Xiaobao was urgently recruited to the Intelligence Department of the Kwantung Army by Daiki Yanichi in the evening. [≤ eight [≤ eight [≤ read [≤ book, .▽.o√

Da Xi Yan rushed to the train station to take Smirnov to Dalian. Then Smirnov took a boat from Dalian to Japan. Then take an ocean liner from Japan to South America.

Beginning in 1908, Japan began to migrate to South America on a large scale. There are now more than 100,000 Japanese expatriates in Brazil alone.

As a result, there are ocean-going passenger liners between Japan and South America. If Smirnov had sneaked to South America, he would have escaped from the clutches of Soviet intelligence.

But Daxi Yan's move to Xiaobao to his office was not for him to escort Smirnov.

Smirnov has lost his usefulness, it is enough to send a few people to escort him to Japan. Daxi Yanyi wants Xiaobao to protect his safety. After all, Smirnov is still in Harbin now, don't let Smirnov even involve himself to meet with him.

Smirnov's car walked behind, and Xiaobao sat in the passenger seat of the Daxi Yanyi special car, anxious.

He simply didn't have time to inform Zhang Fengguang. Now it is up to him to carry out the task of getting rid of Smirnov.

Daiki Yanichi sat in the car and his mood was not calm. Yanagida Motozo and Yamaoka Michitake did not come, but sent themselves to see Smirnov off. If a Soviet intelligence officer showed up at the train station, it was himself who died.

Daxi Yanyi was relieved when he saw the back of Xiaobao in front of him. With this kid here, there shouldn't be any problems today.

The intelligence department of the Kwantung Army sent a total of eight men to follow Smirnov south and send him all the way to Japan. When they got on the train, the eight people surrounded Smirnov and Daxi Yanichi and Xiaobao, who was closely following Daxi Yanyi. ↙ Eighty-eight ↙ ↙ reads ↙, .※.o◇There are dozens of railway policemen outside them.

If you kill someone in this situation, Xiaobao will have to kill all sides until you find a bloody way out.

Smirnov was about to get on the train and escape, and Smirnov was happy. The dim platform lights shone on his reddish-brown hair and a large white face.

He turned around sharply and hugged Oki Enichi tightly. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to Oki Nounichi's face.

The farewell ceremony of this laomaozi when he parted was also too violent, and all the people around him were stunned.

At this moment, Xiaobao took out the fountain pen from his left sleeve with his right hand, pulled out the cap, and lowered his hand to press the switch on the nib of the pen against Smirnov's body.

Xiaobao waited for Smirnov to scream and fall to the ground.

But nothing happened! Smirnov held Oki Nobuichi's head and nibbled on it several times like no one. Only then did he let go of Daxi Yan with satisfaction, and turned around and waved his hand at the train.

Xiaobao is now sweating profusely in a hurry. Do you want to pull out qiang and kill Smirnov. If you do this, even if you escape with your life, you can only die immediately, and you will not even have a chance to dig gold in the cemetery.

Just as the gold bars were dangling in front of Xiaobao's eyes, Smirnov had already stepped onto the train.

Xiaobao also gave up helplessly and easily. He was now covered in sweat, like he had planted crops overnight.

On the way back, Daxi Yanyi took out a handkerchief and kept wiping it on his face. While rubbing the eight ga.

Xiaobao was thinking in his heart what he should say when he went to see Zhang Fengguang tonight.

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"What the is this! I pressed Smirnov several times from two meters away. But Smirnov did not react at all. After Xiaobao finished speaking, he threw the pen on the snow in front of Zhang Fengguang and kept stepping on it with his feet.

There is real emotional venting in this, and there is also an element of acting for Zhang Fengguang to see.

Zhang Fengguang lowered his head and said nothing. Things have developed to this point, and they can only report the failure of the operation to their superiors and wait for the next instructions from their superiors.

Zhang Fengguang waited for his superiors to criticize him harshly. And even harsher penalties.

However, a few hours after the telegram was sent, no telegram came. A day later there was silence. Moscow is still silent.

The train on which Smirnov pedaled was the Asia. It is said to be the fastest train in Asia. It takes only eight hours from Changchun, that is, Xinjing, to Dalian.

He drank in a carriage that had been prepared for him separately, under the protection of eight intelligence officers, to celebrate his imminent arrival on the promised land of South America.

Ten hours later, Smirnov arrived in Dalian. Received and escorted by officers of the intelligence department of the Kwantung Army in Dalian, Smirnov stayed in a hotel in Golden State. Here he can get a good night's sleep, and tomorrow at noon he will be sent on the ship to Yokohama, Japan.

At noon the next day, the bonito balls moored at the Lushun pier were ready to go. Most of the passengers have already stepped onto the deck. The people who saw them off had already disembarked from the boat and waved goodbye to friends and family standing on the side of the boat on the pier.

Smirnov, wearing a top hat, hurried over under the protection of officers of the intelligence department of the Kwantung Army. He just wanted to avoid the crowd and get on the boat alone. lest anyone take advantage of the chaos against him.

Everything has been going well these days. But neither he nor the intelligence officers who protected him lost their vigilance.

Just as Smirnov was about to go up the gangway, he suddenly stopped. Several of the people who protected him were stunned, not knowing what he was going to do.

Smirnov's limbs, torso, head, and even the muscles in his face began to tremble faster and faster.

The people around him watched in horror.

"Ahh With a heart-rending shout, all the farewellers under the ship turned their heads and looked at a Westerner on the side of the gangway.

Smirnov shouted again with a long mouth, but he couldn't make a sound at all. It was as if he had suddenly lost his vocal cords. His whole eyeballs bulged out, staring at the god who was about to abandon him.

The people who stood by Smirnov's side and protected him saw it most vividly. Smirnov's body was rapidly expanding, bulging like a balloon inflated.

Smirnov's shirt and pants were torn at a speed visible to the naked eye. Revealing Smirnov's skin that had become reddish-purple.

In the end, Smirnov fell to the ground in a pounding manner, witnessed by hundreds of people on board and under the ship on the pier.

Hundreds of people stared at the human loaf on the ground in amazement.

Xiaobao ran out of breath to see Zhang Fengguang.

"You know what? Smirnov is dead, he has turned into a loaf of bread! Where's my pen? Give me back my pen! Xiaobao stammered.

"You've already stepped on it. Besides, it's a one-off thing. After using it once, it is useless. After listening to Xiaobao's narration, Zhang Fengguang replied calmly. 11...Friends who read books, you can search for "blue Chinese network", you can find this site as soon as possible.