Chapter 1, Li Xingshe
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April, 1935. Songhu. Minhang. South Street.
The roadside. There stood a young policeman wearing a black police uniform. He seemed to be in a daze. He seemed to be feeling emotional again.
His name is Zhang Yong, and he is as mediocre as his name suggests. Nothing special, just ordinary.
He was silently looking at everyone passing by.
Seems to be looking for something.
It seems like nothing is found.
He came from later generations. It also comes with a game system: Command and Conquer.
A very old game. Build a base. Gather resources. Explosive troops. Flat A.
The problem is, there is no war in Songhu now!
So, the only useful thing is the radar map. But the scanning radius is only 100 meters.
If there is an enemy within 100 meters, it will be displayed.
This enemy is very clear. That''s Japanese.
No matter how the other party pretends to be.
Suddenly…
Zhang Yong''s eyes narrowed.
He set his sights on a rickshaw driver. Because the radar map showed that this rickshaw driver was actually Japanese.
?How strange that a rickshaw driver is actually Japanese?
The key thing is that he also took along an officer of the national army. The military rank seems to be major?
It feels like something is wrong.
Following behind calmly.
??The rickshaw driver was found parked near the security headquarters.
The major officer got out of the car. Entered the security headquarters. The rickshaw driver immediately returned empty-handed. No more soliciting.
It is working time now, and only people are arriving at the door of the security headquarters. No one left. There is no business in rickshaws. Returning empty is also normal. Zhang Yong didn''t feel unusual.
?Until he followed the rickshaw driver back to an alley, he found that the rickshaw driver had actually gone home and hadn''t left the house for a long time. The rickshaw also took me home. That''s when it felt wrong. Are you not doing business anymore? It’s rush hour now!
The online ride-hailing industry in future generations will be unable to do anything else at this time. Make huge profits from temporary price increases. You don’t make any money? He actually hid back at home? Something is wrong. Something is wrong. Something is very wrong...
Suddenly I felt someone tapping my shoulder.
At the same time, I felt something pressing against my back.
Looking back in shock.
See a vulture''s face.
Three-cornered eyes with deep-set eye sockets. He doesn''t look like a good person at first glance.
"what…"
“Want to die?”
"I…"
?Zhang Yong tried to struggle, but then broke into a cold sweat.
He suddenly reacted. What was pressed against his back seemed to be a gun? Is it the barrel?
faint…
He was held at gunpoint.
?Countless possibilities flashed through my mind instantly. Shot. torture. Water prison, soldering iron...
Feeling hot in my crotch. Almost incontinent.
"You, 伱, don''t, don''t..." The voice was trembling. Trembling all over. Scared.
Being pointed at a gun!
?The identity of the other party is unknown.
Fortunately, there are no markings on the radar map. It means you are not Japanese.
??If the other party is Japanese, he can''t even imagine...
"what are you doing here?"
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“Who are you looking at?”
“One, one, rickshaw driver…”
“Why are you staring at him?”
“Strange, strange…”
Zhang Yong was very nervous.
He knew his life was at stake.
?The opponent only needs to pull the trigger...
No, no need to pull the trigger. All he needs to do is gently pull the knife on his neck...
Or just break his fragile neck...
Or maybe insert a knife into the heart...
??In movies and TV dramas, there are so many ways to plot and kill people. So scary…
“Boy, we are from the Lixingshe Secret Service.”
“Ah, ah, ah…”
Zhang Yong suddenly turned pale.
Li Xingshe Secret Service!
Military control…
Boss Dai…
I actually encountered this group of the most terrifying plague gods.
No wonder I am so scared. Who is not afraid?
He doesn’t want to die yet…
“What? Are you scared?”
"I…"
“Say. What are you doing here?”
“That rickshaw driver is Japanese. He just took a national army officer to the garrison headquarters, and then went home. He stopped doing business. I felt very suspicious. So I wanted to see what happened..."
“How do you know the rickshaw driver is Japanese?”
“He is Japanese. He must be. I have a special sense of smell for Japanese people.”
Zhang Yong affirmed his judgment.
No, it’s the judgment of the radar map. It can''t be wrong.
?That rickshaw driver is definitely Japanese.
