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Chapter 265 268 [Really so]

This matter was half hit by the boss!
Tielin tried his best to convict that guy, but when Li Shiqun passed a message, the judge who wanted to find a backer immediately changed his attitude, and that guy named Pan Gongya retracted his confession in court.

Not only did the two of them not be sentenced, but Tielin was scolded as well.

The Japanese are strong, bringing invisible power.Don't want to be too many traitors, 100 Japanese soldiers paired with 200 puppet troops has become a routine operation.

As long as promises are made, there will always be those who betray their ancestors as traitors.

No. 76 Demon Cave,
Li Shiqun and Ding Mo were sitting quietly at the tea table in the house, waiting for Pan Gongya to come back.

With a creak, Pan Gongya got out of the car and walked in with a limp.

Ding Mo got up immediately: "Brother Pan was frightened!"

Pan Gongya suddenly felt light all over.

He replied happily: "Thank you, Mr. Ding! Fortunately, my younger brother was quick-witted and threw the gun elsewhere, so that the French police officers have no criminal evidence.

When I went to the court, I also insisted that I was an innocent victim of a stray bullet, and there was nothing they could do about me! "

After Pan Gongya finished speaking, he raised a scar on his chest: "I would rather die than reveal my identity!"

"Pah!" Li Shiqun waved his hand and gave him a loud slap in the face: "You still have the nerve to come see me. Do you know your guilt?"

Li Shiqun's eyes shot into Pan Gongya's heart like fire.

"I don't know the crime!" Pan Gongya tremblingly fell to the 18th floor of hell.

"Bang!", a vase hit the floor, large and small pieces scattered all over the floor.

"You should die. Have you forgotten our No. 76 rules? Since you exposed our identities and the French Concession is more vigilant against us, when will our mission be completed?" Li Shiqun angrily shouted hoarsely.

Pan Gongya knelt on the ground with a pop: "You damn boy, I'd rather be punished!"

"Oh——" Li Shiqun looked at the dog coldly: "How do you think it should be punished? Do you want to die or play tricks?!"

Number 76 is cruel to the enemy and even more cruel to his own people.It's a pleasure to die, but if you play some work, then life is really worse than death.

Pan Gongya suddenly shook into a ball like sifting chaff.

A large stack of newspapers fell in front of him, and Pan Gongya took a careful look: "The Supplement Collection of "Yeguang" is "Damei Evening News" again.

The first issue of "History of Traitors" records the scandalous behavior of traitors in the past dynasties. There are still many such people in Shanghai.

Tomb-sweeping Day "Sacrifice to the soldiers who died in the Anti-Japanese War! "...

The author is none other than Zhang Xinguang who was gnashing their teeth!
Pan Gongya immediately understood: "Go and attack the editorial staff of Damei Daily!"

"What should I do about Zhang Xinguang?" Li Shiqun asked casually.

"Kill!" Pan Gongya got excited immediately, as long as he can escape the crime, he can do anything.

Ding Mo helped him up: "This is your chance to commit crimes and make meritorious deeds, why don't you thank Mr. Li?"

Pan Gongya thanked him, swore an oath, got up and left in embarrassment.

Li Shiqun and Ding Mo looked at each other cunningly and smiled, listening to their master, a dog that bites is a good dog, and Pan Gongya is now.

……

One afternoon a few days later, people were coming and going on the road to Thean Hou Temple, and the sound of cars, yells, shouts, and whistles were heard.

Zhang Xinguang was on his way in a hurry. He felt that ever since he joined the "Damei Evening News" as the editor of the supplement "Nightlight", he had always had an endless energy in his body.

He knew that his hometown had been occupied by the Japanese army and he could not return home.Then the shame of a subjugated slave came to his mind again, and the despicable act of a spy selling his country for glory and intimidating patriots was even more infuriating and made people vomit!

He wants to use words to nail these traitors to the pillar of shame in history.

In Shangdao Café, he pushed open the door with ease and looked at a corner. His old friend had already arrived.

"Sir..." The waiter came up to us. Before he could ask anything, he said quickly: "A cup of mocha, please go to table 6."

After all, he hurriedly moved again.

Yuan Pengfei, who had been seated on seat 6 for a long time, was very leisurely. Looking at Zhang Xinguang who was in a hurry, he persuaded him funnyly, "Old Zhang, you are still in such a hurry. This is a coffee shop, a leisurely place. Enjoy a quiet afternoon." Tea is what we should do.”

"I just have this temper, and I can't change it. After listening to your story today, I have to go back and write the manuscript!" Zhang Xinguang just touched the chair with his buttocks, and his hands were dazzled. The thick material book, The pulped pen he used, his most powerful tool, was on the table.

