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April 1935. Songhu. Minhang. Nan.

Roadside. Standing stood a young police officer in a black police uniform. He seemed to be in a daze. It seems to be sighing again.

His name is Zhang Yong, as his name suggests, mediocre. has no special skills, ordinary and ordinary.

He was silently watching everyone who passed by.

Seems to be looking for something.

It seems that he has not found anything.

He traveled back in time. Also with a game system: Command & Conquer.

A very old game. Build a base. Gather resources. Explosives. Ping A.

The problem is, there is no war now!

So, the only thing that is useful is the radar map. But the scanning radius is only 100 meters.

If there is an enemy within 100 meters, it will be displayed.

This enemy is very clear. It's the Japanese.

No matter how the other party disguises.

Suddenly......

Zhang Yong's eyes narrowed.

He had his eye on a rickshaw driver. Because the radar map shows that this rickshaw driver is actually Japanese.

It's strange that a rickshaw driver is actually Japanese?

Crucially, he also pulled an officer of the national army. The rank seems to be a major?

Something didn't feel right.

Quietly followed.

The rickshaw driver was found parked near the garrison headquarters.

The major officer got out of the car. Entered the garrison command. The rickshaw driver immediately returned empty. No more soliciting.

It's work time, and at the door of the garrison headquarters, only people are coming. No one left. Rickshaws don't have much business. It is also normal to return empty. Zhang Yong didn't feel abnormal.

Until he followed the rickshaw driver back to an alley, he found that the rickshaw driver had actually gone home and had not gone out for a long time. The rickshaw was also pulled home. That's when I felt wrong. You're out of business? It's rush hour!

The online car-hailing of later generations, at this time, is eager to be separated. Temporary price increases, all kinds of sharp profits. You don't even earn? Actually hid back at home? Wrong. Wrong. Something is very wrong......

Suddenly, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder.

At the same time, it feels like there's something behind it.

Stunned, he turned his head.

See the face of a vulture.

Triangular eyes, deep sunken eye sockets. At first glance, he is not a good person.

"Why ......?"

"Want to die?"

"I ......"

Zhang Yong tried to struggle, and then broke out in a cold sweat.

He reacted suddenly. On top of his back, it seems to be a gun? Is it the barrel?

Dizzy......

He was held at gunpoint.

Countless possibilities flashed through my mind in an instant. Shot. Torture. Water prison, soldering iron......

Feel the crotch of your pants hot. Almost incontinence.

"You, you, don't, don't......" the voice trembled. Trembling all over. Scared.

Someone pointed at a gun!

The identity of the other party is unknown.

Fortunately, the radar map is not marked. Explain that they are not Japanese.

If the other party was Japanese, he wouldn't dare to imagine it......

"What are you doing here?"

"Stalking, stalking......"

"Who are you targeting?"

"One, one, rickshaw driver......"

"What are you staring at him for?"

"Strange, strange......"

Zhang Yong was nervous.

He knew his life was at stake.

The other party only needs to pull the trigger......

No, you don't even have to pull the trigger. Just gently pull a knife on his neck......

Or just twist his fragile neck......

Or a knife into the heart......

In film and television dramas, there are really too many methods of plotting to kill. It's scary......

"Boy, we're from the Secret Service of the Lixing Society."

"Ahh......h

Zhang Yong's face turned pale suddenly.

This time, I couldn't hold back anymore. The crotch is really hot. Pee.

The Secret Service of the Forceful Society!

Military Commander......

Boss Dai......

I actually encountered the most terrible plague gods.

No wonder I'm so scared. Who isn't afraid?

He doesn't want to die yet......

"What? Scared? ”

"I ......"

Say. What are you doing here? ”

"The rickshaw driver is Japanese. I just pulled a national army officer to the garrison headquarters, and then I went home. No more business. I find it suspicious. So I wanted to see what it was......"

"How do you know that the rickshaw driver is Japanese?"

"He's Japanese. Definitely. I have a special sense of smell for the Japanese. ”

Zhang Yong affirmed his judgment.

