It took only one cup of tea to freeze and lose the appearance of a human being. Shibuki, who fell off the horse's back, had already explained his purpose to the manager at the contact point.

Waving his hand, Shibuki, who looked blue and weak and spoke, put him in a room without a fire, and he drank a little hot water to warm up. The manager at the contact point did not rush to follow Zuosuke Katsumasa's instructions, and took important goods and left the pot for the burning pot for the imprisoned Abang at night. Instead, he took a string of copper keys from his waist and threw them into the hands of the second manager who was following him.

Regardless of the many rules and strict systems in the Jujube, even in the Jujube Club, there are all kinds of secret words and secret notes.

Just like the order from Zuosuke Katsumasa to send people a sudden and furious order, it is naturally clear on the surface, but in private it means completely opposite - keep the troops on the move, defend on defense, and no matter what, you must hold Abang in your own hands to hold Han Liangpin hostage!

If you don’t understand the rules and code words of the chrysanthemum club, even if you cut off the messenger from the chrysanthemum club halfway and force the messenger to tell the truth, you will be the end of being smart and being fooled by cleverness. It can be considered meticulous and step by step!

But although he was immediately deployed according to Zuosuke Katsumasa's order, he still felt that Zuosuke Katsumasa had made some big fuss?

Since I have set up a pot on this hill 80 miles away from Sijiu City as a contact point, I have put a lot of effort into choosing a site.

Although the mountain bag is not high, it is flat around it. When the sky is clear, you can see the coming and going on the road five miles away with your eyes, and you can see the other directions clearly. You are not afraid of someone using the terrain to cover up and attack.

I don’t know which gods are blessed. There is a spring water seeping out of the cracks of the rocks on the mountain. I feel refreshed and sweet when I taste it. It is the best choice to make tea and wine. In addition, there is another advantage in this spring - next to the spring is a stone pond that can store water. As long as the spring water fills a pond, it will naturally no longer overflow, and it can be regarded as a treasure land made by heaven.

The walls around the boiling pot are cut into wood nearby, and the walls are made of rammed earth. The walls are left with gun holes. When they are placed outside, they look thin, but in fact the wall is more than two feet thick, and the gun cannot penetrate.

Two feet away from the wall, deep and shallow, and a circle of trenches were dug in a winding manner. They were covered with dead branches and hay on weekdays. It looked flat and hard. But if you stepped on it, you would fall to the end. Then, you would ask the dense pointed wooden stakes under the trench to serve you. I am afraid that the gods would have to peel off the skin first if they fell in?

In addition, there are dozens of long and hard fires hidden in the pot all year round, and the guys in the pot can be regarded as people who know the way of doing things. Two years ago, I encountered dozens of bandits who saw the hot pot business and were really jealous. They wanted to smash the kiln in the middle of the night to get the benefits, but before they could rush through the trench, they first broke the bad guy No. 5 and 6. After the long and hard fire on the pot wall, the aggressive bandits immediately scattered. They went out to see at dawn. They even threw dead ghosts with a narrow life on the ground!

Just because of the original crew in the pot, dozens of people could raise their hands and clean them up, not to mention that there were more than 20 new assistants in the pot?

With the two opponents Shibuki mentioned, even the most capable figure in the martial arts world, it is unlikely that they will run into the pot and intercept the imprisoned Master A Pang?

Looking at the plan in the pot and the companion who came to avoid the wind and snow from other contact points, he stood in front of him and waited for the assignment. The pot manager nodded with satisfaction, but said in a low voice to the second manager who handed a southern pistol to him, "Closing that old guy in the room in the middle of the pot. Find two people to guard him without leaving any steps!"

After agreeing, the manager of the Sauce Pot II turned around and was about to leave, but he turned around and asked, "Do you want to give that old guy some more?"

He snorted, and the manager of the roasting pot responded lightly: "Do I still have to say this?"

He nodded in understanding, and the second manager of the roasting pot led two roasting pot men holding southern pistols to the door of a simple adobe house in the roasting pot, took out an iron key from his waist, opened a large black iron lock hanging on the door, and suddenly pushed open the thick wooden door.

There was no light in the room, and it was dark and hard to see the inside. It was probably because the kang was not hot. Although the door was wide open, there was no heat coming out of the room. Instead, a strange smell only caused by the long-term illness came to the face.

