Grand French Park.
Cheng Qianfan, wearing a used-on-old long-distance running gown, was holding a snack in his hand and gnawed it, perhaps choking. He picked up the kettle he carried with him, and Gudong Gudong was a few big mouthfuls.
He beat his chest twice with his right fist and finally swallowed it.
I burped comfortably.
He took out the kraft paper wrapped in snacks, used it to wrap the box containing sulfonamide powder, and took out the notes of about 300 French coins together, wrapped them carefully, tied them with straw ropes.
Three hundred French currencies are not much or less. He is worried that Peng and Ou are tight at hand and do not even have the money to give the injured chief some good food and supplement nutrition.
After a while, he strodes around, and takes a look at a secluded sycamore tree, walks over, stuffs things into the tree hole, and then moves two steps, then pretends to unbutton your belt and unwrap your hands.
"Oh."
A young couple not far from the sycamore tree saw this scene and the girl shouted.
"Tell me, I'm going to say you, get out." The man with a small appearance was frightened when he saw his female companion, and came up to point at Cheng Qianfan's nose and cursed.
"You have to care!"
Cheng Qianfan ignored it at all and continued to unbutton his belt and put it on his own.
"I'm sorry, I'm looking for a fight." The man from Xiaokai came up and wanted to take action.
"Why are you still hitting someone?" Cheng Qianfan said in a northern accent, hurriedly tied up his belt, and avoided the other party's fist.
Hearing that Cheng Qianfan had a foreign accent, the man in the little drive became even more excited. He pulled out his belt and rushed towards Cheng Qianfan.
...
Cheng Qianfan hid in a hurry, and was almost hit by the other party several times.
"Beat him! A stinking hooligan!"
"Oh, it's a little bit worse."
The woman on the side cheered for her male companion, and she was almost drawn to this hooligan for her frequently and exclaimed regret.
At this moment, Cheng Qianfan glanced at Ma Shao who was walking over from afar.
He no longer hides.
He grabbed the man's belt and pulled him hard, dragging him to the ground.
That's not all. Cheng Qianfan bent down, picked up a piece of shit on the ground, and threw it directly at the woman who was "beating the drum and cheering" next to him.
The ejaculation technique was accurate and threw it directly on the woman's head.
The street lights were dim. The woman didn't know what it was at first, so she reached out to wipe it, then smelled it again, and then there was a miserable scream and crying, "Ah, shit! Han Lin! Han Lin! Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w
Cheng Qianfan seemed to have 'not expected' that he hit the target with one blow. He looked down at his hand and muttered, "So accurate?"
As soon as I looked up, I saw the angry Han Lin.
Turn around and run.
The latter chased after him desperately.
...
Shao Ma pretended to go to the toilet and approached the sycamore tree that was used as a dead mailbox. She saw a man in a long robe and jacket running past her like a wind, and behind her was a man waving a belt and cursing and chasing.
Behind the two was a girl crying and running with one hand.
Ma Shao did not recognize the back of Cheng Qianfan who was dressed in disguise:
This person's body is habitually leaning forward when running, and seems to be about to fall forward at any time.
Seeing these three people leaving, Ma Shao breathed a sigh of relief.
These three of them were all near the dead mailbox just now. If they didn't leave, it would be quite troublesome for her to get information (things).
Cheng Qianfan was very familiar with the terrain in this area and threw away the chasers after wandering around.
He found the riverside to wash his hands, found a secluded corner, climbed over the alley walls, and circled around again. He went out from the south gate of the French Grand Park and called a rickshaw.
Sitting in the rickshaw, Cheng Qianfan shook his head and said in his heart that he had just teased the man and woman.
Logically speaking, he should leave when the two of them were not paying attention.
This is also a guideline for urgent delivery of items through a dead mailbox.
However, with these two people there, it would be more difficult for Shao Ma to take the things away successfully if she wanted to use the toilet. After all, Shao Ma does not have the agility of his ability:
After going to the toilet and passing by the sycamore tree, you can just quickly take away the things. If you stay for more, it will easily cause suspicion.
