My Spy Years Chapter 1128

  Chapter 1128 Killing intent!

  Chongqing.

living hell.

  An Wan looked at everything in front of her, and this word came to her mind.

  Japanese bombing.

  An Wan and her colleagues came out of the air-raid shelter and saw the casualties everywhere.

  An old man was sitting on the ground, his mouth was wriggling, and soon his head was tilted, and half of the old man's body was gone.

  The body of a little girl was hanging on the utility pole that was about to fall, without a head.

  Firefighters are pumping water with hand pumps and carrying water with buckets to fight the fire, but unfortunately, the results are minimal.

   Ambulance personnel carrying stretchers were running around in a hurry to carry away the injured, while the remains of the victims could only be piled aside first.

   "God, this is a civilian area." The blond reporter said while taking pictures.

"Mr. Kyle, it is a savage country's savage army that invaded our country and killed our people. They have no humanity and no kindness." An Wan gritted her teeth and said, "The lives and properties of civilians are just showing off in their eyes. Force, the target of indiscriminate killing."

   "Where will they be sent?" Kyle pointed to the wounded being carried away on a stretcher.

   "Maybe I will go to the hospital, or maybe..." An Wan's eyes were sad, "We lack medicines, surgical instruments, and doctors who can perform the surgery."

   "Where's the doctor?" Kyle asked.

   "The doctor took up the steel gun and went to the battlefield, and died on the battlefield."

   Not far away, two injured men were sitting on the ground. One of them was covering the wound on his arm, but his eyes were looking this way.

   About three hours later.

  The Headquarters of the Central Bureau of Statistics.

   Xue Yingzhen took the towel from his subordinates and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had just come out of the air-raid shelter not long ago.

   "Sir." Zhu Shanxue came in to report.

   "Speak."

   "Something unexpected happened." Zhu Shanxue said, "Zongqinwu is dead."

   "Dead?" Xue Yingzhen raised her head and frowned at Zhu Shanxue.

   Zongqinwu is the Red Party that the Central Committee has been watching for a while. This person is a chemistry teacher at Southwest Associated University. It is preliminarily judged that Zongqinwu's rank in the Chongqing Red Party is not low.

   "The Japanese bombed just now, and many people died, including Zongqinwu." Zhu Shanxue said.

   Xue Yingzhen was a little surprised, and then dropped the pen in his hand angrily, "Who did Zongqinwu meet today?"

   "It's taken." Zhu Shanxue said immediately, "The subordinate arranged for a person to pretend to be a reporter, and secretly took the photo at that time, and it has been rushed out."

  Xue Yingzhen took a stack of photos to look at:

  A man in a long gown, holding handouts, standing on the side of the road talking to a man, who wears glasses, with a cigarette between his right fingers and a book in his left hand.

   "Find out who this person is." Xue Yingzhen said.

   "No need to check, I know this person." Zhu Shanxue said, "Feng Zhiqian, a mathematics teacher at Tongji University."

He pushed his glasses and said, "Last month, there was a food shortage in Tongji University, and Southwest United Dalian sent more than 300 catties of grain there overnight. Zongqinwu was the teacher who went to Southwest United University, and Feng Zhiwu was there to Tongji. Qian was in charge of the reception, and that's how the two got to know each other."

   "Is there anything suspicious?" Xue Yingzhen frowned and asked.

   "Ying Wu..." Zhu Shanxue said, but paused, "At present, there is nothing suspicious, but my subordinates feel that it is better to investigate to be on the safe side."

   "Let's look it up then." Xue Yingzhen nodded, flipping through the photos in her hand.

   "Shooting random pictures." Xue Yingzhen frowned, and he threw the photo in his hand on the table, "Waste of film."

  Scattered photos on the desktop, many of them were the tragic scenes of casualties on the streets after the Japanese bombing. Xue Yingzhen frowned at this tragic scene.

   "Since it's pretending to be a reporter, I have to shoot these anyway." Zhu Shanxue quickly explained.

