11-6

The wall clock on the wall ticked and ticked.

Zhou Jingcheng looked at this monotonous and repetitive pendulum, and was unconsciously fascinated.

Until now, he still can't judge whether it is wrong or wrong to give Du Kefeng such a large sum of money.

War broke out in Europe, and Germany launched a major attack on Poland. On this side of the globe, the Japanese Kwantung Army and the Soviet Far East Army clashed violently, and the backstage bosses of the Public Concession and the French Concession were now preoccupied with themselves. The world situation is in chaos, and with the support of the Japanese General Headquarters of the Chinese Dispatch Army, Wang Jingwei's puppet Nationalist government is in full swing to prepare.

"Jingwei throws stones, and the sky reclaims the sea." He muttered to himself.

The Anti-Japanese War has entered its third year, and there is no sign of its end, and the people of Shanghai Tang, as if they have become accustomed to the long night-like life under the rule of the Japanese army, have lit the lights one after another, and began to indulge in the pleasures of the last days.

After the rise of the Japanese puppet No. 76 agent headquarters, every time the government agents killed a traitor, they would be subjected to several times the crazy retaliation, so that the violence and violence continued, it seemed like a long and unsolvable circle of death, the public morale in Shanghai was gradually depressed, and the people's hearts were gradually dispersed.

Is it really meaningful to have such a continuous act of assassination?

Is it possible to do whatever it takes to achieve an end?

Perhaps in this troubled world, the most comfortable thing is a bottomless opportunist like Duke Feng, who puts aside their conscience and morality, and they live comfortably.

So, is it right to go around in a big circle and provide this amount of funds for Du Kefeng, so that Gaozhu Village can dig out the Communist Party that also resisted Japan and saved the country?

Zhou Jingcheng picked up the pen, but the telegram sent to Chongqing could not be put down for a long time. He knew that there were many issues that should not be discussed by executors at his level, but he couldn't help it, and he was desperate to find someone to talk to.

This is a special field, practitioners, there are no eternal friends and enemies, only eternal interests. If you want to explore morality and meaning here, there is probably only the eternal pain of thin ice shattering and endless falling, and not being able to see the sky and the ground.

It wasn't until this cigarette burned his finger that Zhou Jingcheng suddenly realized.

Duke Feng can design Yu Xiaoshu today, why won't he design himself tomorrow?

The pen landed on the paper, and the ink hooked up, and the strings stretched out.

"Du Yikefeng, formerly a full-time intelligence officer of the Shanghai Special City Party Department, is now engaged in intelligence transmission and espionage work in Shanghai, only for profit, homeless and countryless, attached to the anti-Japanese pseudo-intelligence agencies, and acting for the tiger, which is extremely harmful to our organization of Shanghai activities, please be allowed to severely punish him!"

It took him a long time, and not a single word of the thousand words in his heart fell, and the telegram he wrote had nothing to do with his turbulent heart.

Zhou Jingcheng picked up the manuscript he had just written and looked at it for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.