Chapter 115: A Gunshot Farewell for Him (5)

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"Damn, how can there be zombies if they're all dead?" Li Qiang asked in astonishment. "The zombies in Beijing were all cremated by that aerodynamics expert. Progress in Tianjin is also swift; that guy has more experience with cremation than with aerodynamics."

"This is determination," Commander Liu declared resolutely. "You have to have that ruthless spirit when you do things."

The order was handed to Minister Jin, authorizing him to mobilize any departments, personnel, or resources as long as it did not interfere with the war effort. Minister Jin was invigorated—finally, some work to do besides chasing after petty criminals!

Li Fengyi thought the greatest benefit of this was keeping the Ministry of State Security occupied; having Minister Jin constantly pacing around made him quite uneasy.

The day after the order was issued, Minister Jin arrived with a file.

"This man is an agent of the CIA, actually someone we sent to the United States back in the 1980s," Minister Jin said with bright eyes. "When China first opened up, the U.S. sponsored many children of high-ranking officials to study abroad, but in reality, this developed a large number of spies." At this, Minister Jin gritted his teeth, "Some unworthy descendants betrayed the legacy their ancestors built."

"But some were our operatives," Minister Jin said with pride. "We have always been ready for battle; national security never rests."

"This man is a distant relative of the Party's first-generation leaders—less conspicuous than immediate family members. The CIA focused heavily on him," Minister Jin continued revealing inside information. "His clearance level is the highest. This time, we plan to activate him, infiltrate the enemy during the chaos, and use his high-level clearance to consolidate surviving foreign spy networks."

"Fewer than ten people in the U.S. know of his existence; fewer than three know his true identity," Minister Jin emphasized. "In China, no more than three people know of him: the Minister of State Security, the military leadership, and the supreme leader—only the top leader knows his true identity."

He slid a sealed dossier across the table to Li Fengyi.

"We have arranged a rescue plan, but it will require military assistance."

In the western suburbs of Beijing, late at night, a secret prison operated by the Ministry of State Security held many high-value spies captured by the intelligence system. Shadows flickered, and suddenly gunfire erupted.

A rocket launcher blew open the wall, snipers fired shots, and people charged in. Shadows moved swiftly; more imprisoned spies followed the charge.

Li Qiang personally led the team, giving the order, "Open fire!"

He silently thought, "This is for his farewell."

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The international spies fled through the night, circling nearly half of Beijing. Along the way, a few were shot dead upon release, some were captured alive, but most escaped to a building near the South Third Ring Road before stopping.

This group included men, women, old and young—all rigorously trained. Escaping amid chaos was their basic skill, and now they sized one another up, cautious not to speak rashly.

"My name is Jin San," a middle-aged man who led the prison break said calmly. Standing inside the circle of people, he showed no discomfort under so many gazes, clearly accustomed to high ranks. "You may not fully understand the current situation. Let me first brief you on the world today. After dawn, each of you will go out to verify things. I will wait here for one day."

At dawn, twenty-five people left. Some wore prepared chainmail armor; others, distrustful, went out in plain clothes.

Jin San left three people behind: a typical American, and two Asians. The men Jin brought guarded different points in the building.

"The New York football team won," Jin San said to the American. "I wonder if the Mavericks can win the NBA?"

The American blinked rapidly, "At Washington’s old bar, I can drink a few shots in one go."

"Oh, my God! My dear father!" The American had been in China long enough to embody some Chinese spirit, recognizing that sometimes his parents were more effective.

"Hmm," Jin San nodded, then said to one Asian, "The moon falls at noon; soybean prices have risen."

That Asian rolled his eyes suspiciously, glancing at the other two. "Sheepskin coats need to be aired in the sun to avoid mildew."

"Hmm," Jin San nodded again, looking at the last Asian, "Xiao Yang, hello."

"Mr. Jin," Xiao Yang replied, "Thanks to you this time."

"We are all CIA," Jin San said directly. "Under no circumstances should we contact each other horizontally."

The three exchanged doubtful looks.

"But this situation probably doesn’t apply to the apocalypse."

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The three veteran spies said nothing, doubting Jin San’s words. In the spy world, anything could happen; who knew if this was a trap?

"You should also go out and observe," Jin San told them. "Beijing and Tianjin together have about 25 million people, including surrounding counties and towns with some 6 million more. Survivors in Beijing mostly live in the east and west districts; aside from some PLA observation posts, this side is empty."

When Jin San sent them out, he reminded, "I’ll wait here for one day."

The next day, Jin San received only thirteen returnees; among the three CIA-linked men, only two came back.

The international spies quickly learned the current global situation. Some even contacted their surviving national bases. Fifteen immediately surrendered to the Special Committee—they decided to fight for humanity, many having lost their entire countries with no other choice.

They easily located the Ministry of State Security and the General Staff Intelligence Department, their professional skills evident. Upon surrendering, they also noted their respective fields of expertise.

The remaining thirteen international spies were mainly Americans and Japanese, plus three South Koreans, and one each from Britain and France.

Americans still considered their country the world’s number one, despite China having caught up on many metrics before the apocalypse. The Japanese believed the Yamato people were supreme, and before the chaos, many wanted to free themselves from American paternalistic control.

Many saw the apocalypse as an opportunity; they never said so outright but were simply less obedient to American command.

The Koreans saw themselves as the universe’s greatest nation; perhaps the apocalypse would allow them to expand their territory and achieve true greatness.

Jin San ignored them, planning to create an opportunity for the Special Committee to capture the Koreans and Japanese.

Surrounded by ocean, the Japanese had little hope left; as for Korea, Earth could no longer accommodate them. It was better to relieve them sooner—only the method of resolution remained to be considered.