John. Walker is also old, his silver-white hair is meticulously combed back, his three-piece English tweed suit shows the style of a British gentleman, and he still has an umbrella at hand, the Times and umbrellas are essential things for British gentlemen, so it can be seen that he has either maintained a stereotypical British style for a long time, or has just arrived from London.

"Chen Dashuai, we haven't seen each other for twenty years, right?" Mr. Walker's Chinese, with some Jiangdong accents, sounded very kind.

"Nineteen years and two months, how are you doing? John. Chen Zikun said.

"So-so, in fact, I am already retired, the day before yesterday the Ministry of Foreign Affairs sent someone to find me from Liverpool, put me on a plane, and flew to Hong Kong for some reason, until ten minutes ago, I didn't know that the person I wanted to see was you, what a hell, didn't you die in the great Cultural Revolution." Walker looked complaining.

There were three people standing beside him, all of whom looked like ordinary Britons, but the smell of the Cold War oozing from their bones was palpitating, presumably senior agents of MI5.

Chen Zikun said: "John, it's great to see you, get me out of this hellish place, my family is in a hurry." ”

Walker shrugged, "I'm afraid not, if you don't let them get what they want, I'm afraid you'll have to stay 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 with one hand, and with the other hand revealed the sharp glass shards that had just been hidden, the tip of which was pointed at Walker's major cervical artery, and shouted: "Don't move!" ”

The agents immediately drew their guns, and five guns were aimed at him.

The shard of glass poked forward and stabbed into the flesh of Walker's neck, "Don't force me to kill. ”

Presumably, Walker's status is more noble, and the agents are obviously hesitant.

Walker shouted, "Put your guns down, you idiots, Her Majesty didn't pay you a salary to make you here in a daze." ”

"Calm down, Sir Walker, I promise 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 this General Chen is not as weak as you think, he dared to fire at British warships in the twenties, and I believe that there is nothing in the world that he does not dare to do." ”

"Put the gun down!" Chan reiterated that this time in English, he wanted to make the other party understand that he could not hide his private conversations.

The agents put their guns down and slowly backed away.

Chen Zikun held Walker hostage step by step, hooked his toes, turned a pistol into his hand, and dropped the glass and replaced it with a pistol against Walker's head.

"You're still so sharp." Walker Road.

"Thank you, John." Chen Zikun replied.

Walker walked forward very cooperatively, he was familiar with the way, Chen Zikun followed him forward, the agents were very honest and cooperative, and did not show the intention of taking risks, but Chen Zikun understood that the more this happened, the more boring it was.

Out of a door, a person suddenly jumped out of the side, Chen Zikun had already taken precautions, the muzzle of the gun turned, and a shot hit the man's stomach, a bright light flashed in the distance, and another shot was fired when he raised his hand, and a sniper fell from the roof.

"I'm good marksmanship, but I don't want to try again." Chan said.

After ten days of detention, the first time I saw the sunshine I realized that the outside world was very beautiful, the mountain wind was howling, the sparkling sea was in the distance, and here was a separate house on the top of the mountain, presumably a secret cell of MI5 or the Political Department.

There were three cars parked on the side of the road, and Chan got into one, raised his gun to blow the front wheels of the other two, and drove Walker away.

Agents rushed to treat the wounded, called for reinforcements, and changed spare tires for cars.

"This is Mount Davis in the western part of Hong Kong Island, and you have been locked up in a secret cell in the Political Department, murdered and escaped from prison, and kidnapped a veteran British diplomat, former Deputy Secretary of State, and knighted by the Queen herself," Walker explained. ”

"John, why are they arresting me?" Chan asked, when a Rolls-Royce came across the street and almost hit it.

"Because of your sensitive status, you are the highest-ranking official to defect, and although you are leaving, you are still a big fish to the British intelligence services, and they need you, or the heads of the Home Office and MI5, to add a credit or two to their credit books, so, that's it."

"I think they got there." Chan said.

"Yes, they got their wish, but you scribbled it with a black pen, and now someone is going to be unlucky, okay, stop in front, you don't want to take me to the end of the world, I have to go back to London, my dog hasn't slipped for a few days."

Chen Zikun braked suddenly, Walker opened the car door and went down, raising the brim of his hat: "Good luck, Chen Dashuai." ”

"Goodbye, John." Chen Zikun took a deep look at this old friend, stepped on the accelerator, and walked away.

……

During the days when Chen Zikun was missing, all sides were looking for him, Yue Hua, that is, Yan Qingyu contacted his sister Xia Xiaoqing and told them that Chen Zikun was captured by the British, and everyone suddenly fell into a state of confusion and helplessness.

"Snatch people back! I don't believe that these people have three heads and six arms. Chen Shou said.

"I don't know where people are hiding, and even if they do, they can't break through the defense line of MI5, they can call on the British troops in Hong Kong to support at any time." Yan Qingyu immediately rejected this unreliable proposal.

