John Walker is also old.
His silver-white hair is meticulously combed back.
His three-piece British tweed suit shows the style of a British gentleman.
He also has an umbrella at hand.
The Times and umbrellas are essential items for British gentlemen. , from this it can be seen that he either maintains a rigid British style for a long time, or he just came from London.
"Marshuai Chen, we haven't seen each other for twenty years, right?"
Mr.
Walker's Chinese has some Jiangdong accent, which sounds very friendly.
"Nineteen years and two months, how are you doing, John?"
Chen Zikun said.
"So-so.
In fact, I have retired.
The day before yesterday, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs sent someone to find me from Liverpool.
They put me on a plane and flew to Hong Kong for no reason.
It was not until ten minutes ago that I knew the person I wanted to see was you. , Damn it, weren’t you killed in the great Cultural Revolution?”
Walker looked full of complaints.
There were three people standing next to him.
They all looked like ordinary British people, but the cold war flavor oozing from their bones was heart-stopping.
They must be senior agents of MI5.
Chen Zikun said: "John, it's great to see you.
Get me out of this hellish place.
My family is waiting impatiently."
Walker shrugged and said, "I'm afraid not.
If you don't let them get what they want, I'm afraid you will have to live here for a while."
As he spoke, he suddenly came over and whispered: "Take me hostage, quickly."
Chen Zikun did not hesitate, strangled Walker's neck, and exposed the sharp glass shards he had just hidden with his other hand, pointing the tip towards Walker's neck artery, and shouted sternly: "Don't even move."
The agents immediately drew their guns and aimed five guns at him.
The glass shards probed forward and pierced into the flesh of Walker's neck: "Don't make me kill anyone."
Presumably because of Walker's relatively noble status, the agents were obviously hesitant.
Walker yelled: "Put down your guns, you idiots, Her Majesty the Queen didn't pay you to stay here in a daze."
"Calm down, Sir Walker, I guarantee you will not be harmed in any way."
A middle-aged agent said.
Walker said coldly: "I'm afraid I have to remind you that General Chen is not as weak as you think.
He dared to fire on British warships in the 1920s.
I believe there is nothing in the world that he dare not do. " "Put the gun down."
Chen Zikun reiterated again, this time in English.
He wanted the other party to understand that private conversations could not be hidden from him.
Sure enough, the agents lowered their guns and backed away slowly.
Chen Zikun held Walker hostage and pressed forward step by step.
He hooked his toes and turned a pistol away.
He threw away the glass and put a pistol against Walker's head.
"You are still so agile," Walker said.
"Thank you, John."
Chen Zikun replied.
Walker walked forward very cooperatively.
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He was familiar with the road.
Chen Zikun followed him closely.
The agents were very honest and cooperative, and did not show any intention of taking risks.
However, Chen Zikun understood that the more this happened, the more fishy it was.
After exiting a door, a person suddenly jumped out from the side.
Chen Zikun had already taken precautions.
He turned his gun and shot the man in the stomach.
A bright light flashed in the distance.
He raised his hand and shot again.
A sniper.
Falling from the roof.
"My marksmanship is very good, but I don't want to try again."
Chen Zikun said.
After being imprisoned for ten days, I saw the sun for the first time and realized that the outside world was very beautiful.
The mountain wind was howling, and the sparkling sea was in the distance.
This was an independent house on the top of the mountain.
It was probably a secret cell of MI5 or the Political Department. .
There were three cars parked on the roadside.
Chen Zikun got into one, used his gun to blow out the front wheels of the other two cars, and drove away with Walker.
Agents rushed to treat the injured, called for reinforcements and replaced spare tires on cars.
Chen Zikun was galloping all the way, and Walker explained: "This is Mount Davis in the west of Hong Kong Island.
You were locked in a secret cell of the Political Department, escaped from prison with murder, and kidnapped a senior British diplomat, the former Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs.
The queen has knighted you, now you have a lot of fun."
"John, why are they arresting me?"
Chen Zikun asked.
A Rolls Royce came from the opposite side and almost hit him.
"Because of your sensitive status, you are the highest-ranking official to defect.
Although you are out of office, you are still a big fish for the British intelligence agencies.
They need you, or the heads of the Home Office and MI5 need you.
You come and add one or two things to their credits, so that’s it.”
"I think they achieved their goal."
Chen Zikun said.
"Yes, they got what they wanted, but they were scrawled by you with a black pen.
Now someone is going to be unlucky.
Well, park in front.
You don't want to take me to the end of the world, do you?
I have to go back to London.
Well, my dog hasn’t run away for several days.”
Chen Zikun braked to a sudden stop.
Walker opened the car door and got out, raising the brim of his hat: "I wish you good luck, Marshal Chen."
"Goodbye, John."
Chen Zikun took a deep look at his old friend, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away.
During the days when Chen Zikun was missing, everyone was looking for him.
Yue Hua, also known as Yan Qingyu, contacted his sister Xia Xiaoqing and informed them that Chen Zikun was captured by the British.
Everyone fell into a state of confusion and helplessness.
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Several old men, Why should we fight against a country's secret intelligence agency?
It's already the 1960s.
This is the Cold War era, not their era.
"I don't believe this group of people can snatch people back by force."
Chen Shou said.
"We don't know where the person is hiding.
