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April, 1935. Songhu. Minhang. South Street.
roadside. There stood a young policeman wearing a black police uniform. He seemed to be in a daze. He seemed to be feeling emotional again.
His name is Zhang Yong, and he is as mediocre as his name suggests. Nothing special, just ordinary.
He was silently looking at everyone passing by.
Seems to be looking for something.
It seemed like nothing was found.
He came from a later time. It also comes with a game system: Command and Conquer.
A very old game. Build a base. Gather resources. Explosive troops. Flat A.
The problem is, there is no war now!
Therefore, the only useful thing is the radar map. But the scanning radius is only 100 meters.
If there are enemies within 100 meters, they will be displayed.
This enemy is very clear. That's Japanese.
No matter how the other party pretends.
suddenly……
Zhang Yong's eyes narrowed.
He targeted a rickshaw driver. Because the radar map showed that this rickshaw driver was actually Japanese.
How strange, a rickshaw driver is actually Japanese?
Crucially, he also had an officer from the national army with him. The military rank seems to be major?
Something feels wrong.
Followed behind calmly.
The rickshaw driver was found parked near the security headquarters.
The major officer got out of the car. Entered the security headquarters. The rickshaw driver immediately returned empty-handed. No more soliciting.
It's working time now, and only people are arriving at the door of the security headquarters. No one left. There is no business in rickshaws. Returning empty is also normal. Zhang Yong didn't feel unusual.
Until he followed the rickshaw driver back to an alley and found that the rickshaw driver had actually gone home and hadn't left the house for a long time. The rickshaw also took me home. That's when it felt wrong. Are you not doing business anymore? It’s rush hour for work now!
At this time, future generations of online ride-hailing companies will be unable to do anything else. Make huge profits from temporary price increases. You don’t make any money? He actually hid back at home? Something is wrong. Something is wrong. Something is very wrong...
Suddenly I felt someone tapping my shoulder.
At the same time, I felt something pressing against my back.
He turned around in shock.
I saw a vulture's face.
Triangular eyes with deep sunken sockets. He doesn't look like a good person at first glance.
"what……"
"Want to die?"
"I……"
Zhang Yong tried to struggle, but then broke into a cold sweat.
He suddenly reacted. What was pressed against his back seemed to be a gun? Is it the barrel?
faint……
He was held at gunpoint.
Countless possibilities flashed through my mind instantly. Shot. torture. Water prison, soldering iron...
I feel hot in my crotch. Almost incontinent.
"You, you, don't, don't..." The voice trembled. Trembling all over. Scared.
Being pointed at a gun!
The identity of the other party is unknown.
Fortunately, there were no markings on the radar map. It means you are not Japanese.
If the other party is Japanese, he can't even imagine...
"what are you doing here?"
"Start, keep an eye on..."
"Who are you watching?"
"One, one, rickshaw driver..."
"Why are you staring at him?"
"Strange, strange..."
Zhang Yong was very nervous.
He knew his life was at stake.
All the other party needs to do is pull the trigger...
No, no need to pull the trigger. All he needs to do is gently pull the knife on his neck...
Or just break his fragile neck...
Or insert a knife into the heart...
In movies and TV series, there are so many ways to plot and kill people. very scary……
"Boy, we are from the Lixingshe Secret Service."
"Ah, ah, ah..."
Zhang Yong suddenly turned pale.
This time, I couldn't hold it back anymore. My crotch is really hot. Peed.
Lixingshe Secret Service!
Military command...
Boss Dai...
I actually encountered these most terrifying plague gods.
No wonder he was so scared. Who is not afraid?
He doesn't want to die yet...
"What? Are you scared?"
"I……"
"Tell me. What are you doing here?"
"That rickshaw driver is Japanese. He just took a national army officer to the security headquarters and then went home. He stopped doing business. I felt suspicious. So I wanted to see what happened..."
"How do you know the rickshaw driver is Japanese?"
