My years of espionage

Chapter 7 Action
Three military trucks roared out of the gates of the central patrol cell and then parted ways.

Cheng Qianfan stood in the carriage, the cold wind blowing on his face.

He pretended to casually glance at his colleagues around him and yawned, but his heart sank.

There are no military trucks in the patrol room, and there is no card to use these big guys who eat oil.

These military cards were obviously drawn from the 'Truck Squad' of the 'Armored Convoy' under the jurisdiction of the Political Office.

Cheng Qianfan became a little nervous.

Lao Liao's sudden exposure and sacrifice made him lose his connector.

Now the patrol room suddenly launched such a 'big fight' action the next day. Cheng Qianfan didn't know if the two events were related in some way.

……

Cheng Qianfan felt his heart beat faster, and his palms were sweating from nervousness. He took a deep breath and told himself to calm down.

The man in the photo, who is the target of this operation?

Is it your comrade?
Most likely yes, he said to himself inwardly.

What Cheng Qianfan is thinking of now is to save his comrades as much as possible from the bloody capture of the enemy on the premise of keeping himself from being exposed.

The blood of Lao Liao, the scene of Lao Liao's tragic sacrifice yesterday, pierced his heart like a needle.

The truck passed an intersection, which was a vent, and the wind and dust blew up. Cheng Qianfan closed his eyes subconsciously. He seemed to see the man in the photo just now being arrested, interrogated, and even lying in a pool of blood.

Cheng Qianfan grabbed the railing of the car so hard, he really didn't want to see Lao Liao's tragedy happen to him again.

Old Liao's last smile appeared in his mind, which made Cheng Qianfan's heart hurt even more.

……

The truck was moving fast, and the pedestrians on the street looked at the murderous patrolmen, inevitably pointing and showing panic and suspicion.

In the whole of Shanghai, the concession is a rare area with relatively good security. If the chaotic situation in the concession worsens, everyone's life will be even more difficult.

Cheng Qianfan took out a pack of three cannons and scattered them around.

The crowd took it with a smile.

In the patrol, it cannot be said that everyone likes Cheng Qianfan, at least everyone has a good impression of this young man.

The lad knows the rules.

Most of the cigarettes in the pockets went into everyone's mouths.

When the salary is paid, I occasionally invite everyone to beat their teeth.

They are all patrolling, the three religions and the five streams are involved, and the means of making money have their own merits.

No one is short of these two dollars, what is required is this attitude.

Xiaocheng will be a man.

Of course, there is another important reason that has to be mentioned:
This Xiaocheng is not without his feet in the patrol room.

With a heel background, and a man, who doesn't like it?
Cheng Qianfan chatted with everyone without a trace. He wanted to test to see if any of his colleagues had a better idea of ​​the identity and action plan of the target of this operation.

Everyone was equally surprised and curious about this action.

At the end of last year, the state government and the Leasing Authorities jointly carried out a large-scale raid with "brilliant results", and a large number of Red Party activists were "captured", especially the Red Party Jiangsu Provincial Committee and Shanghai Teke were busted, which has made the Red Party Central and Contact with local Red Party organizations in Shanghai was completely cut off.

The French Concession authorities, especially the Political Office, are very satisfied with this. They believe that under the severe crackdown of the Nationalist Party and the joint efforts of the Concession Patrol, the Red Party's organization in Shanghai has almost disappeared, or the remaining three or two cats have also been captured. forced into hibernation.

The patrol room has not been involved in arresting the Red Party for some time since then.

……

Some speculate that this man is an important figure in the Red Party.

"Is it good to use your brain?" Some people disagree. "I think this little red guy is the younger son of a Red Party boss. Oh, it's amazing, yes, is it the son of a boss."

This statement has been relatively recognized by most people including Cheng Qianfan, at least it is more reliable than guessing that 'the young man is an important figure in the Red Party'.

Cheng Qianfan joked that the big head Lu could be the inspector.

"Xiao Cheng is a know-it-all." Big head Lu laughed proudly.

