Chapter 1 Question (Six Dimensions)

"Yes, yes, what the bureau chief said is, I'll make arrangements now, yes, I'll take a plane back to Chongqing immediately." On the other side of the receiver, Ma Hansan, the stationmaster of the Military Control Commission's Sui Station, smiled with a smile on his face, as if Dai Li was standing opposite him, but the hand placed on the table clenched and clenched tightly into a fist.

There was a major incident within the Military Control Bureau, otherwise Dai Li would never condescend to make this call to himself. In the past, even if you gave him a generous gift, he would only send a secretary to notify you at most, and would never call his subordinates with a kiss, and would take the initiative to sell it on the phone.

But what happened that could make Boss Dai be humble to him, a reckless man. Ma Hansan is a sensible person. He knew that the most important thing for a sensible person to live long is to understand how much water is in his bowl. To be honest, in the big temple of the Military Control Commission, although he is one of the four great Vajras, his weight is far less than that of the other three. Regardless of scheming, strategy, or the team strength he has, he is willing to be the last.

Compared with the other three King Kongs, his only strength is that he is brave, good at killing without blinking his eyes. However, he is not the only one in the Military Control Commission. No matter what, the newly rising intoxicated person is a king of killers who is like a fake one. If he really wants to move face to face, his old horse may not even stick to his hair, and his whole body will be eye-catching.

Since it was not his own plan, and he could not be appointed to kill and set fire, Boss Dai's purpose of suddenly calling himself to return to Chongqing was a bit strange. Thinking of the bloody fight between his colleagues at the headquarters of the Military Intelligence Bureau, Ma Hansan shuddered and the hand on the table opened instinctively, trying to find something that would make him feel at ease to hold it, but he only held a cold gun handle.

In June, even outside the frontier, it was as hot as a stove. Behind Ma Hansan, there was a coldness. Boss Dai's voice on the other side of the phone had disappeared for a long time, but his left hand was still firmly holding the receiver, as if there was a bomb hidden in the telephone set beside him. As long as he put the receiver down, he would blow himself to pieces.

"Master, the tea is ready, you can drink a few sips while it's hot." Someone came over with a tea bowl and handed it to his mouth with a slight hand.

"Uh, tea, thank you." Ma Hansan put down his pistol in a daze, took the tea bowl, and poured it into his mouth. At the entrance, there was a soft sweetness, slid across his throat with a faint fragrance, and immediately made the five internal organs hanging in his throat relax.

"What tea?" Ma Hansan quickly came to his senses, his eyes were as bright as lightning. He saw a face full of concern, very familiar, so familiar that it was annoying.

"You little bastard, you dare to come back to see me." He threw the tea bowl hard on the ground, and Ma Hansan cursed, "Hide, if you have the ability, go to Yan'an. Anyway, you have your friends there, and you won't have to worry about not being able to find something to do if you go."

"That's not possible." Peng Xuewen quickly squatted down and copied the tea bowl into his hand before it had contact with the ground, and put it back on the table. "The disciple arranged people to invade Yan'an several times last year, but they discovered that they were all. The people in the Yan'an Special Department didn't know how much hated the disciples. If the disciple took the initiative to deliver the goods to the door, they would probably be thrown into prison by them the next day."

"You also know that you have been on the blacklist." Ma Hansan raised his foot and kicked Peng Xuewen's thick thigh. "Then you still have your life to help them. If you want to leave a way out for yourself, it is not like this. At least you have to make sure that you can pass the internal review of our Military Affairs Bureau alive."

"It wasn't that I didn't think so much at that time." Peng Xuewen didn't dare to dodge, and was hit hard by Ma Hansan and some big feet. Then he staggered to the table and picked up the teapot to pour water. "Master, please calm down. This is the medicinal tea specially sent by my disciples to the mountains. It's from the summer, and it just happened to be used to set fire."

"Stop flattering, I'm afraid you will poison you." Ma Hansan pushed the tea bowl away and responded angrily, "Poison me, an old spy, you have a confession to Yan'an. You are a bastard, what's wrong with me? You're different ways to push me into the fire pit every day."

"The master is as kind as a mountain to my disciple." Peng Xuewen's eyes turned red when he was scolded, and he responded with a sob, "I didn't think so much at that time. The reason why I came back from afar is to take the blame from my master in person, so as not to implicate my master, so that you can't explain it to your superiors."

"Get out." Ma Hansan didn't look back at him at all, and continued to slap the table with his hands, "Little bastard, I believe you are an idiot. If you want to take the blame, what have you done? I've been hiding outside for more than a month. When I settled the matter for you, you suddenly appeared. You think I'm so stupid, and you can't guess your little bit of care."

"Disciple, isn't you back?" Peng Xuewen's trick of pretending to cry did not work. He quickly put away his tears and added embarrassedly, "Disciple knows that no matter how much disaster arises, the master will take care of it, so the disciple is a little more courageous. However, the disciple did not get anything this time. At least, he exchanged some useful information with the Eighth Route Army and found out some specific details of the collusion between the Jin army and the Japanese invaders."

"What, the Eighth Route Army has given you information," Ma Hansan was stunned immediately, put away his anger and asked hesitantly.

