coobybook Chapter 1044 You dare to play tricks on me? Watch me forge a knife myself!
Chapter 1044 You dare to play tricks on me? Watch me forge a knife myself!
Liu Yuncang painfully raised his head, looking at Xiao Cheng's foolish appearance, then at his own bleeding arm and the bald eagle embassy car with its front deformed and glass shattered everywhere, and then at the exclamations and footsteps approaching rapidly all around him...
He wanted to curse, but he didn't even have the strength to do so.
What the hell is going on?!
With this level of skill, they still want to make moves and hope to return to the other side?
You might as well dig a hole, stick that bald head in, and then shamelessly claim to be stronger than the whole earth. That would be more reliable than this!
Liu Yuncang's grief and indignation were almost overflowing. Anyone who was happily singing and preparing to drive to a comfortable bath with someone scrubbing their back would end up like this, with no tears left in their eyes, after being blown up before they even set off.
What's even more infuriating is that the one who threw the "bomb" was one of their own, and the culprit actually escaped punishment by instinctively crouching down with his head in his hands out of fear of being reprimanded!
He gritted his teeth and pushed himself up, the wound on his arm throbbing painfully. With his uninjured left hand, he pulled and dragged the still-dazed Xiao Cheng to his feet, his voice hoarse as he growled, "Quick! Push my car deep into the alley! Quick! Then get out of here! Remember, nothing happened today! You've never seen me, and I don't know what you brought! Get out!!!"
He had to deal with the car immediately; he couldn't leave this obvious weakness behind. He needed to disappear as quickly as possible. As for the other detonator Xiao Cheng had left behind…
After I leave, I don't care if the floodwaters rise to the sky!
The thought of leaving the mission and returning to his hometown had never been so strong as it almost burst through Liu Yuncang's chest.
Startled by his shout, Xiao Cheng finally came to his senses and hurriedly followed Liu Yuncang to push the car. It took the two of them a lot of effort to push the wrecked car behind a pile of debris deep in the alley, barely covering the mess.
Just as Xiao Cheng was about to say something, Liu Yuncang shoved him hard, causing him to stumble and fall a few steps. When he turned around, Liu Yuncang had already turned into another alley, and his figure quickly disappeared around the corner.
The footsteps at the alley entrance grew closer and closer, and Xiao Cheng, disregarding everything else, ran away as fast as he could.
As Liu Yuncang hurried along, the thought of desertion in his mind grew like wild grass, becoming more and more numerous.
Xiao Cheng's careless and scatterbrained manner makes him seem nothing like a trained special agent; he's practically a greenhorn! You can tell from him just how incompetent the group involved in this operation is.
But what about Zhang Peizhi?
More than once in his reports to his superiors, he boasted about the "Phnom Penh intelligence network" he had established, saying how sophisticated the network was, how capable the agents he had trained were, and how useful they were.
Seeing is believing.
Liu Yuncang sneered inwardly. This wasn't impressive at all; it was just a bunch of incompetent fools!
Working for this group of people will only lead to your death sooner or later; how can you expect to achieve anything significant?
Enough, I might as well go home.
Phnom Penh isn't too far from my hometown. As long as I cross those five, six, seven, or eight mountains, I'll be able to get to my doorstep.
Has my 80-year-old mother's wrinkles gotten even deeper?
Once this thought became clear, it grew wildly in his heart like weeds, and could no longer be contained.
With this in mind, Liu Yuncang made up his mind to escape and would never get involved in this mess again.
He walked around several streets and found an inconspicuous bathhouse, where he took a clean bath to wash away the smell of gunpowder and blood.
He then went to an inconspicuous little clinic, lying that he had been cut by flying parts while repairing his car, and had the doctor hastily remove the glass shards from his arm and bandage it.
To be on the safe side, he also opened the first aid kit provided by the Taiwanese headquarters and swallowed quinine tablets, which were supposedly able to "prevent tropical diseases and refresh the mind."
After changing clothes in the safe house he had prepared with extra caution, Liu Yuncang touched the dozens of US dollars and his overseas Chinese residence permit sewn into his underwear pocket. A bold, almost absurd plan began to sprout in his despair.
Running away is absolutely necessary. Working with these incompetent teammates on this kind of deadly business will only lead to our demise sooner or later.
Smuggling back across mountains and valleys?
joke!
Are those five, six, seven, or eight mountains so easy to climb?
Jungle, border, wild beasts... a dead end.
