RPAGF Chapter 1047 Seems like... a good person?
Chapter 1047 Seems like... a good person?
The little flame of excitement that Deputy Political Commissar Chang felt about "successfully infiltrating" was extinguished the moment he stepped onto the second floor of the Little Red Building by a palpable sense of tension that rushed towards him.
There are too many people.
The guards, who were on guard duty, stood at attention with their guns, their sharp eyes sweeping over them.
secretly……
Deputy Political Commissar Chang, with his years of experience fighting on the front lines and an almost instinctive sense of danger, was frantically warning himself...
From the corner, behind the doorway, and even upstairs, he could be vaguely seen being watched.
There are probably more sentries, both overt and covert, in this little red building than he imagined!
This isn't some temporary office for a research institute; it's practically a forward command post in a den of wolves and tigers!
He subconsciously glanced at Director Chao beside him, only to see that Director Chao still had that slightly naive and honest smiling face.
But Deputy Political Commissar Chang knew perfectly well that if Director Chao hadn't "coincidentally" mentioned a few words about "paying attention to the methods" before he came, he would have been in serious trouble if he had actually followed the original reckless plan of "representing the organization in a surprise inspection and demonstrating our presence" and forced his way in...
Before you even reach the stairwell, you'll probably be stopped by someone who appears out of nowhere. No, being stopped is the best-case scenario; being shot is entirely possible!
When they finally stepped onto the second floor and entered the large room that had been temporarily used as a workspace, the scene before them made Deputy Political Commissar Chang's heart tighten.
In the center of the room, a machine with most of its outer shell removed, revealing its complex internal organs, was still running with a low hum, its indicator lights flashing on and off.
The radio next to me kept beeping, and the sound of typing was rapid and heavy.
Several long tables were pushed together, covered with papers filled with data and symbols, creating a messy scene.
The most unforgettable figure was the young man leaning against the old rattan chair by the window.
His face was so pale it was almost transparent, his lips were bloodless, his hair was soaked with cold sweat and stuck to his forehead, his eyes were sunken, and he looked like he was about to collapse. He was obviously exhausted.
This scene perfectly matched the intense yet focused atmosphere that Deputy Political Commissar Chang imagined only to exist when fighting major, tough, and difficult battles to the extreme.
All attempts to gather information and assert one's presence seem laughable and insignificant in the face of this overwhelming pressure.
Old Wang, who was standing to the side, forgot his original plan to "lure the enemy into the trap." He deliberately spread the papers marked with the translation of the secret telegrams in the most conspicuous position on the table, and even deliberately pushed them towards Deputy Political Commissar Chang.
Standing aside, a hint of amusement lurked in his eyes: "Hehehe, come and see! My scissor kick is all set to go. If you dare touch these telegrams, I'll cut you so badly you won't be able to take care of yourself!"
Director Zheng, Secretary Liu, and others inside the room also looked over, their expressions varied, and they all quietly prepared themselves, waiting for Deputy Political Commissar Chang to make his move.
After all, he had made it clear that he wanted to cause trouble for Xiao Honglou, so even if he came in with gifts now, no one would believe that he was sincere.
To everyone's surprise, Deputy Political Commissar Chang's gaze lingered on the pile of papers for less than half a second before abruptly shifting to Jiang Xia, who was sitting in a rattan chair in the corner.
Jiang Xia had his eyes closed, his face was as pale as paper, his hair was damp with cold sweat and stuck to his skin, and he looked like he might fall apart at any moment.
Deputy Political Commissar Chang's brows furrowed instantly, and a clear look of anger flashed across his face. The air in the room seemed to freeze, and all eyes, whether open or hidden, were focused on him, awaiting the expected outburst.
“You!” Deputy Political Commissar Chang suddenly spoke, his voice trembling with anger. He pointed his finger, not at any classified documents, but directly at Jiang Xia.
"You guys have gone too far!"
Ok?
Old Wang was taken aback. This opening... something's not right?
He subconsciously took a half-step to the side, his burly body blocking Deputy Political Commissar Chang's view of Jiang Xia like a wall: "Deputy Political Commissar Chang, what do you mean by that?"
"What do you mean?"
Deputy Political Commissar Chang seemed to have been ignited, disregarding any risks or taking sides. He walked around half the table, pointed at Jiang Xia, and his anger was utterly genuine:
"This is no way to use people! Look at what you've done to this young comrade!"
what?
Those submarines in our base's submarine fleet, they stayed underwater for a month, and when they came ashore, they didn't look this bad!
She's completely exhausted!
As he spoke, ignoring the astonishment of those around him, he quickly turned around, dumped the net bag he was carrying and the gifts that Director Chao was carrying onto the low table beside him, and muttered to himself as he took things out:
"Young comrade, you've suffered! Quickly, eat something to replenish your energy! This is an apple, to replenish vitamins! This is malted milk powder, it's very nourishing when mixed with water..."
"Oh, right, there's brown sugar here too. I see you have a stove, I'll have someone make you some ginger and brown sugar water!"
"Oh dear! I'm all sweaty, I can't stand the wind now! If the wind gets into my body, I'll get seriously ill!"
"What are you standing there for? Go and cook it!"
Old Wang took the brown sugar blankly, and subconsciously beckoned to the captain of the Black Shell Squad, handing him the brown sugar.
During this time, Lao Wang looked at Director Chao suspiciously. Director Chao's simple smile remained unchanged, but he nodded very quickly and gently waved his finger to his side.
Upon receiving the signal, the fierce look on Old Wang's face faded, replaced by a dazed expression. He stepped forward and snatched the water bottles and oil paper packages: "Hey, Deputy Political Commissar Chang, you... the sun has risen in the west? So kind of you?"
"shit!"
Deputy Political Commissar Chang seemed not to have fully recovered from his anger and anxiety. He glared at Old Wang, then softened his tone, tinged with complex annoyance, "I, Old Chang, do have opinions about your actions and didn't want to provoke you! But let's keep things separate!"
“I’m a commander myself, I know what it’s like when brothers are fighting desperately. No matter how heavy the mission or how hateful the enemy, there’s no reason to use our own brothers to the death! This young comrade…” He then looked at Jiang Xia, “He looks like a scholar, how can his body withstand such hardship? The mission must be completed, but he can’t collapse! That’s the most basic thing!”
Old Wang gestured to the captain of the Black Bay squad to block Deputy Political Commissar Chang's view, then turned around and quickly stuffed some of the things Deputy Political Commissar Chang had brought into his own mouth.
"Well, Deputy Political Commissar Chang, I didn't expect you to be so thoughtful. I thought you and Director Chao were here specifically to 'comfort' and 'inspect' this mess we're in."
A hint of unease flashed across Deputy Political Commissar Chang's face, but it was quickly replaced by a confident tone: "The condolences are sincere! As for anything else..."
He glanced at the unfolded telegram, then quickly looked away, mumbling:
“We’re here on behalf of the organization to care for our research colleagues. I’m just here to guide them. I know what we should and shouldn’t see! The most important thing right now is to help our young colleagues recover!”
As he spoke, he pulled up a stool and sat down not too far from Jiangxia, as if to say, "You guys go about your business, I'll watch this young comrade eat something."
Old Wang and Director Chao's eyes met briefly in the air. Old Wang saw that the corners of Director Chao's honest smile seemed to curve upwards almost imperceptibly, and a knowing look of "I knew it" flashed in his eyes.
This Deputy Political Commissar... is quite interesting.
Old Wang thought to himself, it seems that this leader who was forced to take sides still has some of the straightforwardness and protectiveness he had when he was leading troops at the grassroots level.
Secretary Liu chuckled inwardly:
That's it?