My Spy Years

  Chapter 7 Actions

  Three military trucks roared out from the gate of the central patrol house and then parted ways.

  Cheng Qianfan stood in the carriage, the cold spring wind blowing on his face.

  He pretended to glance casually at his colleagues around him, and yawned, but his heart sank.

   There are no military trucks in the patrol room, and there is no sign to use these big guys who eat oil.

   These military cards were obviously drawn from the "truck squad" of the "armored convoy" under the Political Department.

  Cheng Qianfan began to get a little nervous.

  Old Liao's sudden exposure and sacrifice caused him to lose his connector.

   Now that the patrol room suddenly launched such a 'big fight' action the next day, Cheng Qianfan didn't know if the two incidents were related in some way.

  …

  Cheng Qianfan felt his heart beating faster, and his palms were sweating because of tension. He took a deep breath and told himself to calm down.

  The man in the photo, who is the target of this operation?

   Are you your comrade?

   Most likely yes, he told himself.

  What Cheng Qianfan thinks now is to save his comrades from the **** capture of the enemy as much as possible while keeping himself from being exposed.

   Lao Liao's blood, the scene of Lao Liao's tragic sacrifice yesterday, was like a needle pricking his heart.

  The truck passed an intersection, which was an air outlet, and the wind and dust blew up, Cheng Qianfan subconsciously closed his eyes, as if he saw the scene of the man in the photo just now being arrested, interrogated, and even lying in a pool of blood.

  Cheng Qianfan grasped the railing of the car so hard with both hands, he really didn't want to see Lao Liao's tragedy happen to him again.

   Lao Liao's last smile appeared in his mind, and this smile made Cheng Qianfan's heart hurt even more.

  …

  The truck was driving fast, and the passers-by on the street looked at the murderous patrolmen, inevitably pointing, showing panic and suspicion.

  In the whole of Shanghai, the concession is a rare area with relatively good law and order. If the chaos in the concession worsens, everyone's life will be even more difficult.

  Cheng Qianfan took out a pack of three forts and scattered them around.

  Everyone took it with a smile.

  In Xunli, it cannot be said that everyone likes Cheng Qianfan, at least everyone has a good impression of this young man.

  Young man knows the etiquette.

  Most of the cigarettes in the pockets went into everyone's mouths.

  When the salary is paid, occasionally everyone will be invited to have a tooth-beating ceremony.

   They are all police arrests. Three religions and five streams are often involved, and the means of making money have their own merits.

  No one is short of the two money, what is needed is this attitude.

  Xiao Cheng knows how to behave.

   Of course, there is another important reason that I have to mention:

   This Xiaocheng is not without a foothold in the patrol room.

  Have a heel background and know how to behave, who doesn’t like it?

  Cheng Qianfan chatted with everyone without a trace, he wanted to test to see if any of his colleagues had a better understanding of the identity and action plan of the target of this operation.

  Everyone was equally surprised and curious about this action.

At the end of last year, the national government and various leasing authorities jointly conducted a large-scale search and arrest, which can be described as "brilliant results." Contacts with the local Red Party organizations in Shanghai were completely cut off.

The authorities of the French Concession, especially the Political Department, were very satisfied with this. They believed that under the joint efforts of the National Party’s crackdown and the patrolling of the concession, the Red Party’s organization in Shanghai had almost disappeared or the remaining kittens were also arrested. forced into hibernation.

  The patrol room has not been involved in arresting the Red Party for some time since then.

  …

  Some guessed that this man was an important figure in the Red Party.

   "Use your brain, okay?" Some people disagreed, "I think this little red guy is the younger generation of a big boss of the Red Party. Oh, it's amazing, yes, maybe he is the son of a big boss."

   This statement has been relatively recognized by most people, including Cheng Qianfan. At least it is more reliable than guessing that 'the young man is an important figure in the Red Party'.

  Cheng Qianfan jokingly said that the big head Lu could be the inspector.

   "Xiao Cheng is very sensible." The big head Lu proudly laughed.

  Cheng Qianfan smiled and was about to speak when he made a sharp turn at an intersection, the driver didn't brake, and the carriage suddenly lurched, He Guan pretended to be cool and didn't grab the handrail.

