"He's dead?" Zhang Cheng put down the telegram in his hand, a fierce color flashed in his eyes, and he asked in a deep voice after squinting his eyes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Yes." Wang Yan, who was in a straight uniform, nodded vigorously and spoke, "The front-line commander confirmed that the destroyer USS Bryant was hit by a heavy torpedo and exploded into two sections, and it sank within a few minutes. The many submarines that launched the attack recovered some people who had fallen into the water nearby, but Murong Chong was not found inside. It was only after dawn that the battleships on the front line officially retreated. Experts analyzed that Murong Chong sank to the bottom of the sea with the destroyer. ”

"That's right." Zhang Cheng casually left the telegram on the table and did not say anything more.

"Judging by the weather and the environment at the time." Wang Yan smiled and said, "Even if Murong Chong escapes by luck, it is impossible to hold on until there are other ships to rescue him." He's really dead this time. ”

"Well, that's good." Zhang Cheng nodded with satisfaction, looked at Wang Yan and smiled, "You have done a good job, you are trustworthy." ”

"It's all part of the business." Wang Yan lowered his gaze and responded.

"Have you ever thought about taking a break lately?" Zhang Cheng stood up and raised his hand to signal Wang Yan to walk to the side of the living room.

After sitting down on the sofa, Wang Yan took the cigarette handed over by Zhang Cheng and lit it, and said, "Although I am very busy, I have not yet reached the point where I need to rest." Now the Ming Dynasty is full of enemies on all sides. And although the interior has temporarily subsided, there are still a large number of people who are dissatisfied with you. These need to be taken seriously. ”

"That's right." Zhang Cheng leaned back on the back of the sofa and didn't say anything more. After a moment, he spoke softly, "The Military Intelligence Bureau has to be both internal and external, how about finding someone to help you share the work?" ”

"......" Wang Yan's body paused slightly, and a sudden look flashed in his eyes. He finally understood why Zhang Cheng always mentioned work to him during this time.

"Good." After a short period of distraction, Wang Yan tugged at the corners of his mouth and said with a smile, "I just feel very tired lately, and I can't be busy with all kinds of things." It's best to have someone to share. Although he was a little unwilling in his heart, Wang Yan knew what to say at this moment. He wasn't a man of great power.

"Hmm." Zhang Cheng nodded and said, "I'm going to split the intelligence bureau into two parts. Part of it was mainly responsible for foreign military intelligence work, and was renamed the National Intelligence Agency. The other part is used domestically and is called the National Bureau of Investigation. You continue to be responsible for military intelligence work on the outside world. As for the National Bureau of Investigation, Xiao Hongbao will be in charge. What do you think? ”

Zhang Cheng, who comes from modern time and space, attaches great importance to intelligence work, and also knows very well that this kind of thing cannot be controlled by one person, even if Wang Yan is extremely loyal to him.

"Xiao Hongbao?" Wang Yan smiled and nodded in response, "Very good young man." ”

"It's good if you agree." Zhang Cheng stood up, walked to Wang Yan's side, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "In the future, you will cooperate sincerely, you are all pillars of the country." ”

'Knock~~~' Wang Yan was about to say something when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Zhang Cheng sat back on the sofa and spoke in a deep voice.

"Sir." Xiao Hongbao, who looked a little weird, walked in.

"You're just in time." Zhang Cheng smiled and said, "I'm talking to Lao Wang about you." ”

"Xiao Xiao, you have a bright future in the future." Wang Yan looked at Xiao Hongbao with some emotion and said.

Wang Yan was telling the truth. Xiao Hongbao is Zhang Cheng's confidant, and he is still very young. At this moment, he has been entrusted with an important task, and his future prospects are naturally limitless. In contrast, although he Wang Yan is also Zhang Cheng's confidant, he is not young anymore, and he has too many ties in the intelligence community. Compared with Xiao Hongbao, who has nothing to do with anything, it is naturally worse.

"Obey the orders of the chief." Xiao Hongbao smiled and then set his eyes on Zhang Cheng.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Cheng asked suspiciously.

"Sir, I just got a call." Xiao Hongbao pursed his lips and said with a strange expression, "Lord Zhang Yue, the first assistant, has passed away because of a heart attack. ”

There was silence in the living room. Although he had long expected that Zhang Yue would not hold out for too long, when the news really came, it still made Zhang Cheng feel a little in a trance. Zhang Yue, who has been in the political arena of the Ming Dynasty for decades and has served as the first assistant for more than 20 years, is gone.

Although he has already exercised all the power, after all, Zhang Yue is nominally the real first assistant and wartime commander. Zhang Cheng has always been just a deputy. Sometimes it feels like a bad name to do something. Moreover, Zhang Yue's existence has always been regarded as a point of attack on Zhang Cheng by some people with ulterior motives. When Murong Chong was in Japan before, he didn't make a fuss about this matter.

Now after Zhang Yue dies of illness, Zhang Cheng will completely become the first person in the Ming Dynasty. This is true both in real power and in name. It's like a puzzle, and Zhang Yue's departure makes this puzzle finally complete.

“...... Prepare the car. "Anyway, Zhang Yue has a kindness to Zhang Cheng. If it weren't for Zhang Yue's support, Zhang Cheng would definitely not be in this position today. Even if he can stand out with his own ability, it is nonsense to want to overthrow the family consortium. When Zhang Cheng needed help the most, it was Zhang Yue who sheltered him from the wind and rain. Although a lot of things happened later, but at this time, Zhang Yue died of illness, and Zhang Cheng was bound to go to condole.