"He is Japanese. He must be. I have a special sense of smell for Japanese people."
Zhang Yong affirmed his judgment.
No, it’s the radar map’s judgment. It can't be wrong.
That rickshaw driver is definitely Japanese.
Must be Japanese.
He is now standing on the edge of a cliff, and he will fall down at any time, his body will be shattered into pieces, and he will never be able to survive again.
When he heard the words Lixingshe Secret Service, he knew that something was serious.
What does Lixingshe do?
They must be here to catch Japanese spies.
He was keeping an eye on this rickshaw driver, and Lixingshe must also be keeping an eye on him.
Once you are regarded as an accomplice of the Japanese. He's dead.
The Lixingshe Secret Service will never show mercy when it comes to dealing with Japanese spies. The military commander was very cruel to the Japanese invaders.
"Where are you from?"
"Nan, South Street Branch..."
"Who is your boss?"
"Wang Zhiqiang, Zhou Baosheng, Tang Wande..."
"Where is the house?"
"No. 73, Food Street..."
"Who's at home?"
"One old lady. Two sisters..."
"How much salary were you paid last month?"
"Seven, seven yuan..."
"Which bank?"
"Central Bank..."
"Is it enough?"
"not enough……"
Zhang Yong blurted out. Then something didn't feel right.
this problem. It doesn't seem to make any sense. But I didn’t dare to say anything. Answer honestly.
It's really not enough.
Seven dollars. Nothing can be done.
Paper money these days is worthless. Only the ocean is the most popular.
A seven-dollar note has less purchasing power than an ocean. It's a pity that a small-time police officer like him can't have a big life.
Suddenly I felt a looseness in my back.
The middle-aged man took away the pistol.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Not so scared anymore.
"Go check it out!" said the middle-aged man with triangular eyes. At the same time, he inserted the pistol back into his waist.
"Yes." Someone immediately agreed and left.
Only then did Zhang Yong realize that there were seven men in gray behind him.
All wore dark gray tunic suits.
All carry guns. Among them were two machine guns. Looks like a Yankee Thomson?
Good guy. Such a powerful weapon was used. This kind of gun feels like it will be fine on the battlefield.
"Tell me, why did this rickshaw driver go home?"
"I don't know. Anyway, he must be very rich. Otherwise, he will definitely go out and continue soliciting customers. There are the most customers at this time. In one morning, he can solicit several cents."
"So, he's not a normal rickshaw driver, right?"
"He's Japanese."
"How do you know he's Japanese?"
"I can tell anyway. I can smell them."
Zhang Yong insisted.
The old man with triangular eyes said nothing. Smoking silently.
Zhang Yong does not smoke and is disgusted with the smell of smoke. But dare not move. They were all the murderers of Lixingshe, and he didn't want to provoke them.
The rickshaw driver never came out. Maybe sleeping?
Sleeping in broad daylight is either committing adultery or stealing.
"He was soliciting customers normally yesterday. But not today."
"ah?"
Zhang Yong opened his mouth.
That is……
Confused. Don't know how to analyze it.
"Actually, we have been watching him for five days. There was nothing unusual in the first four days."
"oh……"
Zhang Yong did not dare to say anything more.
Too many words are wrong. If there is a misunderstanding, you will be sent to enjoy the tiger bench.
He couldn't bear any of the tortures imposed by the military commander.
Fortunately, he is not a spy. There are no secrets either. Otherwise, they will definitely be recruited.
"But we didn't know he was Japanese..."
"He is Japanese."
Zhang Yong's voice was weak. But very serious.
This matter is definitely correct. This rickshaw driver must be Japanese.
If not, he eats the system.
"If he is really Japanese, that would be interesting..."
The old man with triangular eyes said to himself.
Zhang Yong could hear a deep sense of eeriness in his tone.
very scary……
These people are deadly.
Even the Japanese would definitely have a hard time falling into their hands.
silence.
wait.
The rickshaw driver never came out.
Time gradually passed by an hour.
