Cicada Moving

Chapter 486 The glutinous rice **** are here

 The time goes back half an hour.

In a private house on the north side of Zhongshan North Road, Meng Ting walked into the main room with a large basin of glutinous rice **** and shouted: "Here come, the glutinous rice **** are here. Everyone, take bowls and chopsticks to serve them yourself. They won't taste good when they are cold." ”

The agents, who were shivering from the winter rain, brightened up when they heard this. They quickly gathered around and hurriedly scooped up the glutinous rice **** with various tools, not forgetting to praise them.

 “Oh, it’s good to eat glutinous rice **** during the Winter Solstice.”

 “Yes, that’s a good sign.”

 “Thank you, Chief Meng.”

Originally sent to the outskirts of the execution ground, these people were a little unhappy, but now that they think about it, here they are protected from the wind and rain, and they have hot glutinous rice **** to eat, which is better than freezing in the wilderness.

Meng Ting watched them wolfing down the food, with a strange smile on his face: "It's okay, they are all brothers. You eat slowly, there is not enough left in the pot, there is enough for everyone."

The agents giggled and nodded. Chief Meng was, among other things, a very good man. The two chiefs in the past only knew **** people and set fires, so how could they know the warmth of people's hearts?

As for whether this is a violation of discipline, it's a joke. Since when did the secret service headquarters have discipline? The people above can live and drink, and they secretly eat something to warm themselves up.

Everyone ate happily, and Meng Ting was like a kind old mother. She watched the secret agents sweep away the glutinous rice **** without even a mouthful of soup left. She finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised his hand and glanced at his watch, estimated the time it would take for the sleeping pills to take effect, and walked out of the main room to find a place to hide. Sleeping pills are not poison, and it takes time to completely lose consciousness.

In case someone finds something wrong, it is too dangerous to stay in the room, or it is more secure to leave temporarily. There is no need to follow these dead ghosts, but they have to go to Hong Kong City to enjoy life.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, listening to the sound of breaking porcelain bowls coming from the main room, Meng Ting secretly said it was done. He gently walked to the window and took a look, only to see people who had fainted all over the floor. spy.

 “Haha, a bunch of idiots.”

He smiled contemptuously, turned around and walked outside the courtyard, waving his handkerchief in a certain direction. This was a signal to the British. According to the plan agreed upon by both parties, the other party should already be in place.

Sure enough, not long after, a man stood up behind the **** in the distance. He was a member of the Chinese contingent. The man slowly approached with a Thompson in his hand, his finger always on the trigger.

When he arrived, the man tilted his head and glanced at the courtyard, and said in a low voice: "I need to go in to check. There are many people targeting you now. It's best if you stand here and don't move. Do you understand?"

"No problem." Meng Ting nodded slowly with his whole body tensed. He knew very well that the British had never believed in him. Perhaps these people would only let down their vigilance when they arrived safely in the port city.

The other party stared into his eyes and saw that he did not avoid his gaze at all. Then he raised his gun and entered the small courtyard in a fighting posture. A few minutes later, the man walked out of the courtyard covered in blood and made a gesture.

 Seeing the signal sent by their own people, the Chinese detachment rushed out of various bunkers and quickly approached the courtyard. They automatically occupied key positions such as corners and started to be on guard. They were indeed an elite division.

Qin Danny put the Thompson submachine gun on his shoulder, looked at his men who were entering the hospital for inspection, and asked: "Zhang, have you solved everything? Are the number of people consistent? There can be no problems behind us."

With Zhang in his mouth, he put a **** dagger on his pants, wiped it back and forth, then put it back into the sheath, and replied with a grin: "We've solved it all. The number of people is the same as the information provided by Mr. Meng."

 “Mr. Meng, thank you for your cooperation.”

Hearing his subordinate’s answer, Danny Qin looked at Meng Ting with satisfaction: “After the mission is completed, you will leave the country with us. I think you will like Hong Kong City very much, Mr. future police inspector.

We are all Chinese. We must learn to cooperate and unite under the British, otherwise we will be eaten to pieces by the ghosts. If I have the opportunity, I will introduce you to some powerful friends. "

To be honest, he was a little jealous of this lucky guy. The inspector held real power. As a fellow member of the same race, he must be very popular with Chinese gang members and big businessmen to hold this position.

This means a lot of wealth. As a small sergeant, I can't compare with others. It's better to build a good relationship now. With such a good relationship, I might be able to use it in the future.

Meng Ting was flattered after hearing this and said: "Thank you very much, Mr. Sergeant. Meng understands what you said. As long as the Chinese people think in the same direction and work hard in the same direction, the British will face our existence."

Qin Danny laughed. It would be great if the other party could understand. What everyone is working for the British is for glory and wealth. But where there are people, there will be fights, so naturally they have to join forces to keep warm.

He looked at the time and issued an order in a deep voice: "Everyone will be organized into groups and headed to the execution ground. This time, no one will be left alive, and we will complete the retreat as quickly as possible. Mr. Meng will follow my group."

 “Yes, sergeant.”

 “Okay, Mr. Qin.”