The most dangerous places are often the safest. The most unlikely paths are often the least guarded.
Yes, just do it!
He took out a Franklin note, got into a cyclos (a rickshaw with the passenger in front and the driver in the back), and headed towards the dignified courtyard near the intersection of Monivong Boulevard in downtown Phnom Penh.
Our embassy is right here!
"Hello, comrade."
Liu Yuncang, speaking Mandarin with a slight Minnan accent, forced a smile that was a mixture of excitement and timidity as he handed a residence permit and a pre-prepared "tragic experience" into the window.
“I…I am an overseas Chinese living in Phnom Penh, but my ancestral home is in Fujian. For so many years, I have always thought about returning to my roots and going back to see them…I have heard that our motherland is now being built very well, and I think, I want to apply to return to China to settle down and go see it, even if it’s just to see it.”
His mind raced with calculations: It's just pretending to be an overseas Chinese! This identity is perfect for me. The embassy receives so many people every day, they don't have time to scrutinize everything. As long as I get that legendary overseas Chinese return-to-China settlement certificate, I can board a plane openly and legally, and from then on, I'll have a bright future.
Zhang Peizhi? Let him dream in the tunnel!
……
Meanwhile, at the Darian Naval Training Base, in the small red building.
The second-generation Snapdragon 1400 was already buzzing at its most rapid frequency, and the exposed integrated board was so hot it could burn your hand. Jiang Xia's fingertips flew across the keyboard, and the next few telegrams were deciphered one after another.
The printer spewed out more and more paper, each sheet carrying secret messages from distant Phnom Penh, yet it was like a dull knife cutting flesh, slow to deliver the fatal blow.
"With the increasingly close ties between the Phnom Penh authorities and Beiping, the locals are very wary, making it difficult to develop reliable connections..."
"Funding is tight, and our activities have been repeatedly hampered, but our team is still struggling to keep going. Recently, we even successfully contacted and developed relationships with two Indian businessmen, who may provide new channels for intelligence gathering and the transfer of supplies..."
"The climate here is harsh, diseases are prevalent, and equipment maintenance is difficult. We request additional funding for medicines and special equipment maintenance..."
"All personnel are on standby, their morale must be boosted, not dampened. They urgently need both spiritual and material rewards from headquarters to stabilize morale..."
Between the lines, the author vividly portrays a spy team struggling in a foreign land, filled with internal grievances and self-serving calculations.
The telegrams shared a common message, which can be summarized in one sentence: "I, the action team, have done the work and endured the hardships, so hurry up and send the money!"
As for the exact coordinates of the tunnel? The precise deployment of the personnel? The specific timing of the explosion? Not a single word was provided.
"Another telegram asking for credit and money!" Secretary Liu slammed the newly printed telegram on the table in anger. "These parasites!"
Director Zheng's face was ashen as he unconsciously traced the deadly highway on the map with his finger: "We can't wait any longer. Get the comrades outside moving. Let them walk along this highway!"
Even Jiang Xia, who had entered a rational state and whose emotions should have been extremely smooth, started to look strange in the eyes.
"No...this is illogical..."
"The surface information in these messages is seriously mismatched with the preset task weights... The redundancy is too high, and the effective information density is too low... They are concealing something and filling the channel with nonsense..."
“The efficiency of the conventional path is below the threshold…” Jiang Xia said in a low voice, which sounded incomprehensible to others.
Grabbing the original telegram in front of him, Jiang Xia's eyes darkened, and he recklessly turned on the scanner simultaneously.
Unseen by outsiders, a streak of light swept across a stack of printing papers.
"Paper type: 70g ordinary woodfree paper...Ink composition: Regular aniline printing ink, containing trace amounts..."
"Information on the use of non-globulin eggs!"
Scanners that work flawlessly on mechanical equipment are utterly ineffective when faced with information on paper. This is because they can only analyze the physical and chemical properties of paper and ink, offering no clues to cracking codes.
Jiang Xia suddenly opened his eyes, and a rare, almost violent, irritation appeared on his usually calm face.
(??へ??╬)! ! !
Do you think I can't handle this kind of conventional physical information garbage that's used to fill the telegrams?
Jiang Xia stopped looking at the coded messages on the screen and closed his eyes again, immersing himself in the simulated space composed of countless points of light and lines that only he could "see".
Since the external "scanner" can't help with semantic analysis, and since the enemy's telegrams are like long, tedious, and cryptic rags...
"Then I'll forge a sharp knife myself!"