lying in bed was out of the question. In his previous life, he had lain down for a few days and almost wished he were dead.

I want a holiday. Not a bedridden holiday. Otherwise, I'd rather go to work.

'That...' Mao Renfeng pondered.

Zhang Yong then waved everyone out, and asked, 'Is it serious?'

'Six of our brothers have been killed.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was stunned.

Six people died?

No way? Such a big case?

You must know that these six men were all heavily armed!

How could it be...

'It wasn't the Red Party.'

'Of course not. The Red Party doesn't have the capabilities.'

'Then who could it be?'

Zhang Yong was really curious.

First rule out the Red Party. They don't have the capabilities.

Then the Party Investigation Department?

Or the Japanese spies?

It seems that the Party Investigation Department also doesn't have the capabilities.

The point is, the Party Investigation Department is the sworn enemy. As long as they show up, the people of the Fuxing Society will definitely be on their guard.

'Could it be someone from our own ranks?'

'Alas...'

Mao Renfeng sighed.

Zhang Yong knew the answer. Indeed, the suspicion was an internal traitor.

The ability to kill six agents in a row meant that this person was probably still a high-ranking member of the Fuxing Society's Special Services Department.

At least a team leader or above. Or even a group leader...

Oh my!

Zhang Yong dared not think any further.

If it's a team leader, what's going to happen? There are only a few team leaders in the secret service!

It's over!

Internal self-examination is the most terrifying thing.

But there's no other way. Otherwise, it'll happen again next time.

I'm not afraid of having a traitor in my own ranks. What I'm most afraid of is that the traitor is untraceable. If we don't catch this traitor, the head of the secret service won't be able to sleep at night.

But Zhang Yong really couldn't figure it out.

It definitely wasn't someone from the Red Party. Then who was it? Who was the traitor in their midst?

Could it be that someone in the Fuxing Society had already been bought over by the Japanese? Even so, why would he want to empty this surveillance point?

"What was that place originally used for surveillance?'

'Chen Longping.'

'What does he do?'

'He's from the Chen family.'

'Huh?'

Zhang Yong was stunned.

The Chen family that Mao Renfeng was referring to was of course the Chen Lifu and Chen Guofu family.

This is unbelievable. What is going on?

The secret service of the Restoration Society is secretly monitoring the Chen family?

Is that spying on the Chen family?

Oh my!

Was it the order of the chairman?

Or did the head of the department act on his own?

If it was the former, it is very scary. It shows that the chairman doesn't trust the Chen family either.

If it was the latter, it is even more terrifying. It shows that the head of the department is involved in a power struggle at a very high level. The result will naturally be very cruel.

So, was the surveillance point taken out by someone hired by the Chen family?

Or is there a traitor planted by the Chen family within the Restoration Society?

Someone was bribed by Chen Jia?

It's all so confusing...

I'm just rambling...

'I'll go and have a look!'

'Let's go!'

Zhang Yong arrived at Changgang Road. It looked pretty normal here!

There were no messy buildings. They were all new houses. Most of them were two or three storeys high.

At that time, there wasn't so much steel and cement, and there wasn't enough lime, so ordinary houses were built with bricks and mortar, which wasn't strong enough.

Frame structures and the like were a thing of the future. Buildings over four storeys were rare.

Residential buildings were basically two storeys. Rarely did they have three storeys.

The surveillance point was in a residential building around the corner from the street. The binoculars were on the third floor.

Strictly speaking, it was an illegal loft. A person could not stand up straight in the middle of it.

'Which action group are they from?'

'The Special Task Force.'

'Oh...'

Zhang Yong then stopped asking.

This Special Task Force does not carry out fieldwork. It is only responsible for internal security.

For example, guarding Goose Alley. Looking after prisoners. On the vast majority of occasions, they are invisible.

However, this incident made Zhang Yong realise that this Special Task Force is not as simple as it seems. They are actually quietly carrying out surveillance tasks.

Or monitoring the Chen family.

Thinking about it, he felt relieved. How could the head of the department afford to keep idle people?

Even if they are the Special Forces, they can be called out to fight. They usually hide in the shadows and are even less well-known.

Cold sweat trickled down his back.

What other secret forces did the Director have at his disposal?

He was so deep-seated that it was impossible for him to play all his cards for you to see. If he hadn't died by accident, it would be difficult for anyone else to bring him down, I'm afraid.

'Two on the first floor.'

'Two on the second floor.'

'Two on the third floor.'

Mao Renfeng gave a detailed introduction.

Six agents, killed on three floors.

All with Browning 9mm pistols. One shot to the head. Close range. Head shot. Bullet in the temple.

Zhang Yong was even more surprised.

They were killed in such a scattered manner?

The people on the first floor were killed, and the people on the second floor didn't react at all? And the third floor. Not a clue?

The more he heard, the weirder it sounded.

If there was really such a master, could he do it without anyone knowing?

Unless there was a silencer...

Huh?

Wait.

There's no way there was a silencer, is there?

He shook his head.

A silencer isn't omnipotent. Even with a silencer, there's no way you can do it without making a sound.

In fact, the function of a silencer is to weaken the sound. It doesn't completely eliminate the sound. If you're close by, you can still hear it very clearly. As an agent of the Fuxing Society, he couldn't have been completely unaware.

'At that time...'

'What?'

'At that time, there happened to be a wedding procession passing by, and firecrackers were set off the whole way...'

'Ah...'

Zhang Yong remembered something.

It seems that on one occasion, the Red Party used the sound of firecrackers as cover when eliminating a traitor.

In the crackling sound of firecrackers, it would be difficult to hear even without a silencer. Because the sound of firecrackers at close range is indeed very loud.

Well, it shows that the enemy was also prepared. They were also experts.

After the wedding procession passed by, it is estimated that the whereabouts are unknown. Even if they were caught, they are estimated to know very little inside information.

Their task was to desperately set off firecrackers at the street corner.

They definitely did not know anything about other murders or assassinations. That was the killer's business. In this way, the difficulty has been drastically reduced.

Moreover, the traitor seems to be questionable.

With the sound of firecrackers as cover, it seems that outsiders can also do it?

Of course, the suspicion of a traitor is still very high.

You need to know how many people are inside. Know their distribution. Then you can act.

There were no signs of fierce fighting at the scene.

Judging from the subsequent inspection, none of the six agents had a chance to fight back.

'What do you want me to do?'

'Investigate the traitor.'

'I don't know how!'

'Learn slowly!'

'This...'

Zhang Yong was speechless.

It seems that everyone looks up to me!

Everyone has entrusted me with important tasks. But I really have limited abilities!

Even if the director-general of the department personally investigates the matter of the spy, it may not lead to any results. If I, a rookie, were to investigate it, it would be a joke, wouldn't it?

I have to investigate the creep...

I have to investigate the spy...

I have to catch the Japanese spy...

Ahhh, I demand triple pay! I'm working three jobs at once!

Suddenly, a thought occurred to me.

I noticed a small white dot, as if it were prowling nearby.

At first, I didn't think it was strange. But soon I noticed that the person seemed to be moving around the surveillance point.

Could it be...

Never mind. Let's catch him first and see.

'Wei Yong!'

'Here!'

'Go with me to catch someone!'

'Yes!'