"The Ottoman Empire captured Constantinople, the capital of the Eastern Roman Empire. Constantine XI, the last emperor of the Eastern Roman Empire, died in battle. It is inherited that the Eastern Roman Empire collapsed the year before. This year is also considered to be the end of the European Middle Ages."
"In October, the British army in Bordeaux surrendered to the French army, and France recovered all its territory except Calais. The Hundred Years' War ended between England and France."
Zhou Ru's eyes first stayed on Constantine XI.
Zhou Ru was most concerned about the names that appeared on this page. When she saw Constantine XI, her eyes narrowed.
Then I saw Constantine XI’s name circled, and a reading note behind it said:
Poor man, it was not his fault, he had done enough, and no one else could have saved Rome.
'no,.
Zhou Ru understood.
Her eyes stayed on the following text.
Bordeaux, Bordeaux red wine.
Hundred Years' War, Thyme.
The most important thing is that the word "British Army" was circled by the team leader with a pen, followed by a sentence -
The British lost the European continent and exposed their weakness.
British!
Exposed!
Cheng Qianfan once again circled the three words "British" among them.
found it.
It's - 'British,!
In this case, the sentence in the information should be:
British exposed!
Zhou Ru frowned. She didn't understand what the sentence "British people were exposed" in the information passed by the team leader in code words meant. In fact, it was a bit strange. However, Zhou Ru was convinced that the answer she was looking for was the British.
The team leader first emphasized, "No, Constantine XI, with hints of the Hundred Years War, and then circled the words "British Army," and then circled the words "British Army" in his reading notes, and There is also the word 'exposed' in the reading notes. If Zhou Ru still can't find the answer, she should just find a piece of tofu and kill her.
She even wondered if she was that stupid in the team leader's mind. The team leader actually left so many clues, which could be said to be heartbreaking for her. (PS2)
Putting the book away, Zhou Ru walked gently to the door and listened carefully to the movement outside the door to confirm that there was nothing abnormal.
She returned to the bedroom and bolted the door.
Taking out the radio from the secret compartment, Zhou Ru began to send the report.
Didi, beep, beep.
The radio waves spanned thousands of mountains and rivers, flying from the Huangpu River to the Jialing River.
Zhu Xiaotie was sitting in a rickshaw. His cover identity was that of the shopkeeper of Fengji Silk and Satin Factory in the Public Settlement. At the wine table, he met Shao Mingkui, the inspector general of the Laozha Prison of the Public Settlement Police Department. Later, under Zhu Xiaotie's deliberate friendship, Next, the two had a similar affinity and became good friends.
This also provided a legitimate reason for Zhu Xiaotie to visit Shao Mingkui in the general capture house of the public concession.
At this moment, Zhu Xiaotie saw a driver pulling a rickshaw running across the street, and the passengers were waving to him.
It's Shao Mingbo.
Zhu Xiaotie was shocked when he saw clearly that the person waving was Shao Mingbo, and his intuition told him that something had happened.
Soon, they both got off the rickshaw and met in an alley on the side of the road. "Something happened. The Japanese and No. 76 found the patrol house and are now leading people into the French Concession to apply for a large-scale arrest." Shao Mingbo wiped the sweat from his forehead and gasped.
With that said, he handed Zhu Xiaotie the list of arrest addresses written by Shao Mingkui. Zhu Xiaotie was horrified when he saw it. There were sixteen addresses on the list. Although there was no house number on the list, Zhu Xiaotie, as the leader of the Shanghai District Intelligence Team, had already recognized that five of the addresses were the ones he knew. The office premises of a back-office unit.
It is conceivable that these five addresses are so accurate, and the remaining eleven addresses must also be the offices of other units in Shanghai.
This was what made Zhu Xiaotie inexplicably frightened.
Such a detailed and accurate list of addresses was obviously not obtained by the Japanese invaders through investigation. It must have been obtained by important cadres within the Shanghai District.
Collaboration.
"How could it come to this suddenly?" Zhu Xiaotie said in shock. He folded the address list and put it in his pocket. "I will report to the top immediately. You should also be more careful." Both of them knew that the situation was urgent and could not care more. Say, let’s part ways.
