Looking at the number of enemies surrounding him, Lao Liao knew that it would be difficult for him to break through.
"Dingding bell-Dingding bell!"
The tram is approaching.
Lao Liao looked up and looked at it. At most, the tram would arrive at the station in half a minute.
Cheng Qianfan will get out of the car and get the connector.
"Although Comrade 'Flame' is young, he is an old comrade with rich experience in fighting. He should be able to restrain himself and not be reckless and impulsive!"
‘Flame’ is Cheng Qianfan’s code name.
However, Lao Liao knew that in this case, even if Comrade "Flame" looked here more or had an expression wrong, it would attract the attention of the enemy.
Most importantly, he was a single-line contact person for Comrade ‘Flag’. He was arrested. According to organizational discipline, Comrade ‘Flag’ must be transferred immediately.
This has nothing to do withstand the torture of the enemy, it is organizational discipline.
"Old Liao, Comrade 'Flame' is very important, you must protect him."
This is what he said when his superior comrade Zhulin arranged for him to be the contact person for "Flame". He held his hand with both hands and specifically reminded him to say.
At the end of last year, the Shanghai Special Forces Organization was destroyed by the enemy and suffered heavy losses. Comrade "Zhulin" was unfortunately arrested and died bravely.
This is the last task assigned to him by Comrade ‘Zhulin’.
Lao Liao understood the meaning of Comrade "Zhulin" not only to protect the life safety of "Flag" but also to protect the legitimate identity of "Flag".
Under such a cruel struggle situation, it is too precious to have such a comrade in the organization who has entered the concession police room and has a clean wealth and can withstand the scrutiny of the enemy.
...
Lao Liao touched the bottle of wine in his hand.
His eyes burst into destiny.
From the first day of his participation in the revolution, he put his life and death aside.
This situation has appeared in his mind countless times.
He is mentally prepared.
If he cannot get out of here, he will sacrifice his life at the last moment without hesitation and stop the danger from him.
It must not threaten the safety of the party organization.
To this day, the safety of Comrade ‘Scarlet’ must not be threatened.
Lao Liao suddenly pulled into his arms.
"Be careful, the old man has a gun!"
Bang!
Bang!
Some team members opened fire first, and a shot hit Lao Liao in the chest.
"Bastard, who told you to shoot!"
"Catch the living."
Wang Kangnian rushed down from the upstairs with his men in anger.
He is 100% sure now that this old man is here to join the Red Party today.
"Save people! Stop bleeding!"
This old man cannot die.
...
As soon as Cheng Qianfan got out of the car, he heard a "bang" gunshot.
His heart suddenly rose to his throat.
Amid the screams, the crowds at the scene and the passengers who got off the bus were in a mess, and the crowd rushed to run for their lives.
Cheng Qianfan hid in the crowd and glanced at the place where the gunshots were heard under the cover of the crowd.
There were two more snaps.
"Old Liao?!"
Although it was just a hurried glance, Cheng Qianfan was extremely sure of the familiar figure. The hunchbacked old man who fell to the ground was the old party member who was about to join him, a loyal comrade-in-arms on the road to revolution, Lao Liao.
Cheng Qianfan's heart suddenly fell into the bottom of the valley.
"Old Liao!"
In the crack of the man, his gaze met Lao Liao who was lying on the ground.
A spy was holding Lao Liao's chest tightly, trying to stop the flowing blood.
The dark red blood, like an impatient to nourish the soil, condensed into a small blood-colored mud behind Lao Liao.
Cheng Qianfan's eyes were red.
Lao Liao's body twitched, and he used his last strength to stop his head from looking over there. When he turned his head, there was a smile on the corner of his old eyes.
...
Wang Kangnian felt aroused in his heart and looked up.
But I only saw the common people in chaos.
No suspicious person was found.
As early as when Wang Kangnian was moved, Cheng Qianfan took advantage of the chaos and quickly turned around and hid himself among the fleeing citizens.
With the running crowd, leaving without looking back!
He walked very quickly, bent down slightly, protecting the bottle of wine he was holding, as if the bottle of wine was Lao Liao lying on the ground with blood flowing all over the ground.
Not far behind him, Lao Liao lay there quietly.
