My years of espionage

Chapter 38 Going to Hangzhou

"Koji, tell me what you think."

"Make a decisive move."

"Hmm—" Ying Zuoying waited for a few seconds, then glanced at Koji, "Is it gone?"

"Yes, Ying Zuojun." Hao Er nodded, "In Cheng Qianfan's body, apart from being decisive and preemptive, he did a very good job. In my opinion, the rest are extremely stupid."

"Oh?"

"The White Russia we are looking for is even more stupid than Cheng Qianfan." Hao Er shook his head, showing arrogance, "An ordinary soldier in the empire can kill Cheng Qianfan, a raw melon egg."

"These Belarusians are just gang members, how can they be compared with the loyal warriors of the empire." Ying Zuoying nodded.

He took two steps, looked at Koji, and continued, "You are right, Cheng Qianfan's performance seems to us to have many stupid mistakes, but don't you think that for an ordinary patrolman, Is this performance enough to deserve a good review?"

"It's true, I didn't think about it carefully." Hao Er bowed his head and apologized, "From the perspective of an ordinary person, Cheng Qianfan is indeed good, but..."

"Just what?"

"Ying Zuojun, we didn't kill Cheng Qianfan this time. We've already been shocked by the grass and we won't be able to attack him again in a short time."

"Who said I wanted to kill Cheng Jun?" Ying Zuoying showed a look of surprise, "Cheng Jun has always been friendly to the empire, and the Empire of Japan welcomes such talented friends. How can you fight and kill friends when you treat them?"

"But—" Koji saw Ying Zuoying's playful eyes, and immediately changed his words, "Yes, Ying Zuo-kun, you are right, I am too superficial."

"The Soviet Russians openly attacked and patrolled in the French Concession. The despicable and stupid behavior of the Soviet Russians is a trampling on peace. Peace-loving is the consistent purpose of the empire. Should our media show solidarity with our French friends?"

Ying Zuoying paused and chuckled, "Our two Belarusian friends have always deeply missed their hometown. As friends, should we fulfill their wishes?"

"understood."

Ying Zuoying waved his hand, Koji immediately bowed, turned and left.

"Cheng Jun." Ying Zuoying gritted his teeth and squeezed a weird smile from the corner of his mouth, "I really want to kill you, I'm very uncomfortable if I don't kill you. Unfortunately, I'm a soldier. "

"Ying Zuoying, you have endured too much and sacrificed too much for the sake of the empire." Ying Zuoying took a sip of wine, shook his head and sighed.

"It's all for the Empire!" His expression became serious, and he let out a harsh, weird laugh.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and it was quiet.

Ying Zuoying twisted his head and made a clicking sound. He walked towards the window expressionlessly, pushed open the window, stretched out his hand, and started to feel the cold rain.

Then he frowned and retracted his hand.

He hates the rainy days in Shanghai.

"I really miss the heavy snow in Manchuria."

It was only after less than two years in 'Manchuria' that he fell in love with it.

Perhaps, when the empire fully occupied Shanghai, I would like the rainy days in Shanghai.

……

The fear brought by the morning shootout did not dissipate, but Yandri was still stubbornly lively.

The voices of the neighbors in the alley, the sulphur smell of insufficiently burned briquettes, and the quarrel between Aunt Ma and Mr. Zhao.

The sound is in the ear.

Bang Bang.

There was a knock on the second floor window.

Cheng Qianfan opened the window, saw a small bowl of fried jelly beans on the windowsill, glanced into the distance, and saw a figure like a half-sized skin monkey nimbly leaping over the eaves.

A warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

About ten minutes later, Cheng Qianfan opened the door when he heard the movement at the door.

"Hey, why don't I have one at home?" Cheng Qianfan asked, pointing to the half-eldest boy who was holding a lot of wicker sticks in his hands.

"Hmph." The half-eldest snorted, "Every time my dad hits me, Brother Fan doesn't help me, so I won't give it to you."

"You boy."

Seeing Cheng Qianfan coming out, the neighbors both wanted to express their concern and were a little scared.

Everyone heard that Cheng Qianfan shot and killed someone.

Although it was the shooter who killed the attack, for these ordinary people, killing people is a big deal.

Finally, Aunt Ma temporarily truce with Zhao Laoluo, and was the first to bravely come over to ask questions.

I heard Cheng Qianfan say that the bullet almost hit his face.

Aunt Ma jumped her feet exaggeratedly and shouted, thanks to God's blessing, such a handsome guy almost lost his appearance.

"That's a messed up thing." Old Zhao shouted.

It was as if the box had been opened, and the old neighbors came one after another to express their concerns.

Seeing that Cheng Qianfan was the same as usual, the happy atmosphere in the alley was a little more sincere.

"You kid, put wicker in my house." Before going out, Cheng Qianfan stared at the half-eldest boy and swore, "Next time, I will help you."

Everyone laughed. They knew that Cheng Qianfan was just teasing this stupid boy. This silly boy was fooled every time and never tired of it.

Cheng Qianfan was walking in the alley, looking at every door with wicker sticks, there was an inexplicable uncomfortable emotion surging in his heart:

Tomorrow will be clear.

……

As soon as he walked out of the alley, Cheng Qianfan caught a glimpse of Boss Tao who was riding a bicycle from the entrance of the alley.

His face changed.

Half an hour later, Cheng Qianfan met Song Fuguo and Boss Tao in a tavern.

"Team leader, why are you looking for me at this time?" Cheng Qianfan asked in a low voice.

"What's wrong?" Song Fuguo asked immediately when he saw Cheng Qianfan's serious expression.

Cheng Qianfan told the story of being ambushed in the morning in simple and clear words.

"What, you were ambushed by the Soviets?" Song Fuguo was shocked, but he soon became puzzled, "It doesn't make sense, why did the Soviets attack you?"

"I also find it puzzling." Cheng Qianfan said with a frown. "The patrol room caught Soviet and Russian spies. However, the political department dispatched patrols to participate in that operation, so I'm not among them."

He paused, shook his head and said, "If the Red Party Teco wants to kill me, it's possible. After all, I caught the Red Party with my own hands, and the Soviet Russians attacked me. I really can't figure it out."

"I will investigate this matter." Song Fuguo said in a deep voice. He glanced at Cheng Qianfan and said with concern, "If I hadn't seen with my own eyes that you were not injured, but learned the news from elsewhere, I would have been extremely anxious."

"Thank you for your concern, team leader." Cheng Qianfan's face increased with a smile.

"I've come to find you this time, there is indeed something." Song Fuguo said with a serious expression.

"Team leader, please instruct me." Cheng Qianfan said sternly, "Serve the country, but if you have the drive, there is absolutely nothing to say."

"Very good." Song Fuguo nodded with satisfaction, "The organization needs to establish your file, you write a self-reporting material."

While speaking, Song Fuguo smiled, and under the hidden smile, his eyes were fixed on Cheng Qianfan's face.

"Okay." Cheng Qianfan nodded without hesitation, "I can leave it to the team leader tonight."

"No hurry." Song Fuguo smiled and waved his hand, "Don't leave it to me, don't write it now, you can write it when you arrive in Hangzhou, and hand it over to the organization in person."

"Go to Hangzhou?" Cheng Qianfan showed a look of astonishment.

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