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A white neoclassical sandstone building.

Two lazy police officers wandered outside the building, guards in charge of security around the White House.

Now the United States is peaceful, there is no war, laughing at a few big countries tearing up, and then reselling some weapons and arms in the middle, making a lot of money.

It's not pleasant.

In a spacious, bright office, a middle-aged man in a wheelchair asks, "What's going on in Tokyo?" Who carried out the attack? ”

"Mr. President, based on the intelligence gathered, it can be concluded that a Soviet SB bomber launched an air attack on Tokyo, targeting the Japanese Imperial Palace, the Ministry of the Army, and the Yasukuni Shrine. Also, the pilot is not Soviet, he is a Chinese. Edgar Hoover, who was sitting across from Roosevelt, replied.

Edgar Hoover (January 1, 1895 – May 2, 1972) was the first director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) and served for 48 years. As a legend who has dominated the world for nearly half a century, he is far more famous than a movie star, and his power is beyond the reach of the president.

He was a symbol of his time and an icon of the American people.

Prior to the establishment of the CIA, the FBI was tasked with the CIA's mission—to openly and covertly collect and analyze information on foreign governments, corporations, terrorist organizations, individuals, politics, culture, technology, and so on, to coordinate the activities of other domestic intelligence agencies, and to report this information to all branches of the U.S. government.

"Hmm, Soviet bombers, Chinese pilots." Roosevelt fiddled with his hair and asked, "What about the Japanese losses?" Also, is that Chinese pilot still alive? ”

"The Japanese military blocked the news very deadly, and the wounded were sent to the military hospital for rescue, and it was difficult for civilians to get close to the army outside. Japanese officials said the Chinese pilot was killed by Japanese soldiers after the crash on Mt. Fuji, but the body was not found. Hoover replied.

"What a brave lad, what's his name? I really can't think of the third Chinese to appear in Time magazine but him. Roosevelt was full of admiration for this Chinese pilot, and he could really imagine going to bomb Japan alone.

"Wang Liang. It was a member of the Chinese Communist Party who was sent to study at a Soviet military school. We don't have details on our side. ”

The meaning of Hoover's words is obvious, Wang Liang, a little-known guy.

"History will remember Wang Liang." Roosevelt disagreed, and sighed.

Compared with the White House in the United States, the atmosphere in the Kremlin and Yan'an in the Soviet Union is not so relaxed.

Fortunately for the Soviet side, Stalin personally presided over a state funeral for Wang Liang, and once again awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union, plus an Order of Lenin.

And Yan'an.

"Is the news true? Are you sure that Wang Liang has been sacrificed? Taizu was a truth-seeking person, he didn't believe that Wang Liang was dead, and urged the correspondent over and over again to send a report to the Soviet side to verify the situation.

The CCP also used all its connections in Japan to find Wang Liang, looking for this hero, a national hero.

Twenty-four hours have passed, and there has been no response, and the outside world is overwhelming with bad news.

Taizu locked himself in his room alone, not eating or drinking...

The bombing of Tokyo shocked the whole world and caused an uproar.

Wang Liang also became the most shining hero on the anti-fascist front for a while.

But did Wang Liang really sacrifice?

*******

When Wang Liang opened his eyes, he found that he was in a small room.

It's about a dozen square meters, looking at the furnishings, full of Japanese style.

Wang Liang wanted to get up, but helplessly found that he had no strength at all.

Is this arrested?

This was Wang Liang's first thought, and he was caught by the Japanese soldiers.

Wang Liang moved his arm and found that the right arm that had been shot had been re-bandaged, and it seemed that the bullet had been taken out.

Are the little devils so humane now?

Wang Liang shook his head, finding that he was not restrained, and he was not wearing handcuffs and foot cuffs.

Seeing a fruit knife on the table, Wang Liang's mind became active, and he slowly crawled over and took the knife in his hand.

At this time, Wang Liang heard a sound of footsteps.

Japanese people wear clogs, and the floor is made of wooden planks, so it is very noisy to walk.

Click, click, click...

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Wang Liang's left hand clenched the fruit knife tightly and covered it with a quilt.

Wang Liang's mind was very clear.

I shouldn't have been captured by the Japanese soldiers, if I had been captured by the Japanese soldiers, I wouldn't have such a good treatment.

It should be Japanese civilians who save themselves.

And why didn't this civilian send himself to the army?

Wang Liang can only guess that he is not sure of his identity yet.

Wang Liang must control this Japanese who saved him, in case he called the police or notified the army, he would be finished.

Chirping~

The sliding door was opened.

Wang Liang closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

The visitor knelt straight in front of Wang Liang, opened a small box, and took out a syringe, as if he wanted to hit something.

Before someone could plunge the needle of the syringe into Wang Liang's body, Wang Liang got up and controlled the person.

The fruit knife rests on the neck of the visitor.

Obviously, the person who was going to inject Wang Liang was not mentally prepared at all, and was taken aback, and the syringes fell to the ground.

"Who are you? Where is this? (Japanese) Wang Liang asked.

At this time, Wang Liang had the opportunity to carefully observe the person who entered the door, he was not very old, he was handsome, and he didn't look like a bad person.

"Big brother, don't get excited, I'm Chinese." Pan Zhixiong saw that the other party was so violent, and hurriedly said.

Hearing that the other party was speaking square Chinese, Wang Liang's heart let go of most of it, and he took down the fruit knife that was placed on Pan Zhixiong's neck.

"You saved me?" Wang Liang asked.

"Yes, big brother, I found you on the bank of the river and got you home." Pan Zhixiong hurriedly replied.

"Didn't the Japanese soldiers close the mountain? How did you get into the mountains? How did it come out? Wang Lianghu glanced at Pan Zhixiong suspiciously, if this kid didn't speak authentic Mandarin, he would definitely not put the knife down.

Wang Liang clearly remembered that he had rolled into a deep ditch before fainting.

This kid actually said that he found himself on the bank of the river, which is obviously very different.

"It's sealed, I was in the mountains at the time. I have a car, and I shoved you in the trunk to get out. Big brother, I'm from Hongmen, don't worry....." (To be continued.) )