The girl with glasses said calmly:

"Lord Sa."

Major Sakda, the director of the Xuzhou branch of the stick-sticking department, quickly bowed and answered:

"Yes, yes!"

Several lieutenants were startled and looked at the scene in front of them in confusion.

The girl with glasses smiled politely at him and said:

"Master Sa, it seems that the brothers still have some misunderstandings about me. Please tell me."

"Yes, yes!" Sacra bowed in response, then straightened up, and said coldly to several of his subordinates, "I've blinded your eyes...a group of people with wine bags, food bags, useless snacks, obsessed with things, and nothing in their hearts except greed for merit.

A bastard... Do you know who you captured?"

Several lieutenants were frightened by him. Among them, Captain An boldly asked:

"I...who did we capture?"

"This," Sacra turned around and introduced respectfully, "is...is...ahem, is...the niece of Mr. Nimasani of Pukou Branch, this...Miss Nalan!"

Several subordinates looked at each other.

You thought she was some earth-shattering big shot, but she was just some kind of niece of another branch chief?

So what if he is the chief of the Pukou branch? They are all branches, and they are just on the same level as us adults. Do you deserve to be so exaggerated?

Sacra glanced at them with a sullen face and added:

"Well... Mr. Ni from Pukou is my teacher, my senior, uh, I respect him very much."

After saying this, the doubts of the people below were slightly relieved, and they looked at this rather beautiful "Miss Nalan" with doubts.

Captain An asked again reluctantly:

"Sir, then the one we caught is really not Zhu Yourong? Who is that? Why does he still look so similar?"

A timid voice at the door:

"Ah...can I...come in?"

Everyone looked towards the door. The man at the door, "Zhu Yourong," put his hands on his knees and bowed slightly. His long hair fell in front of his face, and his accent was quite blunt.

"Oh, poor Xiao Wu," Miss Nalan smiled and shook her head helplessly, "Come in, it's not your fault that you look like someone else."

"Xiao Wu" raised his face, secretly glanced at everyone in the room, trotted up to Miss Nalan, and bowed again:

"Gongmen Nasai..."

…

Several people were stunned. Captain An pointed at the girl and stammered:

"This...this is..."

"Uh," Miss Nalan patted Xiao Wu on the shoulder and said casually, "This is... Xiaolin Wushu, the daughter of the president of Pukou Xiaolin Co., Ltd. President Xiaolin and Mr. Ni are good friends, please ask me to teach his daughter

Chinese. Oh, by the way, Mr. Sa..."

"Yes Yes."

Sacra bowed quickly to listen.

Several lieutenants looked at Xiao Lin Yueyue, then at their commander, and then at this "Miss Nalan". They all knew one thing. They were being treated as fools by this "Miss Nalan". This Miss Nalan even

Don't bother to make up a rounder lie to deceive them.

But looking at their respectful commander, he was stunned and couldn't say anything.

Miss Nalan smiled politely at Sacra:

"Mr. Sa, first of all, your brothers delayed my trip and caused me to miss the train. I actually bought a train ticket... Haha, you have to compensate me for a train ticket, a train ticket and a bus ticket.

Either way, it’s best to leave in the afternoon, I want to go back to Beijing. Haha, how about it, it’s not too much, right?”

"Not too much, not too much! Taking a car is too hard, how about taking a train? I will arrange a private compartment for you!"

"Haha, there's no need to bother, just sit wherever you want...Secondly," she was still very polite and smiled kindly, "My special train hasn't arrived in Bengbu yet, I'm already here... Haha,

Don't let others know, or I will make you all disappear."

Sacra felt a chill and a cold sweat broke out on her back. She couldn't say anything and just nodded.

Hearing these words, several other people couldn't help but be shocked and angry. They all stared at this "Miss Nalan", trying to see from her pores why she could make them "disappear".

But Sacra's stern look frightened them all, and they all became much more honest.

"Third," Miss Nalan said with a more serious expression, "What is going on with this 'Queen of Nanming'? I have been on the road and haven't received any news. Please give me a brief explanation and I will judge.

one time."

Sacra quickly introduced the situation to her and finally added:

"The Queen's plane was found about 6 kilometers west of Huaibei around 5 a.m.. The pilot also caught it in the morning. There is no branch in Huaibei where we stick to the stick, there is only a 'station', which is under the control of our Xuzhou branch. They are on their way there.

