An extraordinary life journey through old Beijing courtyard houses

Don't listen to how passionately that guy talked before. Under Miki, there's nothing he can't get.

Jiang Baobin would never put himself in a dangerous situation.

With a thought racing through his mind, he immediately lay down again.

Not only that, he also took off his shoes.

Then close your eyes and listen carefully...

A long flute suddenly rang out with a "toot!"

The sudden noise startled Tian Zhongsi, the secret agent who happened to be walking nearby.

He appeared casual, but in reality, all his energy was focused on the person he was tracking, which is why he was startled.

Tian Zhongsi subconsciously looked into the car, only to see a bare foot.

It was obvious that someone was sleeping inside and accidentally bumped into the speaker.

At the same time, Wang Wenshan, who was focused on his surroundings, also looked over at the sound.

He certainly recognized Jiang Baobin's car, but he hadn't noticed it because he was in such a hurry.

But now the car was no longer important, because he had also spotted the spy Tian Zhongsi.

As their eyes met, the same thought popped into their heads at the same time: I've been exposed!

Wang Wenshan reacted quickly; he crouched down and ran away as fast as he could!

I must say, this kid is pretty agile; he darted off a long distance in just a few steps.

Now that they've been exposed, their long-term plan to catch a big fish has failed.

Tian Zhongsi didn't hesitate either; he drew his gun as he chased after Wang Wenshan and fired at his back.

One possibility is that they want to keep him here, or perhaps they want to send a message to their companions.

Jiang Baobin also got out of the car and quietly followed behind Tian Zhongsi.

He absolutely would not allow Wang Wenshan to fall into the hands of spies...

Beiping Municipal Bureau of Secrecy

Dejected, Tian Zhongsi stood dejectedly before Wang Puchen.

Wang was a cunning man who barely spoke throughout the entire ordeal, only smoking incessantly.

However, silent pressure is often the hardest to bear.

Sweating profusely, Tian Zhongsi made an excuse for himself, saying, "Stationmaster, it's all because of that loudspeaker."

"If it hadn't suddenly started ringing, I wouldn't have been exposed."

"In that case, I'll definitely be able to find their hideout and wipe them out completely..."

"What loudspeaker?" Wang Puchen interrupted him, pressing for an answer.

Tian Zhongsi was taken aback, then replied, "It was a car parked on the side of the road when I passed by."

"The people sleeping inside accidentally honked the horn, and I was caught off guard and exposed."

"Actually, Wang Wenshan had urgent business to attend to at the time and didn't even notice that I was following him."

"It was that loudspeaker that alerted him, otherwise I guarantee I could have followed the trail and found his supplier."

Wang Puchen narrowed his eyes slightly and asked slowly, "What model of car is it? What's the license plate number?"

Tian Zhongsi was stunned, then said embarrassedly, "Stationmaster, I, I didn't notice, but it was a black sedan."

A cold glint flashed in Wang Puchen's eyes.

Tian Zhongsi then realized he had said something stupid, because 90 out of 100 cars on the market are black.

As someone he was mentoring, Wang Puchen patiently advised, "No one dies without illness; there aren't that many coincidences in this world."

"Those of us in this line of work have to question everything! Otherwise, we'll achieve nothing."

Tian Zhongsi snapped to attention: "Yes, stationmaster!"

"I'll go check right away and make sure we find this troublesome car today."

Wang Puchen nodded slightly: "Go ahead."

After Tian Zhongsi left, Wang Puchen stubbed out his cigarette, returned to his chair, and opened a drawer.

He took out the confidential documents he had previously put away and began to review them again.

Among the many high-ranking officials in the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, Wang Puchen held a special position—

He was the late Director Dai's primary school classmate and the current Director Mao's middle school classmate.

It can be said that he was highly valued by two successive bureau chiefs.

After Director Dai's death, he suppressed dissidents and made great contributions to Director Mao's seizure of power in Beiping.

Precisely because his future was secure, Wang Puchen was not particularly interested in arresting more CCP members.

He was more concerned with the big picture. What was the point of capturing more henchmen if the battle was lost? Wouldn't the whole thing still end in disaster?

However, the more Wang Puchen read the battle reports, the uglier his expression became—

The PLA's southward advance along the "Beining Line" has a posture reminiscent of beating a dog behind closed doors.

Now it all depends on whether they can hold out on the battlefield and for how long.

If the war outside the Great Wall is lost, Beijing and Tianjin will be the first to suffer.

So, can he, the biggest spy in Beiping, expect to get away with this?

After dropping the battle report, Wang Puchen slumped back in his chair.

He had already begun to consider retreating—a wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall!

Having made up his mind, he sat up straight again.

He was a smart man who knew the principle that "if you want to take something, you must first give something."

Before retreating, we must do a few impressive and shocking things.

Only those who are valuable can be valued; otherwise, they will only become cannon fodder.

With that in mind, he lit a cigarette and slowly began to sort out what major events could make him a sensation...

Meanwhile, Wang Wenshan, who had escaped unscathed, was reporting the situation to his superior.

If Jiang Baobin were here, he would be utterly astonished.

Isn't this the old policeman Zhao Zhibang called over to be his translator?

It turned out they were underground party members, and even Wang Wenshan's superior.

"How could you be so careless?" Zhong Hong asked, frowning.

Wang Wenshan looked ashamed and said, "I apologize to the organization."

"After receiving the mission, I was too anxious and let my guard down."

"I never expected to be recognized by spies while walking down the street; it almost ruined everything..."

After listening attentively, Zhong Hong said earnestly, "You must learn from this lesson!"

"There can be no mistakes in enemy-related work, otherwise it will cause irreparable damage to the organization and to individuals!"

Wang Wenshan repeatedly agreed.

Having finished his criticism, Zhong Hong then asked, "You're saying that Jiang Baobin saved you again this time?"

"Yes, I didn't notice at first; his car was parked on the side of the road."

"When the agent passed by the car, he pretended to accidentally honk the horn."

"That's when I realized I was being followed, otherwise I would have been in big trouble!"

Looking at Wang Wenshan's still somewhat immature face, Zhong Hong felt helpless.

Who doesn't make mistakes when they're young? Experiencing setbacks helps you mature faster.

Wang Wenshan finally voiced the idea he had been pondering for a long time: "Old Zhong."

"I think Jiang Baobin is loyal to our Party."

"Should I make contact and try to win him over?"

Zhong Hong immediately raised his hand to stop him: "Not only are you not allowed to touch him, but you must also retreat to the back immediately."

"This is the best protection for both of you!"

Seeing Wang Wenshan's blank expression, Zhong Hong explained, "If I'm not mistaken..."

"Jiang Baobin is now being watched by secret agents. You can imagine the danger you'll face if you show up!"

Wang Wenshan stared wide-eyed in disbelief—just for honking the horn, he was being watched?

Chung Hung patted him on the shoulder and said meaningfully, "The enemy is very cunning and ruthless."

"Don't underestimate them; doing so will harm both yourself and others."

Wang Wenshan nodded as if he understood something...