(I have been a volunteer for a whole day. I came home at 11 o'clock last night and it is 9:30 today. It is true that I did not revise it well.)

(Sorry everyone!)

(Today is the second round of nucleic acid testing in LY City. I am guarding the toll booth. I thought I would have time to write a little, but unfortunately, I still haven’t found the time.)

(sorry Sorry!)

(After the 18th, new nucleic acid testing will begin. In LY City, except for pharmacies, hospitals, and supermarkets, all factories and units will stop and switch to online offices.)

(The epidemic is really getting worse!)

(I am also reflecting on it, but I must admit that the mid-term rhythm has collapsed.)

(Orange is sorry to everyone, after all, this is everyone’s hard-earned money.)

It's said to be an intelligence club, but it's actually just a bar.

But unlike other pubs, this place is membership-only, and you can't get in without an invitation card from the store.

An Hai did not go in immediately, but smoked a cigarette, patted the snow foam on his body, took out the card from his pocket, and walked in openly.

"Sir, your membership card?"

The waiter in a suit at the door politely stopped An Hai and wanted to check his membership card.

The waiter also went about his business as usual, so An Hai handed it over without saying anything.

"Please put it away!"

The waiter checked it carefully, then handed the membership card back politely, and gave a careful reminder.

An Hai nodded, opened the door, walked into the tavern, took off his hat and coat, hung them on the hangers, and walked straight to the bar.

"Sir, what would you like to drink?"

The bartender noticed An Hai walking over and asked enthusiastically.

"a cup of coffee!"

An Hai didn't order wine. He came here to gather information. Alcohol might slow down his analytical ability.

"OK, wait!"

Customers are God. The bartender was not surprised that the customer in front of him went to the bar to drink coffee.

In fact, he couldn't make a few glasses of wine every day, but he was very good at brewing coffee.

An Hai quietly watched the bartender brewing coffee, his eyes drifting to the wall.

At 6:11, in less than twenty minutes, new information will be sent to this bar.

The other guests in the bar did not gather together or even communicate with each other. They all drank their drinks and waited for the information to arrive.

Time was passing away little by little. An Hai was also tasting the steaming coffee, but his mind was not on the bitter coffee.

Instead, he was thinking about who the Kwantung Army headquarters would send to the Jehol front line again.

There are several deputy chiefs of staff of the Kwantung Army, and each of them is responsible for different tasks.

Eryu was specifically in charge of the war room. Almost all strategic deployments of the Kwantung Army came from this person.

An Hai also knew this through his connections, and it took him about a month to figure out the old guy's movements.

If he had followed his previous plan, he would have found a way to abduct Sui Yu before he took action, and then extract the march plan from his mouth bit by bit.

But this plan was rejected by the North Manchuria Provincial Committee.

The clever old Yu devised a nonsense plan and went to the airport to assassinate him with his own strength.

What a stupid person to come up with this plan.

The airport has a security force, and Eryu will be accompanied by a large number of guards.

There is no shortage of long guns or short cannons, and under the premise that the numbers and firepower are not superior, they dare to act rashly.

This is not an action, this is a crime.

An Hai's only younger brother also died in this operation.

Every time he thought of this, An Hai's heart ached as if thousands of needles were piercing it.

That was his biological brother, the brother who grew up together.

Thinking of this, An Hai subconsciously clenched the coffee cup tightly, with such strength that the white glazed porcelain surface even made a sound.

An Hai spent a minute to calm down his bad mood. In this minute, he seemed to have aged ten years.

Joy hurts the heart, anger hurts the liver.

Great joy and great sadness are as harmful to the body as poison.

While everyone was waiting, the time finally came to 6:30.

Although there was no prompt sound, everyone on the first floor put down the cups in their hands and looked towards the second floor, as if something strange had happened.

On the stairs to the second floor, there were four waiters standing with smiles on their faces. They completely ignored the eyes and arrows of the customers on the first floor and stood firmly on the stairs.

This stalemate did not last long.

Soon someone came down from the second floor, walked quickly to the four waiters, and briefly explained a few words.

Probably after hearing the instructions, the four waiters did not stay on the stairs, but walked down and into the backyard.

Every customer in the bar is not here to admire the beautiful women. They represent various forces and want to find the answer in this small bar.

Seeing that the roadblocks had already dispersed in recognition of the current situation, they were not polite, and they all got up and walked to the second floor.

An Hai was not in a hurry, but let these impatient people go up first while he still sipped his coffee.

It wasn't until I drank all my coffee and the stairs were less crowded that I put down my cup, threw down a few dollars, and walked up.

The first floor of the bar is only about 150 square meters, but the counter, wine cabinet and other furniture take up most of it, making it very cramped.

But the second floor is different, it should have an area of ​​300 square meters.

The crowded crowd on the first floor, when they reach the second floor, are like a school of sardines breaking through the fishing net and returning to the spacious sea.

An Hai looked around and found an empty chair in the corner of the wall, so he walked over.

There are also service staff on the second floor, but there are fewer of them. They know the rules and are very discerning. If the guests don't wave, they will never come to serve them.

An Hai drank a lot of coffee at the bar, so naturally he didn't need to order a drink.

But he didn't take the initiative to say hello or talk to anyone. Instead, he sat on a chair, closed his eyes, and waited quietly.

After waiting for a long time, An Hai waited until he needed to meet someone, a beautiful short-haired woman.

Student hair is the most fashionable hair style nowadays.

It can make a woman look elegant, and if she wears a university uniform, she will be even more eye-catching.

There has even been a clumsy epidemic in Manchukuo. dignitaries or business owners will go to various universities to find young and beautiful female college students, and then launch a financial offensive to make them their mistresses.

The higher the academic qualifications, the higher the popularity.

Of course, appearance still comes first.

Although the woman in front of her also has short student-style hair, the bright red lipstick on her lips makes people feel full of offense.

Coupled with the iron-blue woolen coat on her body, it shows her coldness that is distant from others.

"How long have you been waiting? Why don't you order a drink?"

The woman sat down first and asked apologetically when she saw that the table was empty.

An Hai opened his eyes, shook his head and signaled to the woman opposite him not to bother, and said calmly: "Pei Xin, the mission failed!".

Pei Xin unbuttoned her windbreaker without any surprise, as if what An Hai said was what the weather would be like tonight.

"I knew it when I was in Xinjing."

"I also know about your brother's well-being, so I'm sorry!"

Pei Xin unbuttoned his buttons, leaned back on the chair, and said calmly.

The expressions of the two people did not change due to the content of the conversation, as if they were talking about something completely unrelated to them.

"Thank you, I have already purchased the cemetery."

"Just below the tomb of my father and mother, the whole family must be in order even if they die."

"It's just that I didn't expect that there would be no trace of Anle's body, and it would all be blown to pieces."

“It’s really not as good as God!”

Only then did An Hai's face fluctuate, showing a trace of distress.

"Lao Yu is just a fool. I have already reported it to the organization before."

"For such people to enter the field team, it will be a huge disaster for us poor people walking on a knife's edge."

"What's wrong with fighting guerrillas in the mountains? You have to challenge areas you don't know how to do."

"I really think that I am a Confucius with a sword on his waist, capable of both literary and martial arts!"
To be continued...