Wang Dabao asked his uncle, Wang Tiangao, to work the night shift, which was until 1 a.m.
Wang Dabao is on duty from 1 a.m. until dawn.
After leaving the private room, Wang Dabao sat down on a chair in the opposite corridor. Gazing at the darkness passing by outside the glass window, he lit a cigarette, his thoughts drifting back to Beijing.
There was the woman he loved, and there was his home.
He was about to get married, but he didn't have the same fear of marriage he had in his later life. On the contrary, he was looking forward to it. It was his first time getting married in both his lives, and also the first time he had truly fallen in love with a girl.
Xiao Su was very dependent on him; whenever the two of them were together, she wanted to stick to him like glue.
Perhaps most men don't like this feeling, but Wang Dabao just happens to enjoy it.
As he stubbed out his cigarette, Wang Dabao turned his head and glanced at a woman sitting not far away, across a private room, weeping with her face covered.
The woman's clothing was quite fashionable for that era, and even in the dim light, Wang Dabao's sharp eyesight allowed him to see it clearly.
She was a very beautiful woman, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old.
"Sizzle!"
The woman, wiping away her tears, took out a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled a deep puff; she was clearly an experienced user.
The cigarette butt glowed intermittently, and the woman's face was full of sorrow, as if she would burst into tears at any moment.
Wang Dabao turned his gaze to the dark night sky outside the window. He had no interest in knowing the woman's past, even though she looked like a woman with a story and a lot of charm.
After sitting outside for a while, Wang Dabao returned to the private room.
Three days passed in a flash, and everything went smoothly without any accidents.
This made Wang Tiangao somewhat depressed. Feng Biao advised him that even if there were enemy agents, they would most likely not make a move on the train, so the journey from the train to the destination was the time when he should be most alert.
Wang Tiangao perked up, while Wang Dabao shook his head and smiled, hoping that Feng Biao's mouth wasn't blessed, otherwise he would definitely beat him up when they got back.
At 8:35 a.m., the train arrived at Longjiang Station.
After parking, Wang Dabao glanced at the time; it was only twenty minutes later than expected, which was not bad.
Wang Dabao left the group in the private compartment and did not rush to get off the train. Instead, he asked Feng Biao to follow the crowd to the platform first.
After confirming that everything was in order, Wang Dabao waited until everyone in the compartment had disembarked and moved a distance from the platform before leading the four of them out of the compartment.
The group then met up with Feng Biao, and after walking a dozen meters forward, a group of people came to greet them.
The man at the front had a stern face, a build comparable to Wang Tiangao's, standing at least 1.9 meters tall, and around 40 years old.
The man finally fixed his gaze on Wang Dabao: "Comrade Wang Dabao?"
"I am Wang Dabao, and you are Comrade Zhao Chaoyang?"
He held my hands tightly together. "That's right, we contacted each other before you left."
Wang Dabao laughed heartily: "Heavenly King covers the Earth Tiger!"
"Chicken stew with mushrooms!"
Zhao Chaoyang answered very smoothly.
Zhao Chaoyang, a burly man, is the head of the security department at Longjiang Heavy Machinery Factory. The two spoke on the phone that morning.
Like the steel rolling mill, Longjiang Heavy Machinery Plant is a deputy-department-level factory directly under a ministry, but its security department has less than half the number of people as the steel rolling mill.
After exchanging the secret code, the two seemed to have grown much closer.
Then, two people behind Zhao Chaoyang stepped forward and shook hands with Wang Dabao and the others. The two were Secretary Wang, the top leader of Longjiang Heavy Machinery, and Director Li, the second-in-command.
The Party Secretary and the Factory Director both came to greet him, giving "Safe" a great deal of face.
Actually, if Deputy Factory Director Sun's position were transferred here, he would be promoted one level, which would be the position of Factory Director Li across the street.
Without delay, the group exchanged a few pleasantries and immediately left the platform, boarded the car prepared by Longjiang, and headed to the machinery factory.
Wang Dabao's group consisted of six people, while the opposing side had five, two of whom were members of the security department.
The four cars were occupied by Secretary Wang, Factory Director Li, and Zhao Chaoyang in the first car, while Wang Dabao, Deputy Factory Director Su, and Expert Zhao were in the second car. Wang Tiangao, Feng Biao, and Engineer Xiao Lu were in the third car, and the last car was occupied by colleagues from the machinery factory.
Wang Dabao's large black gun has been stored in his spatial storage, ensuring he can access it at any time. This is much more convenient than carrying it on his waist; he can simply slip his hand into his pocket and the gun is in his hand.
The four vehicles were spaced about 20 to 30 meters apart. It must have snowed heavily in Longjiang a couple of days ago, and many parts of the road surface had been compacted by pedestrians.
Such roads pose a significant challenge to the braking of cars in this era.
Wang Dabao felt a strange sense of unease. He had felt the same way before the attack when he was escorting precision parts. He cursed Feng Biao for being a jinx and vowed to give him a good beating when he got back.
Reaching into his pocket, Wang Dabao pulled out the Big Black Star.
After loading the gun, he carefully observed the surrounding movements. As long as the enemy didn't fire a mortar, he had a way to kill them.
As the vehicles began to cross the intersection, a truck suddenly drove out. By then, Zhao Chaoyang and his group had already crossed the intersection, and the truck headed straight for Wang Dabao's vehicle.
The driver reacted quickly. Although he wasn't seriously damaged by the truck, he grazed the rear of his vehicle, causing it to overturn and slide off course.
Zhao Chaoyang's car braked suddenly, but it only came to a stop after six or seven meters. Before he could even stand up, Zhao Chaoyang had already jumped out of the car.
Wang Dabao reacted quickly as well. When the truck appeared, he had already determined that it was coming for them and immediately warned Deputy Factory Manager Sun and Expert Zhao.
Fortunately, the driver reacted quickly, and all four people in the car were unharmed.
Wang Dabao kicked open the car door, rolled out of the car, and raised his gun to shoot at a grain and oil shop across the street.
Just as the vehicle overturned, Wang Dabao saw four or five people rush out of the grain and oil shop. There weren't many of them, but their weapons were frightening.
These men were carrying two submachine guns, both high-quality domestically made.
Wang Dabao only fired three shots before being suppressed by the enemy's firepower. Fortunately, every shot hit its mark, leaving only two of the enemy soldiers.
However, one of them picked up his companion's submachine gun and opened fire on them.
Ta-da-ta-da...
The popping sounds of beans bursting everywhere were so dense that no one dared to show their face.
Seizing the opportunity, Wang Dabao fired three more shots, silencing the opposing team.
All five people died.
All five were shot in the head, and one of them was also shot in the ankle.
Wang Dabao hurriedly ran back. He couldn't let anything happen to Deputy Factory Manager Sun and Expert Zhao, otherwise the mission would only be half completed.
These enemies are even using submachine guns; they're definitely tough nut to crack.
If it weren't for Wang Dabao, that killing machine, several of these people would have been killed.
"How are you? Where are you hurt?" Wang Dabao pried open the back door and looked at Deputy Factory Director Sun, whose face was covered in blood.
Deputy Factory Manager Sun was terrified.
He had never seen such a scene before, but he still answered Wang Dabao's question quickly.
"I'm not hurt, I'm not hurt. I just bumped my nose and it's bleeding."
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