Following Qin Danny's order, the 14 Chinese detachments were divided into three groups and advanced in three directions. Meng Ting followed Qin Danny, and the four of them quietly walked towards Zhongshan North Road. When the British began to take action, Xu Enzeng also led people to Jiujiawei. The word "wei" in Chinese means a water-proof embankment that protects fields. A convoy stopped on the inside of the embankment.

“Hurry up and get those underground gangs out of the car and ask them to stand in front of the dam. When the time is up, the execution will be carried out immediately. Who is that, who is the person in charge of the prison, come here quickly, I have something to ask you.”

Xu Enzeng got out of the car and immediately shouted, commanding his agents, and then looked at the Laohuqiao prison staff: "How many people are coming to Laohuqiao this time? How many people can be shot at one time."

“Report, a total of 10 executioners have arrived.” Bai Wentian, acting section chief of the Laohuqiao Prison Affairs Section, replied respectfully, and then he saw a dissatisfied expression on Xu Enzeng’s big face.

He quickly explained in his heart: "Director Xu, please forgive me, our execution team only has 10 people. In order to assist your department in today's task, the warden has postponed all other executions."

Xu Enzeng’s mouth moved, but he couldn’t curse. He could only snort: “How long will it take to kill ten at a time? Then hurry up and try to finish it within two hours.”

 “Okay, okay.”

Bai Wentian nodded and walked backwards, walked up to the firing squad and waved his hand with dignity, indicating that they should go over and prepare immediately. The more than 400 prisoners would indeed have to be shot for a long time.

　　After receiving the order, the firing squad lined up with rifles in hand and ran to the predetermined position. They lowered their heads and loaded bullets. They did not care at all about the underground party members who were driven out of the car. That was the job of the secret service headquarters.

Bai Wentian looked at the groups of underground party prisoners and took a deep breath. He had seen executions before, but had never experienced a mass shooting, so his legs felt a little weak.

 “What, are you scared?”

Suddenly, Lao Liu, who was responsible for guarding the prisoners, handed over a cigarette and said leisurely: "You'd better get used to it as soon as possible. In our line of work, it's inevitable to encounter this kind of thing. Besides, today is just a small scene."

Bai Wentian glanced at the other person. He didn't know why this guy was so kind today, but he hesitated and took the cigarette. As the saying goes, if you don't hit the smiling person, you have to take the cigarette.

He turned his back, lit the cigarette and held it in his mouth, and said tremblingly: "It's a small scene, there are hundreds of people here, what grudges are you talking about, why don't we all live a good life together?"

 “Have a good life?”

 Lao Liu sneered and turned his face, and said with some surprise: "When it comes to doctrine and belief, it must be a life-and-death struggle. Either the fruitful party will die or the underground party will die. How to live a good life.

Don't let those spies hear what you say, otherwise Chief Bai, you will soon be taken to the execution ground and shot like these prisoners, and even your department chief and clan brother will not be able to save you. "

Having said this, he looked up at the dark clouds in the distance, his eyes filled with memories: “In the 16th year of the Republic of China, the streets and alleys were full of gunshots, and underground party members were all beaten to death on the roadside.

At that time, I had just entered Laohuqiao from the army and was ordered to lead a team to an underground party stronghold. When I arrived, I saw agents from the Party Affairs Investigation Section setting up machine guns at the door and killing everyone inside.

There is no trial or interrogation. Soldiers, police, and spies have the right to kill any suspicious person. The water in the Yangtze River is red and the sky has turned gray. Do you know why? "

Hearing such a cruel description, Bai Wentian swallowed hard. He didn't expect that Old Liu still had such a past. People really should not be judged by their appearance, so he coughed lightly and said.

 “I don’t know, what’s going on.”

"Because there were too many corpses and there was no time to bury them, they could only be piled on the riverside, doused with gasoline and burned. You can smell the smell in Xuanwu Lake, and what fell from the sky was not rain, but ashes."

Old Liu took a puff of cigarette, slowly blew away the smoke, and said coldly: "Don't think you have a backing, if someone really wants your life, they only need to say that you are suspected of being an underground party.

 Okay, now it’s a taboo. Chief Bai, please be careful. Things are not quite right today. Look at the people at the secret service headquarters. They all have their guns out. I think something is going to happen. "

These words startled Bai Wentian, who was almost nauseous. He quickly realized that there was no danger in this being an execution ground. The only way to do this was if someone came to rob the prisoner. Oops, he really couldn't take advantage of this kind of credit.

Thinking of the meaningful look in his brother's eyes, he felt regretful. If he had known better, he would not have joined in the fun. They were underground gangs. If they encountered gangster policemen like them, they would kill them quickly.

Bai Wentian looked at Old Liu pitifully: "Brother Liu, no, Brother Liu, I used to be brothers who were ignorant. If I encounter danger, you must save me. Bai will be rewarded generously when he goes back."

Old Liu had no time to pay attention to him. He glanced at the prison guards who came with him to alert everyone. He walked to the back of the car, put his hand on the handle and prepared to open the trunk.

 “Boom~”

Explosion?

 The expressions of the people present suddenly changed.

 (End of this chapter)