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Chapter 1328: Three Rivers

a few days later.

Between the white mountains and black waters, a group of men in different attire sat on the ground regardless of the cold weather, drinking and playing finger-guessing games while shouting out their own drinking orders.

As they drank, two men pulled out their revolvers and walked aside, while another took out a slingshot and casually shot out a copper coin.

The copper coin flew out with a whoosh and quickly flew towards the sky. Unexpectedly, two gunshots were heard and the copper coin was directly smashed into pieces.

"Guan Zhi (good marksmanship)! The chief shopkeeper is a great shooter!"

Before the gunshots stopped, countless cheers rang out, and some flatterers handed wine bowls to the person who hit the coin, and kept praising him.

The man who hit the coin was tall, with a ferocious face, dressed like a standard gangster, and had two guns on his waist.

This person is the big shopkeeper of "Di Fan Tian" mentioned by Ruilin, also known as Zhen Sanjiang. He is sinister and cunning, good at using a pistol, and can shoot with both hands.

The game that Zhen Sanjiang had just played was called "Flying Money". It was a common way for gang members to compete in marksmanship and determine their status.

If a cannon leader (elite gang) wants to challenge the chief manager, he must first defeat the other party in the "flying money" game. Otherwise, even if he succeeds in turning against the chief manager, he will not be convinced by other gangs.

Zhen Sanjiang picked up the wine bowl and drank it, the wine flowing down his neck and collar. After drinking, he threw the wine bowl to the ground and laughed loudly at someone next to him.

"Hahaha, Lao Wu, let's go~"

The "Old Five" he mentioned was also not vague. After the copper coins flew out again, he gently pulled the trigger twice. The sound of gunfire and cheers rang out at the same time.

But in the blind spot, Zhen Sanjiang, who had his back to the bandits, changed from his previous boldness, with a gloomy expression on his face and his right hand placed on his waist without moving.

After a moment, the fifth man came back dejectedly, obviously not hitting the flying money.

Zhen Sanjiang had now turned back into the righteous boss. He patted Lao Wu's shoulder hard and comforted him loudly. This behavior caused the gang members to cheer again.

After he turned and left, Lao Wu raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and a trace of fear and resentment flashed in his lowered eyes.

Others may not know, but as a person involved, Lao Wu saw Zhen Sanjiang's expression clearly. If he had hit the flying money just now, he would have died from "accidental discharge" in the next second.

The gangs are a group of desperate and extremely vicious criminals, so where does the brotherhood come from? There may be a few people who are really loyal, but most people only care about benefits.

The competition was over, and the gangsters were about to continue drinking when a messenger came over quickly and said, "Excuse me, Master, there is a stranger here to pay his respects."

Zhen Sanjiang wiped the wine from his mouth and asked, "Oh? Who is it?"

"It is said that he is the sixth in command of Jin Dabazi, and his nickname is Ruilin." The reporter answered truthfully.

Zhen Sanjiang looked suspicious. Jin Dabazi was not the same kind of person as him. He was always shouting about anti-Japanese resistance, and the relationship between the two sides was not harmonious. Why would someone from the other side come to pay a visit?

But all the visitors were guests, and if he didn't see Ruilin, his brothers would probably gossip about him. Considering the importance of Zhen Sanjiang, he ordered his messenger to bring the person over.

After a while, Ruilin came from a distance. His voice arrived before his arrival, and he opened his neck and started to chant a set of greeting words.

"There are fairies on the mountain and masters on the earth. I have met the chief shopkeeper."

Zhen Sanjiang sat up suddenly and shouted, "Can you please tell me your name?"

"'Ruicaoman' (Rui), a single name for Lin!"

Ruilin answered the incision fluently. The "Di Fantian" gangster who had seen him nodded to Zhen Sanjiang, indicating that he was not a spy from the government.

"It's Brother Ruilin." Zhen Sanjiang responded, leaning against the tree: "What do you want from me today?"

Ruilin bowed slightly and said word by word: "Brother has a fortune that I want to give to the chief manager."

“Hahahaha.” Zhen Sanjiang laughed loudly, but suddenly his face turned cold: “If you have wealth and honor, you don’t go to your own shopkeeper, but come to an outsider. Today I will help Jin Dabanzi to enforce the family rules. Come on, come to the court!”

The gangsters made strange noises and various expressions in an attempt to scare Ruilin, and someone even took out a gourd.

Ruilin took the gourd and put it on his head, then turned and walked away, shouting: "If you are a hero, don't be vague. Shoot it on my head. Rui doesn't have three magic sands, so he dares not rebel against Xiqi. You smashed my head, it's all my fault."

When he was about a hundred meters away, Zhen Sanjiang pulled the hammer, raised his hand and fired a shot without saying anything, and the gourd above Ruilin's head flew out immediately.

A gang member ran up quickly, looked at Ruilin's face to see if there was any fear, and then grabbed Ruilin's pants to see if they were wet.

After checking, the man reported loudly to Zhen Sanjiang: "Boss, this kid is tough!"

Zhen Sanjiang slowly retracted his gun, his cold expression instantly disappeared, and he smiled and invited Ruilin, who remained calm, back, asking what wealth and honor he had.

Ruilin performed a "bandit salute" and said, "Jin Dabangzi is blind and has no vision. He cannot get the mountains of gold and silver. I have no choice but to seek refuge with the big boss." The two men's voices became smaller and smaller. After listening for a while, the surrounding "Di Fantian" members all had red faces and greed in their eyes.
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Harbin South Suburb Market.

