Liang Jian: I have a canteen

something's not right now
This is a flash of thought in Lin Dong's mind.

However, before he had time to think about it, Yan Xiaoqing dragged him into the well together.

Wei Lin was subdued, she was knocked out before she even saw Fan Ji's face, and now she was tied firmly and thrown on the ground.

The entire yard has also been brought under control, and all the comrades in the yard were captured except for the four girls and Lin Dong.

At this moment, Fan Ji was holding two oil-paper packets in her hand, lost in thought.

"Strange thing!" Fan Ji said to herself.

"Do you know anyone?" Fan Ji asked while holding the oiled paper bag.

The crowd shook their heads.

No matter what it was, what was confiscated from the person in charge of this intelligence station must be very important.

Glancing at the mouth of the well where Lin Dong escaped, Fan Ji pointed and said, "Go down and have a look, be careful, there must be an ambush here! After triggering the trap, come back immediately."

"Hi!" A ninja jumped into the well after saying that. After a while, there was a muffled sound from the well, as if an explosion had occurred.

After a while, the ninja emerged from the well.

"Report to Master Fanji, the secret passage in the well has been sealed, and it will take at least an hour to unblock it."

Magic Ji shook her hand, "No need for now! Our most important task now is to count and seize. Be careful, as long as it has words, nothing will be left behind."

"Hi!" The ninjas agreed, and began to perform the mission of Fan Ji.

Perhaps because of the low combat effectiveness of these intelligence agents, only two ninjas on Fanji's side suffered gunshot wounds.

As for Xiangshan Station, it seems that only Lin Dong was hit by a shuriken, and the others were basically knocked out.

Fan Ji was very satisfied with the result, and she didn't care about the few little mice that ran away, let alone that she let them go on purpose.

There are fifty people in the entire Xiangshan Station, and there are only a dozen or so here, not even a third.

Scattered gunfire came from the north, and the streets began to riot. People who didn't know why also started to drag their families and ran down the direction of the south gate.

But they just ran to the south gate, only to find that the city gate was closed.

The Zhongyang army guarding the city told them that there are also devil troops here, but the devils here are still on standby and have not attacked, and told the people to go home and wait at ease.

Fortunately, the troops defending the city were well paid and did not oppress the common people. Under the appeasement of Zhongyang Army, these common people returned to their residences one after another.

However, as the common people retreated, there was a small car that stayed where it was.

They are a team of foreigners.

Seeing that a car did not leave, Zhang Lianfa, the squad leader in charge of the city gate, walked over, knocked on the car door, and said, "Open the window."

The car window was rolled down, revealing a bald foreigner.

Seeing the bald foreigner, Zhang Lianfa frowned.

There is a language barrier to deal with foreigners, and if one is not handled well, it will be a big trouble.

And at this moment, many Chinese people still have the idea that the moon in foreign countries is rounder, and the shit in foreign countries is more fragrant. Seeing foreigners seems to be inferior.

Zhang Lianfa arched his hands, made a bow, and said, "My lord, can you speak Chinese?"

"I want! Go out of town!" Baldhead said in very blunt Chinese.

Zhang Lianfa quickly waved his hands and said with a smile, "No way! There's a war going on! It's too dangerous to go out of the city!"

"I want! Go out of town!" Baldhead continued to speak in blunt Chinese.

Zhang Lianfa still waved his hands, "No way! No way! Really no way!"

"I want to go out of town, I'm Yingge Lishi, businessman!" the bald man said in Chinese mixed with English.

"No!" Zhang Lianfa continued to wave his hands and told these foreigners not to leave the city.

Baldhead was very polite, but he just repeated those few words, even if he wanted to leave the city, he didn't make trouble or leave, which made Zhang Lianfa very helpless, and he really didn't know what to do for a while.

"Why don't you wait! I'll report to my officer. If you are worried about danger, you can apply to him for protection."

"I want to go out of the city!" The bald man still said unhurriedly.

Zhang Lianfa had a headache, it really hurts at this time!

He really wanted to give this bald man a shot now,
But no!

To take international relations into account, one must hold back.

"Just now the officer said that if you are in danger, you can apply to his chief for protection."

In the darkness, a strange voice appeared, and Zhang Lianfa quickly raised his gun to aim, "Who!"

"It's me, a missionary from Manchester!"

This time it was in Chinese, and Zhang Lianfa could understand it.

"Are you with them!?" Zhang Lianfa continued to ask without putting down his gun.

"No, but I can act as an interpreter." Xu San said and slowly approached the vehicle.

As Xu San approached, Zhang Lianfa could see Xu San's appearance clearly, but Xu San's current clothes made him feel strange, as if they were just a few pieces of rags casually draped over his body.

But it was Xu San's weird attire that made the bald man in the car open the door and greet him.

Walking to Xu San's side, the bald crooked nut first made a sign of the cross on his chest, "Thank God!"

Xu San also made a sign of the cross on his chest, and said angrily, "Thank God! It's really not easy to meet believers of Zhu in a foreign country."

Now Xu San is wearing a kind of penance garment often worn by Benedictine monks, which belongs to the kind of clothes that are cut down and stitched casually.

Loose, baggy, of coarse material, he had made it from the curtains of the headquarters.

To save trouble, I didn't even sew the seam, just put it together with paper clips and staplers.

If this set of clothes appeared in later generations, it would be quite a bit of performance art, but in the eyes of the bald man, it fits the status of an ascetic monk.

"Thank God, it is my honor to meet the messenger of Zhu. I would like to ask you to do me a favor, can I?"

"Of course, it is my honor to serve you." Xu San bowed his head slightly.

"My translator got lost. Just now he walked with the crowd for a while, and then disappeared. Oh my god, he was still in front of my eyes at first, but he disappeared in a blink of an eye. He won't meet the devil, right? ?”

"Is your translator a believer of Zhu?" Xu San asked.

"Oh, he's not!"

"Without Zhu's protection, I think he must have encountered a devil. During the daytime today, I heard a Chinese man shouting 666."

After hearing Xu San's words, the bald Yingge Lishi's face changed suddenly, and he took out the cross on his chest and made several crosses, "Oh, my God! Then he must be a believer of San Dan."

"It's a pity that I failed to influence him and let him escape." Xu San said with regret.

"It's not your fault. If I meet him, I will shoot him in the head." The bald Yingge Lishi said and took out a small revolver. (end of this chapter)