Cheng Qianfan had no choice but to take this bad approach and lead the two of them away.
This is really an unexpected situation:
There is a reason why this sycamore tree was chosen by him to become a revolutionary sycamore tree. There is a toilet not far from the sycamore tree. The toilet design in the French park is problematic. This is a vent at an angle, and the smell of the toilet floats towards the sycamore tree.
As long as you are a normal person, no one will stay here for a long time. Who would have thought that this man and woman would have a tryst in this delicious place?
...
Hans Clinic.
Peng and Ou held a cigarette with two fingers. The cigarette had been extinguished, but he still didn't realize it.
Hans put down the page of paper in his hand and frowned, "Is there no more detailed medical records?"
"This is the most detailed information." Peng Yuou said with a serious expression, "Our comrade is still on the way to Shanghai. They have not been able to contact their radio stations and cannot get the latest and most accurate news."
He looked at Hans with an anxious expression, "Comrade Hans, are you sure of using the description in the intelligence?"
"I don't know, I don't know." Hans shook his head, "The patient's condition information is limited. I need to see the patient, especially after taking an X-ray, I can tell you the answer."
As he said that, he pointed to the paper in his hand, "I was shot in my abdomen, but after a simple diagnosis and treatment. In addition, this comrade also had a penetrating injury on the back. You confirm that our comrade can support it until he arrives in Shanghai."
He shook his head, "I am very worried that in this situation, a long journey and a long journey have to cross the blockade line of the National Government Army, it is difficult to keep up with the nutrition. I am very worried that she will not be able to persist in arriving in Shanghai."
...
"Yes! Sure, it can!" Peng Yuou said, gritting his teeth, "He is very hard! More than 100,000 Kuomintang reactionaries have been siege and blocking them, and repeatedly encircled and suppressed them in southern Zhejiang. He has not caught him for three or four years. He has no food or clothing. He is hungry and eats grass roots, tree bark, and drinks spring water, snow water, mud water when he is thirsty. No matter how harsh the environment is, he is injured several times and is in danger countless times. He has not fallen. Without victory in the revolution, he will not fall."
"It's incredible." Hans showed an incredible expression and shook his head in admiration, "I want to pay tribute to them!"
"What preparations need to be done in advance?" Peng Yuou asked.
"Sulphonamide powder! This must be prepared first. I have no sulfonamide powder here anymore." Hans said.
Peng and Ou frowned, showing their worry, and finally gritted their teeth, "I'll find a way to do this."
With the "flame" in it, sulfonamide powder is not a problem for the current Shanghai Red Party. This is a deliberate expression of embarrassment by Peng and Ou.
As the situation becomes more and more tense, sulfonamide powder, known as the "magic medicine", is being paid more attention to. People from all walks of life are hoarding this medicine. Now almost many sulfonamides are snatched away on the black market, and can even be described as having a price but not having a market.
In this case, if he shows that he can easily get sulfonamide powder, this may be a flaw.
There are only a few black market merchants who now have sulfa powder on the black market in Shanghai, especially the chief of the inspector Cheng in the Central District of the French Concession. Peng and Ou must try to erase all clues and doubts that may be involved in Cheng Qianfan.
...
"What else?" Peng and Ou asked.
"There is another thing, I'm not sure yet." Hans pointed to the X-ray machine in the clinic and said, "My X-ray machine is a bit outdated. If possible, it's best to use the latest X-ray machine to check this comrade. Of course, this requires a decision based on his actual situation after this comrade arrives in Shanghai."
"Where is the latest X-ray machine in the French Concession?" Peng Yuou asked immediately.
Although according to Hans, perhaps it is possible to use the current X-ray machine, he must make the most preparations.
"The police hospital where Telas is out of the road," Hans said. "They just bought the latest German-made X-ray machine two months ago."
"Okay." Peng and Ou nodded and secretly remembered this matter in their hearts.
Chapter completed!