Three military trucks roared out of the gate of the central patrol house and then went their separate ways.
Cheng Qianfan stood in the carriage, the cold spring wind blowing on his face.
He pretended to glance casually at his colleagues around him and yawned, but his heart sank.
There are no military trucks in the patrol room, and there is no reason to use these big oil-hungry guys.
These military cards were obviously drawn from the "Truck Squad" of the "Armored Convoy" under the Political Department.
Cheng Qianfan started to get a little nervous.
Lao Liao's sudden exposure and sacrifice caused him to lose his contact.
Now the patrol room suddenly launched such a "big war" action the next day. Cheng Qianfan didn't know if the two incidents were somehow related.
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Cheng Qianfan felt his heartbeat speeding up and his palms sweating due to nervousness. He took a deep breath and told himself to calm down.
Who is the man in the photo and the target of this operation?
Is he his comrade?
Most likely yes, he thought to himself.
What Cheng Qianfan wants now is to save his comrades from the bloody capture of the enemy as much as possible without exposing himself.
Lao Liao's blood, and the scene of Lao Liao's tragic sacrifice yesterday, were like needle pricks in his heart.
The truck passed an intersection, which was a wind outlet, and the wind and dust blew up. Cheng Qianfan closed his eyes subconsciously. He seemed to see the man in the photo being arrested, interrogated, and even lying in a pool of blood.
Cheng Qianfan grabbed the car railing with both hands so hard. He really didn't want to see Lao Liao's tragedy happen in front of him again.
Old Liao's last smile appeared in his mind, and this smile made Cheng Qianfan's heart hurt even more.
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The truck was driving fast, and pedestrians on the street looked at the murderous police officers, 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 forts and spread them around.
Everyone took it with laughter.
In Xunli, it cannot be said that everyone likes Cheng Qianfan. At least everyone has a good impression of this young man.
The young man knows etiquette.
Most of the cigarettes in the pockets went into everyone's mouths.
When paying wages, we would occasionally invite everyone to have a toothpaste ceremony.
They are all on patrol, and they are all involved in three religions and five factions, and they all have different ways of making money.
No one is short of these two dollars, all they want is this attitude.
Xiao Cheng knows how to be a good person.
Of course, there is another important reason that must be mentioned:
This Xiao Cheng is not without his feet in the patrol room.
Who wouldn't like someone who has a heel background and can be a good person?
Cheng Qianfan chatted with everyone without leaving a trace. He wanted to test to see if any of his colleagues knew the identity and action plan of the target of this operation.
Everyone was equally surprised and curious about this action.
The large-scale manhunt jointly carried out by the national government and various leasing authorities at the end of last year can be described as a "brilliant result". A large number of Red Party active figures were "arrested", especially the Jiangsu Provincial Committee of the Red Party and the Shanghai Special Branch were uncovered. This has caused the Central Committee of the Red Party and Contact with local Red Party organizations in Shanghai was completely interrupted.
The French Concession authorities, especially the Political Office, were very satisfied with this. They believed that due to the severe crackdowns by the Kuomintang and the joint pursuit of the concession patrols, the Red Party's organizations in Shanghai had almost disappeared, or the remaining three or two kittens had also been eliminated. Forced into hibernation.
The patrol room has not been involved in arresting the Red Party members for some time since then.
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Some speculated that this man was an important figure in the Red Party.
"Use your brain, okay?" Someone disagreed, "I think this little red guy is the son of a big boss in the Red Party. Ouch, that's amazing. Yes, he could be the son of a certain big boss."
This statement has been relatively recognized by most people, including Cheng Qianfan. At least it is much more reliable than guessing that 'the young man is an important figure in the Red Party'.
Cheng Qianfan joked that Datou Lu could become a detective.
"Xiao Cheng is a sensible person." Datou Lu laughed proudly.