We were escorted here. However, the pilot kept insisting that there was no empress on the plane. He flew it out for night flight training. It got lost and fell to our place. The Japanese pilot was also rescued in Zaozhuang. His name is Yoshidaemon.

A major of the Army Air Force stationed in Pyongyang was shot in his left arm, chest, and face with moderate burns. After simple treatment in Zaozhuang, he was being transported here. According to his recollection, the return fire from the Queen's aircraft was very fierce at that time, and he felt very sudden.

Before he could react, a fire broke out in the cockpit. The wreckage of his fighter jet was very dense with bullet holes. It was probably hit by no less than 50 bullets. People at Huaibei Station took a look and found that it should be 7.92x57mm bullets. But Yoshida said that the other party

The firing time is very short, only a few seconds. Therefore, a weapon with such a fast firing rate may be some new type of airborne machine gun that is secretly equipped..."

Miss Nalan listened carefully and looked at him until he finished the last sentence and asked:

"Well, is there anything else?"

"temporarily unavailable."

Miss Nalan thought for a while, narrowed her eyes and said:

"Well, the flight practice has reached Pyongyang. The Nanming pilot is lying, that's for sure."

"Best regards, Miss Nalan!"

Miss Nalan ignored his compliment, bit her lip and thought for a while, and then said:

"Let's talk about your opinions first."

Sacra seized the opportunity to express himself and quickly expressed his analysis:

"It's like this. If the Pseudo-Ming Empress wanted to go to the north, she would naturally go to secretly inspect the Dongjiang Fleet. Since the Nanming royal family purchased this long-range aircraft last year, Zhu Yourong inspected the Dongjiang Fleet on the eve of the Spring Festival that year. The itinerary was very secretive.

It was also a night flight. At that time, no matter whether it was the Qing Dynasty or the Pseudo-Ming Dynasty, everyone was speculating whether this kind of inspection would become an annual routine. This time it seems clear. However, last year she only flew over three days before New Year's Eve.

I came back a day later. This year it was moved more than a month in advance. It may have been deliberately moved in advance to prevent people from accurately predicting the date and itinerary. We would have done the same thing."

Miss Nalan was thoughtful and said hesitantly:

"That's right...but it should also be noted that there were fighter escorts last year... Nanming's fighter jets had a range of less than 700 kilometers. They were first escorted by fighter jets from Nanjing to a point midway, and then were relayed by fighter jets from Dongjiang Base.

Escort. But this time, no fighter escort was found."

Sacra nodded quickly and said:

"The lady is right, this is a problem."

Miss Nalan glanced at him and said to herself:

"Maybe she wanted to be more secretive this time, so she didn't alert the army... Maybe she was very confident that no one could guess her itinerary..."

Sacra continued:

"This is also very possible."

Miss Nalan looked at him and frowned:

"Then what do I want you to do?"

Sacra's face turned red and white with embarrassment. Several subordinates nearby snickered secretly while guessing the identity of Miss Nalan.

Miss Nalan found that Sacra was being laughed at by her subordinates and waved her hand:

"Let them all go down first."

Sacra breathed a sigh of relief and drove her subordinates out, feeling that her face felt better.

Miss Nalan asked again:

"Has the information from Nanjing arrived?"

"This... hasn't come here yet, but the pseudo-Ming royal family just announced today at noon that Queen Zhu Yourong suddenly fell seriously ill and will not be able to attend the royal charity auction tonight. However, the several items she donated will still be auctioned as usual."

"Oh, that's it..." Miss Nalan pondered, her eyes suddenly shone, and she asked with great interest, "The auction item? What did she donate this time?"

Sacra smiled and said:

"Haha, it's not jewelry, a mink coat or something... By the way, the fake newspaper said that there is a very valuable diamond necklace tonight. I heard that the base price is 80,000 Mingyang!"

"She is really rich..." Miss Nalan said sourly, "A necklace costs more than 80,000 yuan... But let me tell you, I know all her details... Many of her jewelry are big jewelry from France and Italy.

Shang Bai gave it to her, and she didn't have to spend a penny... As long as she showed up wearing someone's item once, that item would become the darling of the upper class... Huh, when do you get tired of playing with it?
To be continued...