In the Eastern world, death is greater. Once the person is gone, everything in the past will also disappear.

Zhang Cheng is actually a loving and righteous person, but he was forced to hide it by the cruel reality. Education in modern time and space has been successful, at least in moral terms.

Imperial National Hospital, the whole of Daming, and even the best hospital in the whole world. This large general hospital, which is backed by the Faculty of Medicine of Imperial Capital University, has top-notch medical facilities and medical standards. And Zhang Yue, the first assistant of Daming who has been bedridden, has been living in the special care ward of the VIP building here for more than half a year.

"Deputy Commander-in-Chief...... Excellency. When Zhang Cheng rushed to the hospital, Zhang Yue's family members were all standing outside the ward worriedly. The one who smokes smokes, the one who sobs. Seeing Zhang Cheng striding over, they all looked at Zhang Cheng with a somewhat cringing expression. This is a man who is capable of deciding their fate.

At the beginning of the year, they were detained at the airport by a large number of vicious troops. It is useless to throw out Zhang Yue's name, and if you say a few more words, your nose will be broken. The cruel reality gave these Zhang Yue's families a new understanding of Zhang Cheng. I also have a new positioning for myself. It turned out that without Zhang Yue's protection, it turned out that in the face of real power, those of them who relied on their ancestors to live in a chic manner were nothing.

At this time, Shoufu died of illness, but there was not even a single person who came to visit, and the world was just like that. In fact, it's not that they don't want to come, but everyone is looking at Zhang Cheng's attitude. At this moment, after learning that Zhang Cheng went to the hospital in person, a large number of people were hurrying towards the hospital.

"With me, you will at least have food and clothing for the rest of your life." Before Zhang Cheng entered the ward, he looked at the Zhang family members who were cowering, paused slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Don't break the law." ”

'Squeak~~~' slowly pushed open the door, Zhang Cheng clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and walked into the intensive care ward alone.

This ward, which has quietly changed the original decoration style since Zhang Yue moved in, is very classical, and it is also very in line with Zhang Yue's aesthetics. Zhang Cheng knew that this place was actually rebuilt in the style of Zhang Yue's bedroom. But now is not the time to talk about that.

Stepping on the thick carpet, he stepped forward slowly, and looked at the white-haired Mrs. Shoufu holding Zhang Yue's hand and sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her husband who was lying on the bed and no longer breathing. Zhang Cheng's breath couldn't help but pause.

Zhang Cheng's mood at the moment is very complicated. It stands to reason that Zhang Yue's death can be regarded as the last obstacle for him to fully grasp power. But Zhang Yue had the grace to support him after all, and looking at the situation in front of him at this time, Zhang Cheng's heart was involuntarily touched.

"You're here?" Mrs. Shoufu turned to look at Zhang Cheng with a calm face, and said softly, "He always wanted to see you again before he died." ”

“...... I'm sorry. Zhang Cheng's heart tightened slightly, and he said in a dull voice, "I'm sorry." ”

Zhang Cheng naturally knew that Zhang Yue wanted to see him, but Zhang Cheng himself didn't want to see him. The road ahead has to be walked on his own, and Zhang Cheng doesn't want to hear different advice from anyone, especially those who may affect his decision. Therefore, in the last days of Zhang Yue's life, Zhang Cheng never came. Until his death today.

"He just wants to thank you." Mrs. Shoufu smiled and said softly, "He wants to thank you for setting aside such a long time for him to be able to spend with his family. He has been too busy in this life, and he has always been working non-stop, and only in the last period of time can he really enjoy the joy of family. And he should have died of illness a long time ago, and you gave him these few months. So he's always wanted to thank you. ”

"That's what I'm supposed to do." Zhang Cheng raised his head slightly, squinted his eyes and said.

"Before I go, he asked me to relay a few words to you." Mrs. Shoufu's words made Zhang Cheng purse his lips.

He said. Mrs. Shoufu turned her head to look at Zhang Yue, who was lying quietly on the bed, and said with a chuckle, "Don't worry, do it boldly, you don't have so many scruples and unwillingness like him." Motivated young people like you are the future of the whole world. Whoever dares to stand in front of you will destroy him and bring a whole new world to this planet according to his heart's desire. ”

Zhang Cheng's body paused slightly, and his eyes looked at the ventilator and heartbeat meter that had stopped working. His hands trembled slightly unconsciously.

After a while, Zhang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Mrs. Shoufu, "Madam, you ......"

"We've been together for more than forty years." The white-haired Mrs. Shoufu had a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and her eyes looked softly at Zhang Yue, who was no longer breathing, "How can I leave him?" ”

Zhang Cheng lowered his gaze and raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes.

After a while, Zhang Cheng raised his head and gave a military salute vigorously, then turned around and strode away.

The next day, Da Ming issued a eulogy to the world. Zhang Yue, the first assistant of the Ming Dynasty, died due to ineffective medical treatment, and the whole country lowered the flag to mourn. The ashes of Lord Shousuke and his wife will be transported back to their hometown in Matsue Prefecture for burial.

An era is over. And another new era is about to begin! (To be continued.) )