Three military trucks roared out of the gate of the central police station and walked in separate roads.
Cheng Qianfan stood in the carriage, and the cold wind of the spring blew on his face.
He pretended to casually glanced at his colleagues around him, yawned, but his heart sank.
There are no military trucks in the police station, and there are no signs to use these big guys who eat oil.
These military cards were obviously drawn from the "truck shift" of the "armored convoy" under the Political Department.
Cheng Qianfan began to get a little nervous.
Lao Liao suddenly exposed, and his sacrifice made him lose the Joiner.
Now the next day, the police station suddenly launched such a "big fight" operation. Cheng Qianfan didn't know if these two things had some connection.
...
Cheng Qianfan felt his heart beating faster and his palms were sweating due to nervousness. He took a deep breath and told himself to calm down.
The man in the photo, who is the target of this operation?
Is it my own comrade?
It is very likely that yes, he said to himself in his heart.
What Cheng Qianfan now thinks is to save his comrades from the enemy's bloody capture as much as possible while protecting himself from being exposed.
Lao Liao's blood, the tragic scene of Lao Liao's sacrifice yesterday, pierced his heart like a needle.
The truck passed an intersection, which was a wind vent. The wind and sand and dust blew up. Cheng Qianfan subconsciously closed his eyes. He seemed to see the man in the photo just now being arrested, interrogated, and even lying in a pool of blood.
Cheng Qianfan grabbed the car railing with his hands so hard that he really didn't want to see Lao Liao's tragedy happening in front of him again.
Lao Liao's last smile appeared in his mind, which made Cheng Qianfan's heart hurt even more.
...
The truck was driving fast, and pedestrians on the street looked at the murderous policemen, and they could not help but point fingers, showing panic and suspicion.
In the entire Greater Shanghai, the Concession is a rare area with relatively good public security. If the chaos in the Concession worsens, everyone's life will be even more difficult.
Cheng Qianfan took out a bag of three cannons and scattered them around.
Everyone took it with a smile.
On the tour, it is impossible to say that everyone likes Cheng Qianfan, at least everyone has a good impression of this young man.
The young man knows etiquette.
Most of the cigarettes in the pockets are in everyone's mouth.
When paying, I occasionally ask everyone to have a tooth sacrifice.
They are all policemen, and there are many involvement in the three religions and five affairs, and their methods of making money have their own advantages.
No one wants these two money, this attitude is what he wants.
Xiao Cheng knows how to be a human being.
Of course, there is another important reason:
Xiao Cheng is not without his feet in the police station.
Who doesn’t like having a background and being good at being a human being?
Cheng Qianfan chatted with everyone without a trace, and he wanted to test whether any of his colleagues knew the identity and action plan of the target of this action.
Everyone was also surprised and curious about this action.
At the end of last year, the large-scale search between the State Government and the authorities in various concessions was a "glorious result". A large number of active Red Party figures were subsequently arrested, especially the cracks of the Jiangsu Provincial Committee of the Red Party and the Shanghai Special Branch were cracked, which has completely interrupted the liaison between the Red Party Central Committee and the local Red Party organizations in Shanghai.
The French Concession authorities, especially the Political Department, were very satisfied with this. They believed that under the severe crackdown of the National Party and the joint pursuit of the Concession Police, the Red Party's organization in Shanghai almost disappeared or the remaining three or two kittens were forced to enter a hibernation period.
The police station has not participated in the arrest of the Red Party for a while since then.
...
Some speculate that this man is an important figure in the Red Party.
"Would you like to use your brain?" Someone disagreed, "I think this little red man is a young man of the Red Party boss. Oh, it's amazing, yes, maybe he is the son of a big boss."
This statement has been relatively recognized by most people, including Cheng Qianfan. At least it is much more reliable than guessing that "young men are important figures in the Red Party."
Cheng Qianfan made up his mind and said that Big Head Lu could be the Inspector.
"Xiao Cheng is a sure thing." Big Head Lu laughed proudly.
