It was still in the backyard of the Kikushe shop, and it was still a big mouth and was serving the people with heartfelt grace. The two jujube gangs were also discounted. However, the person who was greeted so carefully was the manager of the Kikushe who was still wearing thick wound medicine. The person who served the manager of the Kikushe was replaced by the shopkeeper of the Kikushe club, Zuo Nobusuke Katsumasa!

After the price was negotiated, the scene was gathered, and a group of chrysanthemum workers with hard fire in their arms and bicycles under their feet surrounded two inexperienced green gangsters in the city to get a redemption. This should have been a sure thing.

Unexpectedly, just one hour later, the manager of Jushu was so hot that he had lost a few pieces of good flesh. He asked someone to take a car that he had touched casually. The other Jushuhu staff members were all covered in big white gray faces. When they walked on the street, they saw a bunch of people living together, Cao Cao was crowded with people to vote for him. "Beat the Drum and Swear Cao"?

Just when the manager of the Chrysanthemum Society asked someone to burn and cook it into a roast duck, he had not forgotten to spare his life to protect the night pigeon in the bird cage. Zuozusuke Katsumasaki at least asked someone to invite the doctor in Tongrentang to come to see the wounds and treat the disease. A few ointments made from the secret recipes in Tongrentang were wiped out. The manager of the Chrysanthemum Society, who was originally crying and howling, suddenly felt cool all over, and the blisters as big as walnuts were taken down.

But when I looked at the night pigeon carefully, the manager of Jushu was beaten to death, and the plan that was dedicated to serving the pigeon was stunned. The pigeon was really right, it was the baby night pigeon raised in Jushuhu. But no matter how the night pigeon teased that night pigeon, it couldn't play with its wings, and could only jump and flap on the ground like a chicken, and even a tall table could not fly up!

After a long time of careful examination, I waited until it was dark and when the lights were on, the chrysanthemum club staff who specialized in serving pigeons saw some clues. It turned out that a thin layer of glue was asked to be applied to the feathers of the pigeon that night. It could not be washed away or broken by the knife. Even if the pigeon changed the feathers themselves, the fallen feathers had to hang on the pigeon and swayed for a long time. They could turn a pigeon worth a lot of money into a waste that no one wanted even if they lost money!

Seeing that a thousand oceans were drifted, the pigeons that were redeemed had to put them in the soup pot. They were not angry, and they were even more anxious to find a scapegoat. They were not vague at all. They summoned all the staff members of the Kiku Club to execute the crime in public, and beat the manager of the Kiku Club who had just been lying on the kang to rest for half a breath. They lay on the ground and kept twitching, and they could not see the sun tomorrow.

Squinted his blood-stained eyes. Zuonosuke Katsumasa looked at the big plan surrounding the backyard of Kikushu, and the newly replaced jujube-kitten squid in his hand suddenly raised it high, and directly hit the back of the head of the manager of Kikushu who was lying on the ground!

The communication between Jushu and Jushu is mostly based on the radio station hidden in Jushu's backyard to deliver messages. But when winter comes, when the wind and snow in the north are raging, the radio stations are not very useful. Only by relying on the carefully trained pigeons to convey messages back and forth, can the communication between Jushu and Jushu.

Now it is bullfighting, pictures of strange beasts, white flour transactions, and several major events are at the critical moment. If you really break the contact with the chrysanthemum mechanism at this time, even if you make a little mistake, I am afraid that the chair of the chrysanthemum shopkeeper can sit down and be sure, whether your head can be placed on your shoulders or carried on your head!

If you don’t find a scapegoat that is reasonable, I’m afraid that those murderers in the Ju system will have to set off to 49 City to get the head of your neck?!

He heard the sound of the skull shattering of the skull in the corner of his eyes, and he also glanced at the skull that was surrounding him. He couldn't help but tremble several times. Zuosuke Katsumasa gently threw away the jujube in his hand and said in a low voice in Japanese: "Can the radio station contact the general account?"

In a trepidation, a chrysanthemum clerk, kneeled down on his knees, pressed his forehead against the ground, and responded in a trembling voice: "Your Excellency, please forgive me! Maybe it is because of the weather around Peking City recently that the radio station cannot guarantee the smooth communication. It is already trying to solve such a problem. But no matter what, please give me some more time. Even if I have tried my best to contact the general account!"

With a cold snorting without comment, Zuosuke Katsumasa turned his head and looked at another Kikusawa clerk: "So what about the contact points outside the capital of Peking? What's their situation?"

He also knelt down on his knees and put his forehead on the ground. The guy who was responsible for the transportation of goods in Kikushu on weekdays also responded in Japanese: "The heavy snow outside the city destroyed two contact points, and their radio stations could not transfer and contact the general account. All personnel could only evacuate to the last contact point and wait for the general account's new order!"

