Xiao Anzi rushed into the study and shouted to Chen Zhen, who was closing his eyes and concentrating: "Young Master, I finally figured out where Zhao Luan got the money from, and he got involved!".

Chen Zhen opened his eyes, looked at the panting little Anzi in front of him, and said calmly: "Is this a black market?".

Xiao Anzi looked at Chen Zhen in surprise, with confusion on his face, wondering how the young master knew?

"Don't be confused. After you sent Yamamoto Seimei away, Matsui Yasukawa focused on the issue of the black market."

"It's said to be a death order from the Muto Agency, and these bugs must be severely punished!"

"You can even be shot on the spot without reporting."

"At the end of the day, the official document from the security headquarters also arrived."

"If I don't know where Zhao Luan's money comes from, am I being a fool?"

"However, I heard that you ordered Chu Qing to carry out the mission, but you didn't do anything?" Chen Zhen changed into a comfortable position and asked.

As soon as this matter was mentioned, Xiao Anzi's teeth were filled with hatred and he said in a cold voice: "This person named Chu doesn't regard you as his boss at all."

"Master, if we don't respond, no one will take us seriously in the future!".

When Chen Zhen heard this, he smiled and said, "You haven't issued a formal document, so of course he can refuse."

"After all, the gendarmerie is not the private property of our Chen family."

"A person who despises his superior is not a serious crime at all and cannot be punished."

"It's different now. We have official documents. Originally, I wanted to give this offending job to Zhao Lu'an."

"I didn't expect Chu Qing to stand up on his own. It's really interesting!" After saying that, he took out the official document from the Security Headquarters from his briefcase and pushed it in front of Xiao Anzi.

Xiao Anzi grew up with Chen Zhen, so he naturally understood it, took the order, and walked out of the study with a wicked smile.

Chen Zhen looked at the wide open study door and felt helpless. However, he was tired for a day and was too lazy to care. He continued to close his eyes and rest.

...

Under the dim light, Zhang Xianchen looked pale, biting the stick, and nodded to Xiaolan next to him, signaling that the operation could begin.

Xiaolan held the newly sterilized scalpel in her hand, trembling and slicing open Zhang Xianchen's already swollen shoulder.

Black blood and pus flowed down the wound, and the clean sheets immediately turned black and red.

Zhang Xianchen chewed the wooden stick loudly, and large beads of sweat flowed down his face.

When Xiaolan saw this, she didn't dare to take the second blow!

Zhang Xianchen spit out the wooden stick in his mouth and said in a trembling voice: "Don't be afraid, keep going, I can still hold it in!"

"As long as the bullet remains in my arm, my hand will be useless!" After saying that, he picked up the stick with his unrestricted hand and bit it again.

Xiaolan recalled the content of her training in Nomenkan, stabilized her emotions, and decisively made the second cut.

Zhang Xianchen felt so painful that he looked up to the sky and screamed, and the veins on his neck suddenly popped out.

Xiaolan no longer hesitated, picked up the pliers, and probed into the flesh, looking for the location of the warhead.

The pliers searched through the flesh and blood, and finally found the bullet embedded in the bone. With a firm tug, the bullet was taken out of Zhang Xianchen's arm.

Zhang Xianchen collapsed directly on the bed, the wooden stick fell to the ground, and his sweat was like light rain, completely soaking his clothes and sheets.

Xiaolan didn't care whether Zhang Xianchen was dead or alive.

Instead, he picked up the vodka that had been placed aside, took a sip, swallowed it, gasped for two seconds, and poured the entire bottle of 78-degree liquor directly into the wound.

Zhang Xianchen, who was paralyzed, did not expect that he would suffer this crime again.

The whole person stood up like a carp and jumped directly from the bed to the ground.

Xiaolan swooped down and covered Zhang Xianchen's mouth to prevent him from making any sound.

In just one minute, Xiao Lan and Zhang Xianchen exhausted all their strength and both collapsed to the ground.

Zhang Xianchen had completely passed out, and Xiaolan sat on the ground, breathing heavily to regain her strength.

The pus and blood on his arms had drained away, revealing the pink muscles.

Seeing that Zhang Xianchen had passed out, Xiaolan used the remaining vodka to clean the wound, then applied disinfectant powder and wrapped the wound with a bandage.

Only one box of penicillin (penicillin) was left during the operation.

Xiaolan kept this secret and secretly hid it inside her boots.

When they left Mao'er Mountain, they had already thrown away all the items that could arouse suspicion in the middle of nowhere, just because they were afraid that taking them with them might arouse the suspicion of the spies.

Unexpectedly, it was this small box of medicine that saved Zhang Xianchen's life.

He opened Zhang Xianchen's mouth, stuffed a piece of it into his mouth, and then poured water into it to ensure that the medicine entered his body.

Xiaolan struggled to stand up, changed the soaked sheets on the bed, and finally dragged Zhang Xianchen onto the bed with all her strength.

After finishing the work, Xiaolan panted heavily, looked at the pale Zhang Xianchen, sighed inwardly, and stayed by the bed, waiting for the result.

If the fever goes away tomorrow morning, Zhang Xianchen will live.

Otherwise, you have to think about how to complete the task!

Just as Xiaolan looked at Zhang Xianchen with worried eyes, another member of the Locust team also encountered trouble of his own.

Chu Liang and Wang Yu were sitting on the train, undergoing interrogation.

The two comrades who responded have been taken to the commander's room for investigation.

Chu Liang stared in the direction of the conductor's room and wanted to stand up several times, but was stopped by Wang Yu's eyes.

Zhou Yi was sitting in the conductor's cabin, being investigated by the Manchurian Railway Police.

There is no problem with the Good Citizen Certificate. It was specially issued by the Harbin Police Department and was specially produced for Operation Utra.

Manchuria is an independent kingdom. Even the Kwantung Army cannot command it and can only ask for cooperation.

However, their authority is limited to railways and expatriate areas, and they rarely extend their tentacles.

The Manchurian police checked it over and over again, but found nothing wrong with it, so they handed the pass back to Zhou Yi and asked in blunt Mandarin: "Why are you going to Harbin?"

Zhou Yi took the pass and said expressionlessly: "I am an employee of Qiulin Company and I am going home to visit relatives."

"Now that the holiday is over, I'm back to work in Harbin!".

The answer was impeccable, and the Manchurian police officer looked at Lu Ming next to him.

Lu Ming's face was full of dissatisfaction, and he was disgusted with the police arresting people indiscriminately. He said: "I am an employee of the Harbin Bus Company. I was sent to Xinjing by the company to buy engine parts."

"After the contract is signed, I will return to Harbin."

"Excuse me, Mr. Police Officer, do you have any questions?"

The police officer was speechless when asked, threw Lu Ming's pass in Lu Ming's face, and cursed viciously: "China pig!"

"You have a problem. If I find it, I will arrest you both!".

Lu Ming's face turned red with anger and he stood up angrily, but Zhou Yi grabbed Lu Ming's hand and dragged him out of the commander's cabin.

Zhou Yi dragged Lu Ming to the junction of the carriages and lit a cigarette for him to calm him down so that the other two would not notice his flaws.

The two of them finished smoking the cigarettes in their hands before returning to their seats.
Chapter completed!