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.
Chapter completed!