Zhu Xiaotie's original intention was to ask a rickshaw to take him to No. 71 Maiyang Road to report to Cheng Xuyuan. However, after he thought about it for a moment, he realized that the matter was extremely urgent. If he warned a minute earlier, he would have more chances.
So, Zhu Xiaotie ran to the far corner of the street. He remembered that there was a telegraph hall there. On the other side, Shao Mingbo and Zhu Xiaotie separated and completed the urgent task assigned by Shao Mingkui. He breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was feeling hungry and thirsty, he strolled to the roadside and planned to buy two sesame seed cakes to satisfy his hunger.
The fragrant sesame cakes were extremely tempting. Shao Mingbo devoured the sesame cakes and walked into an alley unknowingly. By the time he noticed that he was surrounded by people, it was already too late.
"Guys, Shao is the head of the public arrest bureau, there could be some misunderstanding." Shao Mingbo frowned and said.
"Shao Mingbo, tell me who you are in Shanghai, and I will spare your life." Dong Zhengguo stepped out from behind several of his men and said.
Shao Mingbo's face changed greatly, "Friend, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense." "Shao Mingbo, since we have blocked you, we naturally found you." Dong Zhengguo said coldly, "I, No. 76 Dong Zhengguo .”
"Dong Zhengguo of Zhongtong." Shao Mingbo gave Dong Zhengguo a deep look.
"Exactly." Dong Zhengguo nodded, "Brother Shao, I advise you to cooperate and avoid physical pain."
Shao Mingbo was silent.
He didn't speak and ate the sesame cake in silence.
"Brother Shao, my patience is limited." Dong Zhengguo said with a sullen face.
"I'm so hungry." Shao Mingbo grinned at Dong Zhengguo, "Let me finish the sesame seeds."
As he spoke, he took big bites of sesame seed cakes.
Dong Zhengguo frowned. He saw Shao Mingbo devouring his food, as if he had eaten the meal without finishing.
Did you finish your meal?
Dong Zhengguo's heart moved, and he immediately shouted sharply, "Take his sesame cakes.
Several agents suddenly woke up and rushed to snatch Shao Mingbo's sesame cakes like crazy. Shao Mingbo struggled hard and stuffed the biscuits into his mouth desperately.
However, the sesame cakes were still snatched away and thrown to the ground.
He looked at the half-drawn sesame seeds on the ground with regretful eyes, and then laughed. Dong Zhengguo was shocked. He stepped forward and struck Shao Mingbo, who was being held down by his men, in the abdomen with a series of blows.
Wow.
The biscuits Shao Mingbo swallowed were spit out.
However, it seems to be a little late.
Shao Mingbo's face turned gray, the color of his eyes was wrong, and brown blood began to appear at the corners of his mouth.
"Tell me, who was the person you met just now? Shao Mingkui's identity in Shanghai!" Dong Zhengguo roared.
Shao Mingbo just grinned, and more blood began to pour out of the corners of his mouth.
"Han, Han girl fuck." Shao Mingbo looked at Dong Zhengguo.
This man looked like he was about to die, but his gaze frightened Dong Zhengguo. This gaze was like a dagger, making Dong Zhengguo both angry and frightened.
"You don't have to die." Dong Zhengguo grabbed Shao Mingbo's collar and shouted, "Why? You don't have to die. As long as you speak, I will protect you from death!"
"Nan..." Shao Mingbo gritted his teeth, his face twisted in pain, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
"Nan what?" Dong Zhengguo asked sternly with a happy face.
"Nanjing..." Shao Mingbo's voice became lower and lower, "...home, home." Finally, more severe pain hit, Shao Mingbo screamed, and blood gushed out from his mouth.
The poison was not in the sesame cake. After he was called out by name and identified as Shanghai District, he quietly put the poison hidden in his pocket into his mouth. The reason why he gnawed the sesame cake was very simple——
He is hungry.
I heard the old man say that it is very miserable to be a starving ghost.
