Cao Yu stood at the door. He looked at the fierce firelight downstairs, heard the noisy sounds outside, and felt the hot waves downstairs. He was stunned.
In fact, Cao Yu woke up when someone came in downstairs.
His first reaction was that someone had broken in through the empty door.
Cao Yu took out a dagger from his body and was ready to take action at any time:
If the bastard who broke into the house went upstairs, then he would have no choice but to silence him. If this person only stayed downstairs and did not go upstairs, he would not cause trouble.
Then, Cao Yu heard that this person was only busy downstairs and had no intention of going upstairs. This made Cao Yu relieved.
Soon, the people downstairs left.
Then--
Fire started.
…
Cao Yu was stunned. At this moment, he was absolutely sure that the guy who sneaked into Guo Kai's house and set fire to him was his comrade.
Or to be more precise, they came to rescue the captured comrades.
Moreover, Cao Yu immediately understood why his comrades chose to set fire to Guo Kai's residence.
Guo Kai is a traitor and the house is empty, so he can set fire to it without any worries.
The purpose of setting fire is to attract the fire brigade of Miles Aire to put out the fire, causing chaos in the surroundings, and the comrades can take advantage of the chaos to attack No. 33 Miles Aire and launch a rescue operation.
Cao Yu couldn't help but applaud the comrade who formulated such a rescue plan. He was able to formulate such a suitable plan according to local conditions in such a short period of time. This comrade was truly extraordinary.
However, at this moment, Cao Yu looked at the fire downstairs and opened his mouth in shock.
He felt like he couldn't laugh or cry.
How many times has this happened to you at the hands of your own comrades?
…
When the fire broke out downstairs, Cao Yu immediately thought of going downstairs to evacuate. However, the comrade who set the fire actually poured gasoline to fuel the fire. The furniture and sofas downstairs were ignited by gasoline, and the fire spread vigorously. The most important thing is that this
The guy was so stupid that he poured gasoline on the stairs, and the stairs immediately burst into flames.
This directly blocked his possibility of going downstairs to escape.
Of course, Cao Yu also knew that if he risked being burned by the fire and desperately jumped downstairs to cross the fire scene, it would be possible to rush from the first floor to the yard and evacuate.
However, he cannot do this, which will cause him to have many situations that cannot be explained when facing the investigation of Jisi Feierlu.
Even if he could temporarily explain it away and get away with it, Cao Yu knew very well that this unreasonable behavior would inevitably come into the eyes of those who were interested, which would bring huge hidden dangers to his future latent work.
Therefore, Cao Yu knew that he could not risk his way out of the fire scene from the first floor. He would not even allow himself to be unlucky enough to die in the flames, which would also bring huge consequences and safety hazards to the organization.
The fire downstairs was getting bigger and bigger, and Cao Yu was choked by the thick smoke and coughed repeatedly.
He took off his pants directly, peed on the blanket he had brought to keep out the cold, then wrapped the blanket around his waist, bent down, and groped along the upstairs corridor until he came to the easternmost room.
This room has a skylight, which can be opened to climb to the roof.
…
After struggling to push open the iron skylight cover, Cao Yu climbed out.
There was a bed sheet tied around his waist, which he had just pulled off the bed in his room.
He directly cut the bed sheet several times with a dagger, then tore it into several strips, tied one end around his waist, and tied the other end to a place on the eaves. Cao Yu jumped down from upstairs like a cat.
Fortunately, he was smart, otherwise he would have died at the hands of his own people. This would be even more unjust than Dou E. Cao Yu had mixed feelings in his heart.
At this moment, two water dragons were thrown in, drenching Cao Yu.
Cao Yu was shocked. He cut off the sheets with a dagger, then randomly picked up the sheets and wrapped them around his head. The main purpose was to wrap his open ears.
A team of firefighters rushed into the yard pushing a water hose, and saw a strange guy with a gray face and a head wrapped in a strip of cloth standing there.
"Jiang Mulezi is doing things with caution. He doesn't want to die." Cao Yu directly pulled out a short gun from his waist and pointed the muzzle at the firefighters.
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The door opened.
An agent looked at the firefighter and said, "Where are the fingerprints?"
While speaking, this person subconsciously looked towards the sky-reaching fire of No. 34.
"Here." Lao Huang said, "Wait a minute, I will win Indonesia for you."
He reached around his waist, as if trying to retrieve something.
