Japanese military hospital.

Heyuan County Gendarmerie Captain Hirata Ichiro stood in front of the hospital toilet, holding a piece of white cloth to cover his nose, his face gloomy.

In this explosion, two Japanese soldiers were killed and two were seriously injured.

The entire Japanese military hospital was filled with a disgusting stench.

More than a hundred Japanese and puppet soldiers armed with rifles have surrounded the hospital on three floors and three floors outside.

Ichiro Hirata asked: "Have you found out who did this attack?"

"Not yet!" Squadron Leader Ishii Kishouton said next to him, "However, based on the analysis of the shrapnel at the scene, it should be a wooden-handled grenade used by the Chinese army!"

"Baga!" Ichiro Hirata yelled angrily, "What are you doing for food? You actually let Chinese soldiers sneak into the Imperial Military Hospital!"

A Japanese soldier hurried over to report: "Captain, two thugs just robbed the bank, and the two military policemen guarding them were shot to death with their bare hands."

"Nani?" Ichiro Hirata said in surprise, "kill him with your bare hands!"

"Hai!" the soldier paused, "all the military notes and gold in the bank were looted by thugs."

"Baga!" Ichiro Hirata said with a dark face, "We can't let them escape. Is the city gate closed?"

"The city gate has been closed. Those two thugs should still be in the city." The Japanese soldier paused and said.

"Baga!" Hirata Ichiro said angrily, "Ishii-kun, immediately lead the military police and the Imperial Army to search. We must catch the thugs and never let them escape with the Imperial Army's military tickets and gold!"

The hospital was attacked and two wounded soldiers were killed.

The bank was robbed again, and Ichiro Hirata felt an evil fire boiling in his chest.

Normally something would happen, but there were two security incidents in his jurisdiction.

Even the bank was robbed, but the bank was only one kilometer away from the gendarmerie.

What would Lieutenant General Yoshio Shinozuka do if he found out?

I'm afraid I'll give him a slap in the face.

Some time ago, Shinozuka Yoshio's Yamamoto special agent team was almost wiped out, the entire observation group was wiped out, and the First Army was disgraced.

Shinozuka Yoshio was holding a fire in his heart and had nowhere to vent it.

At this juncture, nothing can happen to your own jurisdiction!

Ishii Kishou hurriedly paused and said: "Hai!"

Subsequently, Ishii Kihisa took away most of the military police and puppet troops and went to track down the thugs who robbed the bank.

Ichiro Hirata looked at the hospital toilet that was blown to pieces in front of him. A sudden flash of inspiration suddenly connected the two things in his mind.

The thugs first attacked the hospital to distract the military police and the Imperial Army, and took the opportunity to rob the Imperial Army Bank.

After thinking about this, Ichiro Hirata's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, he is a cunning and despicable thug!

…

In the alleyway, Chen Feng stuck his head out and took a look, then jerked his head back.

After a while, a dozen puppet soldiers ran past with rifles in hand.

"What should we do now?" Chen Feng said, "Japanese and puppet troops are everywhere. The city gate must be closed."

Seeing the sack full of money, Chen Feng could not hold back the excitement of making a fortune.

If you have money, you must have life to spend it, right?

Wei Dayong said solemnly: "Find a place to hide the money first, and then come back to get it after the news has passed."

"Have you figured out where to hide it?" Chen Feng asked.

"What's the rush?" Wei Dayong said, "How can a living person be choked to death by urinating?"

"Think of a way quickly." Chen Feng said, "Sooner or later the Japanese and puppet troops will find out if this continues."

Wei Dayong glanced outside and happened to see a man pushing a wheelbarrow walking towards this side.

"Yes!" Wei Dayong grinned.

"What?" Chen Feng asked.

Wei Dayong stretched his head back and said: "Tie the bag with a rope and tie it tightly."

Chen Feng pulled out a few pieces of twine from his waist and tied the mouth of the sack containing the UnionPay coupons and gold bars tightly.

"Okay!" Chen Feng said.

Duan Peng pushed the wheelbarrow just to the entrance of the alley.

Wei Dayong checked that there were no Japanese or puppet troops around him, and immediately greeted Chen Feng.

The two men rushed out of the alley carrying sacks and mixed the sacks containing money with the sacks containing grain.

"What are you doing?" Duan Peng was suddenly startled. He thought they were here to grab food. After a closer look, he recognized the two people who had previously called themselves Eighth Route.

"Don't make any noise." Wei Dayong shouted in a low voice, "These are the money stolen from the Japanese bank. Where is your home? We will find you later."

Duan Peng looked around without leaving a trace, lowered his head and said an address.

Then, Wei Dayong nodded towards Duan Peng, looked at Chen Feng, and the two of them walked in the opposite direction.

He was selling grain just now, but suddenly the street was under martial law, and there were Japs and puppet soldiers running everywhere. He had no business and had to stop work early.

Duan Peng touched two sacks that Wei Dayong and others had put on them, and pushed the wheelbarrow quietly, speeding up a bit, and walked toward the south of the city.

Wei Dayong and Chen Feng walked forward a hundred meters, then turned back and followed Duan Peng from a distance.

Both of them looked like plainclothes Japanese and puppet soldiers, so they did not attract the attention of the Japanese and puppet soldiers.

The Japanese and puppet troops had no idea that the UnionPay notes and gold bars they were tracing were on the grain truck.

Duan Peng pushed the wheelbarrow to the slums in the south of the city, entered through an alley, and then returned home.

"Mother." As soon as he entered the door, Duan Peng shouted, "I'm back."

"Did you finish work so early today?" Duan Peng's mother walked out of the room with a kind smile on her face.

"There is a martial law on the streets today and there is no business, so I went back early." Duan Peng replied.

"It's better to finish the work early. Mom will cook for you." Duan Peng's mother said with a smile.

"Okay."

Duan Peng pushed the car into the house and opened the sack out of curiosity and took a look.

Good guy, it’s all Japanese army tickets and gold bars!

With so much money, you can't earn so much money by selling food for several lifetimes, right?

They even dared to rob the Japanese bank, those two or eight gangsters are so brave!

Boom, boom, boom!

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Mom, I'm going to open the door!" Duan Peng walked out of the house, went to the yard door, looked out the crack, and then opened it.

Wei Dayong and Chen Feng turned around and looked around without leaving any trace. After making sure they were safe, they ducked into the yard.

Duan Peng whispered: "Your money is all in the house, take the money and leave quickly."

"Who is it?" Duan Peng's mother was out shopping for rice and asked when she saw the two of them dressed in plain clothes.

"Auntie, my name is Wei Dayong and his name is Chen Feng. We are here to discuss business with your son." Wei Dayong introduced himself with a smile.

"Mom, they are my friends." Duan Peng also said.

"Since he is my son's friend," Duan Peng's mother said enthusiastically, "then let's stay and have dinner together."

Wei Dayong smiled and said: "Auntie, then... excuse me."

"Don't disturb, don't disturb, treat this place as your own home." Duan Peng's mother said with a smile and went back to the house to wash rice.

Duan Peng has black lines all over his forehead. Why are these two people so thick-skinned?
Chapter completed!