Chapter 1, Li Xingshe … April, 1935. Songhu. Minhang. South Street. Roadside. There stood a young policeman wearing a black police uniform. He seemed to be in a daze. He seemed to be feeling emotional again. His name is Zhang Yong, and he is as mediocre as his name suggests. Nothing special, just ordinary. He was silently looking at everyone passing by. Boss Dai… If you find that the content is incorrect, please use a browser to access it! Zhang Yong did not dare to say anything more. That is…
“Boy, we are from the Lixingshe Secret Service.” “Which bank is it from?” “Yes.” Someone immediately agreed and left. This matter is definitely correct. This rickshaw driver must be Japanese. Zhang Yong's eyes narrowed. The problem is, there is no war now! He suddenly reacted. What was pressed against his back seemed to be a gun? Is it the barrel? It seems like nothing is found. “He is Japanese.” I breathed a sigh of relief immediately. Not so scared anymore. “Strange, strange…” “He had normal solicitations yesterday. But not today.” How strange that a rickshaw driver is actually Japanese? "You, 伱, don't, don't..." The voice was trembling. Trembling all over. Scared. Being pointed at a gun! The identity of the other party is unknown. So, the only useful thing is the radar map. But the scanning radius is only 100 meters. Seven yuan banknotes have less purchasing power than an ocean. It's a pity that a small-time police officer like him can't have a big life. It is working time now, and only people are arriving at the door of the security headquarters. No one left. There is no business in rickshaws. Returning empty is also normal. Zhang Yong didn't feel unusual.
“Tell me, why did this rickshaw driver go home?” The Lixingshe Secret Service will never show mercy when it comes to dealing with Japanese spies. The military commander was very cruel to the Japanese invaders. Until he followed the rickshaw driver back to an alley, he found that the rickshaw driver had actually gone home and hadn't left the house for a long time. The rickshaw also took me home. That's when it felt wrong. Are you not doing business anymore? It’s rush hour for work now! The online ride-hailing industry in future generations will be unable to do anything else at this time. Make huge profits from temporary price increases. You don’t make any money? He actually hid back at home? Something is wrong. Something is wrong. Something is very wrong... “Say. What are you doing here?” “How do you determine that he is Japanese?” If the other party is Japanese, he can't even imagine... very scary… Seven dollars. Nothing can be done. It’s really not enough. The major officer got out of the car. Entered the security headquarters. The rickshaw driver immediately returned empty-handed. No more soliciting. “He is Japanese. He must be. I have a special sense of smell for Japanese people.” The banknotes these days are worthless. Only the ocean is the most popular. The middle-aged man took away the pistol. "Where is the house?" In movies and TV dramas, there are so many ways to plot and kill people. very scary… “One, one, rickshaw driver…” “Go check it out!” said the middle-aged man with triangular eyes. At the same time, he inserted the pistol back into his waist. this problem. It doesn't seem to make any sense. But I didn’t dare to say anything. Answer honestly. "I…" “It would be interesting if he was really Japanese…” No, no need to pull the trigger. All he needs to do is gently pull the knife on his neck... “Central bank…” They all wore dark gray tunic suits. Looking back in shock. Suddenly I felt my back relax. Silence. See a vulture's face.
No, it’s the judgment of the radar map. It can't be wrong. “Nan, South Street Branch…” Zhang Yong could hear a deep sense of eeriness in his tone of voice. Fortunately, he is not a spy. There are no secrets either. Otherwise, they will definitely be recruited. “Is it enough?” Li Xingshe Secret Service! At this time, legal tender has not yet been issued, and there are only messy banknotes. At the same time, I felt something pressing against my back. Zhang Yong insisted. Feeling hot in my crotch. Almost incontinent. Zhang Yong then discovered that there were seven men in gray behind him. He was held at gunpoint. wait. Zhang Yong affirmed his judgment. The rickshaw driver was found parked near the security headquarters. Even the Japanese would have a hard time falling into their hands. “Who is your boss?” “Want to die?” Zhang Yong does not smoke and is disgusted with the smell of smoke. But dare not move. They were all the murderers of Lixingshe, and he didn't want to provoke them. faint… If there is an enemy within 100 meters, it will be displayed. Seventy-seven. Seventy-six. One seventy-six. Two two three There are many mistakes if you say too much. If there is a misunderstanding, you will be sent to enjoy the tiger bench. Suddenly I felt someone tapping my shoulder. The other side only needs to pull the trigger... "what are you doing here?" “Why are you staring at him?” He came from later generations. It also comes with a game system: Command and Conquer.