No, it's the judgment of the radar map. You can't go wrong.

That rickshaw driver was definitely Japanese.

Must be Japanese.

He is now standing on the edge of a cliff, and he will fall at any moment, shattered to pieces, and he will not be able to survive for a hundred years.

When he heard the six words of the secret service of the Lixing Society, he knew that something was wrong.

What does Lixing Club do?

It must have come to catch Japanese spies.

He is staring at this rickshaw driver, and Lixing Club must be staring at it too.

Once it was regarded as an accomplice of the Japanese. And he was dead.

The secret service of the Lixing Society cleaned up the Japanese spies, and they would never show mercy. The military commanders were quite ruthless against the Japanese invaders.

"Where are you the police officer?"

"South and South Street Branch ......"

"Who is your boss?"

"Wang Zhiqiang, Zhou Baosheng, Tang Wande......"

"Where's home?"

"No. 73 Food Street......

"Who's in the house?"

"An old lady. Two younger sisters......"

"How much was paid last month?"

"Seven, seven ......"

"Which bank?"

"Central Bank ......"

"Is it enough?"

"Not ...... enough"

Zhang Yong blurted out. Then it didn't feel right.

This question. It doesn't seem to make much sense. But I didn't dare to say anything. Answer honestly.

It's really not enough.

Seven bucks. Nothing can be done.

Banknotes of this year are worthless. Only the ocean is the most popular.

A seven-dollar banknote is not as good as the purchasing power of an ocean. It's a pity that a small piece of police like him can't have an ocean.

Suddenly, I felt a loosening in my back.

The middle-aged man took off the pistol.

Immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Not so scared anymore.

"Go check!" The middle-aged man in the triangular eye said. At the same time, insert the pistol back into your waist.

"Yes." Someone immediately agreed to leave.

Zhang Yong realized that behind him, there were seven gray-clothed people.

All wore dark gray tunics.

All with guns. Among them were two machine guns. Seems to be the Yankee's Thomson?

Boy. With such a fierce weapon. With this kind of gun, it feels like there is no problem on the battlefield.

"Say, why did this rickshaw driver come home?"

"I don't know. It should be rich anyway. Otherwise, he would definitely go out and continue soliciting. This is the time when there are the most guests. In one morning, you can pull a few cents. ”

"So, he's not a normal rickshaw driver, is he?"

"He's Japanese."

"How do you know he's Japanese?"

"I can say for sure, anyway. I can smell them. ”

Zhang Yong insisted.

The middle-aged man in the triangular eye did not speak. Smoke silently.

Zhang Yong does not smoke and is disgusted by the smell of smoke. But did not dare to move. They are all murderers of the Lixing Society, and he doesn't want to provoke them.

The rickshaw driver never came out. Maybe sleeping?

Sleeping in broad daylight is either a traitor or a thief.

"He had a normal solicitation yesterday. But not today. ”

"Huh?"

Zhang Yong's mouth opened.

Is that......

Dazed. I don't know how to analyze.

"Actually, we've been staring at him for five days. There was nothing unusual for the first four days. ”

"Oh......"

Zhang Yong didn't dare to say anything.

It's a lot of mistakes. In case of misunderstanding, you will be sent to enjoy the tiger chair.

He couldn't stand any of the tortures of the military commanders.

Thankfully, he's not a spy. There are no secrets either. Otherwise, it will definitely be all recruited.

"But we didn't know he was Japanese before......"

"He's Japanese."

Zhang Yong's voice was weak. But it's very true.

This is certainly true. This rickshaw driver must be Japanese.

If not, he eats the system.

"If he was really Japanese, it would be interesting......"

The middle-aged man in the triangular eye muttered to himself.

Zhang Yong heard a deep sense of tranquility from his tone.

It's scary......

These people are terrible.

Even if it is Japanese, it will definitely be difficult to fall into their hands.

Silent.

Await.

The rickshaw driver never came out.

The hour passed gradually.