Chongqing.
Hell on earth.
An Wan looked at everything in front of her, and this word appeared in her mind.
A large bombing of the Japanese army.
An Wan and her colleagues came out of the air raid shelter and saw deaths and injuries everywhere.
An old man was sitting on the ground, his mouth squirming, and soon his head tilted, and half of the old man's body was gone.
A little girl's body hung on the telephone pole that was about to fall, without a head.
Firefighters are pumping water with manual water pumps and lifting water to put out the fire with a bucket, but unfortunately they have achieved little success.
The ambulance staff carrying stretchers were running around in a hurry, carrying away the injured, and the bodies of the victims could only be piled aside first.
"Oh God, this is a civilian area." The blonde reporter said while taking pictures.
"Mr. Kyle, the one who invaded our country and killed our people was a barbaric army of a barbaric country. They were inhumane and had no kindness." An Wan said gritting her teeth, "The lives and property of civilians are just to show off their strength in their eyes, and the objects of indiscriminate killing."
"Where will they be sent?" Kyle pointed to the injured person who was carried away by a stretcher.
"We may go to the hospital, or maybe..." An Wan's eyes were sad, "We lack medicine, surgical instruments, and doctors who can take the surgery."
"Where is the doctor?" Kyle asked.
"The doctor carried the steel gun and went to the battlefield and died on the battlefield."
Not far away, two injured men were sitting on the ground, one of whom covered the wound on his arm, but his eyes were looking here.
...
About three hours later.
Headquarters of the Central Bureau of Administration.
Xue Yingzhen took the towel handed over by his subordinates and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had just come out of the air raid shelter for a long time.
"Sir." Zhu Shanxue came in to report.
"Tell me."
"An unexpected situation occurred." Zhu Shanxue said, "Zong Qinwu is dead."
"Dead?" Xue Yingzhen raised her head and frowned and looked at Zhu Shanxue.
Zong Qinwu was the Red Party that the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China had been eyeing for a period of time. This person was a chemistry teacher at Southwest Associated University. It was preliminary to judge that Zong Qinwu's level in Chongqing Red Party was not low.
"The Japanese bombed a lot of people just now, and Zong Qinwu was also among them." Zhu Shanxue said.
Xue Yingzhen was a little surprised, and then threw the pen in his hand in annoyance, "Who did Zong Qinwu meet today?"
"I've taken it." Zhu Shanxue said immediately, "I arranged for someone to pretend to be a reporter. I secretly took the photo at that time and had already washed it out in an emergency."
Xue Yingzhen took a stack of photos and looked at it:
A man in a long gown, holding a lecture notes in his hand, stood by the roadside and talked to a person. The man was wearing glasses, a cigarette roll between his right finger, and a book in his left hand.
"Check who this person is." Xue Yingzhen said.
"No need to check, I know this person." Zhu Shanxue said, "Feng Zhiqian, a math teacher at Tongji University."
He pushed his glasses and said, "Tongji University was in a shortage of food last month. Southwest Associated University sent more than 300 kilograms of grain overnight. The teachers who went to Southwest Associated University were Zong Qinwu, and Feng Zhiqian was responsible for receiving the two of them. That's how they met."
"Is there any suspicion?" Xue Yingzhen frowned and asked.
"Ying Wu..." Zhu Shanxue said, but paused for a moment, "It seems that there is no suspicion at the moment, but I think it's safe to check it."
"Then check it out." Xue Yingzhen nodded and looked through the photos in his hand.
"What are you taking random photos?" Xue Yingzhen frowned. He threw the photos in his hand at the table, "a waste of film."
There are many photos scattered on the desktop, including the tragic scenes of people killed and injured on the streets after the Japanese bombing. This tragic scene made Xue Yingzhen frown.
"Since you are pretending to be a reporter, you will always have to film these things." Zhu Shanxue quickly explained.
"Huh?" Xue Yingzhen glanced at the photo on the desktop and picked it up to see it.
"What did sir find?" Zhu Shan learned.
Xue Yingzhen handed the photo to Zhu Shanxue.
"Oh, it's her." Zhu Shanxue said with a smile, "A group of Western journalists came, and the Central Party Department was responsible for the reception. Miss An could speak foreign languages ​​and was said to have been temporarily caught and received."
"Oh oh oh." Xue Yingzhen nodded and suddenly realized, "I remembered that this is indeed the case."
He took back the photos from Zhu Shanxue and put them on the table, but did not take them to heart anymore.
"Check Feng Zhiqian," said Xue Yingzhen, "He was the last person Zong Qinwu came into contact with. Although Zong Qinwu died unexpectedly, this kind of thing is evil, so it's absolutely right."
"I understand." Zhu Shanxue said quickly, "Mr. is very serious."
At this moment, the office door was knocked.
Zhu Shanxue walked over and opened the door.
"Secretary Zhu, Shanghai Jidian, District Mayor Xu."
"Go."
Zhu Shanxue closed the door, opened the file bag and took out the telegram. Then, his eyes were first surprised, and then a strange look.
"What did Xu Zhaolin say? Your behavior?" Xue Yingzhen looked at his secretary and asked.
"Let's watch, the bureau chief." Zhu Shanxue handed the telegram and paper to Xue Yingzhen with both hands.
Xue Yingzhen looked into her eyes, let out a light "huh" in her mouth, then tsk out, and finally sneered.
"This Xiao Mian is the trump card in Dai Chunfeng's hand, and he has made face for him in front of the chairman." Xue Yingzhen threw the telegram on the table. "It's good now, Xiao Mian's braids have been held in his hands by No. 76. Xiao Mian is not sure of it. It's ridiculous and ridiculous."
He shook his head, "The trump card in Dai Chunfeng's hand is nothing more than that."
