Chapter 1005 Shaobing (please vote for me)
"The Ottoman Empire captured Constantinople, the capital of the Eastern Roman Empire. Constantine XI, the last emperor of the Eastern Roman Empire, died in battle. The Eastern Roman Empire fell after a thousand years of history. This year is also considered the end of the European Middle Ages."
“In October, the British army in Bordeaux surrendered to the French army, and France recovered all its territory except Calais. The Hundred Years War ended between England and France.”
Zhou Ru’s eyes first stayed on Constantine XI.
Zhou Ru was most concerned about the names that appeared on this page. When she saw Constantine XI, her eyes narrowed.
Then I saw Constantine XI’s name circled, and there were reading notes behind it that read:
Poor man, it was not his fault, he had done enough, and no one else could have saved Rome.
'no'.
Zhou Ru understands.
Her eyes stayed on the following text.
Bordeaux, Bordeaux red wine.
Hundred Years' War, Thyme.
The most important thing is that the word "British Army" was circled by the team leader with a pen, followed by a sentence -
The British lost the continent and exposed their weakness.
British!
Exposed!
The word "British" was once again circled by Cheng Qianfan.
found it.
That’s it – ‘British’!
In this case, the sentence in the intelligence should be:
The British are exposed!
Zhou Ru frowned. She didn't understand what the phrase "British exposed" meant by the coded message passed by the team leader. In fact, it was a somewhat strange phrase.
However, Zhou Ru was convinced that the answer she was looking for was the ‘British’.
The team leader first emphasized that he was not Constantine XI, and then hinted at the Hundred Years War. He first circled the word "British Army", and then circled the word "British Army" in his reading notes, and There is also the word 'exposed' in the reading notes. If Zhou Ru still can't find the answer, she should just find a piece of tofu and kill her.
She even wondered if she was that stupid in the leader's mind. The leader actually left so many clues, which could be said to be heartbreaking for her. (PS2)
Putting the book away, Zhou Ru walked quietly to the door and listened "sneakily" to the movement outside the door to make sure there was nothing unusual.
She returned to the bedroom and bolted the door.
Taking out the radio from the secret compartment, Zhou Ru started to send the message.
Didi, drip, drip.
The radio waves spanned thousands of mountains and rivers, flying from the Huangpu River to the Jialing River.
…
Zhu Xiaotie was sitting in a rickshaw. His cover identity was that of the shopkeeper of Fengji Silk and Satin Factory in the Public Settlement. At the wine table, he met Shao Mingkui, the inspector general of the Laozha Prison of the Public Settlement Police Department. Later, under Zhu Xiaotie's deliberate friendship, Next, the two had a similar affinity and became good friends.
This also provides a legitimate reason for Zhu Xiaotie to visit Shao Mingkui at the general capture house in the public settlement.
At this moment, Zhu Xiaotie saw a driver pulling a rickshaw running across the street, and the passengers were waving to him.
is Shao Mingbo.
Zhu Xiaotie saw clearly that the person waving was Shao Mingbo, and was shocked. His intuition told him that something had happened.
Soon, they both got off the rickshaw and met in an alley on the side of the road.
"Something happened. The Japanese and No. 76 found the patrol house and are now taking people into the French Concession to apply for a large-scale arrest." Shao Mingbo wiped the sweat from his forehead and gasped.
Speaking, he handed Zhu Xiaotie the list of arrest addresses handwritten by Shao Mingkui.
Zhu Xiaotie was horrified when he saw it. There were sixteen addresses on the list. Although the house numbers were not written on the list, Zhu Xiaotie, as the leader of the Shanghai District Intelligence Team, had already recognized that five of the addresses were the ones he knew. The office premises of a back-office unit.
These five addresses are so accurate, it is conceivable that the remaining eleven addresses must also be the offices of other units in Shanghai.
This is what makes Zhu Xiaotie so frightened.
Such a detailed and accurate list of addresses was obviously not obtained by the Japanese invaders through investigation. It must be the collaboration of important cadres within the Shanghai District.
"How could it come to such a sudden situation!" Zhu Xiaotie said in shock. He folded the address list and put it in his pocket. "I will report to the top immediately. You should also be more careful."
