In the vegetable cellar, Okinets, who had been tied up hand and foot, had not yet woken up, and the chef stood beside him and said very seriously.
Xu Ruifeng also gave a very formal explanation: "They are here to kill you. They have a gun and the bullets are loaded. What else can they do? I pretend I can't see you?"
"I appreciate it."
Facing the chef's words, Xu Ruifeng smiled, and as if treating a man, he stretched out his fist and gave the chef a light hammer on the shoulder.
The chef stood there and said slowly: "But based on my understanding of the Cheka, after going through this incident, no matter what the outcome is, they will set you as an equal target to me and harass you endlessly.
"
"What does this mean?"
"For the Cheka, they only have one kind of 'target' in their eyes, which is those who still exist in this world. Once someone becomes the target of the Cheka, unless there is substantial evidence to prove that you are dead, anyone who appears will
The Secret Service personnel performing missions in your location will set you as a secondary target, regardless of whether there is an official mission."
Xu Ruifeng took a deep breath: "Your people are quite capable."
The chef shook his head: "The elimination of targets is itself an honor for the Cheka. This is how they motivate soldiers, and they will even hold unofficial celebrations for special service personnel who eliminate non-mission targets. When I was still in Siberia, I should have been
The Secret Service officer who has attended the most private celebration banquets."
"What?"
"It means that from this moment on, you have to be on guard against Cheka sneak attacks at all times. I advised you not to get involved, but you didn't believe it."
The eldest son Xu waved his hand: "You didn't say that Zhengyi will be with you for the rest of your life." Xu Ruifeng joked.
"It's not too late to regret now. You can leave with everyone else, and then let me kill him, and then wait here for Cheka's revenge. This matter will end at the moment of my death, and I will never mess with you.
How about getting into any trouble?"
Xu Ruifeng only replied with one word, a word that all Northeasterners can understand but is very versatile: "Fuck!"
I have to admit that saying this kind of word to a woman will make a man look very rude. But at this moment, when Xu Ruifeng said this word to the chef, he looked so heroic and had never regretted it.
, making the chef stare at his expression closely, never taking his eyes away for even a second.
She is afraid.
I'm afraid that Xu Ruifeng's righteousness is more or less based on face, the man's face;
She was also afraid that there was a little bit of falsehood in this relationship. After all, since she left Cheka, this woman who looked as strong as a man had never left her emotions and back to anyone.
Fortunately, she met the elder Xu.
In Xu Ruifeng's place, what you do is what you do, there is no fuss; standing up for a friend is standing up for a friend, and it doesn't matter about face.
That calm and unchanged demeanor soothed the chef's heart. She was like a stray cat, begging for emotional warmth and afraid of being hurt.
Bai Ling interjected from the side: "Old Xu, what should we do if we put a living person in the vegetable cellar?" Bai Ling, who had never done such a thing before, had no idea.
"What to do, what to do." He was so familiar with this line of work that he didn't need to think about the next steps.
"Old Xu, you can't act recklessly. What will be the reaction if the Cheka people find out that this man has not returned?"
"He can react however he likes. Oh, if he comes to your door with a gun, I have to cook him two dishes and drink two cups with him? It's enough to keep him alive to save face!"
Bai Ling asked confusedly: "What's the use of keeping him? If we can't do it, we'll have to cause a big problem between the two parties."
"What's the use?" Xu Ruifeng shrugged the tip of his nose: "The meat tickets in my hand are not in vain."
Meat...ticket??
Bai Ling looked at Si Baozi who was holding the tip of the knife on his fingernails: "Did you hear what Lao Xu said?"
Si Baozi nodded normally: "I heard it, meat ticket."
"Don't you think there's something wrong?"
Si Baozi raised his head and looked at Bai Ling dully: "That's not good!"
"Sir, we can't just kidnap meat tickets, do we have to write a post to set a ransom? You can write it down when you feel a little tired, and I'll ask Wang Ming to send it out. Bai Ling is right, we have to do the whole thing.
Already..."
Bai Ling's eyelids almost rolled with anger, that's not what she meant at all!
"Wait a moment!"
Bai Ling raised his hands and let out a scream. He took several deep breaths before adjusting, and said slowly: "Xu Ruifeng, we came to Harbin to assassinate Miki, not to be the king of the mountain. We must put the overall situation first. The overall situation is
Heavy!"
"What you said is correct." Xu Ruifeng nodded: "That's it, let's let Lao Maozi spy on the Japanese's true and false situation, and use all the information they have about the Japanese army's strategy against China in exchange."
