He was anxious, and he was still waiting for a call from the Northwest Headquarters:

After he left Shanghai, the three-person party group of the "Flame" in the Police Office was independent of the Jiangsu Provincial Party Committee and the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee and was directly led by the headquarters?

Or can the "Flame" three-person party group be handed over to Comrade Fang Jinghua?

This requires the headquarters, the "farmer" and even the "Xiangwu" himself to make the decision.

Peng and Ou are now worried that if Comrade Fang Jinghua didn't know Cheng Qianfan's identity and with Fang Jinghua's jealousy of evil, it would be possible to arrange an anti-traitor.

...

The next day.

The morning sun shines on the earth.

The second floor of a street-facing hotel.

Ruan Zhiyuan was summoning his subordinates to give a speech.

"Brothers, it's time to be loyal to the party and the country."

"I am willing to accompany you to kill you."

As he said that, he pointed to a tea stall on the side of the road, "I will be there later, and I will watch all the brothers eliminate evil."

"Everyone is killed, and Mr. Ruan is also a man who should commit suicide by drinking and taking a drink. Be a companion in the underworld!"

Ruan Zhiyuan was passionate and his eyes showed his ambition to die.

The five subordinates were both sad and scared, but they had the courage to die.

...

"Assistant Ruan, you are the assistant to the webmaster and our top peak. You are willing to sacrifice your life with us. What else can I say, brothers," said a subordinate gritting his teeth, "Kill the traitor Yang Fuyuan and be loyal to the party and the country."

"Good brother!" Ruan Zhiyuan's eyes turned red and patted the man on the shoulder.

"Assistant Ruan, I'm not a thing. I used to call you a fool who is afraid of death. I'll apologize to you." Another subordinate said, and said, bowing to Ruan Zhiyuan and kneeling down, "I have no eyes and mistakenly treat heroes as bears."

"Those who do not know will not be guilty!" Ruan Zhiyuan helped the man up and said emotionally, "You and my brothers will go to the underworld today to sacrifice their lives for their own sake, and it will not be in vain for this life!"

Ruan Zhiyuan ordered the five people to hold up the wine bowl, "Today, do great things, eliminate traitors, and all will be determined to die!"

He took out a short gun from his arms, "Ruan left a bullet for himself, and he would never let the little Japanese catch a living!"

"So we do!"

"Me too!"

"Never survive!"

"And me!"

"Same for me!"

Ruan Zhiyuan was moved and raised his wine glass, "Brothers, kill me for my country, meet me! It's done!"

"I've killed myself and died!"

Everyone growled and raised their necks!

...

Half an hour later.

Ruan Zhiyuan sat on the bench of the tea stall and stared nervously around.

He sat in the middle, and there was an alley entrance next to him.

"Hey, what are you shaking?" A tea cook pointed at Ruan Zhiyuan and cursed.

"Participy, take more burdens, take more burdens." Ruan Zhiyuan firmly calmed down and apologized with his fists.

At this moment, a black car drove out of the apartment.

Ruan Zhiyuan saw the license plate clearly, his eyes widened, and he stood up with one hand on the tea table. Then, he splashed the tea from the tea cup towards the road with extremely stiff movements.

After doing this, Ruan Zhiyuan held the table with both hands and gasped heavily.

Almost at the same time he splashed water.

Five agents dressed as fruit vendors, needle and thread-wire porters took out Mauser's pistol from their bodies and began to shoot wildly.

The bullets were shot at Yang Fuyuan's car like raindrops.

And according to the scheduled plan, almost all bullets were concentrated on the person in the back seat.

Seeing the man in the back seat was shot seven or eight times in the chest, his flesh and blood were blurred, and the agents were overjoyed.

At this time, I heard a police whistle, and a group of Japanese military police came in two groups carrying Type 38 rifles.

...

The Japanese army's shooting skills were extremely accurate. With a burst of gunfire, three agents were killed and killed.

Another man was shot in the leg and without hesitation, he stuffed the barrel into his mouth and pulled the trigger.

"Assistant Ruan, let's stop you, you retreat first." The only remaining agent shouted. He was the one who had "misunderstood" Ruan Zhiyuan who was afraid of death. At this moment, he was thinking about dying with his own body and fighting for a chance to survive for Ruan Zhiyuan.

However, he turned his head and took a look. The tea stall was empty and Ruan Zhiyuan was no longer seen.
Chapter completed!