Ying Zuoying took a sip of the wine, and a spicy taste entered her throat, followed by a silky softness.
"What a good wine." He shook his head slightly, "China is too big, and there are too many good things. Such fine wines are very precious and rare in China, but they have so many famous wines that have been passed down for hundreds or thousands of years."
"Kingzuo-kun, these will soon all belong to our Empire of Japan."
"That's right." Ying Zuoying walked to the window and looked at her old friend who was slowly walking into the ambush in the drizzle. "Cheng Qianfan is a talent. There are too many talents in China. What should we do?"
"Kill them."
"That's right, that's right." Ying Zuoying chuckled, "Mr. Cheng has always been friendly to the empire, and I believe he is also willing to sacrifice his life for the friendship between Japan and China."
"Yingzuo-kun, I still don't quite understand why you chose Cheng Qianfan?"
"If you want to blame it, just blame my old friend's bad luck." Ying Zuoying sneered.
Hao Er lowered his head and pouted. He did not approve of Kage Zuo Eiichi's choice. In his opinion, it was impossible for Cheng Qianfan to recognize Kage Zuo Eiichi.
Because even Yingzuo Eiichi himself admitted that the probability of Cheng Qianfan recognizing him was extremely slim, not to mention that after these days, the crisis that should have arisen has already occurred.
What he actually wanted to say was that Cheng Qianfan's status was low, and it would be better if he chose a patrol officer with a more important status, such as Inspector Jin Kemu of the Central Patrol Room or the other two inspectors.
Hao Er did not persuade him any more,
The military's evaluation of Eiichi Kagesa is 'an outstanding talent who pursues perfection'.
In Koji's opinion, just as Yingzuo-kun has a very serious mysophobia, Yingzuo-kun is too attached to certain obsessions. Just because he met this patrolman in Shuanglongfang, Yingzuo-kun became more irritable in the next few days.
After these days, I finally took action against this patrol officer.
Of course, as long as Mr. Ying Zuo is happy, just kill a Chinese.
“Are these White Russians reliable?”
"Don't worry, Mr. Ying Zuo." Haoji said, "These people hate the Soviet Union to the core, which is why they are willing to cooperate with the empire."
"The show is about to begin." Ying Zuoying nodded, showing a cruel smile.
…
Cheng Qianfan's gaze penetrated the thin strands of rain.
A tall foreigner was walking towards him with his head held high.
About seven or eight meters behind him, there was another foreigner.
At the end of the alley, there was a tall figure vaguely visible in the rain.
Turns out to be a Westerner.
Cheng Qianfan was slightly startled. His guess was that they might be Japanese, they might be agents from the Party Affairs Investigation Division, or they might even be people from the Political Division of the French Concession Patrol Room.
I have not considered the possibility of Westerners alone.
This is the standard triangle offensive formation.
As long as he advances another twenty meters and the leader reaches behind him, he will enter the center of the triangle and be attacked from both sides.
The most important thing is that he doesn't know if there is any ambush outside the alley.
Ten meters ahead is Hu Laowen's house. Hu Laowen went to Hong Kong and the house is now vacant.
In the utility room on the second floor, Cheng Qianfan hid a Mauser pistol, two magazines, and a grenade.
Take a preemptive strike and shoot down the person in front of you.
Use firepower to suppress the person behind you.
At the same time, he quickly broke into Hu Laowen's home and obtained weapons.
Cheng Qianfan's mind quickly started thinking about contingency plans.
The distance between the two people is shortening.
The person in front put one hand into his arms.
Cheng Qianfan's eyes changed.
It's too late, we must strike first.
…
"Du-du--"
Cheng Qianfan suddenly let out a shrill whistle.
The other party was obviously affected by the sudden sound of the police whistle, and was choked by the action of drawing the gun.
Almost instantly, Cheng Xianfeng quickly drew his gun with his right hand and fired twice.
