Zhao Shuli stepped onto the wooden stairs under the bleak light and shadow.

Perhaps because of the disrepair, the wooden ladder was quite dilapidated, and it made a creaking sound when I stepped on it.

Zhao Shuli glanced at Lu Dazhang and Lao Huang, nodded slightly, and said a word: Professional!

The wooden staircase floor is deliberately not replaced, and the creaking sound itself is the best warning signal.

In fact, under his face that seemed to be calm, Zhao Shuli still had countless question marks in his heart, and was still shocked.

Lao Huang, the old drunkard who was drunk all day long, this old guy who always got very close to Cheng Qianfan, the extremely counter-revolutionary bad species, turned out to be his own comrade?

By the way, this guy secretly killed the dog he raised to eat!

Yes, the dogs raised by the restaurant opposite the street of the police station were included in the one Zhao Shuli placed there to ask someone to raise them.

There is also Lu Dazhang.

This person is also a veteran police officer in the French Concession. He is versatile and has a wide range of friendships. He is especially good at protecting himself and stinging with his life. Moreover, this seemingly good-tempered guy is also a joke.

However, there is no big bad record.

Thinking of this, Zhao Shuli felt that Lu Dazhang was his comrade, and it was relatively easy to accept.

Then he thought about Lao Huang, who approached Cheng Qianfan, who would sooner or later, should have been arranged by the organization for the insidious need?

After going up the stairs, there was a round hole in the wall at the corner. The round hole was covered by a lid. Zhao Shuli lifted the lid directly and could see the glass inside. Through the glass, you could see the outside.

The night is dark.

You can see that the clouds in the distance are very low, as if they may fall off at any time.

The most important thing is that from this round hole, you can see the entrance of the alley. If an enemy attacks, there will inevitably be subordinates at the entrance of the alley.

Old Huang glanced at Zhao Shuli and smiled. This guy was indeed capable. He glanced at him and found these details.

...

"Please." Lu Dazhang gently pushed a door, which opened about two fingers wide.

Zhao Shuli glanced at Lu Dazhang, stepped forward and pushed open the door.

There is already someone inside.

A man was sitting at the end of a long table, wearing a black top hat on his head, looking down at the newspaper.

Above his head was a dim incandescent lamp.

Zhao Shuli frowned slightly. Although the man lowered his head, he could not see it clearly because of the dark lights.

However, he still had a strong sense of familiarity with this person.

"Inspector Zhao is here." The man put down the newspaper in his hand, raised his head, revealing his handsome face.

He looked over with a faint smile on his face.

Leave it to my mother!

Zhao Shuli cursed.

He really cursed, and at the same time, his right hand was almost subconscious, touching his waist very quickly, quickly pulling out his gun, holding the gun in both hands, and pointing it at Cheng Qianfan.

This man turned out to be Cheng Qianfan!

It turned out to be the counter-revolutionary policeman Cheng Qianfan who was extremely hostile to Red and personally arrested Comrade Red!

Zhao Shuli held the gun in both hands, and there was an impulse in his heart, the impulse of killing the evil "Mr. Xiao Cheng" with one shot.

But reason told him that things would not be that simple.

He looked at Zhang Ping.

At this time, his lack of trust in Lao Huang and Lu Dazhang was weakened, and he was still more willing to believe in Zhang Ping.

"Old Zhao, what are you doing? Put down your gun quickly!" Zhang Ping said quickly with an anxious look on her face.

Zhao Shuli did not put down his gun.

"This is Comrade Cheng Qianfan, the leader of the French Concession Special Party Group." Zhang Ping said.

Cheng Qianfan looked at the gun at him, without any nervousness, only a bitter smile in his heart.

"It seems that what I do on weekdays is indeed full of evil deeds and has caused public outrage." Cheng Qianfan said to Lao Huang and others.

As he said that, he touched his chin, "So, I should be proud of my successful lurking."

As he said that, Comrade 'Flame' looked at Zhao Shuli, with a sincere and gentle smile on his young and handsome face, "Comrade Sheng Aihua, Mr. Nan asked me to bring you a message."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Shuli's hand holding Browning's gun trembled slightly, and the old yellow eyelids twitched.

"When will I pay back half of the pancake I owe me?" Comrade 'Flame' said with a smile.

