Siheyuan, don't yell at me

Seeing that Peng Deliang was completely dead, He Daqing sighed.

“I haven’t used a knife for a long time, so my skills are a little rusty!

Hey!

After only a few hundred cuts, Peng Deliang was sent away. "

Ignoring Peng Deliang hanging on the tree, He Daqing went back to the yard.

There seems to be an underground passage in the yard, maybe it is an underground prison, maybe we will find something there.

He Daqing went down the underground passage and, through the thermal imaging glasses, actually found three intelligence agents who were beaten to death.

Two of them could still walk normally, but the remaining one had difficulty even walking.

He Daqing opened the cell door and sighed.

He saluted the three people and said softly:

“Comrades, you have suffered!

On behalf of the organization, I am here to take you home!"

There was wariness in the eyes of the three men, and it was obvious that they didn't trust the Qing Dynasty at all.

Especially He Daqing, who was covered in blood, looked like a Shura from hell. He didn't look like a good person at all.

He Daqing didn't care about the expressions of the three people. He reached out to help up the comrade who was most seriously injured and carried him on his back.

"You two should still be able to walk, right?

Catch up!

Whether you believe me or not, it's better than staying here."

The remaining two people looked at each other, nodded silently, supported each other, and followed He Daqing.

Until I came out of the underground passage and saw all the traitors being killed in the yard.

The three intelligence agents finally came to terms with He Daqing's identity.

He Daqing didn't care about the mood of the three intelligence agents. The most important thing at the moment was to escape from Seoul.

It is already four o'clock in the morning. In two hours at most, it will be daylight. He Daqing doesn't have much time left.

Right now, all three of them are unable to move.

He Daqing asked the three to stay at the door and used the excuse of getting transportation.

After a while, he came back on a bicycle.

There happened to be a cart in the yard, so they tied the cart's handrails to a bicycle and barely turned it into a human-powered tricycle.

At this time, three intelligence agents were looking at Peng Deliang who was hanging on the tree.

The three of them couldn't help but have red eyes and murmured in a low voice.

"God has mercy on you, Peng Deliang, you beast, you deserve this day!"

"Retribution, retribution, you beast, this is what you deserve, you must not die a good death!"

"Brothers, you can rest in peace now. Peng Deliang, the beast, has received the punishment he deserved..."

He Daqing didn't dare to listen to the three people's sighs anymore, and hurriedly urged them.

"Hurry up and get on the cart. I'll take you out of the city first!"

After the three of them lay down on the cart, He Daqing took out a tarpaulin, covered them with it, and said:

"For a moment, no matter what happens, don't make a sound..."

The three of them responded softly, and He Daqing covered the tarpaulin.

He Daqing had to wear thermal imaging glasses and stand up to pedal his bicycle before he could start.

Fortunately, the 28-inch bicycle is sturdy, otherwise, it might not be able to pull so many people.

It was four o'clock in the morning, when everyone was exhausted.

The whole city of Seoul was in complete silence.

In addition to the sound of the bicycle chain turning, He Daqing could even hear his own heartbeat.

Riding a bicycle or pulling a cart is not as easy and comfortable as being alone.

There are only a few roads out of the city, and there are checkpoints on each road.

He Daqing approached the checkpoint slowly, fearing that he would disturb the Korean soldiers sleeping in the corner.

He gently moved away the wooden roadblock blocking the road, and carefully checked the movements of the stick soldiers with every step he took.

He Daqing thought that if possible, it would be best not to disturb the Korean soldiers.

If He Daqing were alone, he would have crushed their eggs and sent them to hell.

But now with three burdens, He Daqing is destined not to be able to run far.

Tomorrow morning, the news that that dog traitor was skinned alive will definitely break out.

By then, if there is nothing abnormal at the checkpoint at the city gate.

The focus of the search by the Korean soldiers and the Americans will definitely be on the city.

After pushing his bicycle through the checkpoint, He Daqing turned back and restored the wooden roadblock to its original state.

The bicycle pulled the three people on the cart all the way south and disappeared into the night.

He Daqing pedaled his bicycle as hard as he could, trying to get as far away from Seoul as possible.

Seeing a hint of dawn in the sky, He Daqing immediately made a decision.

He stopped his bicycle, carried the wounded man who could not walk on his back, and led the other two intelligence officers into the woods.

"It's almost dawn, we can't go on!

We did not alert the Bang soldiers when we left the city, so we should be safe for the time being.

Besides, even if the Americans want to go out of the city for inspection, the focus should be on the 38th parallel in the north.

Let’s hide in the forest for a day and then continue our journey at night…”

The three intelligence agents naturally had no objections.

Two of them could barely walk, and one was injured and unable to move, so they had no choice at all.

After reaching a valley, He Daqing took out two packs of compressed biscuits from his bag, threw them to the intelligence officer, and said:

"You three should rest here for a while!

I went back and dealt with the bicycle and the cart.

If we stay there, our whereabouts might be exposed."

Then He Daqing threw out two more pistols and continued:

"If by some chance I don't come back, you guys can only wish me the best!"

After He Daqing finished speaking, he hurried out of the woods without waiting for the three people to react.

Time waits for no one. Every extra second you stay, the greater the risk of exposure.

When He Daqing came out of the forest, an accident happened.

I saw an old man, looking at his bicycle suspiciously, and even sitting on it.

He Daqing rushed forward and slapped the old man in the face.

"You bastard, I went into the woods to take a shit, and you dared to steal my car?"

The old man got slapped so hard that he saw stars.

Then he was filled with rage and started cursing:

“My son is the director of the police department, how dare you hit me?

You are in trouble, serious trouble, you are doomed!

I will make my son arrest you and put you in jail!

Fatty, the Americans will definitely like to eat all this fat on you.

Haha!

I'm going to let the Americans eat you alive..."

He Daqing slapped him again.

"Old man, your son is useless even if he is Lee Seung-man of South Korea.

Today, you saw something you shouldn't have seen.

You are in trouble, you are in big trouble.

You are going to die now, I am going to kill you now..."

He Daqing was already angry, but he didn't expect that a little old man would dare to be so arrogant.

How can you tolerate that?

After two big slaps, he raised his leg and gave a chin-crushing kick.

The little old man who was screaming just now suddenly couldn't make any sound anymore.

He reached out and put the old man into the space and made him into fertilizer.

If you, an old thing, didn't yell at me, you could live a few more years.