The second floor of a house in Yendli.
Ying Zuoying took a sip of the wine, and a spicy taste entered her throat, followed by a silky softness.
"Good wine." He shook his head slightly, "China is too big, there are too many good things. Such fine wines are very precious and rare in China, but they have so many famous wines that have been passed down for hundreds or thousands of years."
"Kagezuo-kun, these will soon all belong to our Empire of Japan."
"That's right." Ying Zuoying walked to the window and looked at her old friend who was slowly walking into the ambush in the drizzle. "Cheng Qianfan is a talent. There are too many talents in China. What should we do?"
"Kill them."
"That's right, that's right." Ying Zuoying chuckled, "Mr. Cheng has always been friendly to the empire, and he must be willing to sacrifice his life for the friendship between Japan and China."
"Yingzuo-kun, I still don't quite understand why you chose Cheng Qianfan?"
"If you want to blame it, just blame my old friend for his bad luck." Ying Zuoying sneered.
Hao Er lowered his head and pouted. He did not approve of Kage Zuo Eiichi's choice. In his opinion, it was impossible for Cheng Qianfan to recognize Kage Zuo Eiichi.
Because even Yingzuo Eiichi himself admitted that the probability of Cheng Qianfan recognizing him was extremely slim, not to mention that after these days, the crisis that should have occurred has already occurred.
What he actually wanted to say was that Cheng Qianfan's status was low, and it would be better if he chose a patrol officer with a more important status, such as Inspector Jin Kemu of the Central Patrol Room or two other inspectors.
Hao Er didn’t try to persuade him any more.
The military department's evaluation of Eiichi Kage is 'an outstanding talent who pursues perfection'.
In Koji's opinion, just like Yingzuo-kun has a very serious mysophobia, Yingzuo-kun is too attached to certain obsessions. Just because he met this patrolman in Shuanglongfang, Yingzuo-kun became more irritable in the next few days. After these days, I finally took action against the patrolman.
Of course, as long as Mr. Yingzuo is happy, just kill a Chinese.
“Are these White Russians reliable?”
"Don't worry, Mr. Ying Zuo." Haoji said, "These people hate Soviet Russia to the core. This is why they are willing to cooperate with the empire."
"The show is about to begin." Ying Zuoying nodded, showing a cruel smile.
…
Cheng Qianfan's gaze penetrated the thin strands of rain.
A tall foreigner was walking towards him with his head held high.
There was another foreigner about seven or eight meters behind him.
At the end of the alley, there was a tall figure vaguely visible in the rain.
Turns out to be a Westerner.
Cheng Qianfan was slightly stunned. His guess was that they might be Japanese, they might be agents from the Party Affairs Investigation Division, or they might even be people from the Political Division of the French Concession Patrol Room.
Dudu did not consider the possibility of Westerners.
This is the standard triangle offensive formation.
As long as he advances another twenty meters and the leader reaches behind him, he will enter the center of the triangle and be attacked from both sides.
The most important thing is that he doesn't know if there is any ambush outside the alley.
Ten meters ahead is Hu Laowen's house. Hu Laowen went to Hong Kong and the house is now empty.
In the utility room on the second floor, Cheng Qianfan hid a Mauser pistol, two magazines, and a grenade.
Take a preemptive strike and shoot down the person in front of you.
Use firepower to suppress the person behind you.
At the same time, he quickly broke into Hu Laowen's home and obtained weapons.
Cheng Qianfan's mind quickly started thinking about contingency plans.
The distance between the two people is shortening.
The first person put one hand into his arms.
Cheng Qianfan's eyes changed.
It’s too late, we must strike first.
…
"Du-du--"
Cheng Qianfan suddenly let out a shrill whistle.
The other party was obviously affected by the sudden sound of the police whistle, and was suffocated by the action of drawing the gun.
Almost instantly, Cheng Qianfan quickly drew his gun with his right hand and fired twice.
At the same time, he advanced instead of retreating. He stepped forward and leaned against the man who was shot and jumped forward, using the man as a human shield.
Only two gunshots were heard, and a muffled popping sound was heard in the ears. This was the human shield at work.
Cheng Qianfan shouldered it, grabbed the human shield with one hand, and shot back without even looking.
At the same time, the police whistle in his mouth continued to sound shrilly.
Continuous gunshots broke the early morning tranquility of Yandli, with children crying, adults yelling in panic, and the sound of running coming from afar.
Toot—toot—toot.
Hearing the echo of the police whistle in the distance, Cheng Qianfan breathed a sigh of relief.
He made the right bet.
Every morning at this time, a team of patrol officers changing guard would pass by nearby.
"Where to shoot?"
"I'm Cheng Qianfan!" Cheng Qianfan shouted, "Surround them."
As he spoke, he threw away his human shield and rolled on the ground to avoid it. A bullet hit the stone slab where he was hiding just now, and the splashed stones passed by his face.
"Comrade Ulanov!"
"Quickly retreat!"
The other two gunmen screamed loudly, followed by several gunshots and panicked footsteps.
"Inspector Cheng, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Cheng Qianfan didn't get up immediately. He lay on the ground and observed for more than ten seconds. When he saw several patrolmen running over with long guns, he got up.
Several police officers turned pale and pointed their guns at the man lying on the ground. They would rarely encounter such a gun battle.
Cheng Qianfan tried to get up from the ground, but failed several times in a row.
A patrolman came up to help him.
No one laughed at Cheng Qianfan for being weak-footed. The two gunmen opened fire on them when they escaped just now. Several of them are still trembling in their calves.
Cheng Qianfan was able to survive being surrounded by three people, but his legs were weak and he didn't pee his pants. It was already pretty good.
"Brother, help me."
Cheng Qianfan rubbed his calf, took a deep breath, and with the help of his colleagues turned the dead gunman over. He was a middle-aged man with a Slavic face. He was shot in four places, two in the chest and two in the chest. On the back, two eyes were wide open and a mouth full of blood.
…
The shooting in Yendri shocked the French Concession.
It wasn't just Qin Detai who came quickly with Jin Kemu.
Lieutenant Marais from the French Concession Political Office also rushed over.
"Xiao Cheng, are you okay?"
"Report to Mr. Qin, Jintou." Cheng Qianfan looked frightened, his face turned pale, and he reluctantly saluted, "Fortunately, my colleagues rescued me in time, and Qianfan was lucky not to be injured, but..."
"Just what?"
"It's just that Qianfan thinks that this trend can't last long. There was a shooting on Maggie Road before, and now Qianfan is attacked. Qianfan's personal safety doesn't matter. This is a provocation to the police station." Cheng Qianfan gritted his teeth and said.
"Too arrogant!" Tan Detai was furious, "You are right, this is a provocation to Mr. Tan and the patrol room, investigate! Investigate to the end!"
Lieutenant Marais, who had a delicate mustache, looked at the body that fell to the ground.
Looking back at Cheng Qianfan, he shook his head slightly when he saw that the young patrolman was pretending to be calm but could not hide the fear on his face.
However, I don't have too much contempt for the young patrolmen. For young people who have never experienced battlefields filled with bullets, this is already considered good.
He turned and spoke to the translator.
"Officer Cheng, the lieutenant asked you if you know who attacked you?"