Cheng Qianfan laughed and was about to speak when he turned a corner at a crossroads. The driver did not brake and the carriage was suddenly tilted. He Guan pretended to be cool and did not grab the handrail. If Cheng Qianfan hadn't grabbed it, the kid would have to break his head.
"Nemo, I'm rushing to reincarnate." He Guan angrily slapped the iron sheet on the roof of the car and cursed.
"You stupid guy, shut up!" Jin Kemu's roar came from the cab.
Everyone held it back, but they wanted to laugh but didn't dare. Someone was so worried that they were so good that the convertible car smelled fast.
The person driving was the inspector Jin Kemu, He Guan’s uncle...
...
Cheng Qianfan was also holding back his laughter, but he felt quite regretful. From everyone's mouth, he did not find any valuable information. Everyone, like him, did not understand this action, at least in this way.
At the same time, he secretly remembered the place where he had turned sharply.
Liu Bo is an old cigarette gun, and he disappeared with one cigarette and two puffs. Cheng Qianfan directly "forced" the remaining half of the cigarette to him.
"When you act for a while, be careful." Liu Bo said. This person is a good person and is often respected by Cheng Qianfan and is more caring for him.
"I have photos and addresses, and I have never acted so easily, it's okay." Cheng Qianfan said indifferently.
"Nonggang." Liu Bo lowered his voice and made a pistol gesture, "Be careful, don't be stupid."
The shooting is not allowed here, but it is impossible to prevent the other party from having a gun. This action seems very easy, but in fact the danger is greater than before.
"I know." Cheng Qianfan nodded gratefully.
"Old Liu, you are stopping Xiao Cheng from making meritorious contributions." A policeman said sarcastically.
"What kind of merits have you made? Be careful not to have life to enjoy it." Liu Bo glared and cursed, "Old Mo, if you want to make merits, you can go first."
"Ala is kind, do you think so, Xiao Cheng?" Lao Mo said with a chuckle.
"Brother Mo is kind, I know." Cheng Qianfan's face remained unchanged and he said with a smile.
...
He understood these colleagues in his heart.
Others are not as kind as Liu Bo, and they will especially remind themselves, a young man, to be careful.
However, he would not intentionally harm him.
This old man is the most unfamiliar thing. He smoked his cigarettes a lot before and ate his hosts. Later, after his relationship deteriorated due to some small matters, this guy ate it all and was even more unfamiliar.
This was intentionally arousing Cheng Qianfan, and he wanted him to rush forward like a naughty man to block the gun hole.
He Guan smiled and shook his eyes at Cheng Qianfan, which meant whether to find an opportunity to mess with Lao Mo.
Cheng Qianfan looked at this guy with annoyance, which means he was not implicated by you.
Cheng Qianfan and Lao Mo had no conflicts at all, but He Guan and Lao Mo had a conflict over some bullshit things.
Cheng Qianfan has been trying to get closer to Jin Kemu by making friends with him, so he naturally has to stand on Heguan's side to help.
This old man probably felt that Cheng Qianfan’s feet were not as good as that. He wanted to pick up the soft persimmons, but instead took it with Cheng Qianfan.
Cheng Qianfan's heart was moved at this moment.
He looked up at the sky and complained, "It's going to rain."
He Guan received the message: It depends on the situation, you can do it.
Several policemen changed to a more popular topic and talked about how beautiful a dancer named Peach came to the world, with their eyebrows, breasts, butts.
Old Mo likes this topic the most and no longer stares at Cheng Qianfan and makes trouble.
Cheng Qianfan looked at the situation outside the car and thought.
...
At the same time, in a Shikumen house on Father Jin Road.
"Team leader, I lost the person. You should punish me."
Song Fuguo didn't say anything. He stared at the map for a long time and asked coldly, "Where did you lose it? Say it carefully."
"The other party came out of the back door of the Japanese Consulate Building in Shanghai, and we followed and arrived at the French Concession..." The team members quickly cheered up and recalled carefully.
"The route is out." Song Fuguo pointed to the map.