Zhu Xiaotie's original intention was to ask a rickshaw to take him to No. 71 Maiyang Road to report to Cheng Xuyuan. However, after he thought about it for a moment, he realized that the matter was extremely urgent. If he warned a minute earlier, he would have more chances.
So, Zhu Xiaotie ran to the far corner of the street. He remembered that there was a telegraph hall there.
…
On the other side, Shao Mingbo and Zhu Xiaotie parted ways and completed the urgent task assigned by Shao Mingkui. He breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was feeling hungry and thirsty, he strolled to the roadside and planned to buy two sesame cakes to satisfy his hunger.
The fragrant sesame cakes were extremely tempting. Shao Mingbo devoured the sesame cakes and walked into an alley unknowingly. By the time he noticed that he was surrounded by people, it was already too late.
“Guys, Shao is the person in charge of the public arrest room. There could be some misunderstanding.” Shao Mingbo frowned and said.
“Shao Mingbo, if you tell me who you are in Shanghai, I will spare your life.” Dong Zhengguo stepped out from behind several of his men and said.
Shao Mingbo's expression changed drastically, "Friend, you can eat randomly, but you can't talk randomly."
"Shao Mingbo, since we have blocked you, we naturally found you." Dong Zhengguo said coldly, "I am No. 76 Dong Zhengguo."
“Dong Zhengguo of Zhongtong.” Shao Mingbo gave Dong Zhengguo a deep look.
"Exactly." Dong Zhengguo nodded, "Brother Shao, I advise you to cooperate and avoid physical pain."
Shao Mingbo fell silent.
He said nothing and ate the sesame cakes in silence.
“Brother Shao, my patience is limited.” Dong Zhengguo said with a sullen face.
“I’m so hungry.” Shao Mingbo grinned at Dong Zhengguo, “Let me finish the sesame seeds.”
As he spoke, he took big bites of sesame seed cakes.
Dong Zhengguo frowned. He saw Shao Mingbo wolfing down the food, as if he had eaten the meal without finishing.
Have you eaten this meal without finishing it?
Dong Zhengguo felt something in his heart and immediately shouted sharply, "Take his sesame cakes."
Several agents woke up suddenly and rushed to **** Shao Mingbo's sesame cakes like crazy.
Shao Mingbo struggled hard and stuffed the sesame biscuits into his mouth.
However, the sesame cakes were still snatched away and thrown to the ground.
He looked at the half-drawn sesame seeds on the ground with regretful eyes, and then laughed.
Dong Zhengguo was shocked. He stepped forward and struck Shao Mingbo, who was being held down by his men, in the abdomen with a series of blows.
Wow.
Shao Mingbo was beaten until he vomited out the sesame biscuits he swallowed.
However, it seems to be a little late.
Shao Mingbo’s face turned gray, the color of his eyes was wrong, and brown blood began to appear at the corners of his mouth.
“Quickly, who is the person who met you just now? Shao Mingkui’s identity in Shanghai!” Dong Zhengguo roared.
Shao Mingbo just grinned, and more blood began to pour out of the corners of his mouth.
“Han, traitor.” Shao Mingbo looked at Dong Zhengguo.
This man looked like he was about to die, but his gaze frightened Dong Zhengguo. This gaze was like a dagger, making Dong Zhengguo both angry and frightened.
"You don't have to die." Dong Zhengguo grabbed Shao Mingbo's collar and shouted, "Why? You don't have to die. As long as you speak, I will protect you from death!"
"Nan..." Shao Mingbo gritted his teeth, his face twisted in pain, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
“What’s the south?” Dong Zhengguo looked delighted and asked sharply.
“Nan, Nanjing…” Shao Mingbo’s voice became lower and lower, “…home, home.”
Finally, more severe pain hit, Shao Mingbo screamed, and blood gushed out from his mouth.
The poison was not in the sesame cake. After he was called by his name and pointed out his identity in Shanghai, he quietly put the poison hidden in his pocket into his mouth. The reason why he gnawed the sesame cake was very simple -
He is hungry.
I heard from the old man that it would be very miserable to be a starving ghost.
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