The real Gao Linbing died long ago!
Qi Taiguo was incredibly surprised and shocked. When did he die? If it was recent, how could this person be so similar to Old Gao?
Appearance aside, no matter how much you mimic someoneās personality and behavior, you canāt be exactly the same, can you?
As if knowing what Qi Taiguo was thinking, Gao Linbing said, "The real Gao Linbing died on the way to report for military service after receiving the enlistment notice."
Qi Taiguo was even more stunned: "So that means..."
"Exactly," Gao Linbing said. "I took over his identity right at that time and have been living it for all these years."
As he spoke, he seemed somewhat emotional and said, "There are quite a few people like me. Imitation always has flaws. What is truly convincing is the genuineness in oneās bones. From the moment I acquired the name of Gao Linbing, I could only see myself as Gao Linbing and live according to his trajectory. Everything you see is real; the only unreal thing is my identity as a secret agent."
"I thought the country had forgotten me, that it would never use me in my lifetime, and I also thought I would keep calling you brother until death. But unexpectedly, the country waited for me," Gao Linbing said. "Tell me, isnāt life unpredictable?"
Qi Taiguo felt alarmed; he had been lurking all this time, only for a crucial strike.
All of reality would only be overturned at the most critical moment, resulting in betrayal. How could this not be shocking and terrifying?
Especially since everything that had happened was real; itās just that the betrayal had not yet come.
"Old Gao, youāve already put down roots here, canāt you..." Qi Taiguo suddenly found himself at a loss for words.
What could he say? He was a spy from an enemy nation. Not only himself, but once his identity was exposed, everyone around him would likely be scrutinized. Who knew if those around him had been assimilated or were actual agents?
The existence of an enemy nationās spy poses a threat to any country because you donāt know how much intelligence theyāve stolen or leaked, and the other sideās comprehension of oneās tactics, weapons, talents, etc., is undoubtedly a disaster.
"Qi Taiguo, you and I both know, if I could leave this country and return to Japan, it would be fine. If I canāt, I have no other way out but death," Gao Linbing sneered. "As for putting down roots, from the moment my identity was exposed to you, everything has become the past, nothing more than fleeting smoke."
"Isnāt Gao Shang your biological son? Isnāt that your bloodline?" Qi Taiguo shouted harshly.
A flash of emotion crossed Gao Linbingās eyes.
"Donāt you care about anything else or even think about him? Thatās your own son!"
"So what if it is? Having a father like me is his fate. Itās just unfortunate for him!" Gao Linbing said. "For your son, would you betray your country?"
Qi Taiguo was stunned.
"See? You canāt, can you? You canāt, so how could I?" Gao Linbing said indifferently. "Since he is my son, with half Japanese blood, he should understand me."
"Youāre insane!"
"Stop stalling, ask him where the list is immediately. If you donāt ask, heās going to bleed to death soon!" Gao Linbing glanced at Zhao Ming, who was lying on the ground, his face growing increasingly pale.
Qi Taiguo saw it too, his heart anxious, wondering why no one had noticed the abnormal situation here: "What if I donāt?"
Gao Linbing smiled: "Do you know why I havenāt shot yet?" A trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes: "Because of the past brotherhood."
Bang!