“Senior brother.”
"When did you come back?" Qingji heard the voice of his junior brother and asked very happily.
“Those who came back last night spent the whole night in the back hall.” As Zhuo Yun spoke, he respectfully burned three sticks of incense.
This is the tablet of Master Cangyun.
During the 128th Anti-Japanese War, Master took his brothers and followed the 19th Route Army to the battlefield. In the end, no body was left, and only Master’s spiritual tablet and tomb were left in the temple.
Looking at the lingering green smoke, Zhuo Yun could vaguely see the master's voice and smile, and couldn't help but feel a sore nose.
Qingji knew that his junior brother missed his master again, so he sighed and patted Zhuo Yun on the shoulder, "How many days will you stay here this time?"
“I’ll leave in the afternoon.” Zhuo Yun said.
The two senior fellow apprentices were walking and chatting.
“Senior brother, I may not be able to return to the Taoist temple for a while when I go out this time,” Zhuo Yun said.
Qingji did not speak immediately. He held Fuchen in his hand, thoughtfully. After a while, he sighed and asked, "Is there any danger?"
What the junior brother was doing, although he never told him, he could vaguely guess it.
“Senior brother, don’t worry.” Zhuo Yun said with a smile, “It’s just an ordinary matter. Junior brother always abides by the rules and laws and never has any disputes with others.”
Qingji glanced at Zhuo Yun and smiled, "As long as you know what's going on."
The two talked for a while, then Qingji told his junior brother to take care of himself, and then went about their business.
The little Taoist priest looked at the back of his senior brother as he left. When the figure disappeared, he returned to the hall, sat cross-legged and meditated, said a few words to the master's tablet, and then returned to the back hall.
"Team leader." A man with a sallow face was lying on the bed. When he saw the team leader coming in, he struggled to get up.
"Don't move." The little Taoist waved his hand to stop him. He went to the inner kitchen and poured the freshly brewed soup into a bowl. "This medicine needs to be cooled down first. It is best to drink it when it is sixty minutes warm."
There was a sudden heavy rain a few days ago. This subordinate had an old injury that had not healed, and he was caught in the rain and cold, and he fell ill all of a sudden.
After careful consideration, the young Taoist decided to take his men to the Taoist temple to recuperate.
He already knows some medical skills, and there is no shortage of herbal medicine in the Taoist temple. Moreover, no one cares about the back hall courtyard, so it is a good place to recuperate.
As for the fact that he told his senior brother that he wanted to leave the Taoist temple for a while, it was naturally a lie. This was not in the Taoist temple, and the back hall was rarely visited by people, so it was safer this way.
Seeing his men eating the hot soup and soon falling asleep, the little Taoist priest touched his forehead and couldn't help but frown.
This is getting hot.
This is still the sequelae of the last operation to rescue Sheng Shuyu. The second group of the little Taoist operation suffered heavy casualties. Not to mention the brothers who died for the country, even the injured brothers, many are still recovering from their injuries. Among them, the injuries of this brother are as long-lasting as this one. of.
This is still under the condition that the special situation team has sufficient medicines. If there was a shortage of medicines, many injured brothers might not be able to survive today.
The most important reason is that although there are some medicines, because the gunshot wounds are so piercing, they dare not go to big hospitals and can only be treated in secret clinics, which delays recovery.
…
“Director, my subordinates have inquired, and this backyard is where Taoist Yunkong lives in Cangyun Temple.” Rong Yun pointed to the courtyard not far away and said.
Su Chende looked at the courtyard and felt something in his heart.
“This place is far away from the front hall, and it seems to be an inaccessible place.” Su Chende said, “Looking at it this way, it seems that this place is a good place to hide dirt and evil.”
"What the director means is that just because this place is relatively remote, it is suitable for Na Yun Kong to do such shady things?" Rong Yun said thoughtfully.
"Arrange people to keep an eye on this courtyard secretly." Su Chende said, "As soon as Yunkong returns to Cangyun Temple, he will be arrested and interrogated secretly."
"Yes." Rong Yun nodded, "My subordinates have already ordered us to go down. As long as Yun Kong returns to Cangyun Temple, the familiar pilgrim will come and report."
“Wait a minute.” Su Chende suddenly looked serious.
“Director.”
Su Chende made a gesture to Rong Yunsheng.
He sniffed his nose and said, "Rong Yun, do you smell it?"
Rong Yun also sniffed his nose, "This is..."
He thought and said, "Director, it smells like medicine residue."
Then, he looked shocked and said, "Director, there is someone in the yard, could it be..."
"Are you sure that person said that Yun Kong didn't come back?" Su Chende asked immediately.
