Chapter 34 Such a simple truth, don't you understand?
Out of control.
The kite string holding Sun Wanwan in Mr. Zhong's hand broke.
He never imagined that Sun Wanwan, who had been submissive to him in prison and dominated Harbin on his own after being released, would show his fangs one day.
He walked slowly back to the business store, entered the general manager's office, and frowned at the two men inside.
"Feel sorry."
This was the first time he had said similar words to these two people, and the frustration was excruciating.
"...I have lost control of Sun Wanwan, which also means I have lost all sources of news on the streets of Harbin."
He shrugged. He learned this action from these two foreign devils, and now he returned it.
Chekov looked back and said: "Zhong, you have lost nothing."
"It's like we never had Harbin."
Chekhov came over with a pipe in his hand in a soothing manner, slowly approached him and put his hand on his shoulder: "The old people in our country told me that the more frustrated people are, the less they should question it.
If you do that, you will look down on yourself more and more, and eventually you will never be able to get up."
"Have you been to our country?"
"There are many drunkards under a bridge in St. Petersburg. Before they became street beggars, many of them were very capable. However, what made this group of people become like this was probably an unprecedented failure.
Their lives were completely ruined under similar blows."
"You don't want to be like that, right?"
Zhong raised his head and glanced at him.
Chekov reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "Then cheer up."
After saying this, he turned to another foreigner: "Old man, our Cheka seems to have never been ridiculed like this, right?"
"What are you going to do?" the other party asked with a smile.
"This Sun Wanwan doesn't seem to know who he has offended. I'm starting to wonder if the reputation of the Communist International is no longer useful in the Northeast."
"Old man, ever since we withdrew our troops from the Northeast... no, to be precise, it was the moment we lost the war with Japan. This group of Northeastern people who love to classify others in their hearts have begun to feel that we are
What you call a bunch of beggars."
"Should we teach them a lesson?"
“A lesson you’ll never forget?”
"certainly."
"Just do it, it's time."
He walked out, like a brown bear in the Siberian snowfields, breathing heavily and looking ferocious.
…
"That foreigner didn't come back?"
Sun Wanwan frowned inexplicably while listening to the report of his subordinates in Huihai Tower.
He was sure that this woman had no one he knew in Harbin, and he was sure that she could only rely on himself. But why did this woman disappear when he clearly owed her a promise?
People are the most unpredictable people in the world.
Sun Wanwan didn't think about it anymore. He had more important things to think about, which were the conditions the Japanese had put forward for him in the extra-high school course.
When he walked into the gendarmerie, the Japanese were very enthusiastic. An officer took him to visit the underground cell of the gendarmerie. Sun Wanwan watched with his own eyes a Japanese executioner nailing bamboo sticks into the fingers of anti-Manchu anti-Japanese elements.
Within one punishment period, the man was made to faint three times.
The Japanese explained: "The purpose of nailing bamboo sticks into people's hands is not to lift the nails, but to cause comminuted fractures in the fingers through the action of 'nailing', which will cause excruciating pain."
Sun Baiwan watched the entire punishment without saying a word. During the entire punishment process, the Japanese did not ask any questions to the anti-Manchu and anti-Japanese element, but the man did not give any answers. There was such a tacit understanding.
It ended everything, leaving his head full of wailing and the Japanese's twisted face.
Later, Sun Wanwan was taken to the office of the Gendarmerie's Special Higher Education Division. He could not see the section chief, but the team leader met him.
"You designed the Four Tigers of the Xu family. I'm afraid it won't be long before Xu Damafang will send killers into Harbin to kill you. What do you want us to do?"
This sentence asks whether you, Sun Wanwan, want to be a friend or an enemy of the Japanese. If you are a friend, they will solve this problem. If you are an enemy, I am afraid they will tie you up and wait for someone with a big stick to come over.
You lit the sky lantern.
Sun Wanwan gritted his teeth: "I need to think about it."
This was the first time he said this sentence today, but every subsequent communication, he could only use this sentence to deal with it.
"Okay, as long as you don't value your own life, I have no objection."
"By the way, where's the M1918?"
Sun Wanwan didn't make a sound.
"Within three days, you have to put him on my desk, including all the bullets. During this period, I don't want to hear the second gunshot; when you send the gun, you'd better buy it."
