Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife Chapter 1594 - 1595: Enemy Nation Spy

The true Gao Linbing met his end long ago!

Qi Taiguo was utterly astonished and bewildered. When did he pass away? If it was recent, how could this individual bear such a striking resemblance to the late Old Gao?

Beyond mere appearance, even with the most meticulous imitation of personality and mannerisms, it’s impossible to be an exact replica, wouldn’t you agree?

As if perceiving Qi Taiguo’s thoughts, Gao Linbing clarified, "The genuine Gao Linbing perished while en route to report for military duty subsequent to receiving his enlistment notice."

Qi Taiguo’s astonishment deepened: "So, you’re implying..."

"Precisely," Gao Linbing affirmed. "I assumed his identity at that very juncture and have inhabited it throughout these intervening years."

He spoke with a touch of melancholy, confessing, "There are a considerable number of individuals like myself. However, imitation invariably carries imperfections. True conviction stems from the inherent authenticity within. From the moment I adopted the name Gao Linbing, I could only perceive myself as him and follow the path laid out for him. Everything you perceive is genuine; the only element that is not is my persona as a covert operative."

"I had resigned myself to the belief that the nation had forgotten me, that I would never be called upon again in my lifetime, nor did I ever imagine I would continue to address you as ‘brother’ until my final breath. Yet, unexpectedly, the country has waited for me," Gao Linbing reflected. "Tell me, is life not full of unpredictable turns?"

Qi Taiguo felt a wave of unease; his entire existence had been a protracted vigil, awaiting a decisive moment for a critical strike.

The entirety of perceived reality was poised to be upended at the most crucial instant, culminating in profound betrayal. How could this not evoke shock and dread?

Especially considering that every preceding event had been utterly genuine; the only missing element was the impending betrayal.

"Old Gao, you’ve become so deeply entrenched here, isn’t there…" Qi Taiguo suddenly found the words failing him.

What recourse did he even have? He was a clandestine operative from an adversarial nation. Not only would his own identity, upon exposure, likely lead to intense scrutiny for himself, but also for everyone in his vicinity. Who could ascertain if those around him had been subtly influenced or were, in fact, fellow operatives?

The presence of a spy from an enemy state constitutes a significant threat to any nation, as the extent of stolen or leaked intelligence remains unknown, and the adversary's grasp of one's strategies, weaponry, and personnel undoubtedly spells disaster.

"Qi Taiguo, we both understand this: if I were able to abscond from this country and make my way back to Japan, all would be well. Should that prove impossible, I am left with no alternative but death," Gao Linbing stated with a hint of a sneer. "As for putting down roots, from the very moment my true identity was revealed to you, such notions have dissolved into the past, becoming nothing more than ephemeral wisps of smoke."

"Isn’t Gao Shang your own flesh and blood? Your very lineage?" Qi Taiguo challenged, his voice strained.

A flicker of deep emotion crossed Gao Linbing’s features.

"Do you simply disregard everything else, giving him no thought whatsoever? He is your son!"

"And what if he is? To have a father like me is his predestined lot. His misfortune is his own!" Gao Linbing declared. "For the sake of your son, would you commit treason against your own country?"

Qi Taiguo stood momentarily speechless.

"You see? You cannot bring yourself to do it, can you? You are incapable, so how could I possibly?" Gao Linbing countered with chilling indifference. "Since he is my son, possessing half Japanese blood, it is only right that he should comprehend my actions."

"You are utterly deranged!"

"Cease this dilly-dallying. Ascertain the whereabouts of the list from him immediately. If you do not press him, he will soon succumb to his injuries and bleed out!" Gao Linbing’s gaze shifted to Zhao Ming, who lay prone on the ground, his complexion growing progressively paler.

Qi Taiguo observed the dire situation, his heart seizing with anxiety, wondering why no one had yet intervened to address this alarming turn of events: "And what if I refuse?"

Gao Linbing offered a faint smile: "Do you truly comprehend the reason I have hesitated to act thus far?" A trace of reluctance surfaced in his eyes: "It is on account of our past camaraderie."

Bang!