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Chapter 9: Exchange Secrets for Peace

In Beiman Prison, outside the iron bed of the cell, Si Baozi was chatting with Wang Dajiang through the small window of the iron door.

"Sibaozi, you must have not followed our Master Xu to death as a monster, otherwise, you will suffer the consequences."

Si Baozi glanced at him. It seemed that he was no longer tired of bragging about Xu Ruifeng to the prison guards these days. Especially after Lao Xu gave him the opportunity to clean up Qu Guang, his attitude changed 180 degrees.

"What do you mean?"

Wang Dajiang said slowly: "What else do you mean?"

"Yesterday my father and I went out for a drink, and got into trouble at a foreigner's bar, and ended up drinking too much. I thought it was too far from Wafangdian, so I booked a room for Master Xu in Liuguo...

"

"Then Mr. Xu is so drunk that he can't stand still. Guess what will happen when I take off his clothes?"

"As soon as I touch him, he can stand up immediately as if there are steel bars welded to his body, and he will lift me up when he raises his hand."

"You don't know, you took off the clothes that were covered in vomit for him, and you lost all your strength."

Si Baozi looked at him with a wicked smile on his face: "Just have fun secretly."

"Master Xu can tell at first glance that he has practiced. People who have practiced drinking have lost consciousness, and their attacks are not light or heavy. How many people have saved their lives after drinking too much."

Wang Dajiang quickly agreed: "No!"

"You don't know, when I took off Mr. Xu's clothes, I found a gun stuck in his arm, and it was on fire!"

Wang Dajiang made a 'gun' shape with his fingers and put it on his forehead: "I'm scared to think about it now. If Master Xu had been overly concerned at that time and took it out and killed it for me, how wronged I would have been."

Si Baozi didn't care much and asked: "The gun is stuck in the sleeve?"

"Yes, the design of the thing is also very clever. After fastening the cufflinks, it can just catch the gun. It is not visible from the outside. As long as you use a little force, you can pull the gun out. It is very convenient.

.”

The two of them were chatting, and the pot was boiling in the cell.

"ah!"

After Qu Guang started with a pitiful howl, the whole cell burst into evil laughter.

"What are you shouting for?"

"Master Xu said that I need to treat you. Can scabies be cured if you don't squeeze out the pus?"

The person in the cell next door couldn't bear the annoyance anymore, so he opened his mouth and cursed: "Can you calm down a little so early in the morning?"

Wang Dajiang pointed to the cell and asked, as if he had been used to this scene for a long time: "What are you doing in there?"

Si Baozi stepped aside, and four or five prisoners sat on Qu Guang's body, all busy with their hands.

"Didn't Mr. Xu say to take care of him? Then we must do it well. I will let these little Gadouzi go to Qu Guang's wound every morning to tear off the scab and squeeze out the pus for him again. You also know that,

I don’t like scabies, it always comes back…”

Wang Dajiang shuddered violently. He felt pain hearing these words, and replied: "It's so fucking embarrassing." After that, he was ready to go back to the office. He had to get back to work before Mr. Xu came, right?

Suddenly, a roar from the cell stopped him in his tracks.

"Fourth brother!"

"Fourth brother!!"

"Please, don't let them harm me. I'll trade my secrets with you. Why don't I trade with you!"

Wang Dajiang heard these words and turned around to look at the prison with his hands behind his back. Si Baozi also put his elbow on the window of the iron door and looked back, asking: "What's the secret?"

"You ask Xu Ruifeng to come. Only he is interested in this secret."

Si Baozi was happy: "Are you teasing me?"

"With your behavior, are you worthy of meeting Master Xu?"

Seeing that the people around him wanted to continue, Qu Guang immediately shouted: "I can tell you!"

He was shaking, shaking non-stop. At the moment, he could do anything as long as he didn't let the prisoners continue to hold him down, tearing the scab and squeezing out the pus from the wound.

"Tell me, are you waiting for me to serve you hot food?" After Sibaozi scolded, Qu Guang finally lay on the bed, swallowed, and spoke.

"Didn't I have a foreign company in Beiman before? So in addition to using trucks to transport goods back and forth, there are also several trucks..."

As soon as the chat box was opened, it was shocking. Everyone in the cell did not expect that Qu Guang could hide such a secret in his mouth.

At that time, Xu Ruifeng was still the ground cannon hidden in the dark corner of Beiman, and Qu Guang was the overlord in front of everyone. Since the Japanese sent a batch of emergency supplies from the rear, they quickly mobilized all the trucks in Beiman City as backup

.This truck is carefully tuned. Not only does it need to be used, but the owner must also be registered in place. The most important thing is that the Japanese asked Qu Guang to write down every face. If anything happens, he must come and sit in the car.

Qu Guang was also murmuring at that time, but you still have to rely on the Japanese to do business in Northern Manchuria, so you can only accept it.

He still remembered that it was a dark night when Qu Guang left at the train station loading the goods that the translator had reminded him to 'handle with care' countless times, he saw another truck also leaving from the prison in Beiman.

came out and joined the convoy.

This convoy left Northern Manchuria under the escort of the Japanese army, but its destination was a bit strange. It turned out to be a bandit stronghold that had been swept away.

"Are you telling me a story?" Sibaozi looked at him suspiciously: "Japanese children leave houses all over the city unused and take things out into the wild. Why, waiting for someone to smash the kiln?"

Qu Guang said quickly: "I also suspected it at the time. The problem is that it is really outside the city!"

"Let him talk." Wang Dajiang became interested and came over to listen carefully.

Qu Guang was more imposing at that time than he is now. The Japanese would only talk to him no matter what he did. The problem was that Qu Guang, who was so majestic, was not even allowed to have any followers. Even the people who came to move the goods after the convoy arrived were all Japanese.

soldiers.

After checking everything, the translator took Qu Guang into an underground room similar to a bunker. There were two people in white coats standing in the room. One of the Japanese people was talking to the other Japanese person in Japanese.

What, and the translator standing next to him turned pale during their conversation and was sweating profusely.

Si Baozi cursed: "I'm scaring you."

Qu Guang did not explain: "Afterwards, I also laughed at the translator, but his answer to me was..."

"Do you know what those two Japanese guys are talking about?"

Qu Guang naturally didn't know, and he didn't understand Japanese.

The translator said: "According to experiments, the blood content in the body of ordinary people is about seven to eight percent. The blood content in the body of the person just now is... six kilograms."

Si Baozi gave up immediately, walked over in a few steps, grabbed Qu Guang from the bunk, carried the fat body, and pushed it against the wall with all his body screaming: "What did you say just now?"

, tell me again?"

Qu Guang: "Six kilograms..."

All the prisoners in the cell were lost in thought. Wang Dajiang stood motionless at the door like an electric shock. Only one Shan Pao who didn't quite understand what it meant asked: "Fourth brother, what does this mean?"

An older prisoner next to him gave him a kick: "Where are all the death row prisoners in Beiman?"

Young prisoner: "Didn't the Japanese take him away?"

"What did the Japanese in the village use for their experiments? How did they know that there was this blood in the human body?" He pronounced "blood" in three tones with a Northeastern accent. Then, the young prisoner reflected in less than three words.

Seconds later, he rushed towards the toilet and flushed it...

Wow!

I vomited forward and backward!

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