Chapter 7 Action
Three military trucks roared out of the gate of the central patrol house and then went their separate 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 way to use these big oil-hungry guys.
These military trucks were obviously drawn from the "Truck Squad" of the "Armored Convoy" under the Political Department.
Cheng Qianfan started to get a little nervous.
Lao Liao's sudden exposure and sacrifice caused him to lose his contact.
Now the patrol room suddenly launched such a "big war" action the next day, Cheng Qianfan didn't know if the two things were somehow related.
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Cheng Qianfan felt his heartbeat speeding up and his palms sweating due to nervousness. He took a deep breath and told himself to calm down.
Who is the man in the photo and the target of this operation?
Are you your own comrade?
Most likely yes, he thought to himself.
What Cheng Qianfan wants now is to save his comrades from the **** capture of the enemy as much as possible without exposing himself.
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 a wind outlet, and the wind and dust blew up. Cheng Qianfan closed his eyes subconsciously. He seemed to see the man in the photo being arrested, interrogated, and even lying in a pool of blood.
Cheng Qianfan grabbed the car railing with both hands so hard. He really didn’t want to see Lao Liao’s tragedy happen in front of him again.
Lao Liao's last smile appeared in his mind, and this smile made Cheng Qianfan's heart hurt even more.
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The truck was driving fast, and pedestrians on the street looked at the murderous police officers, inevitably pointing and showing panic and suspicion.
In the whole of Greater Shanghai, the concession is a rare area with relatively good security. If the chaotic situation in the concession worsens, everyone's life will be even more difficult.
Cheng Qianfan took out a pack of three turrets and spread 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 etiquette.
Most of the cigarettes in the pockets ended up in everyone’s mouths.
When the salary is paid, everyone will occasionally be invited to have a toothpaste.
They are all on patrol, and they are involved in many different religions and five factions, and they all have different ways of making money.
No one is short of these two dollars, what they want is this attitude.
Xiao Cheng knows how to be a good person.
Of course, there is another important reason that must be mentioned:
This Xiao Cheng is not without his feet in the patrol room.
Having a background in footwear and being a good person, who wouldn’t like it?
Cheng Qianfan chatted with everyone without leaving a trace. He wanted to test to see if any of his colleagues knew the identity and action plan of the target of this operation.
Everyone was equally surprised and curious about this action.
The large-scale manhunt jointly carried out by the national government and various leasing authorities at the end of last year can be said to have achieved "brilliant results". A large number of active Red Party figures were "arrested", especially the Jiangsu Provincial Committee of the Red Party and the Shanghai Special Branch were uncovered. This has caused the Red Party Central Committee and Contact with local Red Party organizations in Shanghai was completely interrupted.
The French Concession authorities, especially the Political Office, were very satisfied with this. They believed that due to the severe crackdowns by the Kuomintang and the joint pursuit of the concession patrols, the Red Party's organizations in Shanghai had almost disappeared, or the remaining three or two kittens had also been eliminated. Forced into hibernation.
The patrol room has not been involved in arresting red party members for some time since then.
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Some people speculated that this man was an important figure in the Red Party.
"Use your brain, okay?" Someone disagreed, "I think this little red guy is the son of a big boss in the Red Party. Ouch, that's amazing. Yes, he could be the son of a big boss."
This statement has been relatively recognized by most people, including Cheng Qianfan. At least it is much more reliable than guessing that "the young man is an important figure in the Red Party."
“Xiao Cheng is a man who knows things.” Datou Lu laughed proudly.
Cheng Qianfan chuckled and was about to speak when he made a sharp turn at an intersection. The driver did not brake, and the car suddenly swayed. He Guan Se was pretending to be cool and did not grab the armrest. If Cheng Qianfan hadn't grabbed him, this kid would have broken his head.
“Nemo Rubi, hurry up and reincarnate.” He Guan angrily slapped the iron sheet on the roof of the car and yelled.
“You idiot, shut up!” Jin Kemu’s roar came from the cab.
Everyone was holding back, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh. Some people were so stifled that they farted. Fortunately, the smell in the convertible car dissipated quickly.
The driver was Inspector Jin Kemu, He Guan’s uncle...
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Cheng Qianfan was also holding back his laughter, but he felt quite regretful in his heart. He could not find out any valuable information from everyone's mouths. Everyone was as ignorant about this operation as he was, at least in appearance.
At the same time, he secretly remembered the sharp turn just now in his mind.
Liu Bo was a long-time smoker. He would finish a cigarette after two puffs, so Cheng Qianfan 'forced' the remaining half pack of cigarettes to him.
"Be careful when you are about to act." Liu Bo said, this man is a good person, he often receives filial piety from Cheng Qianfan, and he also takes good care of him.
"There are photos and addresses. I have never moved so easily before. It's okay." Cheng Qianfan said nonchalantly.
"Nonggangte." Liu Bo lowered his voice and gestured with a pistol, "Be careful, don't be stupid."
Shooting is not allowed here, but there is no guarantee that the other party may have a gun. This operation may seem easy, but in fact it is more dangerous than before.
“I understand.” Cheng Qianfan nodded gratefully.
“Old Liu, you are preventing Xiao Cheng from doing meritorious service.” A patrol officer said angrily.
"What kind of merit are you doing? Be careful not to lose your life to enjoy it." Liu Bo glared and cursed, "Old Mo, if you want to do meritorious service, you can do it first."
“Ala is kind-hearted, don’t you think so, Xiao Cheng.” Lao Mo said with a smile.
“Brother Mo also means well, I know that.” Cheng Qianfan’s face remained unchanged and he said with a smile.
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He understands these colleagues.
Others are not as kind as Liu Bo, and would especially tell this young man to pay attention to safety.
However, I will not harm him intentionally.
This Lao Mo is the most useless person. He used to smoke his cigarettes and be his host. Later, after the relationship deteriorated due to some trivial matters, this guy was even more indifferent.
This was intentional to provoke Cheng Qianfan, hoping that he would be the first to rush forward and block the bullet.
He Guan chuckled and winked at Cheng Qianfan, meaning he wanted to find an opportunity to mess with Lao Mo.
Cheng Qianfan glanced at this guy angrily, which meant that he wasn't being implicated by you.
Cheng Qianfan and Lao Mo originally had no quarrel, but He Guan and Lao Mo had a conflict over some **** things.
Cheng Qianfan has been trying to get closer to Jin Kemu by making good friends with He Guan, so naturally he wants to stand on He Guan's side to help.
This Lao Mo probably felt that Cheng Qianfan's heels were of no importance and he had to pick up the weak ones, so he and Cheng Qianfan shouldered them instead.
Cheng Qianfan’s heart suddenly moved.
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.
Several police officers changed to a more popular topic and talked about how beautiful a new dancer named Peach was in the big world, her eyebrows, breasts, and butt, tsk tsk.
This topic is Lao Mo's favorite, and he no longer stares at Cheng Qianfan and secretly stirs things up.
Cheng Qianfan looked at the situation outside the car, thoughtfully.
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At the same time, in a Shikumen house on Father Jin Road.
“Team leader, I lost him, please punish me.”
Song Fuguo didn't say anything. He stared at the map for a long time and asked coldly, "Where was it lost? Tell me carefully."
"The other party came out of the back door of the Japanese Consulate in Shanghai, and we followed them all the way to the French Concession..." The team member quickly cheered up and recalled carefully.
“The route is circled.” Song Fuguo pointed at the map.
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