The French Concession Political Office seemed to take this operation very seriously, and specially dispatched trucks from the "armored convoy" to support it.
Yes, although the "armored convoy" of the Political Department is named "armored", it does not really include armored vehicles. It refers to cars, which are divided into truck classes and car classes.
Three military trucks roared out of the gate of the central patrol house and then went their separate ways.
This is a rare "big operation" to arrest red party members in the French Concession since the end of last year.
At the end of last year, the national government and various leasing authorities jointly carried out a large-scale manhunt with "brilliant results". A large number of active Red Party figures were "arrested", especially the Jiangsu Provincial Party Committee and the Shanghai Special Branch were uncovered. This has caused the Central Committee of the Red Party and the local Red Party in Shanghai to be "arrested".
Contact with the organization is completely interrupted.
The French Concession authorities, especially the Political Office, were very satisfied with this. They believed that due to the severe crackdowns by the Kuomintang and the joint pursuit of the concession patrols, the Red Party's organizations in Shanghai had almost disappeared, or the remaining three or two kittens had also been eliminated.
Forced into hibernation.
This is the first large-scale arrest of red party members in the French Concession this year.
Cheng Qianfan was nervous and confused. He didn't know what was happening. Was this a sign that a new round of large-scale manhunts was about to begin?
He still had doubts and worries in his mind. He was wondering whether there was any connection between today's actions and Lao Liao's sacrifice yesterday.
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The truck was driving fast, and pedestrians on the street looked at the murderous police officers, inevitably pointing and showing panic and suspicion.
In the whole of Greater Shanghai, leasehold is a rare area with relatively good security. If the chaotic situation in the concession worsens, everyone's life will be even more difficult.
Cheng Qianfan took out a pack of three forts and spread them around.
Everyone took it with laughter.
In the patrol, it cannot be said 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 ended up in everyone's mouths.
When paying wages, I would occasionally invite everyone to have a toothpaste ceremony.
They are all on patrol, and all three religions and five factions are involved, and each has its own unique way of making money.
No one is short of these two dollars, all they want is this attitude.
Xiao Cheng knows how to be a good person.
Of course, the most important thing is that Xiao Cheng is not without his feet in the patrol room.
Who wouldn't like someone who has a heel background and can be a good person?
…
Liu Bo was a long-time smoker. He would finish a cigarette after two puffs, so Cheng Qianfan 'forced' the remaining half pack of cigarettes to him.
"Be careful when you first take action." Liu Bo said, this man is a good person, he often receives filial piety from Cheng Qianfan, and he also takes good care of him.
"There are photos and addresses. It's never been so easy before. It's okay." Cheng Qianfan said nonchalantly.
"Nonggang is special." Liu Bo lowered his voice and gestured with a pistol, "You know how to cut, don't be too hot and faint."
Shooting is not allowed here, but there is no guarantee that the other party may have a gun. This operation may seem easy, but in fact it is more dangerous than before.
"I understand." Cheng Qianfan nodded gratefully.
"Old He, you are preventing Xiao Cheng from making meritorious deeds." A patrol officer said angrily.
"For meritorious service, what kind of merit are you doing? Be careful not to lose your life and enjoy it." Liu Bo glared and cursed, "Old Mo, if you want to do meritorious service, you should do it first."
"Ala is kind-hearted, don't you think so, Xiao Cheng." Lao Mo said with a smile.
"Brother Mo also means well, I know that." Cheng Qianfan's expression remained unchanged and he smiled.
He understands these colleagues in his heart.
Others are not as kind as Liu Bo, and would especially tell young Cheng Qianfan to pay attention to safety.
However, I would not harm him intentionally.
This Lao Mo is the most useless person. He used to smoke his cigarettes and take advantage of him. Later, after the relationship deteriorated due to some trivial matters, this guy was even more indifferent to others.
This was intentional to provoke Cheng Qianfan, hoping that Cheng Qianfan would be the first to rush forward and block the bullet.
He Guan winked at Cheng Qianfan, meaning he wanted to find an opportunity to mess with Lao Mo.
Cheng Qianfan glanced at this guy angrily, which meant that he wasn't being implicated by you.
Cheng Qianfan and Lao Mo originally had no dispute, but He Guan and Lao Mo had a conflict over some bullshit matters, so Cheng Qianfan naturally wanted to side with He Guan and help.
Lao Mo probably felt that Cheng Qianfan's heels were of no relevance and he had to pick the weak ones, so he and Cheng Qianfan shouldered them instead.
Cheng Qianfan's heart suddenly moved.
He looked up at the sky and complained, "It's going to rain."
He Guan received the message: It depends on the situation, it can be done.
…
Several policemen were talking about how beautiful a new dancer named Pitao was in the big world. Her eyebrows, breasts, and butt, wow.
This topic was Lao Mo's favorite, and he no longer stared at Cheng Qianfan and secretly stirred things up.
Cheng Qianfan looked at the situation outside the car, thoughtfully.
At the same time, in a Shikumen house on Father Jin Road.
"Team leader, I lost him, please punish me."
Song Fuguo didn't say anything. He stared at the map for a long time and asked coldly, "Where was it lost? Tell me carefully."
"The other party came out of the back door of the Japanese Consulate in Shanghai, and we followed him all the way to the French Concession..." The team member quickly cheered up and recalled carefully.
"The route is circled." Song Fuguo pointed at the map.
Here, Cheng Qianfan and He Guan were bragging and talking, but their minds were thinking about today's actions.
He was not sure whether the people in the photo were comrades in the party.
I just think this possibility is very high.
As the destination gets closer.
He became more and more worried, but his expression, behavior, words and deeds remained normal.
He can only act according to the circumstances without revealing his identity.
Yes, if there is nothing he can do, he can only watch the people in the photo being arrested, and he may even have to arrest his own comrades himself.
This is the incomparable cruelty and complexity of the underground struggle.
Join the revolution without hesitation and devote your life and everything to the great cause of redism and national liberation.
The suffering Chinese nation, the great Chinese nation, needs blood and fighting to drive away the darkness. For this reason, he is willing to spread his blood all over the earth.
He was not afraid of sacrificing his life.
He is even more willing to sacrifice himself to save his comrades.
But he couldn't make such a sacrifice.
The organization needs him to continue to lurk. Without receiving orders from the organization, any unauthorized actions that may expose himself are strictly prohibited.
This is not cold-blooded. Only strict organizational discipline can preserve the vast majority of comrades and adapt to the increasingly cruel struggle situation.
Never talk about sacrifice lightly, and never be stingy with sacrifice!
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Under the gaze of everyone, Cheng Qianfan never found any opportunity to warn in advance.
The entrance to Room 312 of Shuanglongfang Apartment.
The policemen looked nervous and made final preparations.
"Jin Tou, we have arranged it. There is someone under the window. Don't worry about him jumping out of the window. This kid has no way to go to heaven or earth." Ma Yishou reported to Jin Kemu in a low voice.
"Old Mo." Jin Kemu whispered.
"Jin Tou, look at it." Lao Mo said with a smile, this guy has a good skill in sliding doors and picking locks. According to Lao Mo's own boast, there is no door in Shanghai that he can't open.
