Cao Yu looked over.

His eyes were earnest and passionate.

Then he saw a man wearing firefighting team clothes, with a firefighting team's tart-cloth mask on his face.

It was precisely because of this mask that he couldn't see the person's face clearly.

Lao Huang's muzzle was aimed at the "Cloud Strip A San".

Cao Yu's gun was not raised.

Lao Huang did not pull the trigger, his eyes were alert and scrutinized.

"Boss." Cao Yu asked sharply, "You can find the Shang family Ayuan."

"Looking for it." Old Huang's eyes were relaxed. He looked at the strange "Buttiao A San" and had a little understanding of the identity of this person.

"Do you need my help?"

"You go and do your business." Lao Huang said.

When Cao Yu heard this, he didn't say anything. He waved at the "firefighter" and ran away quickly, his steps seemed to be carrying a light wind.

...

A sudden brake was used and a freight truck was parked at the door of No. 33.

Lu Dazhang, who was wearing a mask, poked his head out, "I'll guard the door, you go in and help."

Old Huang nodded and rushed in with a short gun.

Lu Dazhang held the short gun tightly in his right hand, looked at the rearview mirror vigilantly, and looked ahead, guarding against any storm.

Judging from the gunfire, the enemy should have been eliminated. The most important thing now is to find the arrested comrades and save people.

...

"Here!" Cheng Qianfan's voice came.

Lao Huang followed the sound and saw Comrade "Flame" coming out of the ground. He pointed a gun at an agent with a man on his back.

"Quick, take it to the car." Cheng Qianfan said.

Old Huang walked forward and glanced at him. He felt relieved. The injured and unconscious comrade was Comrade Dandelion.

He pointed a short gun at the agent and ordered the man to carry the man on his back and continue to walk towards the truck at the door.

Cheng Qianfan went directly to the utility room in the backyard.

...

Soon, Lao Huang escorted the agent back with the agent.

"There are two more comrades here." Cheng Qianfan whispered to Lao Huang.

Two comrades in the warehousing room were shackles on their hands and feet, one of whom was in a coma, and the other, who was slightly injured, was watching them alertly.

"Comrade, we are here to rescue you." Cheng Qianfan said.

"The torture failed, it was changed to deceiving and inducing confession?" said the less injured man coldly.

Bang!

Cheng Qianfan raised his hand and shot him to kill the agent who was forced to speak and acted as a temporary porter.

"You believe it now?" he said to the comrade.

He didn't have time to explain anything. This explanation is the fastest, most effective and convincing.

"I believe it a little." The comrade glanced at the spy who was beaten to death, swallowed and nodded.

Cheng Qianfan inserted a short gun around his waist, and he carried the unconscious comrade on his back, while Lao Huang carried the mildly injured comrade.

The four of them quickly evacuated towards the door.

When passing by the main hall, "Did you believe it?" Cheng Qianfan asked.

The comrade saw the four or five corpses on the ground, and then saw three corpses in the yard, including Yuan Ziren's corpse. He showed an extremely excited expression on his face and said excitedly, "I believe it, I believe it, comrade!"

...

Cheng Qianfan and Lao Huang carried the two comrades onto the truck.

He signaled Lao Huang to get on the co-pilot, and he stayed in the car to take care of the injured comrades and also worked as a security work during the evacuation.

As soon as Lu Dazhang stepped on the accelerator, the truck motor roared and drove quickly in the night of Myersey Love Road.

When passing the door of No. 34, the fire on No. 34 did not weaken anyway. You can hear the firefighters shouting to put out the fire due diligently.

...

The truck is driving fast.

Cao Yu almost kicked out the Martian car under his feet.

He wants to return home as fast as possible.

On Xi'ansi Road, Zhao Shuli saw the truck's taillights disappearing into the night from afar, and then he felt relieved.

Zhao Shuli did not feel regretful in the fierce battle of this rescue operation in person.

He did not shoot in the battle, which means everything went well.

Once he needs to shoot, it means that the situation is already bad.

After changing his clothes quickly, Zhao Shuli left the house on Xi'ansi Road. He had to leave the area before the police came to hear the news and launched a large-scale search.

"Comrade, are you?" The injured comrade, who was less injured, whispered to Cheng Qianfan.

"We are arranged by the organization to rescue you." Cheng Qianfan's voice was still hoarse. Even when facing the comrades he rescued himself, he still adhered to the habit of caution and did not spit out the walnuts in his mouth.

He looked at the comrade, "Comrade, as for what else I can say, I can't say."

"I understand, I understand." As he said that, the comrade coughed.

Cheng Qianfan stepped forward and touched his forehead, "Do you have a fever?"

"Wound infection and fever." The injured comrade squeezed out a smile and said, "However, compared to this, it is already a great thing to be rescued and able to continue the revolution."

"Comrade, your name?" Cheng Qianfan took out a cigarette box from his pocket, stuffed a cigarette into the comrade's mouth, took out the foreign fire box, cage it with his clothes, and lit a foreign fire to ignite the cigarette. He asked.

The less injured comrade took a few sips of cigarettes, sighed greedily, and said, "Comrade, I can only tell you my current name."

"My name is Lin Qingqi." He took another breath of cigarettes and said.

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