"Court Director." Zhu Shanxue carefully observed Xue Yingzhen's expression and asked carefully, "District Mayor Xu asked what to do with this matter?"
"What to deal with?" Xue Yingzhen snorted coldly, "How could Xiao Mianna be captured by the Japanese so easily?"
He looked at Zhu Shanxue and said, "Tell Xu Zhaolin to do his own thing."
"Yes, the bureau chief." Zhu Shanxue said seriously, "I will arrange to call Xu Zhaolin back now, and do not report it unreasonably without verification."
Xue Yingzhen glanced at Zhu Shanxue deeply.
"I understand." Zhu Shanxue said with a stern heart.
Xue Yingzhen nodded and waved her hand.
Zhu Shanxue took all the photos back, put the photos of Zong Qinwu talking to Feng Zhiqian into his pocket, put the other photos into the file bag, and then put the telegram paper into the file bag.
When he returned to his office, Zhu Shan learned to ring the bell.
"Destroy." He handed the file bag to his subordinates.
"yes."
"In addition, the headquarters did not receive any telegrams just now."
"I understand, I will deal with it now." The subordinate said with a serious expression. "I checked the Telecommunications Department ten minutes later, and there was no extra telegram record."
...
Guang'an Hospital.
Second floor ward area.
Ward 203.
There was a wounded person lying on the hospital bed, with an oxygen tube inserted into his mouth and nose, and he seemed to be in a coma.
A man in a white coat and a mask hugged his hands and looked at the injured person on the hospital bed.
"Team leader, come one?" His subordinate handed a cigarette and a soup.
"If you dare to smoke, I will stuff my special code with a cigarette or not, do you believe it?" Tang Wenlao said coldly.
The mask covered most of his face, only his eyes were exposed, and he was stared at by the cold gaze, and his subordinates quickly put away the cigarette.
"Team leader, do you think Xiao Mian will really send someone to silence him?" The subordinate smirked and quickly opened up a new topic.
"I don't know." Tang Wenluo shook his head, "Let's watch the changes."
He looked at the injured person who was unconscious on the hospital bed again, and a look of ruthlessness flashed across his eyes. In this ward, the wounded person was just a trick in Chief Su's entire plan, and his real killing move was elsewhere.
...
Every time Cheng Qianfan comes to the Second High School class, he feels extremely depressed.
At this moment, Kentaro Miyazaki had a bright smile on his face. He smoked and chatted with Koike, and walked up to the second floor.
"How is Kikubujun injured?" Cheng Qianfan asked in a low voice.
"A piece of meat was bitten off from the face." Kochi said with a low laugh.
"This is really..." The gloating smile on Cheng Qianfan's face flashed, "It's so hateful."
Kochi smiled too.
There was already a big conflict between Kentaro Miyazaki and Kikube Hiroo because of the previous two things, which was popular for Koike.
"That Red Party was chopped and sent to the military dog ​​room by the Kikubujun." Xiaochi said.
Cheng Qianfan's hand was shaking, as if he was choking by the smoke, he coughed repeatedly, and said with a smile, "Yaxi, the Chinese people are only suitable for serving as food rations for imperial military dogs."
He coughed, with a curious smile on his face, "I just don't know if Kikube has finished venting, will he be relieved now?"
"I don't know." Kochi shook his head and said, Kochi looked at the time of his watch, "Let's go, let's go directly to Araki's office. I just saw him coming back from outside."
"please."
The two of them went up the second floor and happened to see someone walking towards each other.
The person who came had a gloomy face. Of course, the first thing that caught my eye was the gauze wrapped on the person's face.
"Kun Kikuma!" Cheng Qianfan saw Kuanbuki, his eyes lit up. He took two steps forward, looked at Kuanbuki with his eyes, and asked with concern, "I heard that you were injured? How was it? Where was it injured?"
Where was the injury?
Can't you see such a big piece of gauze on your face?!
"Miyazaki, thank you for your concern." Kikube Hiroo looked at the unconcealed smile between Kentaro Miyazaki's eyebrows and eyes, and said with anger.
This guy Kentaro Miyazaki is gloating.
"The damn Chinese people are so cunning." Cheng Qianfan said with a serious expression.
"That cunning Chinese man is now the feces of military dogs." Kikube Hiroo said coldly.
He suspected that Kentaro Miyazaki was implying that he would be injured if he was stupid in his work.
"Kun Kikumabu is relieved. If you have anything to eat, say to me if you want to drink, I'll give it to you." Cheng Qianfan smiled slightly and said.
"Thank you for your kindness," Kikube Hiroo resisted the anger and said lightly, "The doctor told me to avoid sip."
"That's a pity." Cheng Qianfan smiled and shook his head.
The leather shoes stepped on the floor of the second floor of the Special High School, making a pedaling sound. Cheng Qianfan and Xiaochi walked and said, with a smile on his face, a full of anger in his heart, anger that was almost burning his body, and a full of murderous intent.
Behind him, Kusaki Kusato who was leaving, a cold snorted.
Cheng Qianfan stopped, and he turned his head to look at Kuanfu Kikuba's back, his eyes were cold and he also snorted coldly.
"Why should Miyazaki kun have a common experience with people like Kikube?" Koike said with a smile.
"There is a word in China to describe a person like the chrysanthemum." Cheng Qianfan snorted coldly, "Blank-eyed wolf!"
Koike smiled and shook his head. No wonder Miyazaki Jun was so angry. Miyazaki Jun treated his friends so sincerely and enthusiastically. Miyazaki Jun was full of sincerity in his friends. Kikube got Miyazaki's sincerity but was not at all considerate or compatible when doing things. No wonder Miyazaki was angry.
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