My spy diary

Chapter 50 Sent
Huiji Bridge looks particularly peaceful at night.

The moonlight casts an afterglow on the dry river bank, shining silver on the sand and stones.

A beggar in tattered clothes was hunched over and rummaging through the garbage. Suddenly his eyes lit up. He picked up a torn snakeskin bag and shook it, and a hard wok fell out of it.

The old beggar smiled happily, grabbed a handful of greasy and knotted hair, and quickly walked to the middle of the bridge, where a fire was already lit and a broken clay pot was gurgling.

The old beggar put the steamed bun in the clay pot, carefully took out half of the pig bones from his chest, and stirred them together with the wild vegetables. After a while, a fragrant smell came out.

He picked up a broken enamel bowl, picked up the delicacies with branches and ate them carefully, with an intoxicating smile on his face.

Suddenly two black cars drove over, followed by a dozen men on bicycles or runners.

Sensing the danger, the old beggar quickly extinguished the fire. Just as he was about to hide himself, he saw a beam of incandescent light shining on him.

The car stopped, and a fat man with a bald head and a sinewy face got out of the car. He glanced at the old beggar sinisterly, and waved his hand in disgust. A strong man next to him immediately stepped forward, grabbed the old beggar and dragged him away without any explanation. .

Amid a trembling cry for mercy, a scream suddenly sounded, and the surrounding area became quiet again.

In the darkness, the strong man wiped the blood on the dagger and walked out like a leisurely stroll, nodding to the bald leader.

The bald man was wearing a white lining, a black open collar, and a pair of round cloth shoes. At this moment, he took out a pocket watch from his pocket, looked at the watch, and his expression became impatient.

A person next to him said: "Boss, the man named Liu won't let us go, right?"

"Yes, boss, I heard that his eldest brother named Liu was beaten to death. Maybe he is busy dealing with funeral arrangements now." Another person echoed.

A man with a goatee who looked like a master next to him opened his fan and said with a disdainful smile: "Although this Liu Lao Er relied on his brother to get ahead, the two had a falling out because of a woman. Maybe he was the one who killed his brother. .”

"Okay, be careful what you say." Baldhead snorted coldly and said:
"This isn't the first time we've traded. Now that we've agreed, this guy will definitely come."

Then he glanced at the brothers around him and warned:

"But this guy is a ruthless person who has become a monk on the way. Everyone should check the ammunition and turn on the safety for me. If he dares to play tricks, he will do it. At worst, he will run to Shanghai."

"Yes." A dozen of his men agreed quickly.

The master whispered from the side: "Boss, do you think Boss Du will accept us when we go to Shanghai? After all, we are axes."

"Huh, what about the Ax Gang? We have turned against it a long time ago. Now there is only the Tiger Head Gang. Even if Mr. Du doesn't like it, there are many big names in the Qing Gang in Shanghai. As long as there are people with money, are they afraid that no one will take them? Besides, what if? No, there's more." He didn't say any more and seemed a little hesitant.

"Boss, do we really want to take refuge in Mr. Zhang? This man is sneaky, and it seems that the Black Dragon Society and the Japanese are behind him. This is..."

"Hmph, if you want to get ahead in troubled times, you'll be a mother if you have breasts. We'll do it with whoever gives you money. Why do we care so much?" The bald head sneered, looked at the car lights not far away, and said cautiously:

"They came and took the smoke out of the car and asked everyone to cheer up and be careful."

"Yes."

Within a moment, two cars arrived.

Seven or eight men in black got out of the car. The leader had triangular eyes and looked somewhat similar to Liu BuTong, but he was thinner than Liu BuTong, with a sallow face and skinny muscles. He looked like a tuberculosis man.

He held a cigar between his teeth, cupped his hand impatiently, and asked, "Where's the goods?"

The bald head pointed to the side, and a subordinate shone with a flashlight. A dozen wooden boxes were piled on the ground.

Liu Bufei motioned to his men to inspect the goods, but he didn't want to be blocked by the other party, so he asked: "Where is the goods I want?"

"Humph, I can't do without you." Liu Feifei smiled disdainfully, waved his hand, and his men immediately took out two tin boxes from the trunk.

In the river pit thirty or forty steps away from both sides, Yang Wenxuan, Zhang Yi, Liu Kui and eight or nine of their men were ambushing at the moment.

