The Rebel - Chapter 1

Many Thanks for @lynn who is my proofreader and editor for this novel.

This Novel is one short novel also called Novella.

Chapter 1

After he was shot, Lin Nansheng started to lose consciousness. He didn’t know that he left Shanghai in a coffin.

He didn’t know that as soon as the Japanese transport plane landed at Kai Tak Airport, an ambulance quickly drove him away.

When he woke up, he looked at the Japanese military cap on the head of the doctor standing in front of the hospital bed. He thought he had been arrested.

Xin closed her eyes and swallowed the sentence she wanted to ask the most.

Lin Nansheng spent the entirety of the next day lying on the operating table. He was in and out of anesthesia, and was tranquilized again and again. Thereafter, the Japanese military called a British doctor for consultation. After looking over the X-ray, the British doctor looked down at the Japanese military doctor, who was half a head shorter than him.  He said arrogantly and confidently said in English that except for God, no one else had the ability to take out this bullet. After speaking, the arrogant British doctor took off his white coat, and walked to the door of the operating room.  He looked sick because his complexion had turned pale.  He opened the door, speaking in English to the guards guarding outside, “Send me back to the concentration camp.”

Only after he regained consciousness did Lin Nansheng learn that the bullet had lodged itself in his spine, injuring his central nervous system.

The Japanese doctor, Masao Suzuki, said in blunt English, “It will make people lose consciousness eventually. Even if you are still alive by then, you will become a paralyzed person.

He was standing rigidly in front of Lin Nansheng’s hospital bed, looking as if he was in mourning.

Lin Nansheng never uttered a word. He lay on the hospital bed like a dumb man every day.  Even when his heart hurt from the pain caused by the wounds, he would just clench his teeth and silently observe the doctors and nurses who came and went into his ward.

There was no answer from them … Each of them was very dedicated and professional.  Their caretaking of him was meticulous, so he could only bury all the questions in his heart.

On this day, Zuo Qiuming carried a suitcase into the intensive care unit, with a gentle smile on his face. He just arrived from outside.  Lin Nansheng still didn’t say a word.  He watched him open the suitcase and hung up the clothes in the closet, put several books on the bedside table. Afterward, he pulled a chair and sat down, and looked into his eyes.

He asked at once, “Where is this?”

Zuo Qiuming answered that he was in Hong Kong. After Zuo Qiuming finished speaking, he immediately added with a smile, “The Japanese Royal Army Hospital.”

Lin Nansheng was stunned speechless.  He turned his head and looked at the blue sky outside the window.

Zuo Qiuming was a classmate from Lin Nansheng’s special training class. After graduation, he went to Guangzhou to analyze from an ORDINARY INTELLIGENCE¹

He went through many promotions and now he was the foreign liaison officer at the headquarters stationed in Hong Kong. After taking a deep breath, He put his mouth near Lin Nansheng’s ear and said, “Remember, your name is now Pang Jiajun.”  After speaking, he took out an envelope and stuffed it under Lin Nanshen’s pillow.  He went on to say, “Your father is Pang Ran, a member of the Central Committee of Nanjing.”

Lin Nansheng didn’t speak, until Zuo Qiuming got up to say goodbye, and didn’t move his mouth again. Lin Nansheng just watched him calmly with his eyes.

Zuo Qiumin stuffed a green certificate inside the envelope under the pillow, with two lines of gold on it: China secret service headquarters of the Secret Service Committee of the Kuomintang Central Executive Committee.

This was Wang Jingwei’s intelligence agency. Lin Nansheng had been there when he was in Shanghai, at No. 76 Jisifeier Road.  There were two machine guns by the door inside the bunker at the door.  Everyone who entered must stand under the guns and be searched.²

At that time, He has just been transferred from the headquarters in Chongqing to the Shanghai station, and his main job was to collect intelligence and counter the puppet government personnel.  The interview with Ding Momang as a reporter from the News Agency, was a throw stone³ before the headquarters decided to instigate the famous traitor.

As he said goodbye, he smiled and said, “Mr. Ding, we don’t want the Siberian for a shop to happen again.”

A year ago, Ding Momang was nearly shot and killed by a Central Union agent on the street outside the Siberian leather shop. And at that moment, he looked at Lin Nansheng calmly as if nothing had happened, and asked calmly, “Your boss’ surname is Chen?”

Lin Nansheng smiled and said, “What does it matter if the surname is Chen or Dai?”

Ding Momang nodded, withdrew his palms and said, “Then you can greet your boss for me”

Lin Nansheng experienced the most thrilling moment since the People’s March. He left  gate No. 76 and followed the pedestrian walk.  Dao walked all the way to Yuyuan Road. He could feel sweat soaking through the shirt that he had worn inside the suit.

That night, in a suite at East Asia Hotel, Gu Shenyan personally poured a glass of brandy for him and smiled. He was shocked because it’s the first time he offered him one drink.

Gu Shenyan was Lin Nansheng’s superior, and also his dean of academic affairs when he was in the special training class. He placed countless passionate young people to train as a party-state agent.  However, he was always an elegant gentleman.  He liked to listen to the symphony, sing Beijing opera,  play Go, and sometimes recite Baudelaire’s poems in French in the room. At this moment, he was listening carefully to what Lin Nansheng said.

After he heard what was said, he pinched the cigar between the fingers into the ashtray, and said, “If you find a chance, go again.  Then tell him I want to talk to him.  As for the meeting, time and place are up to him.”

