Something's not right about things right now...
This was the thought that flashed through Lin Dong's mind.
However, before he had time to think about it, he was pulled into the well by Yan Xiaoqing.
Wei Lin was subdued. She was knocked unconscious without even seeing Fan Ji's face. Now she was tied up and thrown to the ground.
The entire courtyard has also been controlled, and all the comrades in this courtyard except the four girls and Lin Dong have been captured.
At this moment, Fan Ji was holding two small oil paper bags in her hands and was deep in thought.
"Strange things!" Fan Ji said to herself.
"Do you know anyone?" Fan Ji asked, holding the oil paper bag.
All the ninja shook their heads.
No matter what it is, what was collected from the person in charge of this intelligence station must be very important.
Zhang Lianfa waved his hands quickly and said with a sorry smile, "Yes! It's a war! It's too safe to leave the city!"
The Zhongyang Army guarding the city told us that there were no Japanese troops there, but that the Japanese were still on standby to see if they had retreated. They also told the people to go home and wait in peace.
Scattered gunshots were heard in the north, and a huge commotion broke out in the streets. The common people of Ming Dynasty also stopped dragging their families and ran towards the south gate.
Now I really hate having to give that bald guy a butt of a gun,
As Fan Ji approached, Zhang Lianfa finally saw Fan Ji's appearance clearly, but the clothes Fan Ji was wearing made me feel strange, as if she was just a few rags casually draped under her body.
Taking into account international relations, one must hold back.
"You want it! Get out of the city!" Baldhead continued to say in blunt Chinese.
Narrow pine, fat and small, but larger fabric. I made it from the curtains of the headquarters.
"It's you, a missionary from Manchester!"
"Of course not, it's your honor to serve you." Fan Ji bowed her head slightly and saluted.
Xu San was very satisfied with the result. As for the big rats that escaped, you were also concerned about them, not to mention that you let them go on purpose.
Gu Haomeng had a headache, and it really hurt me at that time!
Seeing that not a single car had left, squad leader Zhang Lianfa, who was in charge of the city gate, walked over, knocked on the car door, and said, "Open the window."
Glancing at the mouth of the well where Lin Dong escaped, Fan Ji pointed and said, "Go down and take a look, be careful, there must be an ambush here! After triggering the trap, come back immediately."
"He is with us!?" Gu Haomeng continued to ask whether he had put the gun on.
Fan Ji is now wearing a kind of ascetic clothing often worn by Benedictine monks. It belongs to this kind of clothing that requires a few scissors to be put on and a few stitches to be sewn carefully.
"Yes!" Zhang Lianfa continued to wave his hands and told the few Chinese people that they could leave the city.
"Thank you, Emperor. It's an honor for you to meet Zhu's envoy. You want to ask you a favor, can't you?"
"I'm reporting to Master Fan Ji that the secret passage in the well has been sealed. If you want to unblock it, it will take at least an hour."
"That's your fault. If you met me, you would definitely shoot me in the head." The bald-headed Yinge Gewaishi said and took out a large right revolver. It was not because of Gu Hao's weird dress that the bald man outside the car opened the door and took the initiative to greet him.
We are a team of Chinese people.
After a while, the ninja emerged from the well.
After listening to Fan Ji's words, the bald Yingge's face suddenly changed. He took out a cross and crossed himself several times on his chest, "Oh, my God! I must be a believer in this."
"If you want to leave the city, you are a businessman!" The bald man said in Chinese mixed with English.
To save trouble, leave the seams alone and just piece it together using paper clips and staplers.
"You want it! Get out of the city!" Bald Man said in very blunt Chinese.
"With or without Zhu's protection, you think I must have met the devil. During the day today, you heard a Chinese man shout 666."
The car window was rolled up, revealing a bald Chinese man.
Moreover, in the minds of many Chinese people at this moment, there is still the idea that the moon in China is rounder and the shit in China is more fragrant. When meeting Chinese people, they feel like they are superior to others.
"Is your translator a believer in Zhu?" Fan Ji asked.
However, as the people dispersed, not a single big car remained in place.
Perhaps because of the high combat effectiveness of those intelligence agents, only two ninjas on Xu San's side suffered gunshot wounds.
But as soon as we ran to the south gate, we found that the city gate was closed.
"You want to get out of the city!" The bald man said in a tight and fast tone.
The bad thing is that the troops guarding the city are usually well paid and do not bully the people. Thanks to the comfort of the Central Army, the people also returned to their homes one after another.
Walking to Fan Ji, the bald Waiguo Ren first made a sign of the cross on his chest, "Thank you, Emperor!"
"The officer just said that he definitely didn't ask my commander for protection in a big way."
Fan Ji shook her hand, "No need for now! Our most important task now is to count the seizures. Please note that as long as there are words on them, nothing can be left behind."
"Hi!" A ninja said and jumped into the well. After a while, there was a muffled sound from the well, as if there was an explosion.
Fan Ji also made a sign of the cross on her chest and said angrily, "Thank you, Emperor! It's really difficult to meet Zhu's followers in a foreign country."
The language is good when dealing with Chinese people, and it is no small trouble to deal with it.
As for Xiangshan Station, only Lin Dong received a blow from the sword, and everyone else was basically knocked unconscious.
In the darkness, a strange voice appeared. Zhang Lianfa quickly raised his gun and aimed, "Who!"
"Hi!" The ninjas agreed and began to carry out Xu San's mission.
There are about seventy people in the entire Xiangshan Station, and there are only a dozen or so outside, even one-eighth of them are here. How can we lure the rest out if we let a few go.
"Your translator is lost. Just now, I followed the flow of people for a while and disappeared. Oh my God, I was still behind your eyes at the end, but in the blink of an eye, I saw you and met you. Are you a devil?"
"It's a pity that you were able to influence me and let me escape." Gu Hao said with regret.
"Yes, but you can't act as a translator." Fan Ji said and quickly approached the vehicle.
"If so, just wait! Once you report it to your superior, you must be worried about your safety and cannot apply for protection from me."
Zhang Lianfa still waved his hand, "Yes! Yes! It really is yes!"
"Oh, I am!"
Gu Haomeng cupped his hands, bowed, and said, "Young foreigner, can you speak Chinese?"
The bald man was very polite, but I just kept saying these words over and over. I didn't want to leave the city, make trouble or leave. This made Zhang Lianfa very helpless, and he really knew what to do for a while.
Seeing the bald Chinese man, Zhang Lianfa raised his eyebrows.
That time it was in Chinese, and Zhang Lianfa understood it clearly.
That set of clothes must have appeared in a previous life, and it really wasn't quite performance art, but to the bald man, it seemed to fit the status of an ascetic monk.
But yes!
