At night on Drum Island, the moonlight is like water.

A black shadow walked briskly inside the Zhaohe canning factory, and the black shadow came to the door of the second factory familiarly. The factory has collapsed, and only the ruins remain.

The black shadow flashed his flashlight and came to the remnants of the wall on the right side of the gate. He scrutinized the walls in the faint light. Under the reflection of the light, the black shadow that can be clearly seen is the Lin Jin River.

Lin Jinhe looked at the wall carefully and found no difference. He handed the flashlight to his left hand and carefully stroked each brick with his right hand, finally realizing that the smoothness of the brick surface near the one below was different from the others.

Lin Jinhe took out the tool from the tool, pried the brick out, and found that there was a dark hole inside. With a burst of joy, he hurriedly removed the surrounding bricks and pulled out something tightly wrapped in wax paper from inside.

Lin Jinhe calmed down for a moment, and then opened the wax paper to take a look. Inside is indeed a brand-new microradio station for both transmitting and receiving services.

After Lin Jinhe dispelled his doubts, he wrapped the radio station in wax paper, turned off the flashlight and left quickly.

One o'clock in the morning.

Lin Jinhe passed through several secluded alleys according to the scheduled joint time, and hurried to the mouth of Futian Lane, Fuzhou Street, the joint location.

At the mouth of Futian Lane, there were three people who were already waiting there.

Lin Jinhe came over and said, "Taijun, I arrived on time." ”

"What about the radio?" A black shadow standing in front said in stiff Chinese.

"I got it." Lin Jinhe said as he took off the cloth bag on his shoulder and handed it over.

The dark shadow asked, "You didn't let anyone else find out, did you?" ”

Lin Jinhe hurriedly replied, "No." ”

"Okay, well done, I'm going to give you a credit." The black shadow said expressionlessly.

Lin Jinhe smiled when he heard this: "Thank you, Taijun!" ”

The black shadow took off his mask and said, "Lin Jinhe, do you still recognize me?" ”

Lin Jinhe looked at it and saw that it was Zhang Zhongmin.

"Ah, it's you......" Lin Jinhe pulled his feet and ran.

Zhang Zhongmin quickly pulled out his pistol and shot Lin Jinhe in the leg.

Lin Jinhe was shot in the leg and fell to the ground with a "flutter".

Zhang Zhongmin said majestically: "Lin Jinhe, you didn't expect today's ending, right? ”

Lin Jinhe turned around and knelt down to beg Zhang Zhongmin for mercy: "Stationmaster Zhang, spare me, I have no choice but to do it." Many of the secrets of the Zhaohe Group were leaked to the Japanese by Chen Qingfeng, and it is none of my business. ”

"It's none of your business, who leaked the secret of the late-night attack on the Japanese consulate. Look at your minion, why did I send you here in the first place, you lost the face of my Minnan Station! Zhang Zhongmin said with great regret.

"Stationmaster, for the sake of me and your life and death, give me another chance!" Lin Jinhe continued to plead.

"These are two different things. For the sake of the motherland and the organization, it is your duty to live and die, and if you take refuge in the Japanese, then you are the enemy of the motherland and the organization. Zhang Zhongmin paused, and then sneered: "You must get the punishment you deserve!" ”

Professor Zhang walked over, stopped Zhang Zhongmin with his hand, and asked Lin Jinhe: "After the attack plan was decided, who did you meet?" ”

Lin Jinhe thought for a while and said: That evening, after I slipped out of the Zhaohe factory, I met Qing ......

He hadn't yet named anyone, but on this bone joint, there was a muffled sound of "poof", and a bullet came from the darkness, hitting Lin Jinhe's back in the heart, Lin Jinhe "fluttered", and his huge body fell to the ground.

Everyone was taken aback, Professor Zhang and Zhang Zhongmin made a look, and the two acted separately.

Professor Zhang led the people to rush to the place where the bullets flew, and the people had already slipped away.

Professor Zhang carefully inspected the scene, and sure enough, a small bullet casing was found in the grass. He quickly picked it up, rubbed it on his clothes, and put them in his pocket.

And Zhang Zhongmin stepped forward, squatted in front of Lin Jinhe, and shouted eagerly: "Lin Jinhe, Lin Jinhe, wake up, wake up, tell me who it is......"

Lin Jinhe struggled to open his eyes, and said something indistinctly.

Zhang Zhongmin hurriedly leaned down and put his ear to Lin Jinhe's mouth.

Lin Jinhe was angry, and his voice was like a mosquito and fly, and he said intermittently: Catch... Scratch... Scratch......

When he said this, his head tilted, and he was breathless.