After this group of Indian soldiers with red cloth wrapped in their heads were taken around the British Concession, they found that a raging fire had ignited on the side of their defense area, and the captain who led the team led the team took his men in a hurry and hurried to the position where he should stay. The captain of the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info getting closer and closer to the place of the fire, and the mood is getting worse and worse, the British Empire's minister in the Qing Dynasty personally confessed that the building to be guarded is about to turn into ashes, if the skilled doctor Tian is injured or hanged, then he is not only demoted, but also has to return to India to farm.

The corpse outside Tian's clinic made the captain feel even more desperate, and the people in the clinic were afraid that they would be more auspicious, and they would be more auspicious in the end. However, by the light of the fire he saw a yellow-skinned gentleman in a suit and top hat smiling at him, and although the smile was full of playful mockery, he was still happy. The doctor, who was actually a diplomat, was still standing upright, and there was room for maneuver for the stupid mistakes he had made.

"Mr. Tian, neither you nor the Da Song employees in the clinic were injured, right?" The Indian asked in English with a strong curry flavor.

"We have been subjected to a large-scale armed attack in the British Concession, and the British troops who are on a security mission here are nowhere to be found, and I will lodge my gravest protest with the Concession authorities. Mr. Captain, I am very disappointed that you have left your post without permission. Tian Buzi said elegantly in a pure London accent.

Hearing the other party's London accent, this Indian who was full of curry-like momentum suddenly shortened a few knots, and hurriedly apologized in a low voice. He used his peripheral vision to observe Tian Buzi and the white men standing behind him, all of whom had strangely shaped metal tools hanging from their chests. Looking at the dead pigtailed men, it is not difficult to guess that they should be holding weapons. It's just that the white people behind Dr. Tian are good-looking, and they have been mixed in this British concession for so many years, and they have no impression at all. Were they white mercenaries hired by the Great Song? Sure enough, it is a country at the level of a great power, and a quasi-embassy or consulate uses white mercenaries, and the strength can be seen, this Indian thought to himself.

Timbuz took John and Mia to fight the Indian soldiers in front of the clinic, while Ma San and Everett took the opportunity to take the wounded ambusher away from the scene. Ma San was very surprised that a group of foreigners suddenly rushed out to rescue the soldiers, but he was relieved when he recalled the foreigners and half-foreigners in the green paint area who hooked up with the masters of the Great Song Dynasty all day long and chatted and played farts. What kind of place is this Great Song Kingdom, how can there be so many foreigners and Great Song people on an equal footing? Ma San was curious about the overseas country that the masters were talking about.

Everett and Ma San dragged the unconscious ambuser to a private house with a courtyard on the border between the British Concession and Tianjin City, one of the many safe houses that Tian Buzi had Ma San prepare. In addition to a gunshot wound to the shoulder, the captive had a 7.62mm bullet cut in the calf, and Everett was shot again when he tried to get up.

He was unconscious from blood loss, and after Ma San threw him on the floor of a cellar used to store vegetables for the winter, Everett simply treated his wounds. In addition to being an undercover agent, Everett also has the identity of an ambulance man. Working as an ambulance in Midi, a country with the largest number of civilian guns in the world, dealing with gunshot wounds is a common thing. However, Tenbuz told Everett that antibiotics, morphine, and even stitches were controlled and should not be used lightly on prisoners. Eferet simply bandaged the ambusher's wound with a torn strip of cloth, temporarily controlling the massive blood loss.

After tending to his wounds, Everett tied the ambusher's hands and feet with ropes, and then uncovered the cloth covering over the captive's head.

"Hey, it's still an old acquaintance, interesting!" Ma San said after seeing the face after removing the mask.

"You know him?" Everett asked Masan.

"Back to your words, I know this guy, Ya turned out to be a sentry officer in the Yamen, the commander of the infantry army, but later committed a crime and was removed from the name. I don't know who I'm messing with. Ma San said and splashed a basin of cold water in his hand on his head.

"Yo, Ninth Master, let's meet again. Hey! Hey! What do you think, this is not the Hades Palace, I will not accompany you to go through that experience, and you will go down to complain to the Hades for a while. Ma San looked at Qian Jiu, who was still in a trance after being splashed with cold water, and said.

"Ma San, a villain who sells his lord for glory, you don't have to die well!" Qian Jiu saw clearly in the light of the LID emergency light that the person in front of him was one of the targets of his trip - Ma San.

"Yo, Ninth Master, I won't bother you about how I will die in the future. In short, tonight, I have escaped the two calamities of being buried in the sea of fire and being shot to death, and I am afraid that I will enjoy the blessing of this great calamity. You'd better worry about how you're going to die tonight. In other words, do you still live in the same place as your family? Do you want me to have someone deliver a message, and someone will take care of the aftermath for you. Ma Sanpi said with a smile.

"Masan, you dare! How can the feet of the Son of Heaven allow a little Xiao like you to do evil! Qian Jiu said with round eyes.

"Ninth Master, I haven't seen you talk for a few years, and I've dragged it into the drama, tsk, tsk, tsk, which master with a head and face are you on now? Let's be honest with you, my master may not be able to enter the Forbidden City, but it is not difficult to go to the small broken courtyard of your house on the second street outside the Lion Hutong in the capital to get a murder case. Do you know who you're going to kill tonight? Do you know what a diplomat is? This matter must be a major event to assassinate the Qin Cha in your Qing Dynasty, you said that if this Great Song Dynasty can't catch the main master, you have to kill some chickens first to scare the monkeys. Of course, Ma San knew that Qian Jiu dared to come to the British Concession to do this kind of murder and arson, of course, he would have put his life and death out of the way, and if he wanted to pry his mouth open, he had to catch his life.

Everett was rummaging through his first aid kit just now, thinking about preparing some emergency medicines, this prisoner had lost a lot of blood, and it was estimated that he would have to use some control materials in Tian Buzi's mouth to extract a confession. I never thought that Ma San really had a set of his old knowledge, and it seems that he can save the game of martial arts, and this set of cultural fighting tricks will produce results.

"What's the matter, you have already settled down before you came to Tianjin Wei? Hey, my master is not a master who is short of money, let's not mention the fact that foreigners are lining up to send money, and now the trade of this northern goods has made the Great Song Dynasty account for it, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a day to make money. Do you guess that if you hang a thousand taels of silver in the dark red, will someone sell your family's land? Ma San said leisurely as he picked the dirt from his nails with a dagger, as if he was catching up with an old friend.

"Rong Lu, the commander of the infantry army, is now in the Yamen of the Governor of Zhili." Qian Jiu closed his eyes in pain.