Inside the restaurant, the waiter came from the kitchen to the hall with a tray, nimbly avoided a few drunks, and came to a guest wearing the uniform of the puppet Manchukuo army.

"Captain Su, the dishes are here." The waiter placed the dishes on the table one by one, bent over and said with a smile.

Although the man in front of him was an acquaintance and not as unreasonable as other soldiers, the man still had to be careful.

Su Qiwen looked at the frightened waiter, said thank you softly, picked up the chopsticks and started eating, but in his heart he sighed deeply and hated the clothes he was wearing very much.

If it weren't for his family, he really wanted to throw this dog skin on the ground and stomp on it a few times. Then thinking about his brother Su Qiwu who was killed by the Japanese, the originally delicious meal became tasteless.

"Have you heard? That guy went to the city and killed a lot of ghost locust soldiers. The secret service department set up checkpoints everywhere for investigation."

Someone at the next table made the gesture of "eight characters" with his hands and told a piece of gossip in a mysterious tone, with a hint of gloating in his words.

The guests at the same table quickly interrupted the man and quietly nodded towards Su Qiwen, indicating that the other party had a yellow dog.

Su Qiwen was neither deaf nor blind, so of course he noticed the actions of the two men. He drank the liquor in the cup in one gulp, his eyes slightly reddened.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder. Su Qiwen turned around and saw someone who shouldn't be here.

"Cathay?"

Su Qiwen's voice was full of surprise. The incident of Liu Guotai overstaying his visit to his relatives, injuring a military policeman and then jumping out of the car and escaping caused a big fuss, and all kinds of rumors were spread.

Some people say that Liu Guotai was a Red Russian spy, who became a high-ranking official after escaping to the Red Russia. He had eight dishes for one meal, and every dish contained meat.

Some people also said that Liu Guotai was a Shancheng agent and joined the Third Flight Team to destroy the airport and the planes. Going home to visit relatives was just an excuse and his real purpose was to make a connection.

Su Qiwen scoffed at these rumors. He and Liu Guotai were from the same hometown and knew that the other party was definitely not a spy.

But now, he began to doubt his own judgment. A wanted deserter showed up in public, dressed like a businessman. There was something wrong no matter how you looked at it.

Liu Guotai sat down directly next to Su Qiwen, and Chen Ming also sat opposite him. He also stretched out his hand to ask the waiter to bring two more sets of bowls and chopsticks. The three of them ate and chatted like old friends who had met again after a long separation.

Su Qiwen looked around nervously and warned Liu Guotai in a low voice: "How dare you come to the market? The Japanese police and military police have your photo. Get out of here!"

Hearing this, Liu Guotai was not afraid, but asked him a question seriously: "Brother Qiwen, do you want to avenge Brother Qiwu?"

Revenge, these two words made Su Qiwen swallow back the words that were about to come out. He dreamed of revenge, but how could he do it?

Die together with the Japanese at the airport? That would be meaningless. The Kwantung Army had more than 800,000 people, and the death of one or two Japanese devils was insignificant.

Moreover, if he did this, his parents, sister-in-law, and nephews would surely die. What the Japanese did in the bungalow area was no secret, and many people were sent in and never came out again.

Su Qiwen slowly lowered his head and replied in an inaudible voice: "When you are under someone's roof, you have to be humble. I still have parents to support. I can only avenge this later."

"I'll report it later. When will that be?" Liu Guotai leaned forward and asked back. Without waiting for the other party to reply, he spoke again: "Now there is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It depends on whether you are willing, Brother Qiwen."

Now Su Qiwen was certain that Liu Guotai must be related to Red Russia or Shancheng. He looked at Chen Ming across the table and asked what the opportunity was.

As a pilot who has received higher education, Su Qiwen knows that the man in front of him is the one who really makes the decision, or at least the one who can make the decision on the spot.

Chen Ming secretly thought that he was a really smart man, but he kept talking: "Are those new Japanese planes still at Wanggang Airport?"

Su Qiwen was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, but the Japanese attach great importance to those planes and do not allow us to get close, not even touch them."

"As long as the plane is there." Time was limited, so Chen Ming spoke quickly: "If you can guarantee the safety of your family, Mr. Su, are you willing to do something for the party, the country, and the nation?"

"I do." Su Qiwen said without hesitation. Now that he had no worries, the only thing left was how to get revenge.

"Okay, now tell me which people in the Third Squadron can be won over and which ones can be trusted. This is very important, and you must answer carefully."

Chen Ming's expression was serious. The selection of the target for rebellion was very critical. Once a traitor appeared among these people, it would bring a devastating disaster to the operation.

Su Qiwen thought for a moment and gave the answer: In the Third Flight Team, most of the members had family members who died at the hands of the Japanese, and many of them were instigated to rebel.

If it weren't for the fact that the Japanese were keeping a close eye on them and their families, they would have defected long ago. As long as these two problems were solved, there would definitely be a lot of people willing to join the National Government.

This answer is consistent with what Liu Guotai said. Liu Guotai once said that he was confident that he could persuade most of the pilots to defect. It turns out that this is the reason.

Chen Ming breathed a sigh of relief, stretched his head towards Su Qiwen and moved his lips slightly. Su Qiwen nodded continuously, and his expression gradually became firm.

(End of this chapter)