"Senior Brother."
"When did you come back?" Qing Ji asked very happily when he heard his junior brother's voice.
"I came back last night and dealt with it all night in the back hall." Zhuo Yun respectfully lit three incense sticks of respectfully as he spoke.
This is a tablet enshrined by Master Cang Yun.
During the 128th War of Resistance, Master brought his brothers and brothers to the battlefield with the 19th Route Army. In the end, there was no bones left, and there was only Master's spiritual cards and tombs in the sight.
Looking at the repeated green smoke lingering, Zhuo Yun vaguely saw the voice, appearance and smile of his master, and his nose felt sore.
Qing Ji knew that his junior brother was thinking of his master again, so he sighed and patted Zhuo Yun on the shoulder, "How many days will he stay here this time?"
"Let's leave in the afternoon." Zhuo Yun said.
The two brothers and brothers walked and chatted.
"Senior brother, I may not be able to go back to the Taoist temple for a while," Zhuo Yun said.
Qing Ji didn't speak immediately. He held Fu Chen in his hand and thoughtfully. After a while, he sighed and asked, "Is there any danger?"
Although he had never told him what his junior brother was doing, he could vaguely guess what he was doing.
"Senior brother, don't worry." Zhuo Yun said with a smile, "It's just an ordinary matter. My junior brother has always followed the rules and never had any disputes with others."
Qing Ji glanced at Zhuo Yun and smiled, "It's fine if you know it."
The two of them talked for a while, and Qingji told his junior brother to take good care of himself and then went to work hard.
The little Taoist priest looked at the back of his senior brother leaving. When the figure disappeared, he returned to the hall and sat cross-legged, saying a few words to the master's tablet before returning to the back hall.
"Team Leader." A man with a pale face lay on the bed. When he saw the team leader coming in, he struggled to get up.
"Don't move." The little Taoist waved his hand to stop him. He came to the inner kitchen and poured the soup medicine he had just made into a bowl. "This medicine is cold first, and it is best to eat it with six points of heat."
A few days ago, it suddenly rained heavily. This subordinate had an old injury that had not healed. He was wet and suffered from freezing again, and then fell ill.
After considering it for a while, the little Taoist priest decided to bring his hands to the Taoist temple to recuperate.
He already knew some medical skills, and there was no shortage of herbs in the Taoist temple, and the back palace courtyard has always been ignored, which happened to be the best place for the recovery.
As for saying that he told his senior brother that he would leave the Taoist temple for a while, he was naturally a lie. This was not in the Taoist temple, and it was even rarer to be present in the back hall, so it was safer.
Seeing his subordinates having eaten hot soup and soon fell asleep in a drowsy mood, the little Taoist priest touched his subordinates' forehead and couldn't help but frown.
This is getting hot.
This is also the sequelae brought about by the last operation to rescue Sheng Shuyu. The second group of Taoist priests in the operation was severely injured. Not to mention the brothers who died in the country, even the injured brothers were still recovering from injuries, among which there were such injuries as this brother.
This is still the case where the special group has sufficient medicines. If there were shortage of medicines, many injured brothers would probably have been unable to hold on today.
The most important reason is that although some drugs are eye-catching due to gunshot wounds, they dare not go to large hospitals and can only be treated in secret clinics, which will be delayed and unable to heal.
...
"Director, my subordinates have inquired. This backyard is the residence of Taoist Yunkong in Cangyun Temple." Rong Yun pointed to the yard not far away and said.
Su Chende looked at the courtyard and felt aroused.
"This place is far away from the front hall, and it seems to be a place with few people." Su Chende said, "When I look at it, this place is a good place for filth and dirt."
"The director means that because this place is relatively remote, it is just right for Yunkong to do something shameful?" Rong Yun thought and said.
"Arrange people to stare at the yard secretly." Su Chende said, "Once Yunkong returns to Cangyun Temple, he will immediately arrest and interrogate him."
"Yes." Rong Yun nodded, "My subordinate has already given instructions. As long as Yunkong returns to Cangyun Temple, the familiar pilgrimage will come to report."
"Wait a minute." Su Chende suddenly had a serious expression.
"Director."
Su Chende made a gesture to signal Rong Yunling's voice.
He sniffed his nose, "Rongyun, have you smelled it?"
Rong Yun also sniffed his nose, "This is..."
He thought, "Director, it smells like medicine."
Then, he was shocked, "Director, there are people in the yard, will it be..."
"Are you sure that the man said that Yunkong hasn't come back?" Su Chende asked immediately.
"The man really made repeated promises and said that Yunkong had not come back." Rong Yun said quickly, "Subor..."
Su Chende waved his hand, "That's the case..."