   "Huh?" Xue Yingzhen glanced at the photo on the desktop, picked it up and looked at it.

   "Sir, what did you find?" Zhu Shanxue asked.

  Xue Yingzhen handed the photo to Zhu Shanxue.

   "Oh, it's her." Zhu Shanxue said with a smile, "A group of Western journalists came, and the Central Party Headquarters was in charge of receiving them. Ms. An can speak foreign languages. It is said that she was temporarily caught and received."

   "Oh oh oh." Xue Yingzhen nodded, suddenly realized, "I remembered, it really happened."

  He took back the photo from Zhu Shanxue, put it on the table, and didn't take it to heart.

   "Let's check that Feng Zhiqian." Xue Yingzhen said, "He was the last person Zongqinwu came into contact with. Although Zongqinwu died accidentally, but such a thing is evil, you can always check it."

   "Understood." Zhu Shanxue said hastily, "Mr. is absolutely right."

   At this moment, there was a knock on the office door.

  Zhu Shanxue walked over and opened the door.

   "Secretary Zhu, Shanghai Jidian, District Chief Xu."

   "Go."

  Zhu Shanxue closed the door, opened the file bag and took out the telegram to read. Then, his eyes were first surprised and then strange.

   "What did Xu Zhaolin say, your attitude?" Xue Yingzhen glanced at his secretary and asked.

   "Let's take a seat and watch." Zhu Shanxue handed the telegram to Xue Yingzhen with both hands.

  Xue Yingzhen took a closer look, let out a soft 'huh', then clicked his tongue, and finally sneered.

"This Xiao Mian is the trump card in Dai Chunfeng's hands, and he saved face for him in front of the Chairman." Xue Yingzhen threw the telegram on the table, "It's a good thing now, Xiao Mian's braids have been held by No. 76 Xiao Mian still doesn't know it, it's ridiculous, ridiculous."

  He shook his head, "Dai Chunfeng's trump card is nothing more than that."

   "Secretary." Zhu Shanxue carefully observed Xue Yingzhen's expression, and asked cautiously, "District Chief Xu asked how to deal with this matter?"

   "What to deal with?" Xue Yingzhen snorted coldly, "Xiao Mian is a titan in the hands of Dai Chunfeng, how could he be caught by the Japanese so easily?"

  He looked at Zhu Shanxue, "Tell Xu Zhaolin, do your own thing."

   "Yes, Bureau Chief." Zhu Shanxue said seriously, "I will arrange to call Xu Zhaolin back right now, and don't make false reports without verification."

   Xue Yingzhen took a deep look at Zhu Shanxue.

   "The subordinate understands." Zhu Shanxue said with a shudder in his heart.

   Xue Yingzhen nodded and waved her hand.

  Zhu Shanxue took back all the photos, put the photo of the conversation between Zongqinwu and Feng Zhiqian in his pocket, put the other photos in the file bag, and put the telegram in the file bag.

  Backing to his office, Zhu Shanxue rang the bell.

   "Destroy." He handed the file bag to his subordinates.

"yes."

   "In addition, the bureau headquarters did not receive any telegram just now."

   "Understood, this subordinate will deal with it now." The subordinate said with a serious expression, "The subordinate will check the telecommunications department in ten minutes, and there is no redundant message record."

  Guang'an Hospital.

   Ward area on the second floor.

  203 Ward.

  A wounded person was lying on the hospital bed. An oxygen tube was inserted through the mouth and nose of the wounded person, who seemed to be still in a coma.

  A man in a white coat and mask looked at the wounded on the hospital bed with his arms around his arms.

   "Team leader, would you like one?" The subordinate handed over a cigarette and stewed soup.

   "If you dare to smoke, I will stuff you with cigarettes, believe it or not." Tang Wenluo said coldly.

  The mask covered most of his face, only his eyes were exposed, stared at by this cold gaze, his men hurriedly put away the cigarettes.

