Chen Dezhao walked into the door of Deda Western Restaurant and did not look back. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe smell of fried onions fills the room. He took off his coat and put it on his left arm, holding a small ball of paper in his right hand. Although it was the time to eat, there were not many customers at the restaurant. He walked towards a seat in the corner, and when he passed an old man who was eating lasagna, he flicked the small ball of paper in his hand into the other man's bosom - the code of the telegram was written on the paper ball with a cipher potion, and this old man was the traffic officer he was going to connect - and this time the joint was completed, and no one except Chen Dezhao and the two of them noticed it. And the two Japanese spies who followed him didn't even have time to get out of the car, so they didn't know what was going on in the restaurant.

Chen then sat down, picked up the menu and read it for a few minutes, then ordered tuna salad, oxtail soup and steak - founded in 1897, Deda serves Russian Western food, which is different from the French Western food that pays attention to aroma and color, and Russian Western food focuses on blood and fat. Therefore, the same steak, the taste of Deda Western Restaurant and Green House Western Restaurant is completely different.

After Chen Dezhao finished ordering, he asked the waiter to buy a copy of the "Pujiang Herald Leader", and while reading the newspaper, he drank the coffee from Capuccino presented by the restaurant. As the waiter brought the food, he noticed a man in a cap sitting down not far from him and ordering a "curry pork chop rice". He guessed that the man might be Japanese, because as he knew that "curry pork chop rice" was a Japanese dish.

Chen Dezhao thought to himself: "You lucky guy, your accomplice still has to starve outside and stay in the car." At the same time, he felt sorry for his money bag - because, from this day on, he had to come to Deda every day to eat Western food until the enemy lifted his surveillance - he had to create the illusion that it was his habit to come to eat at Deda's Western restaurant. Otherwise, walking in the snow for nearly half an hour on a snowy day to come to Deda to eat Western food will arouse the suspicion of the enemy.

For the next hour, Chen Dezhao sat alone in the corner of the Western restaurant of Deda, reading the newspaper and tasting tuna salad and bloodshot steak with relish. The old man who ate lasagna had long since left without attracting anyone's attention. And the man wearing the cap saw that Chen Dezhao had only eaten half of the "curry pork chop rice" in front of him after eating all the "curry pork chop rice" in front of him, so he ordered another "curry chicken chop rice", and stuffed it into his stomach with a painful expression - in those days, the amount of food in the restaurant was very large, one meal was enough for a big man to eat, wouldn't two meals be to death?

Chen Dezhao pretended not to notice him, but his stomach was already happy: "It's so stupid, let you wait slowly, eat slowly, and kill you little devil!" ”

The spy in the car outside the door was so hungry that his stomach cramped, and he saw his accomplice eat two servings of "curry pork chop rice and chicken steak rice" in the store, and he was really angry: "I'll let you eat alone!" Let's see how I'll clean you up! ”

After Chen Dezhao finished eating, he wiped his mouth unhurriedly, and carefully folded the newspaper and clamped it under his armpit. He walked to the door, took the umbrella handed by the waiter, and walked back slowly. The black sedan quietly started and followed him from a distance, still maintaining a distance of more than thirty meters.

After walking more than a mile, he heard the sound of brakes behind him, and when he looked back, he saw that the black sedan had stopped on the side of the road, and a man wearing a peaked cap threw himself out of the car, squatting on the side of the road and vomiting wildly.

Chen Dezhao almost fainted from the fun: "Have you eaten too much?" Vomiting? Idiots, know how to eat! Do you understand that eating too much hurts your stomach? ”

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he happily went back to Anping Hospital.

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After jumping out of the cabin, Shimizu Pulse Shaozo entered a cumulonimbus cloud - the same cloud that brought snow here. Although he knew it was snowing before he set off, he didn't expect the temperature in the clouds to be so low. He fell down "whirring", without the slightest pleasure of soaring through the clouds. His face was immediately frozen, his beard and eyebrows were frosted, and his goggles were covered with a layer of white frost. And the short suede coat he was wearing had a layer of ice on the outside, and it felt like he was wearing an ice armor.

Height 900 meters.

"It's so cold!" Qing Shui only had time to sigh before he heard a "bang", the parachute behind him opened, and then his body seemed to be suddenly grabbed by someone in mid-air, and the huge overload made his eyes black. He did not panic, knowing that this was due to the temporary phenomenon of "black vision" due to too much overload on his body. But a sudden gust of wind pushed him into a desperate situation - the gust of wind curled the parachute that had not yet been fully opened, tossed around, twisted its shape, and a flying parachute line actually wrapped around the left ankle of the water pulse. As a result, Qing Shui's posture immediately changed to head and foot, and he was hung upside down in mid-air, falling rapidly like a piece of meteoric ice!

Height 700 meters.

"Am I going to die?" The black eyes still didn't go away, but the extreme fear gripped him tightly. Shimizu knew he only had a few seconds to save himself, otherwise, 233 Heights would become his own graveyard.

As a sniper, you can stay in danger even when you are in danger. Shimizu is an excellent sniper with an innate calmness.

Height 600 meters.

He struggled to reach for the hunting knife from his rucksack, and bent up with all his might, cutting the rope with the knife. His hands, though wearing thick leather gloves, were numb from the bone-chilling cold. Fortunately, he came from Hokkaido, which was also cold, and knew how to use a hunting knife when his limbs were frozen.

Height 500 meters.

The Earth's gravitational pull pulls the clear water down to the ground. Gravitational acceleration had strained him, and the snow-white earth was waiting for him to fall with open arms. Qing Shui felt the edge of his hunting knife reach for the deadly parachute rope. With the wind whistling in his ears and his muscles aching from the upward bending position, he knew he had to persevere.

Height 400 meters.

Qing Shui Pulse Shaozo struggled to push the blade of the hunting knife, "Please! He cried out inwardly. Fortunately, the hunting knife was sharp enough to cut the paracord with a single swing. After a 180-degree roll, he finally returned to the position of his head and feet, but his main umbrella was still curled up and had no intention of opening! Time is running out, and he must make a decision on the spot! Qing Shui immediately unfastened the buckle of the main umbrella bag behind him, and with a "hula" sound, the main umbrella was swept away by the wind in a blink of an eye, and he didn't know where it had gone.

Height 300 meters.

Shimizu clutched the reserve bag with his right hand holding the knife, and groped with his left hand for the pull tab of the paracord on the bag. However, the numb fingers wearing gloves could not find the life-saving tab. His heart was beating violently: "Calm down! You have to stay calm! Think about it, the tab is right in front of the bag...... Yes, here it is. Shimizu shouted to himself.