He waved his hand and signaled Rong Yun to hide his body for the time being, then pointed to the courtyard and said, "This means that the people in the courtyard came back secretly, at least they avoided the eyes and ears of outsiders."
"Yunkong." Rong Yun said immediately, "It must be Yunkong. I have investigated it. There are not many Taoist priests in Cangyun Temple now, and they are basically in the front hall living homework. Others in this yard will not be able to use it except Yunkong."
His expression was inspiring, "Sneaky, there must be something wrong."
"Then what are you waiting for? Get the people." Su Chende said lightly.
"Director, do you want to play a long line to catch big fish?" Rong Yun asked in a low voice after a while.
Su Chende hesitated. He was weighing whether to catch people now or to set up a long line to catch big fish.
"Send a quick brother to inquire." Su Chende said after thinking about it.
"yes."
...
Zhuo Yun frowned.
His original intention was that the Taoist temple would be quiet and would not be disturbed. It was a place for recuperation, so he brought his sick brother to Cangyun Temple. Now his subordinates suddenly had a high fever, which was a little trouble.
It was at this moment.
jingle.
A bell rang out crisply.
The little Taoist priest's face changed immediately.
He quickly opened the drawer, took out the Mauser's short gun, closed the security, and came to the back of the door alertly.
At the entrance of the courtyard, a thin man also changed his face.
He was ordered to come to the courtyard to investigate, deliberately avoiding the main entrance of the courtyard, and chose to come from the remote path next to the corner of the wall, but he stepped on his right foot and touched the bell.
He hurriedly bent down and looked down, and saw a black line tied with a small bell in the corner.
The wooden vase!
Outside the courtyard, Su Chende also heard the crisp sound of the bell and couldn't help but curse in his heart. At this time, he had no choice but to wave his hand and "Go!"
...
Rong Yun led his men into the courtyard, glanced at his men who were huddling in the corner, as if he was still lowering his head to study something, and kicked him up in anger, "What are you still doing while standing there? Catching people."
The clever subordinate then stood up and pulled out the short gun from his waist and rushed in with the public.
Su Chende looked outside the courtyard with real eyes and couldn't help but snorted coldly:
The man just touched the warning agency, but deliberately pretended to be studying. In fact, he was afraid of death and did not dare to enter alone.
However, Rong Yun rushed into the yard and saw a man in Taoist robe carrying a man, walking out of the side door of the courtyard in a hurry.
"Little Taoist." Rong Yun's heart moved and shouted.
The Taoist who responded to him shot him backhand.
Bang!
Rong Yun was not surprised but happy, and shouted loudly to chase and arrest him quickly.
...
Bang.
The thin whip in Xiaobao's hand hit the top, and the tip of the whip was also hit on the bluestone pavement, making a crisp sound.
Bai Ruolan held Xiao Sesame and watched Xiaobao play, and her beautiful face was filled with a doting smile.
"Sister-in-law, do you want it..." Haozai asked, looking at the half-grown boy peeking at not far away.
"It's just a child, don't pay attention." Bai Ruolan shook her head, "Don't be scared."
"Yes." Haozai said, but he still made a hidden gesture to signal his subordinates to pay attention to the half-baby.
"Hey, do you want to play?" Xiaobao shouted to the old man not far away.
Du Ziqiang was startled. He looked at the beautiful little girl in bright clothes and handsome appearance, and was a little surprised, and then pointed at herself.
"It's you." Xiaobao said.
Du Ziqiang walked forward two steps, stopped again, and shook his head repeatedly.
"Oh, come here, what are you afraid of?" Xiaobao shouted.
Bai Ruolan saw that the child was scared and waved with a smile.
But the old man seemed to be frightened and turned around and ran away.
Seeing this scene, Haozi let go of the alertness in his heart. This is just a big child on the island who has never seen the world.
...
"Did you see clearly?" Shen Ziqi asked.
"Yeah." Du Ziqiang nodded, "A woman was holding a doll, and there was a little girl playing a top. She was following six bodyguards, and these bodyguards had guns on them."
"I saw it, it was a muffle gun." He thought about it carefully and said, "The bodyguard in the lead is very alert, and he noticed me."
"You did it right." Shen Ziqi praised, "It is worthy of praise for not being greedy for merit."
If Du Ziqiang is bold and brave enough to play with the little girl, he may have aroused greater suspicion with his other party's alertness.
"Have you heard their accents clearly?" Shen Ziqi asked.
"It's Shanghai dialect." Du Ziqiang said, "That woman's voice sounds very nice."
"Very good." Shen Ziqi nodded, "You can continue to pretend to be curious and secretly see what they are doing. Remember, it's a generous peek."
