MTL - My Spy Years-Chapter 38 Go to Hangzhou (recommendation ticket for collection)

  Chapter 38 Going to Hangzhou (recommendation ticket for collection)

   "Koji, tell me your opinion."

   "Shoot decisively."

   "Well—" Ying Zuoying waited for a few seconds, then glanced at Koji, "It's gone?"

   "Yes, Kagezuo-kun." Koji nodded, "Cheng Qianfan has done a good job except decisively pre-empting strikes. In my opinion, the others are extremely stupid."

"oh?"

   "The White Russia we are looking for is even more stupid than Cheng Qianfan." Koji shook his head, showing arrogance, "An ordinary soldier in the empire can kill Cheng Qianfan, a melon."

   "These White Russians are just gang members. How can they be compared with the loyal soldiers of the empire." Ying Zuoying nodded.

He took two steps, looked at Hao Er, and continued, "You are right, Cheng Qianfan's performance has many stupid mistakes in our opinion, but don't you think, for an ordinary policeman, Is this performance enough to deserve an excellent review?"

   "This...it's true, I didn't think carefully." Koji bowed his head and apologized, "From the perspective of an ordinary person, Cheng Qianfan is indeed good, but..."

   "Just what?"

   "Mr. Ying Zuo, we didn't kill Cheng Qianfan this time, we have already scared the snake, and it is not easy to attack him in a short time."

   "Who said I want to kill Cheng Jun?" Ying Zuoying showed surprise, "Cheng Jun has always been friendly to the empire, the Great Japanese Empire welcomes such talented friends, how can you treat friends like you?"

   "But—" Koji saw Kagezuo Ying's playful eyes, and immediately changed his words, "Yes, Kagesa-kun, you are right, I am too superficial."

   "Soviet Russians openly attacked and patrolled the French Concession. The despicable and stupid behavior of the Soviet Russians trampled on peace. Love of peace is the consistent purpose of the empire. Shouldn't our media show solidarity with our French friends?"

  Ying Zuoying paused for a while, then chuckled, "Our two Belarusian friends have always missed their hometown deeply. As friends, should we fulfill their wish?"

"Understood."

  Kage Zuoying waved his hand, Koji immediately bowed, turned and left.

"Cheng Jun." Ying Zuoying gritted her teeth and squeezed out a weird smile, "I really want to kill you, but I'm very uncomfortable if I don't. Unfortunately, I'm a soldier. "

   "Ying Zuoying, you have endured too much and sacrificed too much for the benefit of the empire." Ying Zuoying took a sip of wine, shook her head and sighed.

   "It's all for the empire!" His expression suddenly became serious, and he let out a piercing, weird laugh.

   The laughter stopped abruptly, and there was silence.

  Ying Zuoying twisted his head and made a clicking sound. He walked towards the window expressionlessly, pushed open the window, and stretched out his hand, feeling the cold rain.

   Then he frowned and withdrew his hand.

  He hates the rainy days in Shanghai.

   "I really miss the heavy snow in Manchuria."

   After only staying in 'Manchuria' for less than two years, he fell in love with it.

  Maybe, when the empire fully occupies Shanghai, I will like the rainy weather in Shanghai.

  …

  The fear brought by the gunfight in the morning has not dissipated, but Yandeli is still stubbornly lively.

  The voices of the neighbors in the alley, the smell of sulfur from insufficiently burned briquettes, the quarrel between Aunt Ma and Old Zhao.

  The sound entered the ears.

   Bang Bang.

  The window on the second floor was knocked.

  Cheng Qianfan pushed open the window and saw a small bowl of fried jelly beans on the window sill. Glancing in the distance, he saw a half-sized monkey dexterously climbing over the eaves.

   There was a warm smile on the corner of his mouth.

  About ten minutes later, Cheng Qianfan opened the door when he heard the movement at the door.

   "Hey, why doesn't my house have one?" Cheng Qianfan asked, pointing to the half-sized boy who held a lot of wicker in his hand.

   "Huh." The half-child snorted, "Every time Dad hits me, Brother Fan won't help me, so I won't give it to you."

   "You boy."

  Seeing Cheng Qianfan coming out, the neighbors wanted to express their concern, but also were a little scared.

  Everyone heard that Cheng Qianfan shot and killed someone.

  Although it was the gunman who attacked and killed, for these ordinary people, killing people is a big deal.

  Finally, Aunt Ma had a temporary truce with Zhao Laolan, and she was the first to bravely come over to ask for concern.

  I heard Cheng Qianfan say that the bullet almost hit his face.

  Aunt Ma exaggeratedly jumped and shouted, thanks to God's blessing, such a handsome guy almost lost his appearance.

   "That's a disgraceful thing." Zhao Lao yelled.

  It was as if the box had been opened, and old neighbors came over to express their concerns one after another.

  Seeing that Cheng Qianfan was no different from usual, the cheerful atmosphere in the alley became a little more sincere.

   "Boy, put wicker in my house." Before going out, Cheng Qianfan glared at the middle-aged man and swore, "Next time, I will appoint you."

  Everyone burst out laughing, they knew that Cheng Qianfan was just teasing this foolish boy, this silly boy was always fooled, and never tired of it.

  Cheng Qianfan was walking in the alley, looking at the willows planted on the doors of every house, he felt an inexplicable uncomfortable emotion surging in his chest:

   Tomorrow will be Qingming.

  …

  As soon as he walked out of the alley, Cheng Qianfan caught a glimpse of Boss Tao riding a bicycle from the entrance of the alley.

  His face changed.

   Half an hour later, Cheng Qianfan met Song Fuguo and Boss Tao in a small tavern.

   "Team leader, why are you looking for me at this time?" Cheng Qianfan asked in a low voice.

   "What's wrong?" Song Fuguo asked immediately when he saw Cheng Qianfan's serious expression.

  Cheng Qianfan told the story of being ambushed in the morning in simple and clear words.

   "What, you were ambushed by the Soviet Russians?" Song Fuguo was shocked, but soon he showed a puzzled look, "It doesn't make sense, why did the Soviet Russians attack you?"

   "I also find it puzzling." Cheng Qianfan frowned and said, "The patrol room captured Soviet Russian spies. However, the political department dispatched patrol officers to participate in that operation, and I was not among them."

  He paused, shook his head and said, "If the Red Party Teco wants to kill me, it is possible. After all, I have captured the Red Party with my own hands, and the Soviet Russians attacked me. I really can't figure it out."

   "I will investigate this matter." Song Fuguo said in a deep voice. He glanced at Cheng Qianfan and said with concern, "If I didn't see that you were not injured with my own eyes, but got the news from other sources, I would be extremely anxious."

   "Thank you, team leader, for your concern." Cheng Qianfan smiled a little more.

   "I came to look for you this time, and I have something to do." Song Fuguo said with a serious expression.

   "Team leader, please give me instructions." Cheng Qianfan said seriously, "Serving the country, but there is a drive, there is no other way."

   "Very good." Song Fuguo nodded with satisfaction, "The organization needs to establish your file, and you write a self-reporting material."

  While speaking, Song Fuguo was smiling. Under the cover of the smile, his eyes were firmly fixed on Cheng Qianfan's face.

   "Okay." Cheng Qianfan nodded without the slightest hesitation, "I can hand it over to the team leader tonight."

   "No hurry." Song Fuguo smiled and waved his hand, "You don't need to leave it to me, you don't need to write it now, you can write it when you arrive in Hangzhou, and hand it over to the organization yourself."

   "Going to Hangzhou?" Cheng Qianfan showed astonishment.

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  (end of this chapter)