“That person did guarantee again and again that Yun Kong has not come back.” Rong Yun said quickly, “Subordinate…”
Su Chende waved his hand, "In this case..."
He first waved to Rong Yun to hide with him temporarily, then pointed to the courtyard and said, "This means that the people in the courtyard came back secretly, at least to avoid the eyes and ears of outsiders."
"Yunkong." Rong Yun said immediately, "It must be Yunkong. My subordinates have inquired about it. There are not many Taoist priests in Cangyun Temple. They basically live and do their homework in the front hall. No one else except Yunkong will use this courtyard. "
His expression was excited, "You are sneaky, there must be something wrong."
“Then what are you waiting for? Let’s get someone.” Su Chende said lightly.
“Director, do you want to put a long line to catch a big fish?” Rong Yun hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice.
Su Chende hesitated. He was weighing whether to arrest people now or take a long-term approach to catch big fish.
“Send a nimble brother to investigate.” Su Chende thought over and over again and said.
"yes."
…
Zhuo Yun frowned.
His original intention was that the Taoist temple would be quiet, undisturbed, and a place to recuperate, so he brought his sick brother to Cangyun Temple. Now that his subordinate suddenly had a high fever, it was a bit troublesome.
At this time.
Jingle bell.
A bell rang loudly.
The little Taoist's expression changed immediately.
He quickly opened the drawer, took out the Mauser gun, turned off the safety, and came to the door cautiously.
At the entrance of the courtyard, a thin man's face also changed.
He was ordered to come to the courtyard to investigate. He deliberately avoided the main entrance of the yard and chose to come to the corner from a remote path. However, he stepped with his right foot and touched the bell.
He hurriedly bent down and looked down, and saw a small bell tied to a black thread in the corner.
That wood bark!
Outside the courtyard, Su Chende also heard the ringing of the bell, and couldn't help cursing in his heart. At this time, he had no choice, and waved his hand, "Up!"
…
Rong Yun led all his men into the courtyard. He glanced at his men who were huddled in the corner, looking like they were still studying something, and got angry and kicked them, "What are you doing here, arresting people."
This clever subordinate stood up in a stupid manner, pulled out the short gun from his waist and rushed in with the crowd.
Su Chende saw it clearly outside the courtyard and couldn't help snorting:
This person just touched the warning mechanism, but he deliberately pretended to be researching it. In fact, he was afraid of death and did not dare to enter alone.
However, Rong Yun led people into the courtyard and saw a man in Taoist robes carrying someone on his back, rushing out of the side door of the courtyard.
“Little Taoist priest.” Rong Yun was moved in his heart and shouted.
The Taoist priest who responded to him shot back.
boom!
Rong Yun was not surprised but overjoyed, calling loudly to his men to quickly pursue and arrest him.
Snapped. The thin whip in Xiaobao's hand struck the top, and the tip of the whip struck the bluestone pavement, making a crisp sound.
Bai Ruolan held Xiaozhizhi and watched Xiaobao play, with a doting smile on her beautiful face.
"Sister-in-law, do you want..." Hao Zai glanced at the half-grown boy peeking not far away and asked.
"It's just a child, don't pay attention to it." Bai Ruolan shook her head, "Don't be scared."
"Yes." Hao Zai said, but he still made a hidden gesture to signal his men to pay attention to the half-grown boy.
“Hey, do you want to play?” Xiaobao shouted to the half-grown boy not far away.
Du Ziqiang was startled. He looked at this well-dressed and handsome girl, a little stunned, and then pointed at himself.
“That’s you.” Xiaobao said.
Du Ziqiang took two steps forward, stopped again, and shook his head repeatedly.
“Oh, come here, what are you afraid of?” Xiaobao shouted.
Bai Ruolan saw that the child was scared, so she smiled and waved.
The young man seemed to be frightened, so he turned around and ran away.
Seeing this scene, Hao Zai finally let go of his vigilance. He was just a big kid on the island who had never seen the world.
…
“Can you see clearly?” Shen Ziqi asked.
"Yeah." Du Ziqiang nodded, "A woman was holding a doll, and a little girl was playing top. She was followed by six bodyguards, and these bodyguards all had guns."
“I saw it, it was a shell gun.” He thought about it carefully and said, “The leading bodyguard was very alert and noticed me.”
“You did the right thing.” Shen Ziqi praised, “You are not greedy for merit, and you deserve praise.”
If Du Ziqiang had the audacity to go up and play with the little girl, given the other's vigilance, it might arouse greater suspicion.
“Did you hear their accent clearly?” Shen Ziqi asked.
“That’s Shanghainese.” Du Ziqiang said, “That woman’s voice is very nice.”
"Very good." Shen Ziqi nodded, "You can continue to pretend to be curious later and secretly watch what they are doing. Remember, it is a generous peek."