His old body lay on the black and white steps of the platform, just like the white mountains and black waters of his hometown.
The blood flows and the rice wine flowing out of the broken wine bottle gathers...
Lao Liao had a smile on his face, as if saying: Old women, kids, I have completed the task, I'm here to find you.
...
"That's the evil mom!" Ding Naifei quickly touched Lao Liao's body and spitted at the corpse, "This old man cheated us, there was no gun!"
When Wang Kangnian heard this, his face became more and more gloomy.
The old man's move was to trick the operation team members into shooting.
He is seeking death!
This man spared no time to use his life to protect the person who was connected with him.
This only shows that the person he protected is very, very important.
Such a big fish was missed like this, and Wang Kangnian was so angry that he wanted to kill someone.
He turned around and slapped Ding Naifei in the face.
"waste!"
Dou-Dou-Dou!
The policemen in the French Concession blew their whistles and arrived late.
...
"Team leader, the police are here." A team member said anxiously.
The Party Investigation Office has no right to enforce the law in the French Concession, especially this time when the gun was fired, the matter was a big deal.
If caught by the police, the Frenchman would be happy to give them some colors.
Wang Kangnian was sad and angry. However, his country's territory was occupied by ghosts, and he called it a loan, which was really a shame for the party and the country's soldiers.
Wang Kangnian first glanced at a team member in the corner, with the other party hanging on his neck and nodding at him.
Wang Kangnian breathed a sigh of relief, gritted his teeth and spit out a word, "Remove!"
A car braked and stopped suddenly.
Wang Kangnian took the team member to get on the bus quickly, and the driver immediately stepped on the accelerator and left.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Under the leadership of Ding Naifei, the rest of the team members fled in various places and disappeared into complex alleys of all sizes.
The patrolman Lu Dazhang from Xiafei Road ran over with several patrolmen, glanced at the corpse on the ground, muttered and cursed, and arranged for someone to carry the corpse.
The crowd that had just fled gathered again, people were either looking numbly, some showed unbearable expression, and some were talking about it...
...
"Old Liao, I will never let your blood flow in vain."
Cheng Qianfan's pace was light, but his heart was extremely heavy and sad.
Lao Liao's sacrifice made him very sad and angry.
For a moment, he almost couldn't help but rush in and tried to rescue his comrades and comrades from the enemy's siege.
However, this idea was cruelly rejected by him.
It's not his cold-blooded.
Instead,
The living sometimes bears more than the dead.
Every living person has carried so many expectations and instructions from his dead comrades!
This is the cruelty of underground work.
I witnessed my comrades’ sacrifice with my own eyes, but I was powerless and could only turn around and leave. What a cruel and painful torture.
Especially Lao Liao's last decisive look, Cheng Qianfan will never forget:
Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!
"Old Liao, go well. Maybe that day in the future, I will die at the hands of the enemy. Our Yama Palace will fight side by side again, and fight against the man-eating Yama for eight hundred rounds.
If I survived by chance to win, I would definitely come to your grave with the news of victory, drink with you, chat and tell you:
We Chinese are not slaves who can be mermaid meat!
We Chinese stand up.
We Chinese live a good life..."
...
Cheng Qianfan was carrying the wine, and he tried his best to calm his face and look no different from usual.
He went to Wanzhenxing braised vegetable restaurant and bought Wan's pig's trotters and fat, oily pork head meat.
After going around, I bought another roast chicken, half a pound of stinky tofu, roasted edamame, and two pounds of raw fried.
I bought some salt fried peanuts and pickles.
"An Fuli." Cheng Qianfan waved and got into a rickshaw.
The rickshaw shuttles through the busiest downtown area of the French Concession, and a modern girl wearing a cheongsam sways in a handbag, swaying in a variety of shapes.
Old Ker, wearing a top hat, put on an easel, and a little girl with admirational eyes stood beside her.
The colorful Shanghai, singing and dancing, was black and white in Cheng Qianfan's eyes.
The rickshaw driver ran hard, and the sweat dripped from the cold weather.
Cheng Qianfan also had tears on his cheeks.
He lowered his hat and covered his sad eyes - Cheng Qianfan wiped his face and smiled. He hummed the song, and the tune was cheerful.