"Guo Qing's rickshaw disappeared. It was expected that the red party general surnamed Wang used the rickshaw to pull the injured Ah Hai and fled."
"The two accomplices of the Red Party surnamed Wang both had gunshot wounds, and Ahai also had gunshot wounds." Wang Kangnian held a cigarette between his index and middle fingers and said while pacing back and forth.
"Three gunshot wounds, they dare not go to the hospital."
"Check, tell us to go down and send out all our detectives. You are helping. Go and inform the gang and release the news. There is news about these three people and five large yellow croakers." Wang Kangnian gritted his teeth, "Specially.
These are some private clinics, and I'm keeping an eye on them."
Among these three people, the most important one is 'Minister Wang', who is a super big fish.
And if you catch this 'Minister Wang', you can follow the clues and find the mysterious 'Chen Zhou'.
"yes!"
"Quick! Seal the front and back yards and catch the murderer."
"You guys, go there!"
"You guys, over there!"
At this time, I heard noisy sounds coming from outside, and there were noisy footsteps in the distance.
"Team leader, the patrol is here." Xiaosi pushed open the door and entered.
Wang Kangnian snorted coldly. It had been about half an hour since the gunfight ended, and the patrol finally arrived.
When he walked into the courtyard, he heard someone outside still shouting, "Hurry, seal the courtyard, don't let the murderer escape," but the voice was farther away from the courtyard.
"He's quite a smart man." Wang Kangqiang snorted.
At this time, an agent climbed up the ladder and looked outside the courtyard, got off the ladder, trotted to Wang Kangnian and reported in a low voice, "Team leader, there are three flatbed trucks at the door."
Wang Kangnian looked at Ding Naifei.
"I have inquired before, and it should be Lu Dazhang who will lead the night patrol tonight," Ding Naifei said.
Wang Kangnian nodded. Lu Dazhang's mantra was, "Allah likes to make friends." He knew how to handle things and never offended others easily.
Three minutes later, under the dim street lights, agents from the Party Affairs Investigation Division were pushing three flatbed trucks, two trucks were pulling bodies, and an injured agent was sitting on one truck.
Wang Kangnian glanced at his men and felt extremely miserable. The word "broken soldiers and defeated generals" came to his mind, and he felt even greater hatred in his heart.
Red Party Chenzhou, he remembered today’s revenge.
More than thirty meters away from them, the patrolmen rushed into the empty courtyard, turning a blind eye to the state agents not far away.
Wang Kangnian stopped and clasped his fists towards Lu Dazhang who was standing at the entrance of the courtyard.
Lu Dazhang responded with his hands raised.
They both turned around. On one side, there were noisy shouts, for fear that outsiders would not hear the arrival of the patrol. The patrol was handling the case. On the other side, there was a group of people walking in silence in the night with their heads down.
…
Wang Jun took out the note Cheng Qianfan handed him from his pocket and read it.
He had previously guessed it was intelligence, but it wasn't.
There was an address written on it: No. 45, Terraston Road.
There is another sentence, "The owner of this house left Shanghai with his family a few days ago. There is no one at home, and the house has a basement, which can be used as a temporary shelter."
"Old Kang, are you familiar with this place?" Wang Jun handed the note to Kang Erniu.
"I know, it's not far from here." Kang Erniu nodded.
Wang Jun breathed a sigh of relief. It would have been more troublesome if they were farther away. The three injured people were not suitable for walking through the streets and there was a high possibility of encountering night watchmen.
More than 20 minutes later, the four of them arrived at No. 45 Terrace Road, a two-story building with no lights.
Kang Erniu took out a piece of wire from his pocket and opened the lock in twos and twos.
Wang Jun was carrying Ah Hai on his back, and the others entered the house without daring to turn on the lights or go upstairs. They directly found the basement door and entered the basement.
"Lao Kang, I'll leave it to you. I'll go out for a while." Wang Jun said, "The rickshaw needs to be taken care of."
At this moment, Cheng Qianfan, who was riding a bicycle, walked through the streets and alleys and arrived near a garden apartment on Masinan Road.
He came to see Peng Yuou.
Peng Yuou, professor of the Chinese Language Department of Fudan Public School.
After the last late-night summons, Cheng Qianfan easily found out the identity of the owner of this residence.
Although Cheng Qianfan did not know what position Peng Yupei held in the Shanghai Red Party, Wang Jun came to report to Peng Yuou at night before, which shows that Peng Yuou is Wang Jun's superior.
Wang Jun himself is already the leader of the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee, and Peng Yuou's identity will only become more important.
Cheng Qianfan immediately stepped forward and rang the doorbell. He walked around the house to make sure everything was safe and nothing unusual, and then he gently knocked on the door.
He didn't ring the doorbell. The doorbell rang late at night, and the sound was so penetrating that the neighbors could hear it.
He knocked on the door gently, and the sound was not loud. Generally speaking, it could not wake up the people in the room, but Cheng Qianfan was not worried that the people inside could not hear him.
Even if the underground party sleeps, they have to "open their eyes" and "prick their ears."
Sure enough, the gentle knock on the door was quickly answered.
"Who?" It was a middle-aged woman's voice.
"I, Qian Xinghuo, have come to see Professor Peng if there is something urgent."
"It's late at night. Sir, please go back and come back during the day."
"Please tell me, Professor Peng must know who I am after hearing my name." Cheng Qianfan spoke hoarsely.
"Mr. Qian, wait a moment."
…
Shao's mother held the gun and turned around to inform Peng and Ou with a solemn expression.
When working underground, what I fear most is the sudden knock on the door in the middle of the night.
Because a comrade came to visit in the middle of the night, something extremely urgent must have happened, and usually it was something bad.
This time it was even more disturbing, because the person who came was a stranger, and the voice was very unfamiliar to Shao's mother.
"Mr. Peng." Shao's mother saw Peng and Ou coming down from upstairs.
In Peng Yuou's hand, he was carrying a Weber Lescot revolver. This gun is the standard weapon of the red-headed Asan patrol in the British and American concessions. The red-headed Asan often resells his own guns privately, and then uses them for various purposes.
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"Shao Ma, who is it?" Peng Yuou asked with a serious expression.
"The voice is very strange." Shao's mother said, "This person said his name is Qian Xinghuo and he has something urgent to see you."
"Qian Xinghuo." Peng Yu'ou frowned. The name was very unfamiliar. It was not a comrade he knew. Moreover, Shao's mother said that this person's voice was unfamiliar, which aroused Peng Yu'ou's vigilance. Knowing his identity,
The people who came here to see him were all important comrades of the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee, and Shao's mother had all met him.
Wait, money makes fire.
A spark, a spark can start a prairie fire!
Money sparks fire and sparks fire!
Comrade Spark is lurking in the enemy camp.
Peng Yuou's expressions were shocked, joyful and excited at the same time.
It's Comrade Spark!
Guessing that the person outside the door was Comrade Xinghuo, who they had been thinking about day and night, worried about, and worried about, Peng and Ou's hearts were filled with excitement.
At the same time, he was extremely nervous. Comrade Xinghuo, who was deeply lurking inside the enemy, came to see him late at night. Something urgent must have happened.
Anticipation, excitement, and extreme worry, this was Peng and Ou's mood at this time.
Peng Yuou forced himself to calm down. He took a deep breath, remained vigilant, and walked towards the door with the revolver in hand.
