"Weapons for self-defense." Hao Zai said, pointing to the document in the hands of the Japanese military police. "The document has a permission stamp for carrying weapons."
Naturally, Yuji Sugisaku saw the document's signature permitting permission to carry short-range weapons for self-defense, and it was stamped with the seal of approval of the Shanghai Military Police Headquarters.
He just didn't like the Chinese.
There was no humility in this man's eyes, no honorific as "Taijun" in his mouth, no nodding or bowing or taking off his hat in salute. This made Yuji Sugisaku, who was used to enjoying the groveling of the Chinese, very dissatisfied.
"This document is wrong." Yuji Sugisaku shook his head.
"The document is wrong?" Hao Zai was a little surprised. He personally took the document from 'Boss Huang', and it was impossible for Araki Harima to make a mistake in this kind of thing.
"Yes." Yuji Sugisaku said with a cold face, "Everyone's name, ID, and details of the weapons they carry, including the number of bullets, must be registered."
"There are no such requirements in the customs clearance documents." Hao Zai argued, "If there are advance requirements, we will naturally report them in advance."
His meaning was very clear. Since the document did not force reporting, the responsibility naturally did not lie with them.
"No." Sugisaku Yuji shook his head and firmly refused to let him go.
Hao Zai finally understood that this Japanese military policeman was deliberately making things difficult.
Li Hu on the side used his eyes to signal his men not to act rashly.
"Kunzi."
Kunzi took out a few banknotes from his body and handed them over.
Li Hu shook his head, and Kunzi immediately understood and handed a gift certificate from Jiujiu Trading to his elder brother.
"Taijun, thank you for your hard work." Li Hu stepped forward with a smile on his face, "I hope you will accept your little care."
When Yuji Sugisaku saw that the Chinese man handed over a piece of paper, he was immediately furious. Then he saw clearly that it was a gift certificate from Jiujiu Trading. It said that with the coupon, you could receive five kilograms of candy. He couldn't help but smile.
, put the gift certificate into your pocket.
He nodded towards Li Hu and waved his hand.
…
The train whistle sounded, and black smoke shot into the sky.
With the sound of bang, bang, bang, and the bell ringing, the train pulled out of Shanghai Station.
Tickets are divided into first-class, second-class, and third-class cars, and the comfort, benefits, fares, etc. are obviously different.
First-class cars are the most comfortable, with gorgeous equipment, spacious seats, carpets on the ground floor, dressing rooms, bathrooms, etc.
The decoration and equipment of the second-class cars are slightly inferior to those of the first-class cars, but the seats are still relatively spacious.
The equipment of the third-class car is the simplest. The seats are hard boards. The passengers sit side by side. It is messy. The smell of sweat, foot odor, children's urine and feces are mixed together, and there are also odors floating in the air from time to time.
Coal ash can be described as dirty and messy.
Hao Zai and the others bought a second-class car.
Hao Zai told Li Hu to keep an eye on his brothers, and he went to the urinal at the junction of the carriages with a cigarette in his mouth.
It was his habit to pretend to go to the toilet and secretly observe other passengers in the carriage as he passed by.
The eyes of a good agent will reveal many details that ordinary people don't notice with just one glance.
This man had three hands, and his eyes subconsciously glanced at the bags and suitcases of the surrounding passengers.
This man was very powerful, and he had just rolled up his sleeves to reveal his trigger finger; Hao Zi could not help but pay more attention to this man.
This is a female, a woman dressed as a man.
This is - Captain Lu? Lu Xinge!
Hao Zai's eyes met Lu Xinge's, and the latter greeted him with a polite smile, just like an ordinary tourist who respects etiquette.
Hao Zai's lips trembled and the cigarette ashes fell. Then he quickly calmed down his emotions and continued walking towards the bathroom.
"Lao San, watch your luggage, I'm going to take a pee." Lu Xingge said to Jiang Lao San.
"I know, brother."
Lu Xingge stood up, brushed off the non-existent dust on his blue cloth coat, and walked towards the bathroom at the junction of the carriages.
Then, he met Haozi who was smoking there after peeing.
Lu Xingge and Hao Zai nodded in greeting, went in first to pee, and then borrowed a fire from Hao Zai when they came out. The two strangers had topics to talk about in the smoke.
"Captain Lu, why are you in the car?" Hao Zai looked around vigilantly, confirming that there was nothing unusual. The sound of the banging rails could also cover up his words, so he asked in a low voice.
"I'm not worried. Let's go to Nanjing and have a look." Lu Xingge said, his voice slightly raised, "There is something wrong with the business in Nanjing. No, my boss asked me to go to Nanjing."
Seeing that Hao Zai still wanted to ask, Lu Xingge whispered, "I communicated with Tao Zi urgently."
Hao Zai nodded. The team leader was not in Shanghai, and Tao Zi was now acting as the team leader. Lu Xingge had communicated with Tao Zi, but he had nothing to say.