Just when the man came over to press his fingerprints, Lao Huang pulled out the dagger from his waist, held the man in his arms, covered his mouth, and stabbed the dagger directly into his throat.
Puff puff puff.
Almost at the same time, Cheng Qianfan drew his gun directly from his waist.
Bang!
He shot and killed the agent behind the door who was about to close it.
Then he saw a man touching his waist in panic, and Cheng Qianfan pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang bang bang.
It was at this time that Cheng Qianfan heard a roar, "Everyone in Jiang Mulezi is working, anyone who stands in my way will die!"
Then there were two gunshots.
Ginger mule?
Cheng Qianfan was shocked. Who is this idiot pretending to be Jiang Mule?
However, at this moment, he ignored all this and rushed into the courtyard with a short gun in both hands.
Almost at the same time, a gray-headed, wet-faced guy with his head wrapped in a cloth, who looked like a red-headed Asan, with a short gun in his hand, finally intimidated the firefighters to get out of the way, and he rushed through the courtyard door as if he was running away.
After rushing out of the courtyard, Cao Yu fired another shot into the sky and shouted at the top of his voice, "Jiang Mule is doing something, and anyone who dares to show his face will be killed without mercy!"
Then he waved his hand and fired a shot, hitting the wall of a second-floor window directly, frightening the sound of a woman screaming and crying from inside the house.
"If you dare to peek again, you will be hit on the head next time."
Some firefighters were still doing their part to put out the fire, while some secretly poked their heads out and looked outside in fear.
Then I saw this strange guy with a red head, Ah San, holding a short gun, rushing towards No. 33, Mile West Road next door.
On the other side of No. 33, there was already loud gunfire.
This immediately frightened the firefighters.
"Come back, come back." someone shouted, "focus on putting out the fire, we are from the fire brigade, put out the fire, put out the fire."
…
An agent from Secret Service Headquarters was shot and rushed out, covering his wound. He had just arrived in the yard.
Bang!
Lao Huang shot the man to death with one shot.
There was a burst of continuous gunshots in the room.
"Second brother, are you okay?" Lao Huang had an idea and shouted.
"It's okay." Cheng Qianfan replied in a hoarse voice, "Brother, just stay at the door."
…
The room was already littered with corpses.
Cheng Qianfan's expression was gloomy and cold. The long rubber shoes unique to firefighters stepped on the ground. The ground was red, with bloody footprints every step of the way.
Bang!
Cheng Qianfan shot a man who was trying to make a sneak attack.
Then he kicked a chair away and pointed his gun at a man who was kneeling on the ground fearfully.
"Tell me, where is the man you escorted from Shanghai?" Cheng Qianfan put the muzzle of his gun directly on the man's head.
"I, I, I don't know." The man was sweating profusely and stammered.
Bang!
Cheng Qianfan directly shot a dead agent from the secret service headquarters and beat his head to pieces, then put the gun on the man's head, "I don't have the patience to ask you one last time."
"I know, I know, I know, there is a utility room and torture in the basement."
"Lead the way." Cheng Qianfan said coldly, "Don't be mean, or I'll beat you into a hornet's nest."
At the door of the yard, Lao Huang heard the sound of running, and he immediately aimed his gun at the door.
"Jiang Mulezi is doing his job, so close the doors!" a voice yelled.
Then, he saw a guy with a short gun in his hand, his head wrapped in a cloth, and only half of his face and eyes were exposed.
…
Cao Yu looked over.
His eyes were earnest and fiery.
Then, he saw a man wearing a fire brigade uniform, with a fire brigade oilcloth mask on his face.
It was precisely because of this mask that he could not see this person's face clearly.
Lao Huang's gun was pointed at 'Bu Tiao Asan'.
Cao Yu didn't raise his gun.
Lao Huang did not pull the trigger, his eyes were alert and scrutinizing.
"Boss," Cao Yu asked sharply, "Can we find Ayuan of the Shang family?"
"Looking for it." Lao Huang's eyes softened. He looked at this strange 'Bu Tiao Asan', and he already had some idea of this person's identity.
"Do you need my help?"
"Go and do your work." Lao Huang said.
When Cao Yu heard this, he didn't say anything anymore. He waved to the 'firefighters' and ran away quickly, with a brisk wind in his footsteps.
…
With a sudden brake, a freight truck stopped at the door of No. 33.
