Chen Gongshu frowned and felt a headache.
But he did not complain. After all, it was not an easy task to burn this batch of medical supplies under the eyes of the Japanese army.
"Send a pension to his old mother in his hometown." He could only wave his hand.
Zheng Xiaofeng hummed.
"Webmaster. I suggest canceling this destruction mission."
However, the next second, Zheng Xiaofeng said bravely.
"Old Zheng, I understand what you mean. Don't you just want to wait for this batch of medical supplies to be transported on the train and destroy it together with the train before it leaves Shanghai?
Right. "
"Yes, Station Commander. At least by doing this, our casualties can be minimized."
"Yes. I understand. But tonight's mission cannot be canceled."
"Webmaster..." Zheng Xiaofeng raised his eyes.
Chen Gongshu continued:
"But it doesn't have to be tonight that the batch of medical supplies must be destroyed. Instead, if there is a chance, destroy it. If there is really no chance, or it will cause heavy sacrifices, then it is not too late to use the second option. .”
"Yes, webmaster!" Zheng Xiaofeng said loudly, feeling much more satisfied.
Sure enough, someone still had to die before the webmaster would make the choice to give in.
…
night.
Ten o'clock.
Hongkou District.
A hotel near Shanghai South Station.
"Brother, have you discovered anything?" Zhang Huaian hurriedly entered the room, closed the door, and asked.
"Not yet. There are too many Japanese and puppet troops nearby, and I don't know how many invisible plainclothes agents are hidden there. There are so many houses, it's impossible to start."
Chen Huaiping, who stood in front of the window and looked out at the dark night, shook his head.
"Where are you Huai'an?"
he asked instead.
"Brother, you are more capable than me. You can't even find me, let alone me." Zhang Huaian shrugged, with a touch of self-deprecation on the corner of his mouth.
Zhang Huaiping was not surprised, because he had no expectations for his younger brother.
"Have you noticed a place where supplies are suspected to be hidden?" Zhang Huaian walked into the bathroom and asked casually.
"Well, this is true." Zhang Huaiping said firmly.
Zhang Huaian stopped subconsciously.
"What section of the road is it on?"
"Luocheng North Road!"
…
Luocheng North Road.
Yutai Tea House.
In front of the gate.
"Dong dong."
A man with a mustache in a long coat knocked on the red iron door in front of him.
"What the hell are you doing!" However, as soon as the man with a mustache who looked like a polite scum dropped his hand, behind him, more than ten meters away, a Japanese gendarmerie soldier had already taken off the 38-meter cap hanging on his shoulder. Next, he pointed the gun at the opponent.
"Imperial Army, don't shoot, it's a misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding!"
The bearded man trembled in fright and quickly raised his hands.
"Baga Yalu! Come on, tell me, what are you doing out there in the middle of the night!" The Japanese did not relax at all. With the 38 cap in their hands, they were ready to pull the trigger at any time.
"Imperial Army, it's really a misunderstanding. I'm actually a businessman. I came to Yutai Tea House just to negotiate a deal with Boss Wu and ask him to buy a batch of tea leaves."
The man with the mustache spoke fluent Japanese.
"You, you actually speak Japanese?" The Japanese was a little surprised.
"Yes, Imperial Army. Aren't you a businessman? The Japanese Empire has a developed economy and prosperity. It is the most suitable country in the world for developing business. I stayed there for a few years and learned some Japanese."
The mustache man's flattery was indeed quite effective. After what he said, the Japanese gendarmerie's face became obviously much nicer.
"You are knowledgeable, that's right. Our great Japanese Empire is prosperous and prosperous! This is a great kingdom of heaven!" The Japanese grinned.
"Your Majesty the Imperial Army, can I treat you to a cup of tea?"
The man with the moustache changed the topic and made a gesture of picking out his pocket.
"You want to bribe me?" The devil saw his intention at a glance.
"Your Majesty the Imperial Army, I cannot talk about bribery. I just feel that I enjoy talking to you and have similar interests. In addition, I have a natural affection for the Japanese Empire, so I want to make friends with you. I hope that in the future , I will also have the opportunity to contact you again."
