After the stomach washing, Li Shiqun was not seriously injured and felt a little calmer. However, after two days, he suddenly vomited and had diarrhea and suffered from indifference. After examination by the hospital, the symptoms were similar to cholera and there was no cure.

When he died, Li Shiqun's body had shrunk very little, and his face and skin were wrinkled and dry like an 80-year-old man. He told his subordinates in a faint voice to avenge himself and then die.

Later I learned that the amoeba virus secretly developed by the Japanese in Li Shiqun was a highly toxic cultured with feces of rats suffering from cholera. After being poisoned, it did not show signs immediately, but bacterium quickly reproduced. Thirty-six hours later, it began to vomit and diarrhea, and died of water all over the body. The death process was extremely painful.

The once powerful agent director No. 76, Li Shiqun, the spy chief who made Shanghai citizens frightened, was killed by the Japanese. He was only 38 years old when he died. Because he was not dead at the banquet, Nakasa Okamura had no connection at all. Afterwards, he came to mourn him hypocritically. Li Shiqun's widow and subordinates dared not speak out.

Wu Sibao died at the hands of Li Shiqun, and Li Shiqun was poisoned by Luo Junqiang and the Japanese. Since then, the glory of No. 76 has disappeared and gradually declined. Wang Jingwei knew that his love for the general was killed by the Japanese, so he had to accept the reality and sent representatives to pay condolences and allocated another 50,000 yuan in pensions. Now that the currency has depreciated, a pair of glass stockings costs 200,000 yuan, and only a few wreaths can be bought for 50,000 yuan.

When Li Shiqun died, everyone was very happy. Whether it was the pseudo-government, the Japanese, or the Chongqing and the New Fourth Army, they all had a thorn in their eyes. Everyone continued to make money. The situation was getting tighter day by day. The Pacific battlefield was full of blood. People well-informed revealed that the elite Kanto Army, who were originally guarding against the Russians, had been transferred to Nanyang, which showed the huge gap in military strength.

Shanghai has scarce resources, and the most tense things are coal and gasoline. The power plant lacks coal, so it can only shut down and limit power. But strangely, those casino dance halls with backstage lights all night, and they use electricity without any scruples. The car class cannot buy gasoline, so they can only modify cars. They install a black iron boiler for charcoal burning in the back. Later, they can't even buy charcoal and can only park in the garage. However, the nouveau riche who depend on the Japanese and puppets exchange luxury cars one by one. God knows where they got the new cars and gasoline.

At Hongqiao Airport, a transport plane without any sign landed. The staff of the imperial organs were waiting here early. A new Buick sedan was unloaded on the plane. The paint was shiny, the wheels were brand new and burrs. This was a smuggled car transported from Chongqing. Although it was still fighting, this secret transaction had been going on for a long time. The smuggled planes traveled between Chongqing and Shanghai. The fighters of both sides ignored it and were unblocked.

After unloading the goods, the pilot was invited to Shili Foreign Field. He first went to Xinya Hotel for a big meal, then danced in Paramount, served at the casino in the evening. If he won, he was his own, and if he lost, he was the chief Yan. In the end, he arranged a dancer to accompany him. The next morning, the pilot returned to Chongqing with a box of antiques, jade and famous calligraphy and paintings as payment.

...

In a senior salon in Chongqing, some important people from the political and academic circles gathered with American friends to talk about political forms. Chen Zikun, who came back from the war zone, was also among them. Now he is in the limelight and has become one of the representatives of the Kuomintang’s internal affairs department.

Lin Wenlong is also here. He is a teacher at Southwest Associated University and a member of the Democratic League. He often publishes current political comments in newspapers. He is a famous person in the cultural circle of Chongqing. He said: "Today's China is divided into three parts, one is a puppet China under the Japanese rule, one is a feudal China under the Kuomintang rule, and the other is a democratic China under the ** rule."

Someone said: "Mr. Lin, do you mean that China's hope lies with **?"

Lin Wenlong said: "I didn't say that. I just think that only democracy can save China."

Ruan Mingchuan of Xinhua News Agency crossed his legs and said, "It's a pity that the most democratic place is surrounded by a large army. The troops surrounding northern Shaanxi increased from 14 divisions to 21 divisions. The elite troops did not go to the front line to attack Japan and sharpened their own knives. It was ridiculous, ridiculous, lamentable, and sad."

Lin Wenlong said: "That's not true. If it weren't for the sake of American friends, Mr. Jiang would have done it long ago." He said, looking at Davis, the secretary of the US Embassy who was chatting and laughing with Chen Zikun not far away.

Davis is Stilwell's political adviser and has a good relationship with Zhou Enlai. He once suggested to Washington to set up a consulate general in northern Shaanxi and send a military observation team, and allocate U.S. aid materials to the ** army. He was not the only one who held this view. The longer he lived in the National District, the more he had such an idea. The Kuomintang was unbearable, the morale of the army was low, the superiors became corrupt, the political faction was endless, and political factions had no intention of fighting against Japan, and just wanted to sit and enjoy the fruits and wait for the United States to defeat Japan. Such a regime was already rotten. Compared with the vigorous **, it was like a tumultuous old man who was about to die.

