The Kyoto Public Security Bureau was also very busy that day.

Many people came to surrender, pointing out that they were all spies.

Some people said that the person who set up the gambling game was a spy who lured him into gambling and into debt, and asked him to steal information in order to offset the debt.

Some people said that his colleague was a spy, and after that colleague treated him to dinner many times, he became addicted to drugs.

In order to take drugs, he lost everything, lost his job, his parents were furious, and his wife ran away with the children. His colleague asked him to trick people into joining the game, and he would only let him take drugs once if he tricked one person.

He deceived many people for this, and after joining the so-called organization, he found out that the organization was evil and his superiors were spies.

So he came to surrender himself and report.

Some people said that my wife's classmate was a spy and asked my wife for information many times.

Because everyone only has verbal evidence, the police need to find evidence to prove that the person they are talking about is a spy.

But it is not so easy for them to find evidence.

Grandpa Jing mentioned this matter to Grandpa Si while they were drinking tea, and his expression was both happy and worried.

The good news is that everyone has realized that being a spy will not end well, so they have voluntarily surrendered themselves.

What is worrying is that those reports have no substantial evidence and there is nothing we can do about those people.

It is simply unrealistic to send three or four people to stake out those people every day to look for evidence.

Where do so many professionals come from?

Grandpa Si comforted him: "At least for a long time, those spies will stay quiet, and those who want to become spies will think twice."

What the motherland needs now is time, and the masters... have gained it for them.

If there is a shock every once in a while in the future, maybe the spies will be scared, really scared.

"Is it possible?" Grandpa Jing asked.

"As long as you're afraid of death, it's possible. Do you think spies aren't afraid of death?"

"But being afraid of death and actually dying are two different things. If you're not discovered, you won't die, right?"

Grandpa Si scoffed, "Then he needs to make sure first, can he really avoid being discovered?"

"Uh..." Grandpa Jing couldn't answer this question.

The five people who died in the past two days were in high positions, but in the end their identities were exposed and they died tragically, didn’t they?

Who can guarantee that they will never be discovered?

Grandpa Jing was relieved. The more afraid those people were, the safer the country would be.

He laughed and said, "Old Si, have your Xiaoyu talk to the experts and ask them to help deter him every once in a while."

Grandpa Si scoffed, "I'll give you Xiaoyu's phone number and you can talk to him."

The masters helped so much, but didn't receive any thanks or supplies, and were even held back by them.

The master is looking for spies, and his own people are hiding spies, but he still suspects that the master has evil intentions and is not a good person.

What a huge irony!

Grandpa Jing noticed it and asked, "Old Si, are you in a bad mood?"

"Do you know how many calls I've received these past two days cursing the master? They're clearly the ones shielding the spies and facilitating their work, yet they're still doubting the master and questioning Xiaoyu and me. Are you, are you angry?"

Grandpa Jing remained silent. This matter was indeed quite ironic.

The dangers of spies were repeatedly emphasized, but some people were too old and confused to listen, and their efforts, sacrifices and hard work were almost destroyed.

We are told not to forget national humiliation, but only a few years have passed and some people have already forgotten the infringements suffered by the country and the insults and harm suffered by the people.

That should be a memory engraved in the bones, never forgotten!

The content of the conversation was too heavy, and the two old men closed their eyes deeply, suddenly missing their comrades who had fought side by side with them.

**

Su Qingzhu returned to Team 3, thought about it, and told his family that he would be away for a week.

That night, she came to the sky above the island country, collected all the Chinese cultural relics into the space, and then dropped a missile on the island country museum, Yasukuni Shrine and the Prime Minister's Office.

Let you invade, let you kill, let you create viruses, let you pollute!

The missiles were tiny but powerful. They directly created hundreds of meters deep pits in those three places and also caused earthquakes.

Su Qingzhu didn't care about the consequences.

She came to the mountain where she had talked with Si Jingyu, lay in the cold snow and looked at the starry sky. Suddenly, she felt a pain in her heart, her throat felt sweet, and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

She seemed unaware of this and lay motionless on the ground.

If she didn't want to cherish this hard-earned second life, she really wanted to sink the island country at all costs.

When Si Jingyu, who was far away, received the call about the bombing of the island country, he was stunned for a moment.

Did his Qingzhu go there to vent his anger?

Then he felt a pain in his heart and suddenly vomited blood.

Chen Ke beside him was terrified, "Sir, what's wrong with you?"

Si Jingyu touched his chest, which no longer hurt, and it wasn't him.

So it’s... Qingzhu?

Is this the price she paid for bombing the island nation?

Si Jingyu hurriedly dialed the Su family's phone number.

Su's father answered the phone.

"Xiaoyu, are you looking for Nannan?"

Father Su told Si Jingyu: "Nannan went out. She said she was going to Yuecheng to see her friends. Didn't she tell you?"

Si Jingyu frowned, "I've been busy these past two days and haven't contacted her."

"Oh, so she said she'll be out for a week, so why don't you call her back in a week?"

Si Jingyu: "I'm sorry for calling you late at night and disturbing your sleep."

"Oh, it's okay. The purpose of installing the phone is to make calls."

"Then I'll call back in a week."

"good."

After hanging up the phone, Si Jingyu was at a loss. If Qingzhu didn't go home, where would she go?

He stood up and went upstairs. Chen Ke chased after him and said, "Sir, why don't we go to the hospital for a checkup?"

"No, it's not me."

Chen Ke: “???”

What the hell?

"Sir, I'm not blind. It was you who vomited blood."

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