After she became the daughter of a vicious warlord, she cleaned herself up

Because it was inconvenient to move in a cheongsam, Jiang Shiyuan had already changed back into the black dress in advance.

She lowered the brim of her hat and walked quickly in the night.

She clutched her pearl handbag tightly in her left hand and held the gun steadily in her right hand, guarding against the Kuomintang secret agents who had failed in their mission and were searching for any fish that had escaped.

Although the original owner had carried out many missions before and had taken countless lives.

But it was the first time for her to participate in it in person since she had traveled through time and space, and her heart was pounding with nervousness.

She crouched down and searched around in the alley. Under the dim moonlight, every shadow seemed to hide unknown danger.

"Fang Lansheng, where are you?"

Jiang Shiyuan lowered his voice and called out anxiously, but all he could hear was his own rapid breathing echoing in the empty alley.

As time passed, Jiang Shiyuan became more and more anxious. She could even feel the blood vessels in her temples throbbing.

She gritted her teeth and decided to find Fang Lansheng as soon as possible, otherwise his life would be in danger.

With the dim light from the alley, she calmed down and carefully searched those inconspicuous corners, and a messy pile of waste came into view.

Jiang Shiyuan thought of Fang Lansheng's image of picking up waste before, and suddenly an idea came to him. He lightened his steps and slowly approached the waste pile.

"Fang Lansheng..." She lowered her voice and called out tentatively, but no one responded.

At this time, several huge rats were disturbed by her and fled out in panic.

Jiang Shiyuan was so frightened that he almost screamed, but then he calmed down, as if he smelled a strong smell of blood.

She plucked up her courage and pushed aside the pieces of cardboard blocking her way.

The next moment, the scene in front of her made her stunned.

Fang Lansheng leaned against the waste pile, his face ashen, his entire right arm stained with blood, looking horrifying.

Jiang Shiyuan's heart suddenly tightened and he immediately rushed over and squatted beside Fang Lansheng.

"Fang Lansheng, how are you? You must hold on!" Jiang Shiyuan's voice trembled slightly. She reached out and felt Fang Lansheng's breath. Fortunately, he was still alive!

Without thinking too much, Jiang Shiyuan quickly opened the pearl handbag she carried with her, took out the medical supplies she had prepared in advance, and performed simple hemostasis and bandaging for Fang Lansheng.

"Damn it, the bullet must be taken out!" Jiang Shiyuan frowned as he looked at the gauze on Fang Lansheng's arm that was gradually oozing blood.

She knew that since Fang Lansheng was in a coma due to excessive blood loss, they had to find a safe and bright place as soon as possible to perform the bullet removal surgery.

However, she alone was not able to move the unconscious Fang Lansheng.

What should we do?

Jiang Shiyuan was extremely anxious. Just when she was at a loss and looking around anxiously, she found a familiar figure pulling a rickshaw sitting under the dim street light not far from the alley.

It’s Lao Huang!

Jiang Shiyuan's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

She knew that time was running out and human lives were at stake, so she decided to take a gamble.

Lao Huang is an underground party comrade lurking in the Military Control Commission, with a red heart!

Jiang Shiyuan gritted his teeth and ran over to ask Lao Huang for help.

Old Huang suddenly heard footsteps not far away and thought it was Fang Lansheng coming.

When he looked up, he found that it was Jiang Shiyuan, the "Shennong" he had just taken over from during the day. He was stunned.

"Ms. Jiang...Ms. Jiang, why are you here so late?" Old Huang asked in surprise.

"There's no time to explain. Saving lives is the most important thing!" Jiang Shiyuan grabbed Lao Huang's arm and said hurriedly.

Before Old Huang could react, Jiang Shiyuan dragged him and his car towards the waste dump.

"Boss Fang was shot in the right arm and has lost too much blood. His life is currently in danger. He needs to be transferred as soon as possible for bullet removal surgery!" Jiang Shiyuan explained while running.

When Old Huang heard that Comrade "Peach Blossom Fan" had gotten into trouble, his heart sank.

But seeing Jiang Shiyuan's anxious expression, he knew that he had to act decisively in an emergency, so he didn't ask any more questions and followed her to the waste pile.

"This..." Old Huang took a breath of cold air when he looked at Fang Lansheng lying on the ground.

"Old Huang, now is not the time to answer questions or solve problems. Let's move him to a safe place first!" Jiang Shiyuan urged.

Old Huang nodded, and without hesitation, he and Jiang Shiyuan quickly carried Fang Lansheng onto the rickshaw.

Jiang Shiyuan also stepped forward, not caring about the blood and dust on Fang Lansheng's body, and held him tightly in his arms to prevent the wound from being shaken.

"Old Huang, thank you for your hard work. Let's get out of here quickly!"

"Okay, sit tight!"

Old Huang immediately used his Kuafu chasing the sun's leg skills to pull the two of them through the alleys and soon they entered a safe area.

No matter what identity or position Jiang Shiyuan uses to help Fang Lansheng, Lao Huang can only choose to believe her temporarily.

After all, Fang Lansheng’s gunshot wound cannot be treated through regular hospitals and clinics.

The best option at the moment is to have Jiang Shiyuan, a Western doctor who studied abroad, perform the bullet removal surgery.

The night wind is cool and the moonlight is like water.

Lao Huang and Jiang Shiyuan each had their own thoughts and walked in silence all the way.

In Lao Huang's mind, he recalled what happened this evening.

Around six o'clock in the evening, Lao Huang pretended to be waiting for work at the entrance of the food street as he agreed every month.

In fact, he was waiting for Comrade Taohuashan to pass on to him the intelligence collected from some important military and political figures every month.

Today, because of Jiang Shiyuan's forced marriage farce of "either getting married or having a funeral" in the morning, Fang Lansheng's performance was delayed by more than an hour, so he came here directly before he had time to go back to Lanhu Opera House to get information.

Normally, when Fang Lansheng had no information to pass on, he would simply ignore Lao Huang and walk straight past him.

But this time he took two steps forward, suddenly thought of something, and bent down, pretending to tie his shoelaces.

At this moment, Fang Lansheng took the opportunity to draw a special mark at his feet with a small stone.

That was a mark that only the two of them could understand.

In fact, Fang Lansheng didn't know what specific task he was facing today and when he had to carry it out.

But since it is an urgent task assigned by the organization, it must be time-sensitive, heavy-duty and relatively dangerous.

So he suddenly decided to leave a mark for Lao Huang, hoping that Lao Huang would pull a car to pick him up when the time came, leaving a way for evacuation.

So as soon as Fang Lansheng left, Lao Huang came forward to check while eating a piece of bread.

The sign means: Meet up at the usual place tonight.

The old place refers to the small alley next to the snack street.

Since the mark did not indicate what time the pick-up would take place, it proved that Fang Lansheng himself was not sure.

So to be on the safe side, Lao Huang immediately drove his car to the alley to wait for him.

We waited until 11:30 in the evening.

Old Huang looked back at Fang Lansheng, who was still unconscious in Jiang Shiyuan's arms, and felt very nervous.

But at the same time, he also had to admire Comrade Taohuashan's foresight.

If Fang Lansheng hadn't left Lao Huang a safe escape route today, the consequences would have been disastrous...