Even if we know, we still can't break through MI5's defense line.
They can call in the British troops stationed in Hong Kong for support at any time."
Yan Qingyu immediately rejected this unreliable proposal.
Yao Yilei said: "I have another idea, I don't know if it is feasible."
Everyone said they were all ears.
"Our family has no friendship with the British, but we have friendship with the Americans.
Zikun and General Stilwell were close friends, and we were also friends with President Roosevelt."
Someone interjected: "Stilwell died of illness in 1946, and Roosevelt died many years ago."
Yao Yilei said: "People are dead, but the foundation is still there, not to mention there are others.
The Pacino family and the Stanley family in New York are all Zi Kun's close friends.
Although they have not contacted each other for many years, they still have that kind of relationship during the war years." , will not fade with the passage of time.”
Yan Qingyu clapped his hands and praised: "If the Americans are willing to come forward, they have a good chance of winning.
Of course, there is still a lot of work to be done, and someone needs to go to the United States."
"I'll go."
Chen Jiao raised her hand, "My brothers and sisters are not here, so it's time for me to do something for my father.
Lin Wenjing said: "I agree, I will go with you.
I have spent some time in the United States and can help."
Jian Bing also said: "I know the Pacino family well, so I will go too."
Yao Yilei said: "I can also be of some help."
Yan Qingyu said: "Don't rush to come forward.
It's not easy to go to the United States.
You don't have a passport and you are still a refugee.
You can't go anywhere.
Although I have some abilities, I am not a wholesaler of fake passports.
The most I can do is If one goes out, something will happen if there are too many."
After some discussion, everyone decided that young Chen Jiao would come forward and go to the United States to seek help.
After Yan Qingyu left, he drove around a few times and made sure no one was following him.
He sat down on a bench by the side of the road, took out a book and read for a while, then stood up and walked into the woods, unzipped his pants and peeed.
Stuffed a piece of paper into the tree hole.
After reaching in, he unexpectedly touched another piece of paper.
He was shocked.
He pulled the paper out and saw that it was his own handwriting.
The information from last time was not sent out.
This is a dead mailbox commonly used by intelligence agents.
Every once in a while, Yan Qingyu will come and stuff the information, and the contact person will take it away and leave new instructions.
He is a senior intelligence agent under the Central Investigation Department, and he always has a single line of communication.
The confidentiality level is very high, and now the contact person is missing.
Maybe something went wrong.
Yan Qingyu did not delay and left in a hurry.
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Later he learned that due to the Cultural Revolution, his contact person was criticized to death in Guangdong.
The central government was busy and no one cared about the affairs of these agents stationed abroad.
Not only He and many agents in the United States and Taiwan have lost contact.
Taiwan, the presidential palace in Yangmingshan, Taipei.
The extremely old Chiang Kai-shek is sitting on a wicker chair with his eyes closed and meditating.
He has been clamoring to counterattack the mainland for many years, but it is all in vain.
Every time he looks at the mountains and rivers of his motherland in Kinmen, he secretly sheds tears because he You know, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back in my lifetime.
Chiang Ching-kuo came over, covered Chiang Kai-shek's legs with a blanket, and said softly: "Father, there is news from the Military Intelligence Bureau that Chen Zikun has arrived in Hong Kong."
Chiang Kai-shek's closed eyes suddenly opened a crack: "Oh, Chen Kunwu finally can't bear it anymore, let him come to see me."
Chiang Ching-kuo said: "I'm afraid it won't be easy.
Intelligence said he was detained by the British."
"Find a way to negotiate and bring him to see me."
Chiang Kai-shek said, he didn't care whether he was British or not.
"Yes."
Jiang Jingguo stepped back.
Taiwan's intelligence agency has a large number of personnel in Hong Kong.
Triad organizations such as Xin Ngee Ann and the 14th K have a background as Kuomintang agents.
There are also nails planted by the Kuomintang in the British Hong Kong government.
However, their main front is to prevent communism, not to peace.
The British were fighting, so they were helpless.
Yan Qingyu used his identity as a senior superintendent of the Political Department to forge a passport for Chen Jiao.
The passport was a real British Empire Overseas Territories passport, but the identity was forged, and there was also a ticket to Los Angeles, the United States.
At Kai Tak Airport, the huge calendar sign showed that it was January 1968.
Chen Jiao embarked on a journey to the United States.
This was her first time traveling alone.
Chen Jiao graduated from Peking University and worked as a translator of English books at Jiangdong People's Publishing House.
Her English skills were very good, but she was still much worse than her brothers and sisters who had lived in the United States.
Sitting in the large Boeing passenger plane, she While he was studying with an English spoken dictionary, the man sitting next to him smiled and asked, "It's my first time in the United States."
"Yes, you are from Beijing."
Chen Jiao was surprised by the other person's accent.
"My name is Tan He, and I studied at the Central Conservatory of Music."
The man said, looking at Chen Jiao, "You are not from Hong Kong, are you?"
"You are Tan He and I have heard your piano solo."
Chen Jiao suddenly became excited.
She knew Tan He's name.
He was a student of Ma Sicong and the youngest associate professor at the Central Conservatory of Music.
He was once the idol in the hearts of girls "Hello, my name is Chen Jiao, from Peking University."
Chen Jiao stretched out her hand, her heart beating like a deer
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