"Uh-" Ying Zuoying waited for a few seconds and glanced at Haoji, "No more?"
"Yes, Yingzuo-kun." Hao Er nodded, "In addition to Cheng Qianfan's decisive and preemptive attack, he did a good job, but in my opinion, everything else is extremely stupid."
"oh?"
"The Bai Er we are looking for is even stupider than Cheng Qianfan." Hao Er shook his head, showing his arrogance, "An ordinary soldier in the empire can kill Cheng Qianfan, a bastard."
"These White Russians are just gang members, how can they be compared with the loyal and brave soldiers of the empire." Ying Zuoying nodded.
He took a few steps, looked at Hao Er, and continued, "You are right, Cheng Qianfan's performance seems to us to have many stupid mistakes, but don't you think that for an ordinary patrolman,
Is this performance enough to deserve an outstanding review?"
"This... is indeed the case. I didn't think carefully." Hao Er bowed his head and apologized, "From the perspective of an ordinary person, Cheng Qianfan is indeed good, but..."
"Just what?"
"Ying Zuojun, we didn't kill Cheng Qianfan this time. We have already alerted the enemy. We won't be able to attack him again in a short time."
"Who said I wanted to kill Mr. Cheng?" Ying Zuoying showed a look of surprise, "Jun Cheng has always been friendly to the empire. The Empire of Japan welcomes such talented friends, but how can you kill your friends?"
"But -" Haoji saw Yingzuo Yingyi's playful eyes and immediately changed his mind, "Yes, Yingzuo-kun, you are right, I am too superficial."
"The Soviet Russians openly attacked patrols in the French Concession. The despicable and stupid behavior of the Soviet Russians is a trampling on peace. Peace-loving is the consistent purpose of the empire. Shouldn't our media support our French friends?"
Ying Zuoying paused and chuckled, "Our two Belarusian friends have always missed their hometown deeply. As friends, should we fulfill their wishes?"
"Understood."
Ying Zuoying waved her hand, and Hao Er immediately bowed, turned and left.
"Cheng Jun." Ying Zuoying gritted her teeth and squeezed out a weird smile, "I really want to kill you. If I don't kill you, I will feel very uncomfortable. Unfortunately, I am a soldier.
"
"Kage Zuoying, you have endured too much and sacrificed too much for the benefit of the empire." Ying Zuoying took a sip of wine, shook his head and sighed.
"All for the empire!" His expression suddenly turned serious, and he let out a harsh, weird laugh.
The laughter stopped suddenly and became quiet.
Ying Zuoying twisted his head and made a clicking sound. He walked towards the window expressionlessly, pushed open the window, stretched out his hand, and felt the cold raindrops.
Then he frowned and took back his hand.
He hates the rainy days in Shanghai.
"I really miss the heavy snow in Manchuria."
After staying in Manchuria for less than two years, he fell in love with it.
Maybe, when the empire fully occupies Shanghai, I will like the rainy days in Shanghai.
…
The fear that the morning's gunfight brought to people's hearts has not dissipated, but Yandri is still stubbornly lively.
The voices of the neighbors in the alley, the smell of sulfur from incompletely burned coal briquettes, and the quarrels between Aunt Ma and Zhao Laowen.
The sound reaches my ears.
Bang bang.
There was a knock on the second floor window.
Cheng Qianfan opened the window and saw a small bowl of fried jelly beans placed on the window sill. He glanced into the distance and saw a half-grown monkey nimbly climbing over the eaves.
A warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
About ten minutes later, Cheng Qianfan opened the door when he heard movement at the door.
"Hey, why don't I have one at home?" Cheng Qianfan asked, pointing to the half-grown boy holding many wicker sticks in his hand.
"Hmph." The young man snorted, "Every time my father hits me, Brother Fan won't help me, so I won't give it to you."
"You boy."
Seeing Cheng Qianfan coming out, the neighbors wanted to express their concern but were also a little scared.
Everyone heard that Cheng Qianfan shot and killed someone.
Although the attacker was the gunman who was killed, for these ordinary people, killing someone is a big deal.
Finally, Aunt Ma temporarily made a truce with Zhao Laowen and was the first to bravely come over to ask questions.
I heard Cheng Qianfan say that a bullet almost hit his face.
Aunt Ma jumped to her feet exaggeratedly and shouted, "Thanks to God's blessing, such a handsome young man almost lost his appearance."
"That's a disgraceful thing." Zhao Laowen shouted.
It was like opening a box, and old neighbors came one after another to express their concerns.
Seeing that Cheng Qianfan looked the same as usual, the cheerful atmosphere in the alley became more sincere.
"You kid, put wicker sticks in my house." Before leaving the house, Cheng Qianfan glared at the young man and swore, "Next time, I will help you."
Everyone laughed. They knew that Cheng Qianfan was just teasing this stupid boy. This stupid boy fell for the trick every time and never tired of it.
Cheng Qianfan was walking in the alley, looking at the wicker sticks stuck in the doors of every house, and he felt an inexplicable and uncomfortable emotion surging in his chest:
Tomorrow is the Qingming Festival.
…
As soon as he walked out of the alley, Cheng Qianfan caught a glimpse of Boss Tao riding his bicycle from the entrance of the alley.
His expression changed.
Half an hour later, Cheng Qianfan met Song Fuguo and Boss Tao at a tavern.
"Team leader, why are you looking for me at this time?" Cheng Qianfan asked in a low voice.
"What's wrong?" Song Fuguo asked immediately when he saw Cheng Qianfan's serious expression.
Cheng Qianfan told the story of being ambushed in the morning in simple and clear words.
"What, you were ambushed by the Russians?" Song Fuguo was shocked, but soon he showed a puzzled look, "It doesn't make sense, why would the Russians attack you?"
"I also find it puzzling." Cheng Qianfan frowned and said, "The patrol room caught Soviet spies. However, the patrol officers from the Political Division were involved in that operation, and I was not among them."
He paused, shook his head and said, "If the Red Party Teko wants to kill me, it is possible. After all, I personally captured the Red Party, and the Soviet Russians attacked me. I really can't figure it out."
"I will investigate this matter." Song Fuguo said in a deep voice. He glanced at Cheng Qianfan and said with concern, "If I hadn't seen that you were not injured with my own eyes, but had learned the news from elsewhere, I would have been extremely anxious."
"Thank you, team leader, for your concern." Cheng Qianfan had a smile on his face.
"I'm here to see you for something," Song Fuguo said with a serious expression.
"Team leader, please give me your instructions." Cheng Qianfan said seriously, "Serve the country, but if you are driven, you will never say anything."
"Very good." Song Fuguo nodded with satisfaction, "The organization needs to establish your file. You write a self-report material."
As he spoke, Song Fuguo smiled. Hidden behind his smile, his eyes were firmly fixed on Cheng Qianfan's face.
"Okay." Cheng Qianfan nodded without any hesitation, "I can hand it over to the team leader tonight."
"No rush." Song Fuguo smiled and waved his hand, "No need to leave it to me. No need to write it now. You can write it when you get to Hangzhou and hand it to the organization in person."
"Going to Hangzhou?" Cheng Qianfan looked shocked.