Yao Yilei said: "I have another idea, I don't know if it's feasible?" ”

Everyone said they were listening.

"Our family has no friendship with the British, but we have a friendship with the Americans, Zikun and General Stilwell are close friends, and President Roosevelt is also friends."

Someone interjected: "Stilwell died of illness in four or six years, and Roosevelt died for many years." ”

Yao Yilei said: "People are dead, but the foundation is still there, not to mention others, the Pacino family in New York, the Stanley family, are all Zikun's irreversible friends, although there has been no contact for many years, but the feelings of the war years will not fade with the passage of time." ”

Yan Qingyu high-fived and praised: "If the Americans are willing to come forward, they have a good chance of winning, of course, there is still a huge amount 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 gone, I should do something for my father."

Lin Wenjing said: "I agree, I will accompany you, I have been in the United States for a while, I can help." ”

Jian Bing also said: "I know the people of the Pacino family, and I will go too." ”

Yao Yilei said: "I can also help a little." ”

Yan Qingyu said: "Don't be in a hurry to volunteer, the United States is not so easy to go, you don't have a passport, you are still a refugee, you can't go anywhere, although I have some ability, but I am not wholesale fake passports, I can do one at most, there will definitely be an accident." ”

After some discussion, it was decided that the young Chen Jiao would come forward and go to the United States for help.

After Yan Qingyu left, he drove around a few circles, and after making sure that no one was following, he came to the roadside bench and sat down, took out a book and read it for a while, stood up and walked into the woods, unzipped his pants and peed, and at the same time stuffed a piece of paper into the tree hole.

After reaching in, he actually touched another piece of paper, he was stunned, and pulled out the paper to see that it was his own handwriting, and the information from the last time was not sent.

This is a dead letter box commonly used by intelligence officers, every once in a while Yan Qingyu will come to stuff the information, and the contact person will take it away, leaving a new order, he is a senior intelligence officer under the Central Investigation Department, and he has always been a one-line contact, and the level of secrecy is very high, and now the contact person is missing, is it possible that something is wrong.

Yan Qingyu did not delay and left in a hurry, and later he learned that due to the Cultural Revolution, his liaison was criticized to death in Guangdong, and the central government was busy with the Cultural Revolution, and no one cared about these agents stationed abroad, not only him, but also many agents in the United States and Taiwan lost contact.

……

Taiwan, the official residence of the president of Yangmingshan in Taipei, the old and unbearable Chiang Kai-shek is closing his eyes on a rattan chair to recuperate, and how many years he has been shouting about the counterattack on the mainland, after all, it is a bubble, and every time he looks at the mountains and rivers of his homeland in Kinmen, he has to secretly weep, because he knows that he will not be able to go back in his lifetime.

Chiang Ching-kuo walked over, put a blanket on Chiang Kai-shek's leg, and said softly: "Father, according to the Military Intelligence Agency, Chen Zikun has arrived in Hong Kong." ”

Chiang Kai-shek's closed eyes suddenly opened a slit: "Oh, Chen Kunwu finally can't bear it anymore, let him come to see me." ”

Chiang Ching-kuo said: "I'm afraid it's not easy, intelligence says that he was detained by the British." ”

"Find a way to negotiate and bring him to me." Chiang Kai-shek said that he didn't care what the British were or not the British.

"Yes." Chiang Ching-kuo Nuo Nuo retired.

Taiwan's intelligence agencies have a large number of personnel in Hong Kong, and triad organizations such as Xin Ngee An and 14 K all have the background of Kuomintang spies, and there is no shortage of nails planted by the Kuomintang in the British government in Hong Kong, but their main front lies in defending against the Communists, not in fighting the British, so they are also at a loss.

……

Yan Qingyu used her identity as a senior superintendent of the Political Department to forge a passport to Chen Jiao, which was a real British Empire Overseas Dependent Territories passport, but the identity was fake, and there was also a ticket to Los Angeles, USA.

At Kai Tak Airport, a huge calendar board shows that it is now January 1968, and Chen Jiao embarks on a journey to the United States, which is the first time she has gone far alone.

Chen Jiao is a graduate of Peking University, and is also engaged in the translation of English works at the Jiangdong People's Publishing House, and her English level is very good, but it is still much worse than her brothers and sisters who have lived in the United States. ”

"Yes, you're from Peking?" Chen Jiao was surprised by the other party's accent.

"My name is Tan He, and I studied at the Central Conservatory of Music." The man said, looking at Chen Jiao, "You're not from Hong Kong, are you?" ”

"You're Tan He! I've heard your piano solo. Chen Jiao suddenly became excited, she knew Tan He's name, this person was a student of Ma Sicong, the youngest associate professor of the Central Conservatory of Music, who played the piano well, and was an idol in the hearts of girls back then.

"Hello, my name is Chen Jiao, from Peking University." Chen Jiao stretched out her hand, and her heart was like a deer.