Must be Japanese. He is now standing on the edge of a ten thousand-foot cliff. He will fall down at any time, his body will be broken into pieces, and he will never be able to survive.
When he heard the words Lixingshe Secret Service, he knew that something was serious.
What does Lixingshe do?
Must be here to catch Japanese spies.
?He is keeping an eye on this rickshaw driver, and Lixingshe must be keeping an eye on him as well.
Once you are regarded as an accomplice of the Japanese. He''s dead.
The Lixingshe Secret Service will never show mercy when it comes to dealing with Japanese spies. The military commander was very cruel to the Japanese invaders.
“Where are you from the police?”
“Nan, South Street Branch…”
“Who is your boss?”
"Wang Zhiqiang, Zhou Baosheng, Tang Wande..."
“Where is home?”
“No. 73, Food Street…”
“Who is at home?”
“An old woman. Two sisters…”
“How much salary were you paid last month?”
“Seven, seven yuan…”
“Which bank is it from?”
“Central bank…”
“Is it enough?”
“Not enough…”
Zhang Yong blurted out. Then something didn''t feel right.
This question. It doesn''t seem to make any sense. But I didn’t dare to say anything. Answer honestly.
It’s really not enough.
Seven dollars. Nothing can be done.
The banknotes these days are worthless. Only the ocean is the most popular.
Seven yuan banknotes have less purchasing power than an ocean. It''s a pity that a small-time police officer like him can''t have a big life.
At this time, legal tender has not yet been issued, and there are only messy banknotes.
Suddenly I felt my back relax.
The middle-aged man took away the pistol.
I breathed a sigh of relief immediately. Not so scared anymore.
“Go check it out!” said the middle-aged man with triangular eyes. At the same time, he inserted the pistol back into his waist.
“Yes.” Someone immediately agreed and left.
?Zhang Yong then discovered that there were seven men in gray behind him.
They all wore dark gray tunic suits.
Everyone carries a gun. Among them were two machine guns. Looks like a Yankee Thomson?
Good guy. Such a powerful weapon was used. This kind of gun feels like it will be fine on the battlefield.
“Tell me, why did this rickshaw driver go home?”
"I don''t know. Anyway, he must be very rich. Otherwise, he will definitely go out and continue to solicit customers. This is the time when there are the most customers. In one morning, he can earn several cents."
“So, he’s not a normal rickshaw driver, right?”
“He is Japanese.”
“How do you determine that he is Japanese?”
“I can tell for sure. I can smell them.”
Zhang Yong insisted.
The middle-aged man with triangular eyes said nothing. Smoking silently.
Zhang Yong does not smoke and is disgusted with the smell of smoke. But dare not move. They were all vicious people from Lixingshe, and he didn''t want to provoke them.
?The rickshaw driver never came out. Maybe sleeping?
Sleeping in broad daylight is either committing adultery or stealing.
“He had normal solicitations yesterday. But not today.”
"ah?"
Zhang Yong opened his mouth.
That’s…
At a loss. Don''t know how to analyze it.
"Actually, we have been watching him for five days. There was nothing unusual in the first four days."
"oh…"
Zhang Yong did not dare to say anything more.
There are many mistakes if you say too much. If there is a misunderstanding, you will be sent to enjoy the tiger bench.
He couldn''t bear any of the tortures imposed by the military commander.
Fortunately, he is not a spy. There are no secrets either. Otherwise, they will definitely be recruited.
“But we didn’t know he was Japanese before…”
“He is Japanese.”
Zhang Yong’s voice was weak. But very serious.
This matter is definitely correct. This rickshaw driver must be Japanese.
If not, he eats the system.
“It would be interesting if he was really Japanese…”
The middle-aged man with triangular eyes is talking to himself.
Zhang Yong could hear a deep sense of eeriness in his tone.
It’s so scary…
?These people are deadly.
Even the Japanese would definitely have a hard time if they fell into their hands.
Silence.
wait.
The rickshaw driver never came out.
The time gradually passes by one hour.
Khan, I was scolded so much. At the beginning of this book, legal currency has not yet been issued. The banknotes mentioned here are not legal tender.
(End of this chapter)