At the same time, he advanced instead of retreating, and directly stepped forward to lean on the man who was shot and jumped forward, using the man as a human shield.
I only heard two gunshots and a muffled popping sound in my ears. This was the human shield at work.
Cheng Qianfan shouldered it and grabbed the human shield with one hand. He didn't even look at it and just shot back.
At the same time, the police whistle in his mouth continued to sound shrilly.
Continuous gunshots broke the early morning tranquility of Yandli, with children crying, adults yelling in panic, and the sound of running coming from afar.
Toot—toot—toot.
Hearing the sound of police whistles in the distance, Cheng Qianfan let out a long sigh of relief.
He made the right bet.
At this time every morning, a team of patrol officers changing guard will pass by nearby.
"Where to shoot?"
"I am Cheng Qianfan!" Cheng Qianfan shouted loudly, "Surround them."
As he spoke, he threw away his human shield and rolled on the ground to avoid it. A bullet hit the stone slab where he was hiding just now, and the splashed stones passed by his face.
"Comrade Ulanov!"
"Quickly retreat!"
The other two gunmen screamed loudly, followed by several gunshots and panicked footsteps.
"Inspector Cheng, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Cheng Qianfan didn't get up immediately. He lay on the ground and observed for more than ten seconds. When he saw several patrolmen running over with long guns, he got up.
Several police officers turned pale and pointed their guns at the man lying on the ground. They would rarely encounter such a gunfight.
Cheng Qianfan stepped forward and bent over to turn the man over. He was a middle-aged man with a Slavic face. He was shot everywhere, two in the chest and two in the back. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was full of blood.
.
…
The shooting in Yendli shocked the French Concession.
It wasn't just Qin Detai who came quickly with Jin Kemu.
Lieutenant Makelele from the French Concession Political Office also rushed over.
"Xiao Cheng, are you okay?"
"Report to Mr. Qin, Jintou." Cheng Qianfan saluted, "Fortunately, my colleagues rescued me in time. Fortunately, Qianfan was not injured. However, Qianfan thought that this storm could not last long. There was a shooting incident on Maggie Road before, and now Qianfan is facing
Attack, Qianfan’s personal safety is of no concern, this is a provocation to the patrol room.”
"Too arrogant!" Tan Detai was furious, "You are right, this is a provocation to Mr. Qin and the patrol room, investigate! Investigate to the end!"
Lieutenant Makelele, who had a delicate mustache, looked at the body that fell to the ground, then looked at Cheng Qianfan for a while, then turned and said something to the translator.
"Officer Cheng, the lieutenant asked you if you know who attacked you?"
"Lieutenant." Cheng Qianfan saluted and said directly in French, "I have never met the other party, but I heard a gunman communicating in Russian."
"Russian? Are you sure?"
"Yes." Cheng Qianfan nodded, "I know a little bit of Russian."
At this time, Deputy Inspector Ma Yishou, who was inspecting the body, came over and said, "Mr. Qin, Inspector, we found this on the dead gunman."
Qin Detai took it and took a look, his expression changed slightly, and handed it to Lieutenant Makelele.
This is a document, to be precise, it is a temporary access document for the Soviet Consulate in Shanghai.
"Stupid Soviets, they will pay the price for their stupid provocation." Lieutenant Makelele snorted coldly, took the evidence and left angrily.
"Xiao Cheng, you are frightened. I promise you, I will not let this matter go." Tan Detai patted Cheng Qianfan on the shoulder and looked at everyone, "I don't care who the person who touches me, Tan Detai, is.
You must give me an explanation!"
"Thank you, Mr. Qin." Cheng Qianfan said gratefully.
"Xiao Cheng, I'll give you three days' leave and have a good rest." Jin Kemu said.
"yes."
The crowd quickly dispersed, and Cheng Qianfan, accompanied by He Guan, returned home to rest.
Yendli was very quiet. The neighbors closed their doors and locked their windows. Everyone was frightened by the shooting.
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