Subtitle of this chapter: Master Yuan with many flaws

In order to get out, our Master Yuan had to resist being reluctant, and stood up and held the other person's shoulders and mixed her up.

He grinned and showed six snow-white front teeth, and said cheerfully: "Luo... can I call you An?"

"Don, do, of course."

What's the point of this little girl trembled? My Daxinxiang is not getting malaria at this latitude.

He frowned secretly in his heart, but his face was bright and bright: "An, when I thought that a woman like a honeysuckle could make such a great contribution to our anarchist cause, it may now fall into the hands of the minions of the American imperialism, and I have never considered my own safety. As for your misunderstanding, it is necessary to be vigilant. I don't blame you at all. Don't have any thought burden..."

Honeysuckle is honeysuckle. Master Yuan, who has been angry recently, missed this thing very much, so he said it casually.

He talked to himself and pulled up his little hand and continued, "On the contrary, you are so young that you are engaged in such a dangerous work, and you must pay attention to your safety. We, Ceres, have two poems. Keep the green woods in spring, and the warm fire in winter. Keep your brilliant youth, and the success of our revolution."

The little girl in honeysuckle can't stand such warm, timeless, profound and wise poems as "Keep the green mountains without worrying about burning firewood" and "It's better to live than to die."

It's also pitiful. Aienica Rochell, who was raised by her mother alone, never knew what fatherly love was. Her displaced life also prevented her from meeting a big brother-type man. Instead, she had more knowledge of those stinky men who had bad intentions towards her mother and herself, and anarchists who had more or less abnormal minds.

It is not discrimination against left-wing anarchists, but this radical who regards human life as nothing is either out of deep hatred for all ruling classes or has great love for the oppressed people all over the world. How can these two kinds of people be normal?

Therefore, once class contradictions ease or class contradictions give way to national contradictions, anarchic radicalism will not be so popular, and anarchic syndicalism can jump around for a few times. This is exactly what is happening in the United States in 1920.

She only met a guy like Yuan Yanshu who has the identities of a senior intellectual and an "anarchist" in her life. Well, there are really not many senior intellectuals like Master Yuan who can fool him.

She suddenly experienced a strange feeling, the feeling that she usually only had those strange dreams. Miss Aiuka's pretty face suddenly became very strange.

As an old driver, Yuan Yan was also stunned. I was just a few words of our Seris' warm, timeless, profound and wise poems. Why does this little girl look like that?

Just when our Master Yuan was puzzled, Miss Aiuka could no longer bear it. She broke away from the man's hand, turned her head and rushed towards the kitchen, and hurriedly hit a few chairs along the way. But when she arrived at the door of the kitchen, she seemed to remember something, and turned around and rushed towards the door.

She forgot that the door was locked, and she pulled it several times before she remembered it. She quickly took out the key and opened the door and ran out.

Yuan Yan suddenly watched her back, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in her heart...

"Comrade Yuan, you are really...hahaha...it's so interesting!"

Seeing his daughter's embarrassing appearance, Sister Wei'an was not annoyed, but instead smiled and even couldn't hold the gun in her hand.

Our Master Yuan looked at her and was about to use a "Dragon Claw Hand"... After thinking about it, he still gave up.

The blonde beauty smiled for a long time, suddenly sighed, and said sadly: "This child An is also very pitiful. Comrade Yuan, if you have the chance, you must take good care of her."

"If you have a chance, of course you have a chance." Yuan Yan nodded quickly and said, "Would you please put down your gun? If you leave the fire, there will be no chance at all."

"This is not possible!" Sister Wei'an turned into a serious expression and said, "It is impossible for me to put down my gun before you prove your identity."

Our Master Yuan sneered and said, "My identity? Can't I prove that I am your comrade after I saved your daughter?"

"No!" The blonde beauty shook her head and said, "We have investigated you. Nyu's college student, a big figure in the Chinese gang, a guest of the Baker family, and a regular guest in some entertainment venues. So Comrade Yuan, do you think people with these identities will be our comrades?"

Yuan Yan suddenly felt cold when she heard this and blurted out, "Are you wathcing me?"

He also regretted, Oh, I don’t have rich experience in revolutionary struggles. I was forced to save Miss Rochelle by Master Ball, which naturally attracted the attention of the organization. It was a good idea to monitor myself. If I don’t care about me, then can this organization still make big news like the Wall Street explosion?

But I didn't think of this... No, the mother and daughter didn't run away quickly and stayed at the crime scene. I couldn't imagine such a thing!

There must be hidden information in this!

Sister Wei'an smiled slightly and did not answer the question, but continued to ask: "And Comrade Yuan, don't you think the whole thing is weird? How did you know that nypd is going to arrest An?"

"Well, even if you have an insider in nypd that you get the news early, how do you know where An will be? And you also know her name."

"Comrade Yuan, if you say you are from our standpoint, will you suspect that he is fishing for big fish with a long line? Will you investigate such a mysterious person?"

Our Master Yuan was speechless when asked and didn't know how to answer.

I didn't expect that there were so many flaws in me. Fortunately, this was not an investigation led by government forces with huge resources. However, such a terrorist organization can already find that many things are wrong with me.

I am too careless, so I must be careful in the future... So should I rely on my second identity to take a gamble now?

He took a deep breath, his face showing a look of fatigue and boredom, and said in a very unceremonious tone: "I saved your daughter and helped your organization, and I have never asked for any repatriation, right?"

"And you have been following me for so many days. Do you still think I am a federal agent or a private detective?"

"If you really think so, then beat me to death! Of course, if you are not afraid of attracting nypd's attention."

Our Master Yuan dares to say this because he is a student at a young age. Now he has added friends from the Baker family. He is not the kind of homeless man who has disappeared and no one cares about it. Moreover, he is not here secretly. If someone is interested, you will know that he came to this shop this morning after investigation.
Chapter completed!