Cheng Qianfan laughed and was about to speak when he turned sharply at an intersection, the driver did not brake, and the carriage swayed suddenly.

"Nemo rubbish, hurry up to reincarnate." He Guan slapped the roof of the car angrily and cursed.

"You idiot, shut up!" Jin Kemu's roar came from the cab.

Everyone was holding back, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh. Some people held back their farts. Fortunately, the smell of the open-top carriage dissipated quickly.

The driver was inspector Jin Kemu, He Guan's mother-in-law...

……

Cheng Qianfan was also holding back his laughter, but he was quite regretful. From the mouths of everyone, he did not find out any valuable information. Everyone was as ignorant of this action as him, at least it was so.

At the same time, he secretly remembered the sharp turn just now in his heart.

Liu Bo was an old smoker, one cigarette and two puffs were gone, and Cheng Qianfan 'forced' the remaining half-pack of cigarettes into him.

"When you act for a while, keep an eye on it." Liu Bo said, this person is a good person, and he often receives Cheng Qianfan's filial piety and takes care of him.

"With photos and addresses, I've never acted so easily before. It's fine." Cheng Qianfan said indifferently.

"Nonggang special." Liu Bo lowered his voice and made a pistol gesture, "Be careful, don't be stupid."

Shooting is not allowed here, but it is impossible to keep the other party with a gun. This operation seems to be very easy, but in fact, the danger is greater than before.

"Got it." Cheng Qianfan nodded gratefully.

"Old Liu, you are preventing Xiao Cheng from making meritorious deeds." A patrolman said angrily.

"Make merit, what merit? Be careful to enjoy it." Liu Bo glared at it and scolded, "Lao Mo, if you want to make a merit for a while, you should go first."

"Ala is kind, do you think so, Xiao Cheng." Lao Mo said with a smile.

"Brother Mo is also kind, I know it." Cheng Qianfan said with a smile, his expression unchanged.

……

For these colleagues, he understood in his heart.

Others are not as kind as Liu Bo, and will especially tell themselves, this young man, to pay attention to safety.

However, he will not be deliberately harmed.

This old Mo is the worst thing. Before, he smoked his cigarettes and ate his host. Later, after the relationship deteriorated due to some trivial matters, this fellow ate all his cigarettes and did nothing.

This is deliberately excited Qianfan, I wish he was the first to rush up to block the hole.

He Guan smiled and winked at Cheng Qianfan, that meant whether to find a chance to mess with Lao Mo.

Cheng Qianfan glanced at this guy angrily, that meant that he was still implicated by you.

Cheng Qianfan and Lao Mo had nothing to do with each other, but He Guan and Lao Mo had a conflict over some bullshit.

Cheng Qianfan has been trying to get closer to Jin Kemu by befriending He Guan, so he naturally wants to stand on He Guan's side to help.

This old man probably thinks that Cheng Qianfan's feet are not as good as his feet, and the persimmons want to pick up a soft pinch, but instead carry them with Cheng Qianfan.

Cheng Qianfan's heart moved at this time.

He looked up at the sky and complained, "It's going to rain."

He Guan received the information: It depends on the situation, it can be done.

A few patrol officers switched to a more popular topic, talking about how beautiful a new dancer named Mi Tao is in the big world, with her eyebrows, her breasts, her butt, tsk tsk.

Old Mo likes this topic the most, and he no longer stares at Cheng Qianfan and secretly messes with things.

Cheng Qianfan looked at the situation outside the car thoughtfully.

……

At the same time, in a Shikumen residence on Father Jin Road.

"Team leader, I lost the person, you punish me."

Song Fuguo didn't say a word. He stared at the map for a while and asked coldly, "Where did you lose it? Tell me carefully."

"The other party came out of the back door of the Japanese consulate building in Shanghai, and we followed, all the way to the French Concession..." The team members quickly cheered up and recalled carefully.

"The road loop is out." Song Fuguo pointed to the map.

　I beg for collections, recommend tickets, monthly tickets, rewards, thanks, the new book has just opened, and I need your care and support even more, thank you very much.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)