The long military theme anti-special novel "Central Guard 1" by Li Yi

October 18, 1964 04:12 Taizhou

The old man's tip is a mountain, in the southwest of the city, the top of the hill is round and round, looking like an old man's bald head. On the top of the bald head, many people have climbed up one after another since the early hours of the morning to practice in the morning, and Tang Xiaoliu is one of them.

Although Tang Xiaoliu looked prematurely aging, bald, and slightly hunched, his energy and physique were actually beyond ordinary people. Everyone who practices in the morning knows that he has a unique skill, that is, to play a set of lost strange boxing techniques. He himself bragged that this was taught to him by a wandering monk from the Shaolin Temple in 56 years, and that he said it like the truth, and that he had fought like that. So everybody loves to watch him punch. Someone sincerely wanted to learn, and Tang Xiaoliu always waved his hand, saying that the monk of the wandering side had explained that this fist was only passed on to him, and could not be passed on to others. He had sworn, of course, not to break it.

Tianfang revealed the white of the fish's belly, Tang Xiaoliu took off his shirt, bare-chested, and practiced. Sure enough, it was different, the moves were strange, the punches and kicks were stretched, the suddenness was soft, and the people were dazzled.

So, after fifteen minutes of playing, wiping the sweat from his body with the towel he had brought, squatting on a boulder and smoking a cigarette, throwing his clothes on his shoulders, he went down the hill, went straight to his house, and took a bath with well water.

The situation was quickly reported to Fan Zhe by the scouts. The whole process was alone, just a few polite greetings with a few acquaintances, and I didn't have contact with anyone.

"Punching?" Fan Zhe held his arm in thought.

He felt that Tang Xiaoliu's boxing technique was very problematic, and the story of the Monk Youfang of the Shaolin Temple was obviously made up by him blindly. According to the description, this set of boxing is not the style of Shaolin boxing at all, which is not like any way, and it is strange and famous.

"Does he play the same routine every time?" Fan Zhe asked the scout.

The scout replied, "I have secretly asked a few morning practitioners, and they said that Tang Xiaoliu's set of fists is actually rarely played, and most of the days are still playing tai chi. And this punch monster is to blame, every time there will be a change, the order changes, unlike the molded routine. ”

"That's right!" Fan Zhe said, "Immediately arrest Tang Xiaoliu, and at the same time secretly investigate all the morning exercisers, the farther away they are, the more important the investigation." ”

The scout was stunned, not understanding why.

Wang Xinghuo, who was next to him, could only explain to him: "Tang Xiaoliu has that kind of adventure, what kind of high-ranking person can he meet, this is a password fist carefully made up by the secret agents, in the process of punching, he has already passed on the information, no contact, no trace, no evidence." ”

It turned out to be so! The scout suddenly realized and took the order.

The more open the place, the safer it is, which is contrarian thinking and tried and tested. I wanted to take advantage of Tang Xiaoliu's contact with the downline and follow the vine to touch the melon. Now that the vine was going down, the melon only saw a shadow. The enemy was so cunning that he used his original cipher fist to transmit intelligence remotely in public, suddenly increasing the difficulty of picking this "melon" by dozens of times.

But this melon must be picked, and it must be picked completely, and it cannot fall to the ground and rot.

Tang Xiaoliu was quickly arrested, and this time he learned his lesson, the whole process was carried out in secret, and the place of detention was not the Public Security Department, in a small street police station. 103 also made several fake moves to confuse the judgment of the inner ghost.

Many stubborn agents hid cyanide with them, and as soon as they were arrested, they drank poison and committed suicide, killing their own mouths first. Just in case, from the hair to the soles of the shoes, no suicide poison was found on Tang Xiaoliu's body.

Wang Xinghuo went to trial. At first, he didn't admit it, but when Wang Xinghuo told the secret of the East China Sea barbershop, Tang Xiaoliu was completely confused, and he didn't know that the secret room and secret radio station of the organs that he was proud of had long been controlled by the public security organs.

Say, who are your uplines? Who is downline?

The upper line knows that it is Tian Shun. The downline does not know, when there is intelligence, he only needs to make up the boxing road at home according to the rules, go to the old man to sharpen the set of punches, and it does not matter whether the downline receives it or not.

This is the consistent practice of the M&G organization with a one-line structure.

For Milan, it is still confused. I don't know. I don't know. He just sent and received texts, and he didn't know anything else.

There were still many things to explain, and when Wang Xinghuo told Tang Xiaoliu the fact that the members of the Morning Light Organization had been wiped out one after another, this cunning old agent collapsed, and he did not know whether it was out of real anger or survival instinct, scolding Chiang Kai-shek for not being a human being and the Kuomintang for not being a human being. The next thing is easy to do, honestly, one hundred and fifty, pouring out like bitter water.

Explained a lot of past intelligence, code words, telegrams. These are all very important, and they play a very crucial role in discovering the clues of the secret agent's activities and deciphering the laws of code words.

Is there anything else to account for? The more confessions, the smaller the guilt, and the merits will be atonened and lenient. Knowing and not reporting, concealing clues, adding guilt to crime. The policy is clear, smart or not smart, how smart you are, it depends on yourself.

"Let me think about it, think about it." Tang Xiaoliu lowered his head and grabbed his hair with his handcuffed hand.

Think well and give you time to think.

"Oh, our people in the public security office, in addition to Tian Shun, there is another person." Tang Xiaoliu squeezed out a toothpaste jar like he finally squeezed out one.

"Who?" This surprised Wang Xinghuo, but on the surface he was silent.

"Anyway, there is, but I don't know who."

"Tang Xiaoliu, your tai chi is good, but now you are playing in the wrong place, don't play tricks here." Say everything you know. Wang Xinghuo slapped the table.

One frightened, and sure enough, a little more frightened.

"I really don't know. Tian Shun only said that in case something happened to him, another person in the public security department would contact me. ”

Well, then you go back and wait for him to contact you.

When Tang Xiaoliu heard this, his face turned white with fright.