Lu Dazhang, who was wearing a mask, stuck his head out and said, "I'll guard the door. You go in and help."
Lao Huang nodded and rushed in holding a short gun.
Lu Dazhang held the short gun tightly in his right hand and looked at the rearview mirror vigilantly. At the same time, he stared ahead, wary of any trouble.
Judging from the sound of gunfire, the enemy should have been eliminated. The most important thing now is to find the captured comrades and rescue them.
…
"Here!" Cheng Qianfan's voice came.
Lao Huang walked over following the sound and saw Comrade Huo Miao coming out of the underground. He pointed his gun at an agent who was carrying a person on his back.
"Quick, take it to the car." Cheng Qianfan said.
Lao Huang stepped forward, took a look, and was convinced that the injured and unconscious comrade was Comrade Dandelion.
He pointed his short gun at the agent and ordered the agent to continue walking toward the truck at the door with someone on his back.
Cheng Qianfan went directly to the utility room in the backyard.
…
Soon, Lao Huang escorted the agent back.
"There are two more comrades here." Cheng Qianfan called to Lao Huang in a low voice.
The two comrades in the utility room had their hands and feet shackled, one of them was in a coma, and the other, who was slightly injured, was watching them warily.
"Comrade, we are here to rescue you." Cheng Qianfan said.
"The torture failed and it was changed to deception to induce a confession?" the man who was slightly injured said coldly.
Bang!
Cheng Qianfan raised his hand and fired a shot, killing the agent he had coerced into speaking and acting as a temporary porter.
"Do you believe it now?" he said to the comrade.
He doesn't have time to explain anything. This kind of explanation is the most quick, effective and convincing.
"I kind of believe it." The comrade glanced at the spy who was killed, swallowed, and nodded.
Cheng Qianfan put the short gun on his waist and carried the unconscious comrade on his back, while Lao Huang carried the less injured comrade.
The four people quickly evacuated towards the door.
When passing by the main room, "Do you believe it?" Cheng Qianfan asked.
The comrade saw the four or five corpses on the ground, and then three more corpses in the yard, including the corpse of Yuan Ziren. His face showed an extremely excited look, and he said excitedly, "I believe it, I believe it."
,Comrade!”
…
Cheng Qianfan and Lao Huang carried the two comrades onto the truck.
He motioned to Lao Huang to get into the passenger seat, while he stayed in the truck to take care of the injured comrades and provide security during the evacuation.
Lu Dazhang stepped on the accelerator, and the truck's motor roared as it drove quickly through the night on Miles Ai Road.
When we passed the door of No. 34, the fire in No. 34 had not weakened at all, and we could hear the shouts of the firefighters who were doing their best to put out the fire.
…
The truck is moving fast.
Cao Yu pushed the rickshaw under his feet and almost made sparks fly out of it.
He wants to return home as quickly as possible.
On West Alhams Road, Cardiff Zhao saw the taillights of the truck disappearing into the night from a distance, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Councilor Zhao did not have the slightest regret for not personally participating in the fierce battle of this rescue operation.
He joined the fight without firing a gun, which means everything went well.
Once he needs to shoot to kill, it means the situation is already bad.
After quickly changing his clothes, Cardinal Zhao left the house on West Ehams Road. He had to leave the area before the police came upon hearing the news and launched a large-scale manhunt.
"Comrade, who are you?" the comrade who was slightly injured asked Cheng Qianfan in a low voice.
"We are organized to rescue you." Cheng Qianfan's voice was still hoarse. Even when facing the comrades he personally rescued, he still followed the habit of caution and did not spit out the small walnuts in his mouth.
He looked at the comrade and said, "Comrade, as for other things, I can't talk about it."
"Understood, I understand." As he said this, the comrade coughed.
Cheng Qianfan stepped forward and touched his forehead, "Do you have a fever?"
"The wound is infected and has a fever." The injured comrade forced out a smile and said, "However, compared to this, being able to be rescued and continue to work in the revolution is already a great blessing."
"Comrade, what's your name?" Cheng Qianfan took out the cigarette case from his pocket, stuffed a cigarette into the comrade's mouth, took out the match box, wrapped it in his clothes, lit a match and lit the cigarette.
.asked.
The less injured comrade took a few puffs of his cigarette, sighed greedily, and said, "Comrade, I can only tell you my current name."
"My name is Lin Qingqi." He took another puff of cigarette and said.
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