   "Team leader, do you think Xiao Mian will really send someone to silence him?" The subordinate laughed and quickly opened up a new topic.

   "I don't know." Tang Wenluo shook his head, "Let's wait and see."

  He glanced at the comatose wounded on the hospital bed again, and a stern look flashed in his eyes. In this ward, this wounded person was just a cover-up in Chief Su's entire plan, and the real killing move was elsewhere.

   Every time Cheng Qianfan came to a special high school class, he would feel extremely depressed.

  At this moment, Miyazaki Kentaro had a bright smile on his face. He smoked and chatted with Koike, and strolled up to the second floor.

   "How is Jube-kun injured?" Cheng Qianfan asked in a low voice.

   "A piece of flesh was bitten off the face." Xiaochi said with a low laugh.

   "This is really..." A gloating smile flashed across Cheng Qianfan's face, "It's too disgusting."

   Koike also smiled.

   Miyazaki Kentaro and Kikube Hiroo have already had a lot of conflicts because of the two previous incidents, which is very welcome to Koike.

   "The red party was chopped up by Mr. Kikube and sent to the kennel room." Koike said.

  Cheng Qianfan's hands shaking while he was smoking, he seemed to be choked by the smoke, he coughed again and again, and said with a smile while coughing, “Yaoxi, Chinese people are only worthy of serving as rations for imperial army dogs.”

  He coughed, with a curious smile on his face, "I just don't know if Kikube-kun has finished venting his anger, is he calmed down now?"

   "Then I don't know." Koike shook his head and said, Koike looked at the time on his watch, "Let's go, let's go directly to Araki-kun's office, I just saw him come back from outside."

"please."

   The two went up to the second floor, just in time to see a person walking towards them.

  The face of the person coming was gloomy. Of course, the gauze wrapped on the person's face was the first thing that caught the eye.

"Kikube-kun!" Cheng Qianfan saw Hiroo Kikube, his eyes lit up, he took two steps forward, looked at Hiroo Kikube, and asked with concern, "I heard you were injured? How is it hurt?" Like? Where is the injury?"

  Where is the injury?

  Can't you see such a big piece of gauze on your face? !

   "Miyazaki-kun, thank you for your concern." Hiroo Kikube looked at the undisguised smile in Miyazaki Kentaro's eyes, and suppressed the anger in his heart.

   Miyazaki Kentaro, this guy is gloating.

   "Damn the Chinese people, they are so cunning." Cheng Qianfan said with a serious expression.

   "That cunning Chinese man is now the feces of military dogs." Hiroo Kikube said coldly.

  He suspects that Miyazaki Kentaro is implying that he does something stupid to get hurt.

   "Mr. Jubu is at peace of mind. If you want to eat or drink, let me know, and I'll bring it to you." Cheng Qianfan said with a slight smile.

   "Thank you, Miyazaki-kun, for your kindness." Hiroo Kikube resisted getting angry, and said calmly, "The doctor told me not to eat."

   "That's a pity." Cheng Qianfan smiled and shook his head.

The leather shoes stepped on the floor of the second floor of the special high school, making a treading sound, Cheng Qianfan and Xiaochi said as they walked, his face was smiling, his heart was full of anger, the anger that almost burned his body , is full of killing intent.

  Hiroo Kikube's cold snort came from behind him.

  Cheng Qianfan stopped, he turned his head to look at Hiroo Kikube's back, his gaze was cold, and he also let out a cold snort.

   "Why does Miyazaki-kun have the same knowledge as people like Kikube." Koike said with a smile.

   "There is a word in China to describe people like Jubu." Cheng Qianfan snorted coldly, "White-eyed wolf!"

Koike smiled and shook his head, no wonder Miyazaki-kun is so angry, how sincere Miyazaki-kun treats his friends, Miyazaki-kun who is so enthusiastic and full of sincerity towards his friends, Kikube got Miyazaki's sincerity but didn't care at all when doing things. Inconsiderate and accommodating, it is no wonder that Miyazaki is angry.

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