However, Hao Zai actually did not support Lu Xingge going to Nanjing.
The reason is very simple and direct. Lu Xinge is a thorn in the flesh of the Japanese. The most important thing is that many former military commanders on No. 76 know Lu Xinge.
Although the possibility of being recognized by someone is not that great, but don't be afraid of 10,000 just in case.
"I won't go with you." Lu Xinge said, "I will pretend for a while that we just met."
Hearing that Lu Xingge was not going with his group, Hao Zai was relieved. He nodded, "How can I contact him if necessary?"
"Second brother knows where to find me." Lu Xinge said.
"Do you need weapons?" Hao Zai asked. They have special pass documents and can 'legally' carry weapons on the train. Lu Xingge and the others can only sneak onto the train with weapons, and sometimes in order to successfully pass the checkpoints, they have no choice but to
Give up carrying weapons.
"No need." Lu Xingge smiled. If he wanted weapons, they would be everywhere in Nanjing.
With that said, he put the matchbox he borrowed from Haozi into his pocket, then handed Haozi a cigarette and said, "Thanks, brother."
"Hey, I'm a matchmaker." Hao Zai was startled for a moment, then he patted his thigh and cursed angrily, "Who is he?"
…
No. 76, Jisfield Road.
"Still no movement?" Su Chende frowned and asked Cao Yu.
"No." Cao Yu shook his head, "My subordinates have been sending people to keep an eye on Xia Wenqiao secretly. This man is very peaceful."
"It's useless to stare at Xia Wenqiao. People like them have plenty of ways to send information out." Su Chende shook his head, "I'm talking about the hospital."
When he said there was no movement, he meant that there was no movement at the hospital.
It stands to reason that if Xia Wenqiao had sent out the information related to Xiao Mian's safety, the military commander would not have taken action. According to his understanding of the military commander's behavior, someone should have been sent to the hospital to silence him by now.
"Ajie is in charge of the hospital, so it's not convenient for my subordinates to interfere too much," Cao Yu said.
Su Chende frowned. Ajie was from Ye Ziping. He was a dog-fighting man who formed gangs within the action team, fought for power and profit, and acted in a very flamboyant manner.
Even Su Chende had a headache for this person.
Apart from him, Li Cuiqun loves his wife Ye Xiaoqing very much, and he also has great trust in his wife's mother-in-law Ye Ziping. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe him as partial.
Moreover, Su Chende knew that it would be better to offend a man than a woman like Ye Xiaoqing, and Ye Ziping was Ye Xiaoqing's tentacles that extended into the secret service headquarters. In a sense, Ye Ziping was also Ye Xiaoqing's face.
"What went wrong?" Su Chende was puzzled.
The plan he formulated was exquisite. Through Xia Wenqiao, who was basically confirmed to be connected with the Chongqing side, he passed on important information about the Shanghai special situation team and Xiao Mian's safety to the Chongqing side, while they waited in the hospital.
.
With such a clever plan, the bait was spread out, but there was no movement.
At this moment, the phone on Su Chende's desk rang.
He picked up the phone receiver.
"What? Great, I understand." Su Chende hung up the phone with excitement on his face.
"Section Chief, what's the good news?" Cao Yu asked with a smile.
"Good news, great news." Su Chende smiled brightly, "Passenger Yi is awake."
"Passenger B, are you awake?" Cao Yu was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, "Great!"
Passerby A and Passerby B, these were the code names they gave to the two Shanghai special intelligence team members who were seriously injured and captured in a coma.
Yes, in Su Chende's previous plan, in the information sold to Xia Wenqiao through Cao Yu, it was true that there were two wounded people who knew about Xiao Mian's condition. However, the real situation before was this.
The two wounded men were seriously injured and remained in coma. They did not engage in any behavior such as 'surrendering or reporting' as shown in the false information.
After the doctor on No. 76 examined Passerby A and Passerby B, he concluded that it was difficult for them to wake up. He suggested that they should not waste any more money on medicines and deal with them directly.
It was Su Chende's insistence. He tried his best to persuade Li Cuiqun to agree to continue treating these two people. The reason was very straightforward:
As long as these two people are not dead and breathing, they need to be rescued, because they are the only living members of the Shanghai special team they have on hand! Maybe these two people have clues to capture Xiao Mian! Although there is little hope,
But what if you are lucky enough?
Passenger A and Passenger B. Passenger A had become conscious the day before yesterday. The doctor said that he would be fully awake soon, but he did not expect that Passerby B woke up first.
Su Chende rubbed his hands and said, "Cao Yu, prepare a car and go to Shoukang Hospital."
Shoukang Hospital is the secret cooperative hospital of No. 76, and the two seriously injured persons from the Shanghai Special Situation Team have been treated at Shoukang Hospital.
"yes!"
…
Half an hour later.
Shoukang Hospital.
"How is this person's condition? Can I ask questions?" Su Chende asked the doctor.
"The patient has just woken up, so it is not appropriate to ask questions now." The doctor shook his head and said.
