The handover has come to an end, and there are no more files left on the case.

Li Wuxian looked at his watch, it was almost three o'clock in the morning.

"Section Chief, I don't remember these two pieces of information clearly, I'm going to go back and find ......," Li Wuxian said, pointing to the file.

"Good!" Lin Shuanglong responded.

He went to the confidential room first, pretended to look through a few files, as if he couldn't remember where they were, and returned to his office.

Li Wuxi closed the door, opened the drawer, took out two notebooks, flipped through a few pages randomly, and pretended to be looking for it.

After listening and making sure that there was no one outside, Li Wuxian picked up the radio on the table with him.

"Sub-...... Pull ......"

I waited for five minutes, and the voice was still in the channel.

Li Wuxi looked at his watch, and the appointed time had passed.

Since the beginning of the joint planning, Yang Dingan has never missed an appointment, no matter what the progress is, he will report his safety every day.

But what's going on today?

Could it be that Yang Ding'an had some accident?

Li Wuxian had a bad premonition.

He turned off the radio, took two notebooks, and walked out of the office and into the telegraph mailroom of the Intelligence Section.

"The telegram from Shanghai hasn't arrived yet?" Flipping through the sending and receiving records, there was no sending and receiving code for Shanghai Station, and Li Wuxian asked casually.

"Not yet!" The dispatcher replied, "It used to be around two o'clock, and I don't know what's going on today......"

"Wait a little longer......" Li Wuxi was relieved and went out with the file.

As soon as he arrived at the aisle, Li Wuxi's face turned cold.

According to the usual practice, Shanghai Station will send a report to the headquarters after two o'clock every day to inform the news.

But only today's information didn't come?

Something happened in Shanghai......

No, to be precise, it was Yang Dingan who had an accident!

The radio stations of Shanghai Station are all in charge of Yang Ding'an.

It was like a thousand pounds of boulder pressed on his chest, and Li Wuxian was out of breath.

Yang Dingan is really going to have an accident, maybe he will confess himself in the next minute.

Gotta leave now!

Li Wuxian walked briskly to the staircase.

"Oo......oo

It is Lin Shuanglong's secretary.

Li Wuxi's body stagnated, slowed down, and pretended to be very natural.

"Section Chief Li!" The secretary greeted him, but his feet were not slow at all.

As if he couldn't get used to the secretary's frizzy appearance, Li Wuxi frowned and reprimanded: "What are you panicking about? ”

"The director asked Section Chief Lin to call back immediately......" the secretary replied anxiously.

Ma Chunfeng not only said it immediately, but also added a sentence of "100,000 urgent", where did the secretary dare to slack off.

"Then you go up!" Li Wuxian replied.

In the entire secret service, only Li Wuxian knew that Ma Chunfeng was under house arrest at the military police headquarters.

It was nearly midnight, why did Ma Chunfeng suddenly call the headquarters to find Lin Shuanglong, and he was still in such a hurry?

Li Wuxi's face turned a little pale.

The secretary went up, Li Wuxian went down, and when the secretary turned the corner, Li Wuxian began to run wildly.

……

When he hung up the phone, Lin Shuanglong's hands were still trembling.

Li Wuxian defected?

"Control Li Wuxian on the spot......" Lin Shuanglong rushed to the door and whispered to the guard.

"Section Chief Li?" The secretary was stunned, "I just saw him go downstairs......"

"It's not good...... Lin Shuanglong's face immediately changed, "Chase ...... for me"

Li Wuxi's face turned pale, his body trembled slightly, and the remorse in his heart hit like a tide.

But what's the use of regretting it now?

Li Wuxian took a sharp breath and turned the car keys.

With a "woo", the car was started, and the hands holding the steering wheel burst with green tendons.

……

"Section Chief Li, you also know the spacing, without Section Chief Lin's warrant, this door must not be opened......"

The guard at the door said with a smile.

After Ma Chunfeng's accident, the secret service began martial law, and Lin Shuanglong's warrant was required before the guards would let him go.

"Lao Tzu has an urgent official ......" Li Wuxian yelled and jumped out of the car.

The guard was about to explain a few more words, when a sharp whistle suddenly sounded in the courtyard.

This is a signal of emergency martial law.

It's already under martial law, how can you quit it?

The guard was a little puzzled.

With the stunned efforts of a few guards, Li Wuxian shot coldly.

"Bang Bang ......"

Two fell on the spot, and by the time Li Wuzhi turned his gun, the remaining two had already hidden in the fortifications behind the door.

"Put down your guns,......," the two remaining guards shouted.

Looking at the shadowy figures in the distance, as well as the panicked shouting and chaotic footsteps, Li Wuxian knew that he couldn't escape.

Arrested, imprisoned, tortured, confessed, and finally turned into a tattered corpse......

Li Wuxian has already seen his end.

"Put down the gun...... Put down the gun ......," the guard yelled.

"Li Wuxi, don't be stupid," Lin Shuanglong shouted from afar, .......

Several lights hit Li Wuxi, and everyone saw that Li Wuxian was holding a pistol and facing his temple.

"Stupid?" Li Wuxie's voice was a little hoarse, and his body was trembling uncontrollably, "Section Chief Lin, can you call the shots and let me go?" ”

Lin Shuanglong choked violently.

As if watching a movie, Li Wuxian recalled the past.

From the first day of joining the Secret Service to this day......

If there is no peace, there is no competition......

If you listen to Gao Sizhong's advice, swallow your anger, or give in......

If it is not the accumulation of resentment, let alone the desire for power......

But alas, there are not so many ifs.

"Tell Fang Buwei, the Japanese will avenge me......" Li Wuxian laughed miserably.

Lin Shuanglong's face changed.

With a "bang", a bloody hole opened on Li Wuxi's head.

……

"Suicide?" Ma Chunfeng's face changed, and he suddenly roared, and threw the microphone to the ground like crazy.

The faces of the others were also not very good-looking.

Li Wuxian actually committed suicide?

"He asked Lin Shuanglong to tell Fang Buwei, saying that the Japanese would avenge him......" Ma Chunfeng said through gritted teeth.

"He's mutinied?" Gu Zhenlong was taken aback.

Ma Chunfeng was silent.

No one dares to guarantee whether Li Wuxi's words before his death are obscured or true.

……

Shanghai.

Yang Dingping couldn't stand the punishment and confessed all his accomplices.

Hearing that most of these team members had followed him on a mission in the embassy case, Fang Buwei was a little gloomy.

The scene of Yang Dingan holding a grenade and throwing it wildly into the French consulate seemed to be right in front of him.

But such a character, for the sake of money, is not soft at all when he starts to attack his own people.

Yang Dingping confessed that the four team members in Shenjiang were Yang Dingan's own hands, firstly, to frame Chen Haoqiu, and secondly, because these four had the largest share in the tobacco house.

If one more person dies, Yang Dingan will be able to get hundreds of thousands of oceans.

One step to heaven, one step to hell, the slightest carelessness, is a catastrophe from which to return......