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When the Japanese military police reacted and tried to snatch the reporter's camera, it was too late. The reporter who took the photo had already disappeared without a trace under the cover of others.

For this reason, the Japanese were helpless and could only try to use underworld methods to intimidate the people and mobilize all their troops to conduct a city-wide search.

At five o'clock in the evening, Zhou Baoguo woke up and found himself lying on a comfortable big bed. However, the light in the room was very dim, so it should be a secret room.

He also clearly remembered that he was rescued by his own people before he fell asleep, and then he fell asleep on a broad shoulder.

Seeing his whole body wrapped in bandages, Zhou Baoguo couldn't help but sigh: "It's great to be alive!"

At this moment, he saw a kettle on the table beside him and wanted to get up to pour some water to drink, but he accidentally pulled his wound and knocked the kettle to the ground.

A special forces doctor who was guarding outside heard the noise and rushed in to check the situation. Then he asked in surprise:

"You're awake, that's great. I'll go get someone right away. Wait a moment."

A minute later, Song Qingfeng walked in with a bowl.

"Zhou Baoguo, you're awake, that's great. Come, drink some porridge. You're too weak to eat anything else."

Although Zhou Baoguo did not recognize the people in front of him, he thought they should be the people who rescued him, especially the person who was talking. His smile gave people a feeling of being bathed in spring breeze and made people feel very at ease.

"I remember your voice. You were the one who shouted my name when you rescued me. Thank you for saving me. I really don't know how to thank you."

"By the way, how much time has passed now?"

"You're welcome. Since we've met you, it's only natural for us to lend a hand. On the contrary, what you've done deserves our admiration."

"It's been seven hours now, and it's almost night. You can rest here without worry. This place is absolutely safe. Okay, I won't say much. You need to rest more. Taking good care of your body is more important than anything else."

After saying this, he put the bowl on the table and asked the doctor to take good care of it.

Zhou Baoguo no longer inquired about the other party's identity. As long as he didn't fall into the hands of the Japanese, the most important thing now was to take good care of his health and not drag down his savior.

Moreover, according to his guess, since he was rescued, the Japanese would certainly be frantically looking for his whereabouts, and he would definitely have to live a life of hiding from place to place in the future. Only when he was in good health would he not be a burden to others.

When faced with the porridge that others fed him, he accepted it all. To be honest, he hadn't had a full meal for a long time since he was captured by the Japanese.

However, when he took the first bite, he found that the porridge was very sweet, so sweet that it went straight to his heart, so he asked in surprise:

"Why is this porridge so sweet? Did you put sugar in it? This is too extravagant."

"Yes, your body is too weak, you need to nourish yourself well. Adding some sugar can help your body recover quickly."

"Also, you need to eat small meals frequently. Finish this bowl of porridge first, and then drink a bowl of lean meat porridge after an hour or so. This will help your wound heal faster."

After he finished drinking the porridge, the doctor brought a bottle of medicine, poured out a few pills from it, and fed them to Zhou Baoguo's mouth.

"This is sulfa. I really don't know how to thank you."

Zhou Baoguo is a rich kid and he had taken sulfa pills before, so he could taste the effects right away. However, the taste today was much better than before. This was top-notch medicine.

"It turned out to be sulfa drugs. These drugs are hard to come by now. Actually, there's nothing serious wrong with my body. It's a bit of a waste to take such a good thing."

Now is a time of war, and any medicine that can reduce inflammation of wounds is a strategic material, especially sulfonamide, which is simply not available on the market. Even on the black market, it is basically out of stock.

Once they appear, they are basically bought by wealthy businessmen and hoarded for life-saving purposes.

Their family had done this before and had stockpiled a lot of it at home. They were very aware of the value of this anti-inflammatory drug.

"Many of the wounds on your body have started to become inflamed, and you have a high fever. You must take sulfa drugs regularly."

"I'm giving you an IV now. I'll be watching you. Just go to sleep and I'll call you when it's time to eat."

Zhou Baoguo didn't know what to say when he heard this. He felt that he owed him a big favor, but the most important thing for him right now was to take good care of his health, which was more important than anything else. So, he fell into a deep sleep again.

Kong Hao, on his part, came to the meeting point alone, wanting to find out the Japanese's next move, which was very important for the special forces' subsequent actions.

At present, Zhou Baoguo’s hiding place needs to be kept strictly confidential. Except for special forces members, even our intelligence personnel should not go there to avoid being discovered by interested parties.

"Comrade Caishen, I have to say, you are simply gods."

"Tianjin has never been as lively as it is today. All the evildoers have come out to find out who did this."

"Just now, I went to meet with the leaders of the Central Bureau of Investigation and the Military Bureau of Investigation in Tianjin to confirm who was behind this incident that shocked so many people."

"Our Eighth Route Army intelligence personnel were excluded first because we were the weakest and could not do such a good job."

"And based on the shell casings left at the scene, we can infer that this should be a German-equipped unit, and the biggest suspect is the Military Control Commission's action team, but their stationmaster Ma rejected this outright."

"This matter has become interesting. It is difficult for us to claim the credit. The people or forces who claim it have no evidence at all. If we rashly claim it, we will be laughed at if we are later slapped in the face."

"We are all people who have to respect ourselves, so we can't do such things recklessly."

After hearing this, Kong Hao asked curiously: "Comrade Mashe, is it too dangerous for you to meet them like this?"

"You don't have to worry about this. In other places, there may be some dirty things, but in Tianjin, a place tightly controlled by the Japanese devils, the three of us are still very united."

"The country is in crisis right now. If we continue to fight among ourselves, we will be defeated one by one by the powerful Japanese. We are all here to fight the Japanese and have saved each other's lives. Our safety is guaranteed."

After hearing this, Kong Hao felt relieved. This was mainly due to the influence of later TV dramas. In fact, whether it was the Military Control Commission or the Central Control Commission, their grassroots were all passionate young people. Faced with such a dangerous situation, only unity could completely drive away the Japanese.

At this time, Mashe took out another photo from the empty bag. On it was the picture of Xingtian fighting against the sky left by Kong Hao, but this picture was placed on the ground, not stuck on the corpse of the Japanese soldier.

Then, Mashe recounted in detail what happened after the special forces left, especially the booby traps that caused great damage to the Japanese, killing at least more than a hundred of them.

Especially since the enemy's Special High Section chief was beaten to a pulp, it will probably make the front page of tomorrow's issue, but as for the top story, it probably won't make it to the headlines.