Cheng Qianfan, who was wearing a long-distance running coat that was not old enough, was holding snacks in his hand, chewing big mouthfuls, maybe he choked, picked up the water bottle he brought with him, and drank several big mouthfuls.
I hit my chest twice with my right fist and finally swallowed it.
He burped comfortably.
He took out the kraft paper wrapping the snacks and used it to wrap the box containing the sulfa powder. He also took out about three hundred French currency bills and put them together, carefully wrapped them and tied them with straw ropes.
Three hundred French currency was no more or less. He was worried that Peng and Ou were short of money and didn't even have the money to feed the injured chief some good food or supplement his nutrition.
After a while, he wandered around and fell in love with a sycamore tree in a quiet place. He walked over, stuffed the thing into the tree hole, then moved two steps, pretending to undo his belt and relieve himself.
"Oh."
A young couple not far away from the sycamore tree saw this scene, and the girl yelled.
"You little brat, what about you? Get out of here." Seeing the frightened female companion, the young man came up and pointed at Cheng Qianfan's nose and cursed her.
"I want you to take care of it!"
Cheng Qianfan ignored it at all and continued to untie his belt to let out the water.
"Hey, I'm looking for a beating." The young man came up and wanted to take action.
"Why are you hitting someone?" Cheng Qianfan spoke with a northern accent and hurriedly put on his belt to avoid the opponent's fist.
Hearing that Cheng Qianfan had an outsider's accent, the young man became even more enthusiastic. He took out his belt and pulled it towards Cheng Qianfan.
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Cheng Qianfan hid here and there in a hurry, almost being hit by the opponent several times.
"Hit him! You bastard!"
"Oh, that's a little off."
The women on the side cheered for the male partner, frequently exclaiming regret that the male partner almost hit this gangster.
At this moment, Cheng Qianfan caught a glimpse of Shao's mother walking over from the corner of his eye.
He no longer hides.
He grabbed the young man's belt and pulled hard, dragging the man to the ground.
Not to mention that, Cheng Qianfan bent down, picked up a piece of dog poop on the ground, and threw it directly towards the woman who was 'beating drums to cheer' next to her.
The shooting technique was precise and it was thrown directly on the woman's head.
The street lights were relatively dim. The woman didn't know what it was at first, so she reached out and wiped it, then smelled it, and then she heard a miserable scream and cry, "Ah, shit! Han Lin! Han Lin! Wuwuwuwuwu."
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Cheng Qianfan seemed to 'not expect' that he would hit the target with one hit. He looked down at his hand and muttered, "So accurate?"
When he looked up, he saw an angry Han Lin.
Turn around and run.
The latter chased after him desperately.
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Shao's mother pretended to go to the toilet and approached the sycamore tree that served as the dead mailbox. She saw a man in a long robe and mandarin jacket running past her like a wind, followed by a man waving a belt and cursing in pursuit.
man.
Behind the two people was a girl who was crying and covering her face with one hand.
Shao’s mother did not recognize the disguised figure of Cheng Qianfan:
This person's body habitually leans forward very much when running, as if he is about to fall forward at any time.
Seeing these three people leaving, Shao's mother breathed a sigh of relief.
These three people were all near the dead mailbox just now. If they didn't leave, it would be quite troublesome for her to get information (things).
Cheng Qianfan was very familiar with the terrain in this area, and he was able to throw away his pursuers after making seven rounds.
He washed his hands by the river, found a secluded corner, climbed over the alley wall, walked around again, went out from the south gate of the French Grand Park, and called a rickshaw.
Sitting on the rickshaw, Cheng Qianfan shook his head and said sorry to the man and woman he had just teased.
Logically speaking, he should have put the things in the tree hole and left when the two of them weren't paying attention.
This is also a guideline for urgent delivery of items through dead mailboxes.
However, with these two people there, it would be difficult for Shao Ma to pretend to go to the toilet and take things away smoothly. After all, Shao Ma is not as agile as him:
After going to the toilet and passing by the plane tree, just take the things away quickly. If you linger too long, you will easily arouse suspicion.
