In a large hall at the intelligence headquarters, sixteen prominent figures who had been kidnapped that morning sat in a row. Some of them were disheveled, including Fan Zhongfu. They had all been subjected to coercive measures by the intelligence headquarters' agents during the kidnapping, leaving them in a sorry state.
Fan Zhongfu was blindfolded and gagged with a cloth strip after being put into the car by the secret agents. The cloth strips were only removed when he entered the hall.
He looked around at his surroundings and saw the other dozen or so people. He felt a pang of bitterness in his heart. He quickly realized that this operation was probably not just targeting him.
He asked Deng Mingxiang beside him in a deep voice, "Where is my driver?"
From the gunfire today, Fan Zhongfu knew that his bodyguard Chen Hongmin must have engaged in a fierce gun battle with the enemy to protect him. Judging from the disparity in numbers, Chen Hongmin was probably in grave danger. He was extremely anxious. Chen Hongmin had been his bodyguard for many years, and the two were like family. Of course, he was extremely eager to know whether Chen Hongmin was alive or dead.
Deng Mingxiang ignored Fan Zhongfu's question. He pointed to the row of seats in front of him and said indifferently, "Stay put and do as we say. We'll let you go back when the time comes. Otherwise, don't blame us for being impolite."
After saying this, two agents escorted Fan Zhongfu to a seat. At this moment, a waitress in a cheongsam came over, placed tea and fruit on the coffee table in front of him, and offered Fan Zhongfu cigarettes attentively.
Fan Zhongfu coldly waved his hand to stop her. The waitress smiled slightly, put the cigarette on the table, and turned to leave.
Fan Zhongfu looked around at the people around him. He recognized a few of them; they were all celebrities in Shanghai's education circles, either well-known professors or principals and assistant principals. They had all been forcibly brought here. The group exchanged bitter smiles but dared not say anything. The notorious reputation of No. 76 was growing daily. They were murderers, robbers, extortionists, and all sorts of evil deeds. Even if they really killed a few intellectuals, probably no one would care.
Just then, a middle-aged man in a sharp suit walked into the hall. He was tall and well-mannered, with his hair neatly combed and wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He had an excellent appearance.
He walked up to the crowd in a few steps, smiled slightly, and introduced himself: "Ladies and gentlemen, I am Tang Weimin, the propaganda officer of the new government. I have invited you all here today to celebrate the convening of the Sixth National Congress of my new government. Please forgive any intrusion on my part."
After saying that, he chuckled twice, but when he saw that everyone was silent, his eyes suddenly turned sharp.
His tone became serious, and he continued, "Everyone should understand the current situation. The new government is like the rising sun; its establishment and development are unstoppable. It will be very beneficial for everyone to take a firm stand early on. We will treat everyone well. Enough said. I, Tang, welcome you all to participate in the peace movement. Please do not doubt me. We must strive and fight for the new government and for the peace movement..."
The monologue quickly came to an end. Tang Weimin had already anticipated everyone's attitude, and this was merely a formality. He nodded, turned, and left.
At the same time, another person walked in from outside the hall. This person was thin as a rake, but had a fierce look in his eyes. He was Ding Mo, the director of the Special Agent Headquarters. He looked everyone over before waving his hand. Several agents stepped forward and placed a swearing-in certificate for joining the new government in front of everyone, and then put a pen and inkpad on it.
Ding Mo then spoke up, "Gentlemen, I won't waste any more words. Each of you should sign your name and put your fingerprint on it. That will make you our new government's National Assembly representatives."
At this moment, an old man suddenly spoke up: "I, Liu, have always been neutral and do not participate in politics. What you are doing is surely making things difficult for me!"
Ding Mo glanced at him coldly and said indifferently, "Mr. Liu, even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about your family. It's one thing that your wife died young, but you still have a son and two daughters in Shanghai. I've said all I can to reason with you, so I won't say any more. If things really come to a head, you'll regret it!"
When he said this, his face was stern and his words were threatening, which frightened everyone into silence. At this moment, Deng Mingxiang pulled out a pistol and stepped forward to aim at the nearest middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was so nervous that he let out a cry and quickly picked up a pen to sign his name on the affidavit.
Then, under duress, everyone else signed their names and pressed their fingerprints. Fan Zhongfu took a deep breath. He knew that at this point, he had no choice but to cooperate, otherwise these traitors would show no mercy whatsoever.
Seeing that everyone had completed the procedure, Ding Mo nodded in satisfaction. This task was personally assigned by Zhou Fushan, and he had to do it well.
He turned to Deng Mingxiang and ordered, "We must bring back everyone on the list today. You need to be quick about it!"
Deng Mingxiang quickly nodded in agreement, and Ding Mo then strode out of the hall. As soon as Ding Mo left, Deng Mingxiang seemed to remember something, so he also quickly left, turned around and walked into the office building, arriving at the office of Deputy Director Li Zhiqun.
He knocked gently on the door, and Secretary Zhuang opened it. Seeing that it was Deng Mingxiang, he nodded in acknowledgment, reported to Li Zhiqun, and then led Deng Mingxiang into Li Zhiqun's office.
Deng Mingxiang was the captain of the Third Action Team, personally promoted by Li Zhiqun, so he was naturally considered one of Li's men. Li Zhiqun asked kindly, "Mingxiang, is there anything I can help you with?"
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