Lin Nansheng thought for a while and said, “Today he didn’t detain me, maybe it was just to catch the big fish.”

“Then let him fish.” Gu Shenyan said, “That’s what we do, dancing on the tip of a knife.’

Soon after, Wang Jingwei established another government in Nanjing, his military and political advisers suddenly came to Shanghai.  After the naval headquarters meeting, he would also attend a Thank-You Ball to raise funds for the Peace and Founding Army.

This was the only chance. That day, Gu Shenyan took out a photo from his desk and said, “We’ve been waiting for this.”

Tian had been waiting for two years.

Lin Nansheng knew that the name of this person on the Japanese War Department’s roster was Uemura, and he still had Wen’s name was Tong Zizhong, ranked 21st in the army’s assassination list.

This should be the job of the field team. Lin Nansheng regretted it after finishing talking.

The movement department was almost paralyzed.

He would return to Nanjing tonight when Gu Shenyan informed them that they didn’t have time to transfer personnel to the field team.

The problem was that he had never killed anyone.

“But you know how to kill.” Gu Shenyan said firmly.  Then he got up and unhurriedly walked to the window, looked at the street.  “These are things that  we must do.”

Lin Nansheng only had half a day to prepare. He went home and filled the bathtub with hot water and soaked for two full hours.  He immersed in the bathtub until night fell before he got up to dry his body, shave his face, and put on some clothes. He pulled the curtains closed, turned on all the lights in the room, stood in the middle of the room and watched for a while before turning around and opening the door.  Then, he took out the key and threw it on the floor inside the room.  Thereafter, he closed the door gently, and ran down the stairs without looking back.

Lin Nansheng rushed towards the Red House Western Restaurant to find that the person who came to meet him was Miss Lan. She was famous in Shanghai.

She was sociable, and her beautiful face graced many calendar cards.  However, tonight she was Lin Nansheng’s assistant and was responsible for bringing him inside the venue.  Also, to provide him with weapons, and cover him in case retreat was needed.  After reporting to Lin Nansheng the complete plan, she pointed to the steak on the table and said, “Eat it.”

Lin Nansheng nodded obediently, picking up the knife and fork, halfway through eating, he suddenly heard her say,  “I like the one here most.  Fried steak with mushroom soup.”

Lin Nansheng was stunned, looked up at her beautiful eyes, but no longer had any appetite to finish eating the cow on the plate

The Thank-You Ball was held in the lobby on the eighth floor of Chinachem Hotel. This was a grand gathering of traitors and Pro-Japanese elements.  Downstairs, the octagonal hall was full of plainclothes for acceptance invitations. They were polite, and upon entering the elevator, they were searched carefully.

The arrival of Tong Zizhong pushed the Ball to a climax. He started off by giving a speech to the sound of applause, Miss Lan turned around.  After leaving the female guest in the dressing room, he tucked a pistol inside the waistband behind Lin Nansheng’s back, and left his hand there.  He leaned his head softly on his soldier, looking a bit like a docile lover.

After the applause rang out again, the lights on the ceiling gradually dimmed, and the music came up like a tide. Miss Lan took out a handkerchief and gently wiped away the trace of sweat from Lin Nansheng’s temples, and whispered in his ear, “Come on.”

After speaking, she pulled Lin Nansheng onto the dance floor, not a single word was exchanged between them.

According to the plan, Lin Nansheng will shoot with a gun while passing by with Tong Zizhong, and then the run-up to the 11th floor, where he will spend the night in one of the rooms and leave the hotel the next day. But before they get close to Tong Zizhong

The sound of gunfire reverberated within the hall.

A man pushed away his dancing partner, shot down Tong Zizi with a single shot, and then shot at him again amidst the screams of women.  He put out two shots and then ran towards the direction of the employee’s service way. However, Tong Zizhong’s bodyguards rushed onto the dance floor and the bullets caught up with him. The man fell at the edge of the dance floor.

Lin Nansheng hurriedly threw away the pistol, dragged Miss Lan into the crowd, but did not follow them down, instead they went up.  On the eleventh floor, until they entered the guest room, she held on tightly to Miss Lan’s hand.

Miss Lan slowly removed his hand, took a bathrobe, and went to the bathroom. When she came out, her face was completely panicked.

Lin Nansheng said, “If it wasn’t for that person, it would have been me who died.”

“It won’t be you,” said Miss Lan, then shook her head, climbed onto the bed, and wrapped herself in the quilt.

This was Miss Lan’s mission for tonight, to ensure that Lin Nansheng escaped safely, even if she had to sacrifice her life.

Lin Nansheng watched her eyes darken little by little. That night, there was a lot of noise inside Chinachem Hotel.  At night, they curled up on a bed and stayed up all night. Like all people who have experienced life and death, they became close. After turning off the light, Miss Lan said in the dark that she had a son who was less than four years old, and her husband died in the South Shimonoseki in Beijing.

The next day, when Lin Nansheng left to return to his own life, Gu Shenyang had many newspapers on his desk. He carefully listened to Lin Nansheng’s report.  After he heard that, he rubbed his temples and said that it should be the CCP.

Lin Nansheng said, “Why not Zhongtong?”

Gu Shenyan thought for a while, picked up a newspaper to carefully examine the photo printed on it.  He stated that this was not Zhongtong’s method.

1. Like spy for CIA/KGB stuff like this during war
2. Like when someone does one Body Search
3. Like when you throw one stone at someone