"Then you can ask questions." Su Chende nodded and smiled politely at the doctor, "Please step aside."
Although Su Chende was smiling, in the eyes of the doctor, the smile had a chilling and chilling feeling. He pushed up his lenses and left the ward without saying a word.
"What's your name?" Su Chende sat beside the hospital bed, glanced at the very pale wounded man, and asked.
The wounded man glanced at him, remained silent, and closed his mouth.
"This attitude is very unfriendly." Su Chende said, "This is not the attitude towards a lifesaver."
He shook his head, "Do you know that in order to save your life, we spent at least a thousand dollars on you just for these medicines and nutritional injections."
"I didn't ask you to save me," the wounded man said, his voice a little weak.
Just reply. Su Chende was overjoyed. What he was most afraid of was that this person wouldn't say a word.
For such an important criminal who has just woken up from serious injuries and cannot be punished, it would be really difficult to deal with this person if he remained silent.
As long as you are willing to speak, that is a good thing.
"I won't ask you anything else, just ask you casually as a lifesaver. That's okay." Su Chende said.
The wounded man on the hospital bed closed his mouth.
"I saved your life. If nothing else, I can tell you what your name is." Su Chende said. He keenly caught the hesitation and uncertainty in the wounded man's expression and immediately said, "You
We have also made some guesses about the situation. You are just a little guy, and your name doesn’t have any big implications."
He chuckled, "You're just a nobody, we don't expect to find anything from your name."
Su Chende picked up the enamel cup on the bedside table and looked at it. He saw that it was empty. He got up and found a thermos bottle to pour water. He also asked Cao Yu to get a jar of honey and put some honey in the enamel cup. He used a spoon to
After stirring slowly, he scooped a spoonful of honey water and brought it to the wounded man's mouth.
The wounded man shut up.
"Drink." Su Chende said lightly, "No matter how great a favor is, it is greater than saving a life. We have already saved your life. Are you still worried about our small favor?"
The wounded man on the hospital bed was silent for more than ten seconds, and finally slowly opened his dry lips.
…
Su Chende was very careful. After giving him a few sips of water, he took out his handkerchief and wiped the corners of the wounded man's mouth.
While he was doing all this, the wounded on the hospital bed looked at him quietly, seeing how naturally the fat man did all this.
"Quanda." He suddenly said.
"What?" Su Chende glanced at this person. Although he was very excited, there was not much surprise on his face. He showed a look of surprise, "Oh, you mean, your name is Quan
Da.”
Quanda nodded.
"All of them?" Su Chende thought and said, "This surname is rare, how can it be achieved?"
"Dazhou's Da." Quanda said.
"Are you from Dazhou, Sichuan? Why do you have a northern Anhui accent?" Su Chende asked in surprise.
"My ancestor is from Dazhou," Quanda said.
"That's it." Su Chende nodded. He put down the enamel cup and took out a few photos from his body. He did not show the photos directly to Quanda, but said, "I'm not trying to judge you. That's it.
, here are some photos.”
Quanda looked at Su Chende alertly.
"Don't look at me with such vigilant eyes." Su Chende chuckled, "Only two or three of you people escaped. Except for you, everyone else is dead. Those in this photo are those
People who were beaten to death.”
Quanda's eyes shrank, and a trace of sadness flowed in them.
"I just want you to recognize me." He looked at Quanda with a sincere look and a smile, "Nothing else. Although you and I are enemies, regardless of our stance, these people are all good guys.
.”
Su Chende looked at Quanda, paused, picked up the enamel jar, "Can I have a drink of water?"
Quanda nodded slightly.
"Thank you." Su Chende said politely, took a sip of water, and then continued, "I just thought that if these people died like this, they should leave their names."
He looked at Quanda, his tone was calm and his attitude was sincere, "You and I have different positions. Let's not say who is right or wrong. Well, let's just say that if we lose in the future and you win, these names will be in our file records.
, there is a record of where they were buried, and if you want to give them a good burial, you will be able to find out where they were buried."
Quanda fell silent and closed his eyes.
Cao Yu, who had been keeping quiet on the side, saw a hint of dissatisfaction and anxiety in his eyes, and was about to speak, but was stopped by Su Chende's eyes.
Cao Yu understood the meaning in Su Chende's eyes:
Be patient and don't be impatient!
"You also think we will win?" Quanda said suddenly, but his eyes were still closed.
"Of course I hope we win. I was just making an analogy." Su Chende said without following Quanda's words.
Then he saw Quanda open his eyes and look over, with thoughts and doubts in his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Su Chende asked.
"You can completely follow my words." Quanda said.
"It's not necessary." Su Chende shook his head, "You are just a little guy. I don't ask for any secrets from you, and I don't have to compromise to deceive you for some purpose."
Quanda took a deep look at Su Chende and closed his eyes again.
Cao Yu looked at Su Chende, who once again gave him a calm look.
"Photos." A voice whispered.
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