"Teacher, I understand, I just pretend to be curious." Du Ziqiang thought for a while and said, "Then the little girl invites me again next time, should I go there?"
"You can take it yourself." Shen Ziqi thought for a while and said, "Remember, talk less and listen with your ears."
"Understood."
...
"Team leader, why haven't you reported to Chongqing about your assassination?" Zhou Ru asked in confusion.
In the telegram sent to Chongqing, Cheng Qianfan did not mention that he was assassinated at the Bund Pier, and that the murderer confessed after interrogation was a matter of the military commander's Shanghai operation personnel.
"Think about it carefully." Cheng Qianfan did not answer Zhou Ru's question. He was staring at the Chongming Island map on the desktop and said casually.
Zhou Ru frowned and thought.
In a moment, a sudden look appeared in her eyes.
"Have you figured it out?" Cheng Qianfan looked up at Zhou Ru and asked.
"Yes." Zhou Ru said, "The harm outweighs the benefits."
Cheng Qianfan nodded with satisfaction.
It is indeed more harmful than beneficial.
First of all, the Chongqing headquarters did not have any inquiries about the Bund assassination in the previous call. This shows that regardless of whether the matter was done by the Military Control Commission Shanghai District, the Shanghai District did not report to Chongqing on the "news" related to the assassination of Xiao Cheng in the French Concession".
Under this premise, after receiving his report, Chongqing will question the Shanghai Power Generation in accordance with the practice.
This itself is more harmful than beneficial:
The Shanghai area will inevitably have some suspicion, why is the headquarters far away in Chongqing so concerned about Cheng Qianfan's assassination?
This concern has exceeded Chongqing's normal concern for senior officials in the French Concession Police Station.
Therefore, Cheng Qianfan had to wait for this matter to wait for Chongqing to learn about his assassination through normal channels. In this case, the subsequent investigation and inquiries would not appear abrupt.
If Chongqing has never learned about this, it would be better not to mention it here.
Sometimes, danger lies in these details.
...
"Sanling." The little Taoist priest cried out in a sad voice.
He broke through with his subordinates behind his back, but unexpectedly, Sanleen on his back became a living target. He was quickly shot twice. Sanleen, who was already sick and coma, left quietly.
The little Taoist priest put down Sanleng's body, and he hid behind a low wall. He raised his hand and shot him, injured a pursuer and temporarily scared the pursuer.
His expression was unprecedentedly serious.
He just calculated silently that there were eleven spies who surrounded him, four of them were shot and injured by him, and now there are seven more people on the other side.
And he is now blocked in this low wall, behind him is the mountain behind Cangyunguan, and the road on both sides is blocked, and he can be said to be surrounded by numerous encirclements.
His calf was shot just now, and it was precisely because of this shot that directly affected his actions. The little Taoist priest knew that even if he had extraordinary martial arts skills, he would probably be unable to break through this time.
What he is worried about now is not even this. What he is thinking about now is how he exposed himself?
How did the enemy come to the door?
The spy who was leading just now shouted "Little Taoist" and Zhuo Yun knew something was wrong. The other party was clearly coming for him and had a clear goal.
What does this mean? It means he was exposed.
For him at this moment, since it has been exposed, then exposure itself is not scary. How is it scary to be exposed!
His identity is particularly secret.
Even within the Special Information Group, only the team leader, Zhong Guohao, Li Hao, Jiang Muzi and other brothers, were the only ones who knew about his identity and were in Cangyun Temple.
These are all old people from the Shanghai Special Information Group. Even Wu Shunjia and others who were later transferred to the Special Information Group did not know his identity or residence.
This shows how serious he exposed this matter.
...
Bang bang bang bang.
At this moment, the enemy in front of him suddenly launched a series of attacks, and the opponent fired repeatedly. Under the suppression of powerful firepower, the little Taoist priest could only be exhausted from fighting back.
Bang.
The little Taoist priest shot back.
He calculated silently in his mind that there were two bullets in the magazine.
What he is thinking about is to use one bullet to knock down one more, earn another, and then leave the last bullet for himself, or just commit suicide now.
Zhuo Yun has a clear and firm awareness of this.
Without much hesitation, the little Taoist priest pointed his gun at his forehead. What he had to be extremely sure now was that killing himself was more important than anything else.
At this moment, I heard a rustling sound coming from above my head.
The little Taoist priest's face changed. He subconsciously looked up and saw the shadow above. He raised his gun and pulled the trigger.
A spy who had slipped from above the mountain was shot and fell in a scream.
At the same time, another shadow slid down from the gable, knocking the little Taoist to the ground, and the two wrestled together...
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