"I don't have good skills." Cheng Qianfan shook his head. An insider could see that the lock had been pried over at a glance.

Peng and Ou touched their nose awkwardly. He pried open the door lock. Then he opened the door and came in. Shao Ma locked it out and left.

He also asked Ma Shao specifically, "The lock is not broken." Ma Shao checked it but couldn't see any problem.

Cheng Qianfan shook his head and said nothing. He kept it secretly in his heart. He tried to avoid this street style in the future. He thought things simply. Lao Peng did not have the ability to slip through the door and pick the locks, but would instead make a mistake.

The lock must have been broken, and this family must have known that the door lock was pried open and that the family had thieves.

Cheng Qianfan first flipped out the window on the second floor, came to the front door, "opened the lock" and opened the door, and let Peng and Ou go out.

After Peng and Ou left, he "locked" the door lock from outside again.

Then, enter again through the second floor window.

The family was turned around in a mess, and only a dozen yuan was found.

This is also normal. There are so many thieves who break into the air door on Shanghai. Many citizens need to leave their home temporarily, and no money will be stored in empty houses.

He put more than a dozen pieces of ocean into his pocket and Cheng Qianfan took them out from the second floor. He was as clever as a cat and quickly disappeared into the night.

...

the next day.

This is August 23, 26th year of the Republic of China.

The eleventh day of the outbreak of the Second Songhu War.

Li Hao drove Cheng Qianfan to work.

Cheng Qianfan sat in his seat, his eyes closed and pretended to sleep.

Suddenly, a sudden brake was braked.

Cheng Qianfan suddenly opened his eyes and subconsciously touched the gun holster with his right hand.

"Tell me a little red guy." Li Hao poked his head out of the car window and cursed.

This was a newspaper boy who suddenly rushed out of the roadside. If Li Hao had not been alert and had reacted quickly and braked in advance, the newspaper boy would have been hit.

The scolded newspaper boy was frightened. He knew that he could drive a car that was not something he could afford.

"Go and go." Li Hao waved his hand.

The tabloid breathed a sigh of relief, her frightened face stretched out and she bowed happily to the car.

Then he came to the side of the road and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers! The air force athletes are bloody and blue sky, and all the people are sad!"

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers! I entered the school in the same year, graduated in the same year, died in the same year, and a good man in his twenties sacrificed his life to his country, and the Air Force martyrs have passed away forever!"

"Do I want me to get out of the car and buy one?" Li Hao asked in a low voice.

"Let's go." Cheng Qianfan waved his hand.

Li Hao saw that Brother Fan was in a low mood through the rearview mirror, and did not dare to say anything else and continued driving forward.

Central Police Office, No. 22 Xuehuali Road, Third Police Office.

"Hello, Chief!"

"Submission Commander!"

"Big boss!"

Cheng Qianfan walked straight to his office, and his subordinates along the way stood up to say hello to him.

He nodded slightly, entered the office, closed the door, and saw the newspaper on the table.

This is a "Central Daily".

...

Lu Xingge was also reading the newspaper.

The Central Daily News opened a column on the front line of the Songhu War.

It is said that this is the suggestion of Mr. Wendan, the Chairman of the Standing Committee, and the Chairman agreed with mercy.

Unlike before, today's column focuses on the stories of Air Force martyrs.

"...Struggling to force the plane to land at Hongqiao Airport, people who ran up to rescue found that Shengyun Pavilion had died, and their hands were still holding machine guns tightly - Shengyun Pavilion (prototype: Martyr Ren Yun Pavilion), a native of Xiong County, Hebei Province, died for his country at the age of 24."

"My pilot Yan Haiwen was shot down by the Japanese army while performing a bombing mission.

After parachuting, he was surrounded by the Japanese army.

After shooting and killing several Japanese troops who rushed up, he left the last bullet to himself - Yan Haiwen (prototype: Martyr Yan Haiwen), a native of Beizhen, Liaoning, who died at the age of 21."

"My plane No. 904 suddenly broke down and gradually fell behind.

Pilot Shen Chonghai and Chen Xicun could have parachuted to escape, but resolutely flew into the enemy ship - Shen Chonghai (prototype: Martyr Shen Chonghai), a native of Nanjing, died for his country at the age of 26. Chen Xichun (prototype, Martyr Chen Xichun), a native of Changsha, died for his country at the age of 21."

"When landing in Hangzhou, there were 56 bullet holes on the landline. Li Wenshan was seriously injured and was sent to the hospital to be cured. He died heroically. In Li Wenshan's cockpit, four large characters written in blood were clearly in the eyes - "Return my rivers and mountains"! - Li Wenshan (prototype: Martyr Li Wenshao), Bin County, Jilin, died at the age of 24."

Lu Xingge's eyes were staring at the newspaper, his chest was undulating violently and his eyes were red:

Yun Pavilion!

My brother!

A painful roar in his heart!
Chapter completed!