Fortunately, there are no markings on the radar map. It means you are not Japanese. “But we didn’t know he was Japanese before…” “Where are you from the police?” Military control… Zhang Yong opened his mouth. "what…" The most important thing is that he also took along an officer of the national army. The military rank seems to be major? “Ah, ah, ah…” What does Lixingshe do? Must be here to catch Japanese spies. “He is Japanese.” He set his sights on a rickshaw driver. Because the radar map showed that this rickshaw driver was actually Japanese. “So, he’s not a normal rickshaw driver, right?” Three-cornered eyes with deep-set eye sockets. He doesn't look like a good person at first glance. Zhang Yong tried to struggle, but then broke into a cold sweat. "ah?" When he heard the words Lixingshe Secret Service, he knew that something was serious. At a loss. Don't know how to analyze it. The middle-aged man with triangular eyes said nothing. Smoking silently. Zhang Yong suddenly turned pale. “An old woman. Two sisters…” Following behind calmly. “Seven, seven yuan…” These people are deadly. "oh…" Or maybe insert a knife into the heart... “Who is at home?” Zhang Yong blurted out. Then something didn't feel right.
“I can tell for sure. I can smell them.” Countless possibilities flashed through my mind instantly. Shot. torture. Water prison, soldering iron... "I…" He couldn't bear any of the tortures imposed by the military commander. Zhang Yong was very nervous. A very old game. Build a base. Gather resources. Explosive troops. Flat A. “How do you know the rickshaw driver is Japanese?” The rickshaw driver never came out. Maybe sleeping? Sleeping in broad daylight is either committing adultery or stealing. No matter how the other party pretends to be. Suddenly… “Stare, keep an eye on…” Zhang Yong’s voice was weak. But very true. No wonder I am so scared. Who is not afraid? This enemy is very clear. That's Japanese. “What? Are you scared?” Seems to be looking for something. The rickshaw driver never came out. “No. 73, Food Street…” He doesn’t want to die yet… I actually encountered these most terrifying plague gods. Must be Japanese. He is now standing on the edge of a ten thousand-foot cliff. He will fall down at any time and be shattered into pieces. He will never be able to survive. The middle-aged man with triangular eyes is talking to himself. If not, he eats the system. "Wang Zhiqiang, Zhou Baosheng, Tang Wande..." He is keeping an eye on this rickshaw driver, and Lixingshe must be keeping an eye on him as well. Or just break his fragile neck... Once he is regarded as an accomplice of the Japanese. He's dead.
“That rickshaw driver is Japanese. He just took a national army officer to the garrison headquarters, and then went home. He stopped doing business. I felt very suspicious. So I wanted to see what happened..." "I don't know. Anyway, he must be very rich. Otherwise, he will definitely go out and continue to solicit customers. This is the time when there are the most customers. In one morning, he can earn several cents." It feels like something is wrong. He knew his life was at stake. That rickshaw driver is definitely Japanese. Everyone carries a gun. Among them were two machine guns. Looks like a Yankee Thomson? Good guy. Such a powerful weapon was used. This kind of gun feels like it will be fine on the battlefield. "Actually, we have been watching him for five days. There was nothing unusual in the first four days." “Who are you looking at?” “Not enough…” The time gradually passes by one hour. Khan, I was scolded so much. At the beginning of this book, legal currency has not yet been issued. The banknotes mentioned here are not legal tender.
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