Cheng Qianfan chuckled and was about to speak when he made a sharp turn at an intersection. The driver didn't brake, and the car suddenly swayed. He Guan Laise pretended to be cool and didn't grab the armrest. If Cheng Qianfan hadn't grabbed him, this kid would have broken his head.
"Nemo, hurry up and reincarnate." He Guan angrily slapped the iron sheet on the roof of the car 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 were so stifled that they farted. Fortunately, the smell in the convertible car dissipated quickly.
The driver was Inspector Jin Kemu, He Guan’s uncle...
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Cheng Qianfan was also holding back his laughter, but he felt quite regretful in his heart. He could not find out any valuable information from everyone's mouths. Everyone was as ignorant about this operation as he was, at least in appearance.
At the same time, he secretly remembered the sharp turn just now in his mind.
Liu Bo was a long-time smoker and would finish a cigarette after two puffs. Cheng Qianfan simply 'forced' the remaining half pack of cigarettes to him.
"When it comes to taking action, be careful." Liu Bo said. This man was a good person. He often received Cheng Qianfan's filial piety and took good care of him.
"There are photos and addresses. It's never been so easy before. It's okay." Cheng Qianfan said nonchalantly.
"Nonggang special." Liu Bo lowered his voice and gestured with a pistol, "Be careful, don't be stupid."
Shooting is not allowed here, but there is no guarantee that the other party may have a gun. This operation may seem easy, but in fact it is more dangerous than before.
"I understand." Cheng Qianfan nodded gratefully.
"Old Liu, you are preventing Xiao Cheng from making meritorious deeds." A patrol officer said angrily.
"For meritorious service, what kind of merit are you doing? Be careful not to lose your life to enjoy it." Liu Bo glared and cursed, "Old Mo, if you want to do meritorious service, you can do it first."
"Ala is kind-hearted, don't you think so, Xiao Cheng." Lao Mo said with a smile.
"Brother Mo also means well, I know that." Cheng Qianfan's expression remained unchanged and he smiled.
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He understands these colleagues in his heart.
Others are not as kind as Liu Bo, who would especially tell this young man to pay attention to safety.
However, he would not harm him intentionally.
This Lao Mo was the most useless person. He used to smoke his cigarettes and be his host. Later, after the relationship deteriorated due to some trivial matters, this guy was even more indifferent to others.
This was intentional to provoke Cheng Qianfan, hoping that he would be the first to rush forward and block the bullet.
He Guan chuckled and winked at Cheng Qianfan, asking whether he wanted to find an opportunity to mess with Lao Mo.
Cheng Qianfan glanced at this guy angrily, which meant that he wasn't implicated by you.
Cheng Qianfan and Lao Mo originally had no dispute, but He Guan and Lao Mo had a conflict over some bullshit.
Cheng Qianfan has been trying to get closer to Jin Kemu by making good friends with He Guan, so naturally he wants to stand on He Guan's side to help.
Lao Mo probably felt that Cheng Qianfan's heel was not relevant and he had to pick the weak one, so he and Cheng Qianfan shouldered it instead.
Cheng Qianfan's heart moved at this moment.
He looked up at the sky and complained, "It's going to rain."
He Guan received the message: It depends on the situation, it can be done.
Several patrolmen changed the topic to a more popular topic, talking about how beautiful a new dancer named Pitao was in the big world, her eyebrows, breasts, and ass, tsk tsk.
This topic was Lao Mo's favorite, and he no longer stared at Cheng Qianfan and secretly stirred things up.
Cheng Qianfan looked at the situation outside the car thoughtfully.
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At the same time, in a Shikumen house on Father Jin Road.
"Team leader, I lost him, please punish me."
Song Fuguo didn't say anything. He stared at the map for a long time and asked coldly, "Where was it lost? Tell me carefully."
"The other party came out of the back door of the Japanese Consulate in Shanghai, and we followed them all the way to the French Concession..." The team member quickly cheered up and recalled carefully.
"Circle the route." Song Fuguo pointed at the map.