Seeing that the two parties had already started the transaction, Liu Kui said anxiously: "Team leader, is it time to take action?"

"Don't rush. When they finish the transaction and prepare to retreat, we will launch another attack. After a while, you and Zhang Yi will lead a few people to go around from both sides. Don't say anything. Just make the other party look like they want to fight. ."

Zhang Yi and Liu Kui nodded, understood each, and nodded respectively. They were about to crawl over when they suddenly heard a "bang" gunshot.

"Liu Bufei is a bitch and dares to hack me. Damn it, brothers, fuck him."

"what"

"bang bang"

"Da da da." Apparently the two parties involved in the transaction were at loggerheads.

When Yang Wenxuan saw this posture, he immediately changed his mind and waved his hand: "Come on."

After saying that, he crawled forward for more than ten meters, found a bunker, and fired directly.

At that moment, more than a dozen pistols fired randomly at the bright light in the distance, and screams came one after another.

After one magazine was finished, everyone stopped covering up and divided into two teams and approached the vehicle directly.

"Da da da." Some of Liu Bufei's men actually carried submachine guns. Fortunately, they only had one. At this moment, they were blindly shooting in the dark.

Zhang Yi listened to the sound, walked out from behind the car, and then fired three shots at the shooting position.

Just a muffled groan was heard, and someone fell to the ground.

The other team members also followed suit and each used cover to shoot.

In just a few minutes, there was almost no one left standing on the field.

When several people turned on their flashlights and approached cautiously, they saw corpses all over the ground.

Liu Bufei was leaning against the car door. He was shot in the ear. Blood was pouring from his head. His eyes were wide and round, looking like he couldn't believe it.

Lying opposite was a bald man who had been shot several times in the chest. He was holding a grenade in his hand. The back cover had been opened, but unfortunately there was no time to pull the fuse.

Suddenly, Zhang Yi felt that the corpse not far away moved, and immediately stood on guard with a gun, shouting: "Who is it?"

Several team members heard the noise and immediately shined their flashlights. They saw a goatee who had been shot in the leg and was lying on his stomach pretending to be dead.

His body was wet, as if he had been frightened to pee for a long time.

At this moment, illuminated by a flashlight, he stood up in excitement, kowtowed and said:
"Who are you guys from? The Tiger Gang. No, the former guest master of the Ax Gang has some respect in front of Gang Leader Wang Yaqiao."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Wenxuan sneered and said:

"Brother, from Jigouxiang, don't mention you. Even if Gang Leader Wang comes today, he will die." After saying that, he shot the old man to death.

"It's done, we've done it." Liu Kui next to him couldn't suppress his excitement.

Zhang Yi walked over and saw that in addition to more than a dozen boxes of tobacco and soot, there were two iron boxes of sulfa.

One box contains sulfa powder and the other box contains bottled sulfa tablets.

It was indeed posted.

The emergence of penicillin turned the tide of World War II around and increased the life span of all mankind by fifteen years.

Zhang Yi remembers reading a report that during the most difficult period of World War II, the price of one ton of penicillin was more than 600 tons of gold. With this money, 5,000 of the most advanced heavy tanks of the US military at the time could be purchased. This shows how valuable penicillin is.

Before the advent of penicillin, the value of sulfonamides was irreplaceable.

Because on the battlefield, casualties are inevitable. The most people lose their lives due to bullet hits, but more people lose their lives due to bacterial infection after being injured.

The extravagant US military distributes sulfonamide powder packets packaged in moisture-proof paper to every soldier on the battlefield. Once injured, the powder should be applied immediately to prevent infection. Only health soldiers are issued sulfonamide tablets.

At present, sulfonamide tablets are regarded as strategically controlled substances. The price of one tablet is 5 oceans. According to the dosage, 2 tablets at a time, three times a day, three days of consumption cost 90 oceans.

What is the concept of 90 Ocean?
Today's prices are 6 cents per catty of rice, one silver dollar can buy about 16 catties of rice, and the price of pork is 2 to 2 cents per catty.

So not to mention ordinary people, even soldiers cannot afford it, and often even those with money cannot buy it.

Zhang Yi made a preliminary estimate and found that today's transaction was indeed successful.

The total value is almost 600 small yellow croakers.

Zhang Yi couldn't help but sigh, as the old saying goes, the golden belt for murder and arson makes money quickly.

I just don’t know when I can take advantage of the Japanese.

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(End of this chapter)