Fu Shengyuan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his wife had given up on visiting the elderly. He put his hands on Ding Mingzhen's shoulders and said softly, "We are both soldiers of the Party and the State. Since ancient times, loyalty to the country and filial piety cannot be fulfilled at the same time. I can only ask that you make do!"
The two men were both saddened and somewhat depressed. They remained silent for a while. Suddenly, Fu Shengyuan seemed to remember something, frowned, and asked, "How did your brother contact you? Did he use the home phone?"
Ding Mingzhen shook her head and said, "No, I once told him that if there is an emergency, he can only contact me using a public phone that he doesn't need, and the call cannot be too long, nor can he mention my name on the phone."
Fu Shengyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head, saying, "Alas! If this operation succeeds, it will naturally be a great achievement, but the situation in Qingdao will become even worse, followed by more rigorous searches and manhunts, making our days even more difficult."
Mingzhen, to be honest, I'm not asking for any reward from headquarters. I just want to use my connections to beg the Director to transfer us back to the rear so we can have a few peaceful days.
"Are you dreaming? If you dare to mention it, the Director will definitely punish you and me for retreating in the face of battle. Have you forgotten the rules of the Military Intelligence Bureau?"
Ding Mingzhen rolled her eyes at her husband, but she knew that this was just his grumbling. Even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare to make such an absurd request.
Fu Shengyuan smiled bitterly upon hearing this. He was just saying it casually. He knew the director's character well. He was extremely strict with his subordinates. How could he dare to provoke this tiger?
Fu Shengyuan didn't say anything more. He was used to checking the doors and windows before closing up shop, so he turned around and left the room, walking towards the stairs. He had only gone halfway when he heard the sound of tables and chairs falling downstairs.
He frowned and hurried to the tea shop's lobby, but what he saw there stunned him. One of the doors was open, and the waiter, Old Zhao, was lying diagonally on a table and chair, his neck bent at a sharp angle, his head drooping limply to the side, and he was already lifeless.
At the same time, he was also surrounded by people, with two dark gun barrels pressed against his forehead.
"Don't move, or you'll die!"
Fu Shengyuan froze instantly, his heart sank, and for a moment his blood seemed to freeze. He knew that things were beyond repair!
At this moment, a middle-aged man stood in the middle of the hall, dressed in tattered clothes. He reached out and took off his tattered felt hat, smiled, cupped his hands towards Fu Shengyuan, and said, "Brother Shengyuan, it's been many years since we last met. How have you been?"
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