not qualified.

How could he, a half-way monk, lead others to Huangpu?

Others are disciples of the emperor...

"By the way, where did our team leader come from?"

"Team Leader Li?"

"right."

"He used to be a teacher in a high school. Later he joined the Northern Expedition and revolution."

"Where is he from?"

"My home in Lu Province is in Quancheng. Back then, the Japanese invaders ravaged Quancheng..."

Yang Shanfu sighed slightly.

Zhang Yong knew there was something in it.

Could it be that Li Boqi had family members who were killed in the Quancheng massacre?

In other words, without the Red Party, the Northern Expeditionary Army has lost its revolutionary spirit. Faced with the interference of the Japanese invaders, it did not dare to resist at all.

The final result was that the people of Quancheng suffered heavy casualties. The city was massacred. More than 10,000 residents were killed or injured. It can be said to be a great shame.

However, the order the Chinese army received was "not to return fire."

Grief.

sigh.

That was China in 1928...

Too weak...

Li Boqi always stuck to the front line of the anti-Japanese war, perhaps because of the blood feud in Quancheng.

"Ring ring ring!"

"Ring ring ring..."

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Yang Shanfu picked up the phone and answered. Then he turned to look at Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong:???

Looking for me?

No way?

I just arrived at the training base and I was immediately called for my life?

Am I that popular?

Do you feel that the Fuxing Society cannot function without me?

Nonsense...

However, the call was indeed from Zhang Yong. It was also from the Intelligence Section Chief Zhou Weilong.

"Shaolong, Cheporov is dead."

"who?"

"Chiporov, that Russian. The one at the Wanguo Nightclub in the Shanghai Public Settlement."

"Ah? I just saw him yesterday."

"Were you at Sunland Cafe yesterday?"

"That's right! I went with Zhang Ping from the Air Force Division and a team from Yang Zhi. At that time, I was still wondering why only one person from Cheporov showed up. After he entered, a dozen Russians came outside.

Man. They asked me to mind my own business, so we left."

Zhang Yong briefly describes.

There were many witnesses at the time. He just gave a detailed explanation.

Cheporov's death really had nothing to do with him. Although, if given the chance, he might kill the other party. But making money was the main purpose.

"You said that many Russians appeared later?"

"Yes. There are a dozen in total. They surrounded the entire cafe."

"Is it the Russians fighting among themselves?"

"I don't know. We left later and went to the Six Nations Hotel."

"Be careful when you go out in the future."

"What's the matter?"

"Now there are rumors on the road that you killed Cheporov."

"I?"

"Yes. Cheporov is dead. He has a younger brother named Cheposhev. This man is also a ruthless person. Be careful that he will be harmful to you."

"nest……"

Zhang Yong almost cursed.

Damn it, I had nothing to do with Cheporov's death.

I wonder if you, Chiboshenv, killed your eldest brother and then framed the blame on me.

Who doesn't know how to catch a thief?

Mahler Gobi. What do you call this? Why does everything involve you?

Hanging up the phone angrily.

"What's going on?" Yang Shanfu asked curiously.

"Someone wrongly accused me of killing Cheporov." Zhang Yong responded dully, "Damn it, I don't know who it is."

"Cheporov has many enemies. The most likely one is the Red Cheka."

"The Red Cheka killed someone and framed it on me? Do you dare to do it or not..."

"It's just a possibility. Cheporov has so many enemies, who knows which one it is? Maybe it's someone from the inside?"

"I'm really not familiar with him. It's completely unexpected."

"I know a little bit about him. Cheporov is a bit fierce in amassing money, and he has long been the prey of many people."

"Making money?"

"Anyone who escaped from Belarus and wanted to settle in Songhu must obtain Chiporov's permission."

"Understood……"

Zhang Yong gritted his teeth.

The so-called permission is actually protection fee.

Those who escaped from White Russia were basically nobles. All of them were rich.

The Russian aristocrats in the Tsarist era were quite wealthy.

After they escaped to Songhu, the first thing they did was to be forced to hand over their belongings. Otherwise, they would be killed by Cheporov without hesitation.

What do those pitiful Belarusian nobles dare to say in the face of Cheporov's brutality?

Anyone who said no would be thrown into the Huangpu River to feed the fish. Not only would their property be plundered, but people would also be wiped out.

Of course, those beautiful Belarusian girls and noble ladies will naturally be kept and enjoyed as trophies. After they get tired of playing, they will be thrown to nightclubs to make money.

Otherwise, are all the foreign beauties in Wanguo Nightclub voluntary?

"Chief Zhou's reminder is correct. Cheporov's death will probably cause a big storm. You are in the whirlpool and must pay attention to safety at all times."

"Damn it..."

Zhang Yong swore angrily and was helpless.

This is really a case of people sitting at home, and disaster comes from the sky. Who is cheating me behind the scenes?

Is it Cheposhenv?

Cheporov is dead, he is the biggest beneficiary.

From a profit perspective, the most likely murderer is Chiboshenv. This guy deliberately pushed himself out just to cover himself up.

Mader, the Russians are also so clever.

"Ring ring ring..."

"Ring ring ring..."

Suddenly, the phone rang again.
To be continued...