Yuan Pengfei and him were old friends, and they saw each other often.Whether in a coffee shop or a tea house, Yuan Pengfei always looks leisurely, while Zhang Xinguang is always in such a hurry, destroying the leisurely atmosphere.

However, it is hard for him to say anything, after all, there are not many people like Zhang Xinguang who worry about the country and the people.The two-year war of resistance against Japan has made many people numb.

More and more people turned to the Japanese as traitors, especially that Wang Jianhai had sex with the Japanese and raised the banner of the puppet government.

Many people who are not determined have found a reason to be traitors: we are not doing things for the Japanese, but united under the banner of Mr. Wang Jianhai to build the Communist Party of China together.

Look at the nonsensical reason, to treat someone as a dog is to be a dog, and to put gold on your own face is simply shameless.

Zhang Xinguang's job is to expose the ugly faces of these traitors and lackeys, and then ruthlessly stomp on the ground so that they will never stand up again.

And Yuan Pengfei, relying on his well-informed information, provided him with ammunition and contributed his part.

Thanking the waiter for the coffee, Zhang Xinguang licked his lips and said, "Old Yuan, the information you provided last time was amazing. Li Shiqun has become the contemporary version of Wu Dalang and Guigong. The newspaper has been reprinted twice and it is not enough to sell." Yes, it was reprinted twice later, and it was a hit."

Yuan Pengfei raised the newspaper in his hand, "That's Lao Zhang, you have a strong pen, and you can write this matter thoroughly. I heard that Li Shiqun smashed the whole office when he got the news, and he hasn't come home for many days. I don’t even dare to see his wife anymore.”

"Hahaha, he deserves it." Zhang Xinguang laughed happily, this is his proudest work.

Japanese bullying innocent women, that would make everyone resentful.But if the Japanese want to bully the traitor's wife, the people who eat melons will watch the excitement excitedly, and still curse in their hearts: "I made you a traitor dog, with a green head, you deserve it!"

After only a minute of joy, Zhang Xinguang restrained his smile, "Old Yuan, is there any exciting news this time? I want to take this opportunity to give Li Shiqun another slash, and make him regret being a traitor in his next life."

"Yes, it's just dirty things on his hands."

"Say it!"

Zhang Xinguang was ready, acting like a good student taking notes.

Yuan Pengfei stirred the coffee and spoke slowly.

Li Shiqun's poisonous hands not only extended to anti-Japanese fighters, but also to innocent citizens.

Fang Gaoyi is the boss and general manager of the Chemical Industry Association and a famous chemist.He made a fortune dealing in mosquito coils and toothpaste, and he had been targeted by Li Shiqun long ago.

Two days ago, an internal "confidential" document reached No. 76's special agent: Fang Gaoyi, in the name of the manager of the chemical industry company, mailed 30 national currency to Chongqing in batches.

In 38, on the pretext of a business trip in Chongqing, he had an interview with the editor-in-chief of "Xinhua Daily" in a small tavern until late at night.

After returning to Shanghai, he often summoned his staff to say "Wang Jianhai is a traitor" and other words that are too ridiculous..."

For a while, the No. 76 agents were all gearing up, and they were happy to catch a big fish that made a fortune.

Just yesterday, Fang Gaoyi was kidnapped by No. 76 agent on the way out by car, and the bodyguards shot him seven times in order to protect him.

Now, only a few people know that Fang Gaoyi is missing, but only a few people know that Fang Gaoyi is enduring torture under the hands of Agent 76.

These guys will not give up until they achieve their goals, and they will not give up until they get the money.

Zhang Xinguang stopped writing: "Old Yuan, this happened yesterday? Then the Fang family must be worried. If you can solve it, why not help them? Fang Gaoyi has a good reputation, and it is worth helping."

Yuan Pengfei frowned: "Old Zhang, don't you understand the point of what I said? The gang of No. 76 will do anything to extort money. If their Japanese masters are exposed, they will have to deal with them, and they must also be punished. It can give them some peace of mind for a while.”

"Well, you're right. I'll write about it when I get back, and it will be published in the newspaper tomorrow." Zhang Xinguang nodded and said.

He paused, and then asked without confidence: "Can't you help him?"

In fact, he also knew that it was rude to ask such a question. It didn't mean that being a Chinese person meant selfless devotion, risking a waste of energy to help others.

Especially since this is a stranger who only knows his name, and it is reasonable not to help the opponent's notorious Agent 76.

But as long as a person does not lose his conscience, there is always a little kindness in his heart, which is why he asked more questions.

Yuan Pengfei picked up the coffee and drank it down, pondered: "This matter is simple, but it is also troublesome. I can only come up with an idea."

"What's the idea?"

(End of this chapter)