Before Zuosuke Katsumasato could speak, outside the small corner door in the backyard of Kikushu, a rhythmic knock sounded suddenly. With the knocking sound of the door outside the small corner door, the whistleman in the Kikushu, who was already wearing a thick black cloth quilt, stood up from the roof and whispered to the yard: "It's Kikura from the courtyard outside the city, there is no one behind him!"

As soon as he heard the whistleman on the roof whistle, Zuosuke Katsumasa was shocked, and turned around like lightning, shouting at Kizuko who had just walked into the yard from the little corner gate: "Why are you back? Where are the others?"

Although he was covered with thick cold-proof clothes all over his body and had two leather hats that could cover his face with wide cloth strips on his head, the short-sized Mu Koumi still had a purple face and his lips were black. He trembled for a long time before he stuttered at Zuo Nobusuke Katsumasa: "Han Han Liangpin ran away!"

After grabbing Kiko's slug-clad collar, Zuosuke Katsumasa almost shouted, "What's going on?"

After taking the Shanxi Laofenjiu that a thriller-minded chrysanthemum club brought in a hurry, Mu Wu poured half a bottle of Shanxi Laofenjiu in one breath, and then he barely breathed a sigh of relief, shouting as if he was dead, "At dinner, Han Liangpin went to the vicinity of the mansion to buy some meat and spirits, and also spent money to hire a mule as his footwork! After dark, Han Liangpin actually took the torch to light the pile of forage. Fortunately, Shanjianjun and I discovered it, and put out the open flames on the pile of forage in time, but Han Liangpin also took this opportunity to escape from the mansion! Now Shanjianjun and several other companions are guarding the bullfighting in the mansion, and I rushed back to report the message."

Frowning, Zuosuke Katsumasa slowly let go of Muji's clothes, pondering and asking Muji who was breathing, "When Han Liangpin escaped, did he take away the things he bought?"

He nodded heavily, Mu Jun responded without hesitation: "Take them all away! We went to the house where he lived, and he also took away a wolf-skin mattress on the bed!"

"Which direction did he go?"

"It's too dark, we can only see him walking along the main road, but there is a fork on the road out of the manor, heading towards the city and on the other hand, will Han Liangpin already know the contact point outside the city?!"

With his hands behind his back, Zuosuke Katsumasato frowned and pondered for a moment, suddenly raised his head to shout at the Kikusho man standing in the yard: "Give him apart the people and leave the city immediately to notify the contact point to immediately transfer to the backup location! Remember, no matter what, you have to grab that old guy in your palm! You can deal with him if you have no choice!"

Seeing the three Kikushu clerks moving in response, Zuosuke Katsumasa moved his heart again, and shouted at the other Kikushu clerks: "You guys go too! After leaving the city, you will go in the other two directions, and then turn back after dawn!"

But in a moment, the Kikushe guys who were about to leave the city had already received some of their carry-on weapons from the side hall. One of the Kikushe guys carefully turned off the insurance on the southern pistol and asked in a low voice to Zuosuke Katsumasa, who was standing in the yard with a gloomy face: "Your Excellency, if we meet Han Liangpin on the road, can we?"

After glanced at the fierce Kikusho clerk, Zuosuke Katsumasa shook his head without hesitation: "In the wild, you are not his opponent, even if you hold a gun! If you meet Han Liangpin on the road, you must have someone to go to the contact point to report the message no matter what. You will never be allowed to fight with him! Remember, even a hundred Han Liangpin is not half as important as our contact point!"

Although he was a little dissatisfied with Zuosuke Katsumasa's order, looking at Zuosuke Katsumasa's gloomy face and looking at the entities lying on the ground, the gradually frozen and cold entity of the Kusuke Manager who was about to leave the city bent down at Zuosuke Katsumasa: "Hayi!"

Pushing open the small corner door of Jushe's backyard, several Jushe's men walked along the narrow alley outside the Xiaojiao's gate and headed towards a Sihe courtyard that had been closed not far away. As the Jushe's men rushed to the front, they gently knocked on the door of the Sihe courtyard, and from the dark Sihe courtyard, a few soft coughs suddenly came.

He didn't even open the door, and the juicy man standing in front of the courtyard gate reached out and pinched the cold copper door knocker and continued to knock lightly and orderly. He knocked twice according to a movement that sounded like the gongs and drums on the stage. The closed courtyard gate suddenly opened. A strong man in a thick cotton robe stood next to the dark door hole, leaving without saying a word to the passage into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, a storm-like lantern covered with black cloth flashed with a dark light like ghost fire, barely illuminating a huge cellar with openings in the yard. Following the slope at the opening of the cellar, tall horses wrapped in wheatgrass and thick cloth had been quietly pulled out by several other strong men
Chapter completed!