"Of course, I saved their entire guerrillas, and it was the one that went deep into the farthest grassland." Peng Xuewen nodded and responded proudly, "They have to give some compensation for such a big favor. Besides, they also know that the military command is strict. If the disciples don't take some useful things back, they may not be able to get a job with the superiors."

"You, you bastard, are there anything you dare not do in the world? You?" Ma Hansan was surprised and happy, and poked his finger at Peng Xuewen's forehead, "Where is the information? Where is it?"

"I have sorted it out and put it on your safe." Peng Xuewen pointed to the iron cabinet in the corner of the wall, smiling charmingly, "In addition to the Jin army, there are also the Mongolian garrison troops and the North China Expeditionary Army. Anyway, I have been dragged back by the Eighth Route Army. I have also secretly found out some of the things I refuse to give. You always read slowly and choose useful reports. I will ensure that Boss Dai will remember you again."

"You bastard, I'm not greedy for your contribution. In order to make things happen for you, I will throw out almost 10,000 yuan in total. You kid will pay back twice as much as you want." Ma Hansan had no choice but to use his disciple, the closed disciple, and continued to poke the other party's forehead and scold him.

"Okay, isn't it just 20,000 yuan? When the disciple gets rich one day, I will give you double it." Peng Xuewen smiled and said loudly, "But now, can you drink some tea and suppress the anger? I just smelled the barbecue smell inside from a distance outside the door."

"The smell of barbecue," Ma Hansan was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked around. Then, he realized that Peng Xuewen was too angry and burned his meat. He stood up in anger, raised his foot and kicked him hard at the other party's butt, "Little bastard, you dare to spend time, I think you are tired of living, don't beat him for three days, go to the room to remove the tiles, stop with me, if you have the ability, don't run away."

"Oh, oh, Master calms down. If I beat me to death, no one will bring you tea and water." Peng Xuewen pretended to scream and fled all over the room. Ma Hansan followed and kicked him a few times. After all, he couldn't bear to do his best. He stopped breathlessly and held his waist to continue scolding. "It would be better if I beat me to death, so I won't cause trouble for me anymore. Why did I not have eyes? I actually took you, such an ungrateful wolf, as my apprentice."

"Disciple is not a ungrateful wolf. I've been thinking about my master." Peng Xuewen rubbed his butt a few aggrievedly, then took out a few small green objects from his pocket and placed them one by one on the table. "Look, this is all brought by my disciples. This is a green cloud coming out of the mountains. It is said that it was given to Yao Guangxiao by Emperor Chengzu of the Ming Dynasty. This is a cucumber eating cucumbers, and it is a heirloom of Heshen's family. This is a family heirloom of "

"Go to your mother's egg, where did the snuff bottles come from at that time? Who would like to use jade?" Ma Hansan pushed Peng Xuewen away with his hands, and used his hands to protect the edge of the table, fearing that if you accidentally, the emerald green objects fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

Although he studied less, he was a big collector who was just a fake one. In addition to dealing with his boss, he almost changed his other items to various antiques. Although the jade objects that Peng Xuewen placed on the table were not as good as he said, they were first-class in terms of water and craftsmanship, and they also brought very obvious traces of Kanggan's period. Not to mention 20,000 oceans or 120,000 oceans, they might not be able to buy one of them.

"It was given by my disciples' friends on the grassland. I knew that the master liked it, so I didn't refuse them." Peng Xuewen handed the tea bowl to Ma Hansan, and whispered to introduce the origin of the object.

"It's that little guy named Zhang." Ma Han stared at the jade on the table indiscriminately and asked nonsense.

"It's the one named Zhao, who is nicknamed Zhiyunlong. He turned out to be a lone thief and has collected these things a lot." Peng Xuewen shook his head gently first, then nodded slightly.

"It's not worth putting your life in it." Ma Hansan took a big sip of tea, then handed the cup back, and said breathing, "This thing is indeed an antique that is hard to find, but you should also know the discipline of our Military Commission, especially after Boss He left, many people have disappeared silently in the past two years. I am the only disciple left, if you are disciplined, who will I count on in the future?"

Speaking of this, he felt sad. Those who worked as agents all had today or tomorrow. He taught six disciples one after another. Now there is only one who is the only one in front of him. He is the most capable and the least reassuring. Now that he is under his belt, others dare not do anything to him. If he dies one day, with the temperament of this little guy, he still doesn't know what he will be made like.

"I am willful and cause trouble for my master." Hearing Ma Hansan's true feelings revealing, Peng Xuewen felt a little warm, rubbed his eyes and apologized in a low voice.

"It's not a big trouble." Ma Hansan sighed and said with a smile, "Your master, I am still useful in the eyes of Boss Dai now. I won't be able to deal with this matter. But I said, you little guy, don't be so impulsive in your work in the future. You don't think about it. You are the webmaster of the Military Control Bureau now. They are now Communist guerrillas. Sooner or later, there will be a day when soldiers meet. If you save them, it is equivalent to saving yourself an enemy."

"I didn't think so much at that time, but I just thought that they shouldn't have died in the hands of the poor Jin army." Peng Xuewen nodded and sighed softly.

"You bastard guy." Ma Hansan reached out and gave him a neck and continued to teach him a lesson patiently, "Whoever died in his hands will do anything to you, and let's talk about it, don't you think about it. You treat them as friends now and try your best to save them. One day you really encounter danger, will they give their best to save you?"
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