Everything about the firearms has been written down in written documents and placed here, including how you met the gun dealer, how you purchased the firearms, and whether you can contact these people..."
The Japanese man said very plainly, but suddenly slapped the table hard: "Within the control of the Japanese, we will never allow any German guns or Soviet-style weapons to appear!"
You really can't figure out what's wrong with him, he's so surprised.
"Go back."
When the last sentence is finished, the person will not listen to your answer at all. In the other person's mind, there is no difference at all whether you answered or not.
Sun Wanwan was stunned for a moment.
The Japanese raised his head and asked doubtfully: "Could it be that you have already thought about it? That's good. Tell me where Xu Ruifeng and the anti-Manchu anti-Japanese elements are."
"Goodbye." Sun Wanwan turned around and left!
The Japanese looked at his back and smiled sinisterly. He knew that Sun Wanwan would definitely come back.
By then, everything left in your stomach will be poured out, otherwise, you will become a corpse in the hands of the Red Party, the Communist International, and some group of people from the Xu Dama Bang.
…
Squeak.
When the signal to knock on the door appeared again, Si Baozi went to open the door. Bai Ling and Lao Yanqiang stood at the door one behind the other, looking at the cook in the yard in a daze.
"Why is she here!"
This was Bai Ling's first reaction. Then she quickly turned around, closed the door, and asked Xu Ruifeng, "What's going on!"
Before Xu Ruifeng could answer, Bai Ling opened his mouth again: "The gunshots in the city were not caused by you again, were they?"
again!
Bai Ling was driving Xu Ruifeng and his gang crazy. It was the first time he had brought in such an underground worker who could act like a monster. They seemed to feel uncomfortable even if they didn't cause trouble for a day.
After glancing at the chef, Xu Ruifeng stood up and let Bai Ling into the room. After explaining everything clearly, he lowered his head for the first time and said: "I owe her a favor, help her out of Harbin, starting today.
, I will never cause any trouble again.”
What else could he get into?
Now that we have the gun, we just need to wait for news from the organization.
Bai Ling glanced outside the room: "I can't make the decision."
This time, she rarely confronted Xu Ruifeng and said, "You have to know that this is Harbin, not a crow's nest."
"Is there anything we can do about No. 94?"
"Lao Xu, No. 94 has a job for No. 94. If I report this matter to them and they refuse on the grounds of 'too dangerous' or 'inconvenient', I hope you can be calm enough and understand."
?”
Xu Ruifeng nodded.
"Tell me what happened in the city today."
When Lao Xu described the incident in detail, the moment Bai Ling heard that M1918 was now in the yard, she looked at Xu Ruifeng.
Lao Xu immediately understood the other person's eyes and said: "You know I will not force anyone, and... I will never allow you to talk to others about this matter. I will help her leave Harbin and talk to anyone."
None of it matters in the slightest."
"Where's the gun?" Bai Ling said righteously: "We are doing her such a big favor, so why don't we lend the gun to the head office?"
"Isn't she going to stay away from the battlefield? Even if she needs weapons for self-defense along the way, isn't the Mosin Nagant you just bought not enough? You can't use the M1918, right?"
Xu Ruifeng glared back at Bai Ling's remaining words: "Since you know that we can't go over to eat at the neighbor's stew, you have to understand that when they are eating, don't spit on them through the courtyard wall.
Okay, what does it have to do with us? That old man’s hands are full of high-precision weapons. When we should use Hanyang’s weapons, don’t we also have to pour steel balls into them to kill people?”
"That's not what I meant. Besides, we are not talking about each other."
"Why aren't we next to each other? The chef was tired of killing and just wanted to live a good life. But the reality made me get kicked out of the pastry shop, and Sun Wanwan was deceived by Sun Wanwan. Now, you want to take advantage of me to beg.
You do something and get the M1918 from someone else’s hand. If this spreads to the ears of other idiots, who are we in the Northeast?"
"Bai Ling, everything else is easy to talk about, but there is no need to talk about this matter."
After saying that, Xu Ruifeng went out, walked to the chef, picked up the gun case, and said: "You can live here, don't worry about everything." After that, he led the chef back to the room.
