On the outskirts of Hushan Town, in the den of the special operations team of the Military Command, Captain Zhou was reading documents from the top under the lamp. A sentry came to the door to report: The captain of the Anti-Japanese Tigers was waiting in the guest room to see him.
Zhou Jun's heart was beating wildly. Is this guy going to bring me another surprise? He took three steps in two steps and went out. When he saw Jiang Hailong, he said, "I've been waiting for you! Orderly, serve tea. Serve good food."
Tea!"
Jiang Hailong took out a large envelope and threw it on the table and said, "Is this what you were waiting for?"
Zhou Jun carefully opened the envelope and carefully identified the photos and Abe Kikayama's confession signature one by one. He was overjoyed and said: "Okay, okay! These are ironclad evidence of the Japanese army's crimes, and they are more convincing than anything else. It's really difficult for you to get this information."
Well, the Tigers are the Tigers, and they did a great job! I was not disappointed. I reported to the superiors our achievements in robbing Japanese troops, attacking stations, destroying field hospitals, and rescuing prisoners of war. The superior was very happy.
, saying that we will reward you heavily, and we will hold a press conference to invite domestic and foreign reporters after we send over these irrefutable evidence.”
Jiang Hailong joked: "Don't forget the rules we set. The rewards belong to you, and the benefits belong to me. It seems that Captain Zhou is about to be promoted again. It's really better to write well than to do well."
Zhou Jun blushed and said: "It all depends on my brother's care. I'm not exaggerating this time! Different from last time, this time we made a battle plan in advance, cooperated with the plan, and took actions only after getting approval from the superiors, and achieved impressive results."
, Shangfeng also has a bright face, and with the information you sent, who dares to doubt that my report is inaccurate."
Jiang Hailong looked around and asked: "Why haven't I seen your deputy captain Bai Lu? Is there something going on?"
Zhou Jun said: "You are a guy who cares more about sex than friends. I have never seen you care so much about me." He finally found an opportunity to fight back when Jiang Hailong laughed at him."
Jiang Hailong defended: "I'm just surprised that I didn't see your deputy, but I don't dare to have any inappropriate thoughts about the female agents of the military command."
Zhou Jun didn't know the extent of their relationship, so he said proudly: "She went to the Chongqing headquarters to report on her work. In the past, the people we reported to were sitting in the back row dejectedly, but this time she went there and was
Arranged in the front row, our team is finally proud and proud!"
Jiang Hailong felt relieved and asked: "Have you collected any information about the Japanese recently? If we have the opportunity, let's cooperate with him a few more times." He suspected that he had obsessive-compulsive disorder to kill Japanese soldiers. His hands would feel itchy after not killing Japanese soldiers for a few days.
He was restless. As a doctor, he suddenly became nervous.
Obsessive-compulsive disorder is a disease that is difficult to cure in the nervous and mental systems. The main manifestations of patients are obsessive thoughts and obsessive-compulsive symptoms. They often force themselves to think and do some things involuntarily. Jiang Hailong reflected on it and found that he had these symptoms.
It seems that we should make a good psychological adjustment. Otherwise, what will we do if we kill all the little Japs in the future? We can’t go to Japan and kill the Japanese again, right? After thinking for a while, I laughed dumbly. I feel that at this time, the whole of China may be the only one in the world.
I am worried that all the little Japs will be killed quickly. Damn it, kill all the Japanese invaders first and then talk about it. So many people sacrificed their lives for the country. Even if I have war obsessive-compulsive disorder for the sake of the country, I am nothing!
He was thinking wildly, feeling a little ashamed of himself for worrying about gains and losses. Zhou Jun was still immersed in the joy of being proud and elated, chattering non-stop.