Du Jingshan braced his hands on the windowsill and leaped into the room.
He sat on the windowsill, leisurely watching Zhao Jingsong sitting on the ground.
Zhao Jingsong was clearly stunned by his question, and just stared at him blankly.
Du Jingshan had to admit that Zhao Jingsong's expression at this moment was both silly and cute, and somewhat funny!
He continued, "What? You're too scared to talk? If you don't, you can just wait to die in this room."
I gave you some IV fluids and water yesterday. Given your current physical condition, you'll be gone in a couple of days!
We believe in returning to one's roots. If you die and can return to this land, to be buried in your own country, then you've died a worthy death!
After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to climb out of the window and leave when, unsurprisingly, Zhao Jingsong's voice came from behind him!
Zhao Jingsong hurriedly shouted, "Don't go! Don't go! I beg you, don't go! I don't want to die!"
"I've died once enough. When I was in the container, I thought I was going to die this time. When I was so thirsty, I thought I was going to die."
He started crying as he spoke; the feeling of being on the verge of death was so terrifying that just thinking about it now makes his whole body tremble uncontrollably.
Nobody likes to die. As long as you can live, who would want to die?
Du Jingshan turned around and asked, "You don't want to die? Then tell me honestly! Who gave you intelligence back in China?"
Who are the people who pass on information to you? What are their names?!
Zhao Jingsong lowered his head, his eyes darting around. The next moment, he said, "I don't know who sent me the intelligence. The intelligence was sent via telegraph."
All I know is that telegraph machines in China transmit telegrams from the capital to the Northeast, and then from the Northeast to the country. There are people in Russia who are responsible for calling me.
Once they received and translated the telegram, they telegraphed me, telling me its contents.
He was telling the truth; that's how the intelligence got out.
After all, telegraph machines have limited transmission distances, so the message could only be transmitted little by little from the capital to the Northeast.
As long as the telegram can be transmitted abroad, the comrades responsible for receiving it overseas will translate it and call him directly to inform him of its contents.
Du Jingshan frowned. If that's the case, then there must be quite a few people responsible for passing on intelligence to Zhao Jingsong!
He asked, "How do you know about the research and development of nuclear weapons?"
Your people have been planted in the nuclear weapons research team, haven't they?!
Zhao Jingsong's small eyes darted around, and he said, "You're right, someone has been planted in the nuclear weapons research team."
Du Jingshan asked, "Who is that person?!"
Zhao Jingsong said, "I don't know who that person is, how could I know?"
All I knew was that he had intelligence, so I instructed the person in charge of transmitting the intelligence to send a telegram.
Du Jingshan said, "You don't want to say it, right? Then don't say it, never say it again."
He jumped off the windowsill and slammed the window shut.
Zhao Jingsong was so frightened that he jumped up from the ground, completely ignoring the pain in his leg. He rushed to the window and pounded on the glass.
He shouted, "Don't leave me! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! I'm telling you, okay?"
Du Jingshan opened the window and asked, "Tell me!"
Zhao Jingsong licked his lips and said, "I'm so thirsty, can I have some water? I'll tell you after I drink some!"
He was thinking to himself that he would get the food and drinks first, and then deal with the man!
As long as he has a full meal and enough water, he can last at least three to five days!
Du Jingshan said, "Want food and water? That depends on whether the information you provide is useful. If it's not, why should I give you food and water?"
Zhao Jingsong said, "The information I provide will definitely be useful to you, but what if I tell you and you turn around and leave without giving me water and food?"
I won't say a word until I see water and food!
Du Jingshan said, "Want water and food? Okay, I'll get them for you!"
He waved his hand under the windowsill, releasing various delicious canned goods directly from his spatial storage, which were in a large net bag.
Anyway, Zhao Jingsong couldn't see what was happening below the window.
He placed the large net bag on the windowsill and patted the various cans inside.
He said, "How about these? They'll definitely satisfy your appetite! And these bottles of water will be enough for you to drink all day."
He then picked up several water jugs painted green from under the windowsill. These aluminum jugs were essential for people traveling to carry water.
That's just how it is these days. The most common water bottles are these military green aluminum ones, and then there are the nicer plastic ones.
However, plastic kettles are more expensive, so people still prefer to use aluminum kettles.
Zhao Jingsong saw the rows of green aluminum kettles, and his lips involuntarily pursed.
He was so thirsty that he reached out to grab a jug of water.
Du Jingshan picked up all the things and put them under the windowsill.
He said, "You haven't told me your name yet! Tell me your name first. Don't try to fool me with a fake name. I know everyone in the research team. I know their names!"
Zhao Jingsong's face twitched. He hadn't expected that the man in front of him would be familiar with people in the nuclear weapons research team!
If that's the case, if he just says someone's name, the other person will definitely know he's lying!
He can't afford to lose either his canned meat or his water!
He still needs these things to stay alive!
He hesitated for a moment and then said, "Alright, since you asked, I'll tell you."
I assure you you'll know I'm telling the truth the moment you hear it! You definitely know this person; he's very famous in the nuclear weapons research team!
Du Jingshan said, "Who are you talking about? Give me the full name and surname, and how old is he/she?!"
Zhao Jingsong said, "He's about twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old this year, maybe twenty-seven or twenty-eight."
Age doesn't matter, what matters is that he's an adopted child!
Du Jingshan said, "Go on!"
Zhao Jingsong patted the can of meat and the water bottle and said, "Could I have some first? My mouth is so dry and I'm so hungry, I don't have the strength to talk!"
He reached out to Du Jingshan for the item, fearing that if he told Du Jingshan everything, Du Jingshan wouldn't give him anything!
Du Jingshan sneered, "Heh, you're quite clever. It seems you've done a lot of bad things to have developed such a cunning mind!"
Okay, since the information you provided seems somewhat useful, I'll give you a can of meat and a bottle of water.
He handed Zhao Jingsong a military green aluminum kettle, and then tossed him a can of food.
Zhao Jingsong took the water bottle, unscrewed the cap, and drank the water in big gulps. He was so thirsty, like someone in a desert, desperately needing a lot of water!
He drank the whole pot of water, wiped his mouth, and realized it still wasn't enough; he felt he could drink just as much.
Du Jingshan said, "Hurry up and continue. Tell me his name, and I'll get you another bottle of water!"
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