A man with a mustache is careful in his words and deeds.
"Making friends, um, not bad, you have a good eye!" The devil showed a satisfied smile.
Obviously, the Japanese didn't mind making a little extra money during their boring work.
"Here, Your Majesty the Imperial Army."
The mustached man took out three hundred yen.
When he saw the three hundred yen, the Japanese's eyes lit up instantly. You must know that their military police force, which is not an officer, has no day off for a month, and its monthly salary is only fifty yen.
And the Chinese man in front of him, who had gone to do business with the Japanese Empire, was actually willing to give him three hundred yen just to make friends with him and invite him to a cup of tea.
This shows how rich this Chinese person is.
After collecting the money and searching his body again to make sure that the Chinese man in front of him did not have any dangerous items on him, the Japanese man smiled broadly and put his 38 cap back on his shoulders.
"I wonder what your name is?" After accepting the money, the Japanese's attitude obviously improved a lot.
"My surname is Huang, and my single name is Zhong. My name is Huang Zhong."
"Huang Zhong, um, not bad. Huang Sang, your name is very good!" The Japs gave a thumbs up.
"Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty the Imperial Army." The bearded man nodded and bowed slightly.
"Huang Sang can call me Kimura from now on." The devil also briefly introduced himself.
"Okay, Kimura-kun."
"Okay, Huang Sang, it's not advisable to stay here for a long time. Go back quickly!" As he said that, Kimura waved his hand to him.
The mustache man's expression changed.
"Kimura-kun. But I haven't bought any tea yet?"
"Huang Sang. There is no tea here anymore, and Boss Wu has moved out. If Huang Sang is in urgent need of tea, I suggest you go to Lao She Tea House on Luocheng West Road. It is said that the tea there is also very good."
"No more tea?"
The mustachioed man feigned surprise.
"The tea house's signboard is still there? How come there is no tea left?"
"If it's gone, it's gone. Huang Sang, just believe me. Would I still lie to your friend?"
"Kimura-kun, is it possible that here..."
"Huang Sang, don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. It will do you no good, Huang Sang." The Japanese soldier said coldly.
"Okay. Then I won't disturb Mr. Kimura. I'll go to Lao She Tea House to have a look."
"Yes. Huang Sang walks slowly."
…
"It must be supplies. The supplies stored in Yutai Tea House must be Japanese military supplies!"
In the dark alley, the bearded man tore off the fake beard around his mouth, wiped away a few moles on his face, and instantly transformed into another face.
This guy is actually Zhang Huaiping.
…
"What, the supplies in Yutai Tea House have been found by the One-horned Fairy?!"
In a hidden room, Zhang Huaiping looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who didn't take him seriously, with a look of shock on his face.
"Yes. The One-Horned Fairy sent news this morning. So, Cobra, you have taken a step forward this time." The peacock held the Genhard Gate in the corner of his mouth, showing his laziness.
Zhang Huaiping looked as if he had eaten shit, which was extremely ugly.
He thought that his work efficiency was fast enough. After all, the task was only issued yesterday, and he had already found a batch before early tonight.
But in the end, he actually lost to the One-horned Fairy again.
The three hundred yen given to the Japanese were wasted again.
…
Time moves forward a little.
Night, nine o'clock.
"Canned food, all canned food..." On the basement floor of Yutai Tea House, a cub mouse was lying on a beef can, its eyes wide.
Yes, this baby mouse is still Gao Lingyu.
He never expected that Yutai Tea House, a large store, not only stored medical supplies for the Japanese army, but also dug a basement five meters deep on the ground.
And a large number of various cans are stored here.
"Canned chicken rice, canned beef rice, canned fish, canned natto, canned vegetables, compressed biscuits, eel rice..."
"There are a lot of quantities, ten boxes, twenty boxes, fifty boxes, fifty-one boxes, fifty-three boxes..."
After counting them all, there were nearly a hundred boxes in total.
If this batch of supplies were transported to the Nanning front line, how many little devils would be fed?
"What a job!"
Suddenly, a Japanese soldier standing guard in the basement roared in the direction of Gao Lingyu.