"I……"
Bai Ling waved her hands and walked away. She had completely given up on Xu Ruifeng, the mountain king. Even if he went to the party school, there was no way he could be educated into an upright person. He seemed to be stuck in the shadows for the rest of his life.
.
Regarding this point, Bai Ling may actually be right.
Xu Ruifeng grew up in a dark education. He learned to retaliate in kind. Japanese and Soviet people, as long as you exist as a spy in this land, you are not a good person.
Never mind the doctrine, Lao Xu couldn't understand it, he just knew what it means to be human and worldly.
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Gendarmerie, special high school.
The team leader who met Sun Wanwan carried the documents and walked to the office of Yonekura Shisuke, the director of the Special High School Course. After arranging his military appearance at the door, he knocked on the door.
"Enter."
Hearing this, he walked in.
In the office, a small hot pot was cooking pickled cabbage and tofu. The man sitting in the office did not eat a bite, but watched the hot pot steaming.
The team leader walked over and saluted: "Section Chief, Sun Wanwan has been arranged by me."
"So you have complete information about Soviet spies?"
"No." The team leader explained: "I... have no evidence. They used a Chinese named Zhong to separate the relationship between the upper and lower levels, but..."
"But, you are a Japanese; the Northeast is an area controlled by the empire. In this land, you do not need evidence to handle the case. As long as you catch their people and get a confession through interrogation, you can put the matter on the table.
If we can't get a confession, then it will be Sun Wanwan's revenge, right?"
"That's why you took in a gangster."
The team leader nodded and said, "The section leader is wise."
Ishisuke Yonekura continued to ask: "Then let me tell you what will happen next. First, the Soviet Embassy will lodge a serious protest with the Empire, and it may even cause a huge conflict between the two countries over such a minor incident."
"Do you know how much military expenditure the domestic navy submitted at the last Congress? It was close to 200 million."
"And once our army conflicts with the Soviet Union, if it leads to a war, the military expenditure required is probably more than five times this amount. By then, all the plans of the whole country will be shelved. The reason is just because of you
I arrested several Soviet spies for meritorious service but could not produce any evidence."
"When the blame comes down, you can go to Congress and explain yourself. Don't expect me to save you. I, a small director of Harbin Special High School, can't say a word in such a high-end place as Congress."
When the team leader heard this, he was already sweating on his forehead. He stood upright and didn't dare to move.
"Professor..."
Yonekura Ishisuke handed over a pair of chopsticks, pointed at the hot pot and said, "It's already cooked. Try it."
Japanese people are very experienced in eating tofu, but under such pressure, the team leader actually picked up a chopstick and put it directly into his mouth. As soon as he put it in, the hot soup made him open his mouth again.
, after the tofu was spit out, he said: "It's hot..."
"Chinese people have always used metaphors to educate people. Today I also learned from it. Do you know what it was called just now? It's called being too anxious to eat hot tofu."
Yonekura Ishisuke picked up a piece of tofu and put it on the plate. He squeezed out the soup with chopsticks and let it dry for a while before chewing: "When you want to eat the best delicacies in the world, you must be patient. Sometimes it's like this
Patience is not only given to yourself, but also to the heat. Only when the heat is reached, the delicious food will appear."
"Remember, the cake in front of us now is China. As long as we eat China in one bite, we will naturally become a strong power that even the Soviet Union dare not face up to. That will be the time for us to fight them decisively. Right now, we must first
Feed yourself and get fat, and make sure you are not disturbed during this period."
The team leader tried his best to understand, but still said: "My subordinates don't understand."
Yonekura Shisuke stretched out his hand and pointed at the wall: "Look at the map. If you still can't understand it, get out immediately. My men don't need waste."
On the map, the first part of the Kwantung Army is in Rehe and Chadong; in the northwest of Inner Mongolia, eight divisions of the puppet Mongolian army controlled by the Kwantung Army, about 40,000 people, are also ready; to the east is the puppet Jidong Anti-Communist Autonomous Government
With 17,000 people under his control, the capital city has been surrounded on three sides, with only one bridge left!
The team leader finally understood clearly and said: "Section Chief, isn't this the spiritual pillar of the Chinese people? It is known as the capital city where the emperor guards the country!"
"It's okay, not too stupid."
Yonekura Shisuke smiled and slumped down on the chair, his body like a ball of flesh.
"Destroying this place is equivalent to destroying the backbone of the Chinese people. The Qing Dynasty first captured the north and then the southern Ming Dynasty."
"But before we do this, we must clean up some mosquitoes that are often noisy around our ears. This is the fundamental reason why I have been holding back and letting the Communist International and the Anti-Japanese League people run amok in Harbin. After all,
