Cheng Qianfan has a delicate appearance and a somewhat booklike appearance.
The moment I put on the black patrol uniform and the police hat.
The aura of the book was concealed, and there was a resolute and heroic aura between his brows.
He didn't go out immediately.
Instead, he sat down and wiped the gun carefully.
This is his sidearm, not the one he carried yesterday.
The guns used by the patrol houses in the French Concession are basically marked in metric caliber, mainly Browning series.
Different levels have different guns.
Chinese and Annanese police officers in the French Concession use 9mm Hoechst Browning M1903 pistols.
Because there is a pony on the handle of the gun, people are accustomed to calling this gun the Horse Brand Luzi.
The Browning 9mm caliber bullet of Continental Luzi is very unique and is almost rare on the market. Only the patrolmen in the French Concession use this gun, and its directivity is very obvious.
Therefore, Cheng Qianfan would carry another Mauser pistol that he bought from the black market when he was on the move.
Mauser pistols are not only widely used by the regular national armed forces and local troops, but also widely used by national secret agents, red party agents, Shanghai Youth Gang, and bodyguard water bandits. It is almost impossible to use this kind of "bad street" gun to detect people. of.
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I did several quick drawing exercises from the holster.
Cheng Qianfan took a deep breath.
Lao Liao died suddenly, and there were many mysteries behind it.
He didn't know if he had also attracted the enemy's attention.
Maybe he would be rounded up by Kuomintang agents when he went out today, or maybe he would be taken away by people from the French Concession Political Office in the patrol room.
Cheng Qianfan has not considered leaving. If he wanted to leave, he could leave Shanghai immediately after Lao Liao died yesterday.
He wanted to stay and continue fighting, and he could not let old Liao die in vain.
Since the first day he joined the revolution, Cheng Qianfan has been ready to sacrifice for the country and the nation at any time.
The great Chinese nation, the Chinese nation that is suffering from serious disasters, must have someone to rise up and sacrifice. If necessary, he is willing to become a glorious member of it.
If you never come back, you never come back!
How happy it is to die well!
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Yandli's neighbors looked at Cheng Qianfan, who was dressed in a crisp patrol uniform and strolled out slowly.
Although the eyes are a bit complicated, most of them don't contain much disgust and contempt.
Many of these old aunts and uncles watched him grow up.
The reputation of patrol officers is not very good, but everyone still wants to believe that this kid has good intentions.
Of course, having an acquaintance who is a patrolman would not be a bad thing in this troubled world.
"Brother Fan, help me, dad is going to beat me to death." A young man came running to ask for help.
Cheng Qianfan helped the child's father hold him down, "Hit him. If your father doesn't beat you, I will beat you too."
This bastard has been hanging out with a few Sanguang coders recently, and he will learn bad things sooner or later.
Sanguang code is a person who eats, uses up, and plays the light. These people are penniless, but they are proficient in eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling.
For money, I can even sell my mother-in-law.
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"Brother Fan." Li Haomao was smoking at the entrance of the alley, shivering from the cold. When he saw Cheng Qianfan coming out, he quickly got up.
"I heard about it." Li Hao whispered, "A few days ago, someone saw that group of people going to National Tongji University."
"Have you arrested anyone?" Cheng Qianfan asked.
"I haven't heard of it." Li Hao shook his head.
"Thank you for your hard work." Cheng Qianfan patted Li Hao on the shoulder.
"It's not hard." Li Hao sniffed and was very happy to be praised, "Brother Fan, I'm going to work."
"Go, have a bowl of wontons, fried pancakes or something." Cheng Qianfan took out a few dollars of French currency and stuffed it directly into Li Hao's hand. He didn't allow the other party to refuse and gave him a false kick, "Get out of here, it's cold. , eat something warm."
Li Hao sniffed, hey, silly.
Li Hao was nicknamed "Mouse". His parents died early and he only knew his surname was Li.
A bastard who hates dogs.
I was beaten half to death once and almost froze to death outside in the middle of winter.
Cheng Qianfan revived him with a bowl of hot wonton soup.
From then on, he followed Cheng Qianfan.
Just do whatever you ask him to do.
Worked as a rickshaw driver.
Worked in the drugstore.
Now he is a conductor on the French and Electrical Route 2.
Looking at Cheng Qianfan's leaving figure, Li Hao's eyes turned red.
He would not consider the reason why Cheng Qianfan asked him to do those things. He only knew that without Cheng Qianfan, he would have died of cold and starvation and would not be alive today.
Also, Brother Fan really treats him as a human being.
Brother Fan also helped him get the name Li Hao.
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Cheng Qianfan did not call a rickshaw. He walked to the patrol house every day. It took less than half an hour to walk from Yandeli to the central patrol house at No. 22 Xue Huali Road.
Cheng Qianfan nodded.
I was chatting with my colleagues, and after wandering around, I arrived in front of Ma Yishou.
"Master, you look good today. Have you made a fortune?"
Ma Yishou is the deputy inspector. Cheng Qianfan was assigned to the Central Patrol Room after graduating from the supplementary class of the Shanghai French Concession Police Sergeant School last year and stayed with Ma Yishou.
Ma Yishou is his master.
No matter how prosperous Cheng Qianfan becomes in the future, he will still have to recognize this master-disciple relationship.
"Ce Na Niang!" Ma Yishou cursed, "Get rich!"
Cheng Qianfan smiled and added hot water to Ma Yishou's cup without saying a word.
He understands Ma Yishou's temper. He is a person who can't hide his words. No need to ask, he will speak himself.
This is how he obtained some information from Ma Yishou's unintentional words.
However, Ma Yishou hesitated today and did not speak any more.
This surprised Cheng Qianfan secretly.
Ma Yishou glanced at Cheng Qianfan and wanted to say something, but he never said it.
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After a while, Inspector Jin Kemu arrived and called Deputy Inspector Ma Yishou over for a meeting.
After the two officers left, the atmosphere in the patrol hall became lively.
Cheng Qianfan didn't need to inquire deliberately, he could guess what happened from everyone's discussions.
When Ma Yishou was smoking and bragging outside the patrol room in the early morning, Xi Neng, the squad leader of the investigation team of the Political Department, came.
Ma Yishou quickly saluted and said hello.
Unexpectedly, the Frenchman had taken some gunpowder and pointed at Ma Yishou's nose and cursed loudly.
Of course, no one could understand the French that Xi Neng spoke, why he was scolding, and what he was scolding.
"Anyway, the scolding was so fierce that Lao Ma couldn't understand it and was even more scared." Liu Bo said with a smile.
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Cheng Qianfan was thinking about the information obtained by Li Hao.
Those spies were present at National Tongji University.
But no one was arrested.
State agents have been monitoring student movements in various universities, and it does not seem surprising that agents appear.
But Cheng Qianfan didn't see it that way. His intuition told him that there should be a certain connection between Lao Liao's sacrifice and this incident.
No one was arrested... No, this can only mean that there was no public arrest!
So... is it a secret arrest?
Cheng Qianfan's heart skipped a beat, as this possibility indeed existed.
He secretly kept his guess and analysis in mind.