   "Nemo rubbi, rush to reincarnate." He Guan slapped the iron roof of the car angrily and cursed.

   "You idiot, shut up for me!" Jin Kemu roared from the cab.

  Everyone held back, wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and some people were holding their breaths. Fortunately, the smell in the convertible car dissipated quickly.

  The driver is Inspector Jin Kemu, He Guan's uncle...

  …

  Cheng Qianfan was also suppressing a smile, but he was quite regretful in his heart. From the mouths of everyone, he did not find out any valuable information. Everyone was as ignorant of this operation as he was, at least on the surface.

  At the same time, he secretly remembered the sharp turn just now in his mind.

  Liu Bo is an old smoker, he will be gone after two puffs of a cigarette, Cheng Qianfan directly 'forced' the remaining half pack of cigarettes to him.

   "Be careful when you act later." Liu Bo said, this person is a good person, he is often respected by Cheng Qianfan, and he takes good care of him.

   "There are photos and addresses. It's never been so easy. It's okay." Cheng Qianfan said indifferently.

   "Nonggang Te." Liu Bo lowered his voice and gestured with a pistol, "Be careful, don't be silly."

  Shooting is not allowed here, but the other party may have a gun if you can't keep it. This operation seems easy, but in fact it is more dangerous than before.

   "Understood." Cheng Qianfan nodded gratefully.

   "Old Liu, you are stopping Xiao Cheng from doing meritorious service." A patrolling yin and yang said strangely.

   "Make meritorious service, what kind of meritorious service do you make? Be careful and enjoy it." Liu Bo glared and cursed, "Old Mo, if you want to make meritorious service for a while, you should do it first."

   "Ala is kind, don't you think so, Xiao Cheng." Lao Mo said with a smile.

   "Brother Mo is also kind, I know it." Cheng Qianfan said with a smile, his expression unchanged.

  …

  He understands these colleagues in his heart.

  Others are not as kind as Liu Bo, and they will especially tell this young man to pay attention to safety.

  However, he will not intentionally harm him.

  This old Mo is the worst thing. Before, he smoked his cigarettes and ate his boss. Later, after the relationship deteriorated due to some small things, this guy ate and wiped out, let alone doing anything.

   This was intentional to provoke Cheng Qianfan, wishing that he would be the first to rush up to block the bullet hole like a green head.

  He Guan chuckled and winked at Cheng Qianfan, which meant that he wanted to find a chance to mess with Lao Mo.

  Cheng Qianfan glanced at this guy angrily, which meant that he was still troubled by you.

  Cheng Qianfan and Lao Mo had no entanglement at first, but He Guan and Lao Mo had a conflict because of some bullshit.

  Cheng Qianfan has been trying to get closer to Jin Kemu by making friends with He Guan, so he naturally wants to help He Guan.

  This old Mo probably felt that Cheng Qianfan's heel was not as good as he wanted to pick the soft persimmon, so he and Cheng Qianfan carried it instead.

  Cheng Qianfan's heart skipped a beat at this moment.

  He looked up at the sky and complained, "It's going to rain."

  He Guan received the message: It depends on the situation, it can be done.

   A few police officers changed to a more popular topic, talking about how beautiful a new dancer named Mi Tao is in the big world, with those eyebrows, breasts, butt, tsk tsk.

  This topic is Lao Mo's favorite, and he no longer stares at Cheng Qianfan to make trouble secretly.

  Cheng Qianfan looked at the situation outside the car, thoughtful.

  …

   At the same time, in a Shikumen house on Father Jin Road.

   "Leader, I lost the person, please punish me."

  Song Fuguo didn't say anything, he stared at the map for a while, and asked coldly, "Where did you lose it? Tell me carefully."

   "The other party came out from the back door of the Japanese Consulate in Shanghai, and we followed up, all the way to the French Concession..." the team members quickly cheered up and recalled carefully.

   "Circle the route." Song Fuguo pointed to the map.

   Please collect, ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a reward, thank you, the new book is just released, and I need your care and support even more, thank you very much.

  (end of this chapter)