Chen Zikun worked in Washington for a while and mastered many professional political and military vocabulary. He talked with Davis very much. When he talked about Yan'an's expansion airport waiting for the US military delegation to come, someone suddenly broke in and shouted: "Good news, Italy has surrendered."

Suddenly there was silence, and Chen Zikun first reacted: "Is the news true?"

"It's true, Italy officially announced its surrender by the BBC broadcast." The visitor replied excitedly.

There was a lot of joy, and Lin Wenlong shouted: "I'll invite you to open beer."

Chen Zikun smiled and said, "It's not your turn to ask, I'll pay for it today." He took a bottle of beer and drank Davis, shrugged and said, "In fact, Italy's surrender may not be a good thing."

"Oh, General Chen's view is very strange. Can you explain it?" Davis said.

Chen Zikun said: "If the Italian Navy had not been able to defeat Malta's British squadron and the army was dragged down in North Africa, how could Rommel be defeated by Montgomery? Now that he surrendered, he would have to declare war on the Axis powers after a while. In this way, Germany would have lost one burden, but the allies had a pig-like teammate. How could it be a good thing?"

Davis laughed: "It's fun, but it's worth a drink."

At the end of the party, many people were drunk. Chen Zikun put the drunk Lin Wenlong into his car. When he drove back home, he found a car behind him slowly. He immediately stopped the car and borrowed a phone call at the roadside shop. He continued to get on the car and walked for a distance. He simply got out of the car and went over to question it. The other party politely showed the ID of the Chongqing Commission for the Central Commission for Administration of China and asked him: "Is there any problem?"

Chen Zikun sneered: "What are you doing with me?"

"General Chen, the road to Chongqing is not your family, right?" A middle-aged spy with yellow teeth said in a slight and uneven response.

Chen Zikun said: "Okay, if you want to follow, continue to follow. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

After getting in the car for a while, the Zhongtong vehicle was still following behind. Suddenly the headlights were on, and a harsh sound of brakes were heard. Four Willis Jeeps blocked the Military Control Commission's cars from front and back. A group of young Air Force men wearing boat hats jumped out of the car. They dragged the two spies out of the car without saying a word. After beating them, they smashed the headlights and the car glass. The tires were deflated and then left.

The two spies got up from the ground, patted the soil on their bodies, and wiped the blood on their faces. Fortunately, the other party was very cautious and did not hurt the bones. The two patrolmen looked here from afar and did not dare to come over to ask.

"What do you think? Let's take a look at it and you're snatching your eyes." Huangya spyed at the patrolman and sniffed hissing and air conditioning: "I'm my god, my front teeth are loose. These guys, even those from the Central Bureau of the Central Bureau dare to fight."

His partner said, "He's the Flying Tigers, there's no place to reason, so accept it."

...

When Chen Zikun returned home, his five-year-old daughter Chen Jiao came over and called her dad in a slight voice, but she saw her dad move her uncle out of the car and hurried back to find her mom. Everyone carried Lin Wenlong into the guest room to rest.

"How can I drink this way?" Lin Wenjing blamed.

When Chen Zikun said the good news of Italy's surrender, everyone was very happy, but when Chen Zikun told him that he was being followed by a spy in the Central Commission for Discipline, everyone was frowning.

"I guess you strongly advocated arming the Eighth Route Army, which annoyed the supreme authorities, so I instructed the Zhongtong to keep an eye on you." Lin Wenjing said.

Chen Zikun said: "No, I do these things openly and there is no need to secretly follow them. Besides, my identity is here, no one dares to touch me. The Central Commission for Discipline Agency came to Wenlong. His articles published in the newspapers during this period are very radical, and I am afraid they will be on the blacklist."

Lin Wenjing said sadly: "What should I do? Wenlong was keen on politics when he was in college in Peking and was straightforward, so he would sooner or later he would harm himself."

Chen Zikun said: "Military and politics are eternal hobbies for men. Wenlong reads more books and thinks more. There is nothing wrong with being keen on politics. It is better than being greedy for money and lust. Things are impermanent. Who can guarantee that the Kuomintang’s dominance will last for a few years."

Lin Wenjing said: "This is just something that I say to you, and I don't dare to say it outside."

Chen Zikun laughed at it.

It was still early, so Chen Zikun went to the study to read the newspaper, twisted the radio, lit a small cigarette puff and sucked the clouds and mist. Lin Wenjing came in and stood behind him silently, helping him beat his shoulders.

"You just said that the overall situation will change, what does it mean?" Lin Wenjing asked.

"Japan is sooner or later defeat. China will face two choices, one is to implement democracy and the other is to fight a civil war." Chen Zikun said.

"Vested interest groups will never give up their power, so they are most likely to face civil war." Although Lin Wenjing is a female, she is also an intellectual who has participated in student movements and has a very accurate grasp of the political situation.

Chen Zikun turned around and held her hand: "This is why I strongly agree with the use of US aid to arm the Eighth Route Army. The stronger they are, the less Chiang Kai-shek dares to launch a civil war. I believe that under the coordination of the United States, the Kuomintang and the Communist Party can put down their weapons and use votes to decide the outcome."

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