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Chapter 204: Secret Confrontation (3)

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    On this night, at two o'clock in the morning when the moon was dark and the wind was high, the Northeast Military Intelligence Bureau and the Gestapo's dragnet began to close the net as hard as the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.  Under the shadow of the moonlight, groups of warriors in the darkness were charging.  Shangguan Mo and Heydrich each led a team of Dong'an and a team of Gestapo. One after another, the two groups basically broke into the inconspicuous shoe store and laundry in the military industrial base.  Before he could escape or commit suicide by swallowing potassium cyanide, more than a dozen capable Chinese and German agents jumped in from all the doors and windows like lightning and knocked down the blonde female boss who was disguised as the person in charge of the shoe store.  He was restrained to the ground, and the cold handcuffs ended the espionage career of this "Churchill's favorite female spy". Six other service staff in the laundry and shoe store were also arrested.  There is no need for them to explain anything, because there is nothing to say.  They disguised themselves as service personnel and took advantage of the opportunity to repair the shoes and dry-clean clothes of the base's scientific researchers. They quietly placed nearly a thousand micro bugs in the heels of those shoes and in the buttons of their clothes, stealing a large amount of scientific research from the No. 19 Military Industrial Base.  confidential.  Immediately, a large number of Dong'an agents began to knock on the doors door to door to collect the tampered shoes and clothes.

    On the other hand, Leng Feng, Liu Zhendong, Weng Zhihai, and Bai Biao led another military special team and rang the doorbell of Room 520 of the 26th dormitory building.

    The door opened, revealing the sleepy and confused face of Margarita Konekova.  She was quickly surprised, because she saw more than a dozen strange men and women with stern expressions and wearing special uniforms standing at the door, "You are"

    "Miss Su Jingyu, I am Leng Feng, director of the Military Intelligence Bureau of the Northeast Security Ministry of China. You have been arrested for espionage. This is the arrest warrant and search warrant." Leng Feng's tone was as cold as ice.  He motioned to the agents around him: "Search."

    The expressionless Dongan agents poured into Margarita Konekova's home like a black water, and then quickly spread to various rooms, searching with great efficiency like demolishing a house.  .

    "This this" Margarita Konekova seemed to have just woken up from her sleep. She looked pale and gaped: "Director Leng Director Leng, sirs, are you mistaken? How can I be a spy?  ?¡±

    "How can we arrest you without 100% certainty? Your details are now in our hands." A faint smile appeared at the corner of Leng Feng's mouth, "Su Jingyu, your real name is Margarita  Konekova, originally from the Soviet Union, is a Russian. After you and your ex-husband came to Northeast China as visiting scholars in 1932, a Soviet spy named Yelizavita Zarubina was hiding in Northeast China.  quietly approached you and developed you into a Soviet 'Cheka' agent, codenamed 'Red Queen'. After the Sino-Soviet War broke out, you accepted the orders of the 'Cheka' headquarters and Stalin himself, pretended to renounce Soviet citizenship and married your ex  My husband broke up and divorced. In fact, this was so that you could continue to seduce Dr. Einstein and use your relationship with him to repeatedly spy on the scientific research secrets of our Thor atomic bomb project. I'm right, right?  ?You are a swallow of the Soviet 'Cheka'."

    Margarita showed an angry and funny expression, and said in a sarcastic tone: "That's ridiculous! Mr. Leng, do you have any evidence? Are you positioning me as a spy based on these unfounded speculations?  This is simply ridiculous! I am going to accuse you of abusing your power to General Zhang Xueliang! Do you have my credentials for espionage?"

    Leng Feng smiled faintly: "Margarita Konekova, you are indeed very smart. Your room is very clean and there is nothing. Of course, we still have the evidence, but in order to catch big fish, so for the time being  It can¡¯t be taken out yet. However, I already know how you passed on the information. This alone is enough to arrest you."

    Margarita said coldly: "Oh, I would like to hear the details."

    Leng Feng showed a strange smile and slowly walked to the window of the living room with his hands behind his back.  The birdcage was still hanging there, and the fat American Macaw was jumping around in it, tilting its head from time to time and looking at Leng Feng with its black eyes.  Leng Feng also looked at the little guy, teasing it while slowly narrating: "I really didn't know you or how you communicated with the secret liaison station outside the base at first. Heydrich asked me this  When I asked the question, I accidentally said, "The entire base is sealed so that not a single fly can fly out." Of course, this is just a simple exaggeration in Chinese. However, I suddenly remembered something. Yes  "Leng Feng turned around and looked at the expressionless Margarita Konekova, "You and your accomplices actually used this parrot to send messages, flying pigeons to send messages, why didn't I think of it?  What? This ancient method is really effective.??, and then burst into tears, tears welling up in streams.