He turned his head and signaled that the two burning pot guys who were following him lit up the flashlight. The second manager of the burning pot took a deep breath of cold air. He then raised his legs and walked into the room with the light of the flashlight, and shouted toward the old man who was wrapped in a quilt on the kang, who was curled into a ball, "Get up quickly and change the place for you!"

It seemed that he was almost gone by the cold. The old man curled up on the kang wrapped in a quilt and waited for a long time before he responded in a hoarse voice: "It's so late that it's cold and cold, where are you going to get me?!"

He let out a deep breath of disgust, and the manager of the Burning Pot 2 shouted coldly: "I'll change you to a warm room!"

He smiled heavily. The old man curled up on the kang slowly shook his head: "Don't say you're changing me to a warm room, even if you give me a Golden Palace, I won't write such a note for you! I should have thrown away my life for a long time, so why bother to harm the closest relatives around you? Don't think about it anymore."

He shone the light column of the flashlight straight on the old man. A pot-burning man came to the side of the manager of the pot-burning man and whispered in Japanese: "Your Excellency, there is no need to waste time with such a waste. We can tie him up, right?"

He shook his head slightly, and the manager of the Shaoguo Er responded in Japanese: "In the past, he used coercive means to threaten us by suicide or self-injury! Just like last time, didn't he press his hands on the kang and burn them to a serious injury? Now this guy is still useful to us, and he can't do that yet. Are you carrying those things?"

A small tin foil bag was taken out from his waist. The boiler stared at the old man curled up on the kang and whispered in Japanese: "Do you still deal with him like that?"

After taking a few steps back, the manager of the Shaoguo Er nodded vigorously: "Move faster, there are still many things outside waiting for us to complete!"

He winked at another pot-burning guy. The pot-burning guy holding a small tin foil bag in his hand took out an oil lighter from his waist, then carefully opened the small tin foil bag and folded it into a long strip. Then he carefully held the white surface on the long tin foil and walked towards the old man curled on the kang.

Before he even took off his shoes, another pot-burning guy suddenly jumped onto the kang and hugged the old man who had lost his body in his arms. The pot-burning guy holding the tin foil skillfully lit the foreign oil lighter and burned it under the tin foil, and took the tin foil that suddenly burst out of blue smoke to the end of the old man's nose.

Waving his head weakly, the old man who was pinned to his body held his breath and struggled in vain, avoiding the green smoke that was drilling straight into his nostrils as if he was avoiding the plague. But after struggling for a while, the old man who couldn't hold it in one breath finally inhaled the first wisp of green smoke with a strange smell.

In just a moment, the old man who was struggling had already collapsed and his breathing became heavy. As more smoke was inhaled into the nose, the old man's eyes gradually lost their luster, and he stretched out his hands and feet as if he was completely unconsciously.

With his hands loosened, the boiling pot guy who had clamped the old man's body let the old man fall on the bedding randomly on the kang, and wrapped the old man who had lost consciousness with the dirty bedding. He carried the old man on his shoulders as if he was carrying a circle and bowing. He followed the second manager of the boiling pot and walked straight towards the strongest room in the center of the boiling pot.

Flirting with the southern pistol in his hand, Manager Shaoguo Er looked at the old man who was being carried away with disgust, muttering and muttering to himself: "I really hope that Jushu will complete the matter in Peking City as soon as possible! Otherwise, we will have to serve this old guy for a longer time!"

He also pulled out the southern pistol he had just gotten from his waist, and the cooker who forced the old man to inhale a lot of white flour nodded in agreement: "It's true, as you said! It's such an almost useless old man who has to waste precious goods to subdue him. This is a huge waste! But you, is this almost useless old man, a little strange thing?"

"What did you find?"

"Average Chinese people, as long as they suck our goods once or twice, they will no longer be able to do without them, and they are even willing to exchange anything for the goods we provide! But this almost useless old man can endure the temptation of the oak goods on him? At the beginning, we even thought that the goods had quality problems?"

"At this time, don't think about these irrelevant questions! Where are our goods? Where?"

"In the cellar, special personnel have been arranged to protect 9. You, do we need to deal with two people with such great fanfare?"

"Don't you know how important our contact points are? Stop talking nonsense."

As he was chatting all the way, the second manager of the roasting pot led the talkative roasting pot to the place where all the people were gathered. Perhaps because it was dark, even the roasting pot who carried the old man on his shoulder did not notice that the old man was rolled in the bedding had already put a finger wrapped in gauze in his mouth and bit it heavily.

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