“Teacher, I understand, I’m just pretending to be curious.” Du Ziqiang thought for a moment and said, “Then next time that girl invites me, do I want to go there?”
"You make up your mind." Shen Ziqi thought for a while and said, "Remember, talk less and listen with your ears."
"Understood."
…
“Team leader, why didn’t you report your assassination to Chongqing?” Zhou Ru asked in confusion.
In the telegram sent to Chongqing, Cheng Qianfan did not mention that he was assassinated at the Bund Pier and that the murderer confessed after interrogation that he was an operative of the Shanghai Area Military Command.
“Think about it carefully.” Cheng Qianfan did not answer Zhou Ru’s question. He was staring at the map of Chongming Island on the table and said casually.
Zhou Ru frowned and thought.
For a moment, a look of surprise appeared in her eyes.
“Have you figured it out?” Cheng Qianfan looked up at Zhou Ru and asked.
“Well.” Zhou Ru said, “It will do more harm than good.”
Cheng Qianfan nodded with satisfaction.
It does more harm than good.
First of all, there was no inquiry about the assassination on the Bund in the previous call from the Chongqing headquarters. This shows that regardless of whether the incident was carried out by the military-controlled Shanghai District, the Shanghai District did not report to Chongqing that Xiao Cheng was assassinated in the French Concession. 'related 'news'.
Under this premise, after receiving his report, Chongqing will inquire about the matter with Shanghai District Power Generation as usual.
This in itself does more harm than good:
Shanghai District will inevitably have some doubts. Why is the bureau headquarters in Chongqing so concerned about the assassination of Cheng Qianfan?
This concern has gone beyond the normal concerns of senior officials in Chongqing regarding the patrol house in the French Concession.
Therefore, regarding this matter, Cheng Qianfan could only wait until Chongqing learned about his assassination through normal channels. In this case, subsequent investigations and inquiries would not appear abrupt.
And if Chongqing has never been informed of this matter, then it is best not to mention it here.
Sometimes, the danger is in the details.
…
“San Leng.” The little Taoist priest cried out sadly.
He carried his men on his back to break through, but unexpectedly, San Leng on his back became a living target. He was shot twice soon, and San Leng, who was already sick and comatose, left quietly.
The little Taoist put down San Leng's body. He also hid behind a low wall. He raised his hand and fired a shot, wounding one of the pursuers and temporarily frightening the pursuers.
His expression was unprecedentedly serious.
He just silently calculated that there were eleven agents rounding him up, he shot dead and injured four of them, and now there are seven more agents on the other side.
And he is now blocked by this low wall, with the mountain behind Cangyun Temple behind him, and his way is blocked on both sides. It can be said that he is surrounded.
His calf was shot just now. Because of this shot, his actions were directly affected. The little Taoist knew that even if he was extraordinary in martial arts, he would probably not be able to break through this time.
That's not even what he's worried about now. What he's thinking about now is how he was exposed?
How did the enemy come to the door?
The leading agent just called "little Taoist priest", and Zhuo Yun knew something was wrong. The other party was clearly coming for him and had a clear goal.
What does this mean? It means that he was exposed.
For him at this moment, since he has been exposed, the exposure itself is not terrible, but how it was exposed is terrible!
His identity is extremely secretive.
Even within the special situation team, only a few people including the team leader and brothers Zhong Guohao, Li Hao and Jiang Mulezi knew about his identity and that he was in Cangyun Temple.
These are all old people from the Shanghai Special Situation Group. Even Wu Shunjia and others who were later transferred to the Special Situation Group did not know his identity and where he lived.
This shows how serious it is for him to expose this matter.
…
Hum, bang, bang.
At this moment, the enemy in front of him suddenly launched a wave of offensive. The opponent fired continuously. Under the suppression of powerful firepower, the little Taoist priest could only fight back tiredly.
boom.
The little Taoist shot again.
He silently calculated in his mind that there were still two bullets in the magazine.
What he was thinking about now was whether to use one bullet to knock down another person, earn another one, and then keep the last bullet for himself, or whether to kill himself now.
He cannot be captured alive by the enemy. Zhuo Yun has a clear and firm understanding of this.
Without much hesitation, the little Taoist priest pointed the gun at his own head. What he wanted to be extremely sure of now was that killing himself was more important than anything else.
At this moment, I heard a rustling sound above my head.
The little Taoist priest's expression changed. He subconsciously looked up and saw the shadow above. He raised his gun and pulled the trigger.
A secret agent who slipped down from the mountain was shot and fell with a scream.
At the same time, another shadow slid down from the gable wall and threw the little Taoist priest to the ground. The two of them struggled together...
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