"When the revolutionary red flag is planted all over the land of Baodao," Zhao Shuli said word by word.

At the same time, his eyes widened slightly, staring at Cheng Qianfan and then looked at him. His eyes were very sharp, as if he wanted to cut open the guy in front of him and take a closer look at what color it was.

...

Finally, Zhao Shuli turned on the insurance and put away the gun.

"I never expected that the famous 'Mr. Xiao Cheng', the person I wish I could get rid of as soon as possible, would be our comrades." Zhao Shuli smiled bitterly and said, still with an incredible look in his eyes.

However, he was extremely sure in his heart that the guy in front of him was indeed his own comrade.

Mr. Nan was the code name of Section Chief Liu Zeliang of the Special Branch at that time and Zhao Shuli's direct superior.

The matter of half a pancake was one day when Zhao Shuli had just arrived in Shanghai, and he went to "Mr. Nan" for the first time to secretly connect.

He was hungry and looked for food everywhere. He found half a pancake that was already moldy, but he couldn't care about so much, so he ate it clean.

‘Mr. Nan’ later joked, you owe me half a pancake, when will you pay it back?

Zhao Shuli smiled and said, when the revolutionary red flag was planted all over the land of Baodao.

"You guys, one is too much more than the other." Cheng Qianfan said with a laugh, "Old Huang, old road."

He pointed at Lao Huang, "The first time they met with me, they wanted to stab me to death."

As he said that, he pointed at Zhang Ping and Zhao Shuli again, "Comrade Yin Shuyun and Comrade Sheng Aihua, you two are worthy of being a couple, and they all want to kill me with one shot."

"Who told us to face the evil 'Mr. Xiao Cheng'?" Zhang Ping pursed her lips and smiled, "I was already very restrained if I didn't shoot the first time."

Several people laughed.

Of course, this "several people" does not include Zhao Shuli. Inspector Zhao squeezed out a smile in embarrassment.

"Formal introduction." Cheng Qianfan looked at Zhao Shuli with a serious expression, "Cheng Qianfan, the special party branch secretary of the French Concession, is code-named 'Flame'."

He stretched out his right hand, "Comrade Sheng Aihua, welcome home."

Zhao Shuli did not respond immediately. He let out a deep breath, then strode forward, holding his hands tightly, "I'm going home!"

As he said that, his eyes turned red with his eyes, "Comrades, I'm back home."

...

Zhao Shuli, whose emotions were relieved, looked at Cheng Qianfan again and again, and shook his head while looking.

"What's wrong?"

"I never thought that the real identity of the famous 'Ziao Cheng' was..." As he said that, Zhao Shuli also smiled, and he exclaimed, "It's great."

Cheng Qianfan took out the cigarette box from his body, took one cigarette himself, and signaled to others to take it upon himself.

Zhao Shuli glanced at it and said that Comrade "Flame" was not smoking Marlboro and Hardmen, whom he usually liked to smoke the most, but also smoking a lot of golden card cigarettes on the beach.

"Comrade 'Flame', I have a question." Zhao Shuli said.

"What's the question?" Cheng Qianfan asked.

"When did the organization identify and verify me?" Zhao Shuli asked.

If he didn't understand this problem, he was not at ease. He was not afraid of sacrifice, nor was he misunderstood by the people, nor was he even afraid of being accidentally killed by his comrades, but he was afraid that he would not understand it.

Cheng Qianfan laughed when he heard this, and he looked at Zhang Ping.

...

"I mentioned last time that a friend wanted to transport a batch of goods from Shanghai." Zhang Ping said with a smile.

Zhao Shuli immediately understood.

Zhang Ping found him before and said that a friend had a batch of goods that he wanted to ship out of Shanghai, so he asked him for help.

Zhao Shuli naturally knew the identity of Zhang Ping as a "friend".

A puppet army company commander at Donggou Wharf was his brother Zaiqi. Zhao Shuli greeted him, prepared wine and food in advance, and got the Japanese soldiers at the checkpoint drunk, and transported the goods without knowing it.

Zhao Shuli only thought that the organization did things through Zhang Ping’s “private relationship” with him, but he didn’t expect that that time was a test for him by the organization.

Cheng Qianfan also smiled.

In fact, Zhang Ping, not sure what that batch of goods was.
To be continued...