    Citizens on the road stepped forward in surprise, "Hey, what's wrong with you?" Someone suddenly recognized him: "Ah! Isn't this Mr. President's secretary, Miss Lucy McGinn? Miss McGinn, what's wrong with you?"  "

    In the crowd, a handsome but haggard young white man strode forward, hugged Miss McGinn tightly, rubbed her hands over and over again, and said with red eyes and heartbreak: "Okay, honey.  ", don't cry! Mom is gonedon't be too sad" He held up Miss McGinn's crying face again: "Lucy, my baby, look at me, the car accident is indeed unfortunate, but mom  We have gone to heaven. And those of us who are still alive should live well, you know?" Miss McGinn still has several faint scars on her hands, face and neck, which were also left in the car accident. For this reason, she  Stayed in the hospital for more than two months.

    Miss McGinn was still in tears. She nodded tremblingly and threw herself into the young man's arms, sobbing.  This young man is her boyfriend, Dr. Jack, a young, promising and famous surgeon at Arlington Hospital.

    "Thank you, thank you." Jack helped Miss McGinn, who was swaying and almost collapsing, and thanked the concerned people around her as she walked.  "My dear, I have to be on duty tonight and can't accompany you. Don't be too sad." Jack glanced anxiously at the street, stretched out his hand and shouted: "Taxi!"

    It¡¯s 12 o¡¯clock in the middle of the night, everything is quiet, Arlington Hospital in Washington City.

    The air was filled with the strong smell of formalin and other preservatives and an eerie atmosphere, and the bright incandescent lights illuminated the hospital morgue.  The four walls were lined with rows of gleaming silver stainless steel freezer cabinets, which contained patients who died on the operating table or corpses temporarily stored here.

    In a room so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, Dr. Jack, wearing a white coat, was working overtime at his desk all night long. Being alone among a pile of corpses did not scare him at all. He had long been accustomed to it.  While Jack was listening to the surroundings with vigilance, he quickly wrote a medical report:

    ¡°¡­After the last examination, there was no rejection reaction on the face or hands. The adverse symptoms of GVHR such as hyperacute rejection, acute rejection, and chronic rejection have been ruled out. The capillary bed endothelial cells did not show any deterioration such as proliferation or fibrosis.  , there was no bacterial infection, inflammation, mutual exclusion of histocompatibility antigens, necrosis and other symptoms, and the effect was ideal. The plastic surgery was very successful. The facial features and hand fingerprints of the transplanted person were exactly the same as those of the transplanted person. The specific report is as follows Please  It was handed over to the boss at xx time and xx, and the 'transferring the work' plan was a complete success."

    After writing the report, Dr. Jack put down his pen and breathed a sigh of relief. He looked out the window, the starry sky was bright, and there was still infinite darkness around him.  He knew that he would continue to be in this darkness.  Lighting a cigarette, Jack strolled over to an unknown morgue in an inconspicuous corner. A smile appeared on his lips, and he pulled open the cabinet with force.

    ¡°In the black body bag, there was a gruesome female corpse lying.  The corpse was unrecognizable, and the face was bloody and covered with dried blood scabs, because the entire face of the corpse had been removed in a delicate surgical operation, and the same was true for both hands.

    "It's an incredible, almost perfect operation." Jack smiled faintly.  He looked at the body. No one knew who she was, and no one knew that the unfortunate car accident was actually man-made, and that there was a huge and well-planned plan hidden behind it.

    "Miss Lucy McGinn, rest in peace. Although you are dead, someone is continuing to live for you." Jack puffed out a puff of cigarette and put out the cigarette butt, and took out a small bottle and slowly poured out the densely packed things inside.  He slowly fell into the body bag, and with a slight "rustling" sound, an increasingly strong corpse smell of sulfur dioxide began to waft out, permeating the morgue.  What fell down were carefully cultivated microorganisms that could quickly break down and dissolve proteins.  By about dawn, the entire corpse will have been eaten away by these highly prolific microorganisms, leaving only hair and a few bones.

    "Golden Swallow, I wish you good luck." Jack whispered, he pushed the morgue back up and walked to the window.  He was listening silently and carefully like a sculpture, listening devoutly and loyally to the Pacific Ocean 10,000 kilometers away. He seemed to hear the rumble of artillery fire as the Northeast Navy was engaged in a fierce battle with the US Pacific Fleet. Ah, war  The roar of naval guns, the roaring of naval guns, the flying of torpedoes, the roaring of bombs, the roaring of fighter planes, and the murderous Marine Corps launched a charge amidst the deafening sound of killing, with tomahawk flags one after another.  In the hunting and flying motherland, you will definitely win.  Under the starlight at night, every warrior hidden in the darkness said silently in his heart.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)om
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