Cheng Qianfan had no other choice but to draw these two people away.
This incident was truly unexpected:
There is a reason why this plane tree was chosen by him to become a revolutionary plane tree. There is a toilet not far from the plane tree. There is a problem with the toilet design in the French Grand Park. There happens to be a folder here.
From the air outlet in the corner, the smell of the toilet wafted towards the plane tree.
As long as they are normal people, no one will stay here for a long time. Who would have thought that this man and woman would have a tryst in this delicious place.
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Hans Clinic.
Peng and Ou held a cigarette between their fingers. The cigarette had been extinguished, but he still didn't realize it.
Hans put down the page in his hand and frowned, "Aren't there more detailed medical records?"
"This is already the most detailed information." Peng Yu'ou said with a solemn expression, "Our comrade is still on his way to Shanghai, and their radio station has been unable to contact him, so he cannot get the latest and most accurate news."
He looked at Hans with an anxious expression, "Comrade Hans, based on the intelligence description, are you sure?"
"I don't know, I don't know." Hans shook his head. "The patient's condition information is limited. I need to see the patient, especially after taking X-rays, before I can tell you the answer."
As he said that, he pointed to the paper in his hand, "He was shot in the abdomen and only underwent simple diagnosis and treatment. In addition, this comrade also has a penetrating injury on his back. Please confirm that our comrade can support him until he reaches Shanghai."
He shook his head, "With all due respect, in this situation, she has to travel a long distance and cross the national army blockade, and it is difficult to keep up with nutrition. I am very worried that she will not be able to make it to Shanghai."
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"Yes! It must be possible!" Peng Yuou gritted his teeth and said, "His life is very tough! Hundreds of thousands of Kuomintang reactionaries pursued and intercepted him. They conducted repeated sieges in southern Zhejiang. They arrested him for three or four years but failed to catch him and did not eat him.
, had no clothes, ate grass roots and tree bark when he was hungry, drank spring water, snow water, and mud water when he was thirsty. No matter how bad the environment was, he was injured several times and was in danger countless times, he never fell. The revolution did not win.
, he will not fall."
"It's incredible." Hans showed an incredible expression and shook his head in admiration, "I want to pay tribute to them!"
"What preparations need to be done in advance?" Peng Yuou asked.
"Sulfonamide powder! This must be prepared first. I don't have any sulfonamide powder here anymore," Hans said.
Peng Yuou frowned, looking worried, and finally gritted his teeth, "I'll figure this out."
As long as the "flame" is there, sulfonamide powder is not a problem for the current Shanghai Red Party. This is Peng and Ou's deliberately embarrassed expression.
As the current situation becomes more and more tense, sulfa powder, which is known as the 'miracle drug', is getting more and more attention. People from all walks of life are hoarding this drug. Now almost every amount of sulfa powder on the black market will be snapped up.
It can even be described as having a price but no market.
In this case, if he shows that he can easily obtain sulfa powder, this may be a flaw.
There are only a few black marketeers in the Shanghai Bund black market who have access to sulfa powder, especially Inspector Xiao Cheng from the patrol house in the Central District of the French Concession. Peng and Ou must try their best to eliminate all clues and doubts that may be traced to Cheng Qianfan.
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"What else?" Peng Yuou asked.
"One more thing, I'm not sure yet." Hans pointed to the X-ray machine in the clinic and said, "My X-ray machine is a bit outdated. If possible, it would be best to use the latest X-ray machine.
We will use the plane to examine this comrade. Of course, we need to wait until the comrade arrives in Shanghai and make a decision based on his actual situation."
"Where is the latest X-ray machine in the French Concession?" Peng and Ou asked immediately.
Although according to what Hans said, it might be possible to use the current X-ray machine, but he must make the most adequate preparations.
"The Police Hospital of the Patrol House on Trastevere Road." Hans said, "They just bought the latest German-made X-ray machine two months ago."