Spy war in the Republic of China, peak undercover

Passing by the detention center, the guard at the door, with a gun on his back, looked at the strange face walking around with his collar open with confusion.

I don’t know where this leader came from, but he looks so relaxed.

"Hey brother, who's Old Goldhead?"

The policeman on duty was not very old and had no idea who Lu Yang was.

He quickly turned around and shouted inside: "Mr. Jin, is anyone looking for you?"

"Who is it? Ask him to come in."

Lu Yang gestured to the guard and pushed the door open before walking in.

A thin old man sat at a table in the room, smoking a pipe. Behind him was a makeshift warehouse made of welded iron fences, filled with dark green boxes, presumably containing firearms.

"you are?"

"My name is Lu Yang. I'm a new colleague today. Director Cao asked me to come here to get a gun."

After hearing this, Old Jintou quickly sat up straight. He had been working for more than ten years, and this was the first time he had seen someone being given a gun on the first day of work.

"Okay, I'll make a call to check."

Old Jin picked up the phone on the table and dialed. "Hey, Chief Cao, I'm Old Jin. There's a new guy named Lu Yang who came to me to get a gun. Did you know about this?"

"Okay, I got it. Goodbye, Director Cao."

The phone call made by Old Jintou.

"The chief has agreed. What kind of gun do you want?"

Based on the knowledge Lu Yang had in his previous life, the best pistols at that time were nothing more than those Lu Bu pistols.

"One gun, two horses, three flower mouths, four snakes, five dogs open their mouths and kick"

It is estimated that the possibility of having guns and handguns in this small county is very small.

"Do you have a gun license?"

Old Jintou looked up at the young man in front of him in surprise.

"You know guns too?"

"I don't quite understand. I haven't fired a single shot yet?"

When he heard this, Old Jintou thought he was teasing him.

"That's for a section chief. Since you're new here, I'll give you a revolver to play with."

"I want a gun license plate, or at least a flower mouth." Although revolvers are accurate, loading bullets is very difficult. There were no loaders in that era. Carrying a Browning pistol allows you to carry more magazines and has a longer battery life.

"Okay, then I'll give you a flower mouth. It's more practical than a gun card, and I have plenty of bullets here. You can go to the target shooting to practice more."

Old Jintou is also a seasoned man and knows that this young master cannot be offended.

"Remember, you can't fire more than 500 rounds a day, or your gun will be useless."

"Then I'll take 400."

When Old Jin heard this, his heart ached.

"Huh? How many rounds of ammunition can this small place fire in a month? He alone needs 400 rounds. I only blame myself for saying 500 rounds."

"Little brother, the ammunition depot is a bit low recently, and the new ones haven't arrived yet. Look..."

"Take as much as you can, at least 300."

Old Jintou stared at him for several seconds.

"Well, damn, it's not mine."

Old Jintou took the key and went into the warehouse to take inventory.

"Brother, I can give you 150 at most. You can come back next month to collect it."

"Okay, that's it."

Lu Yang wrote a receipt from Lao Jintou and took the gun and bullets away.

This gun seems to have been used by many people and is about 60% new.

I squinted my eyes to look at the rifling. Although I hadn't fed many bullets, the rifling was very clear.

"Thanks, Master Jin. I'm leaving now."

There is no need to be polite to them. Who are you acting as your boss to?

Return to your office in the administrative department.

Zhang Hannian didn't assign him any work, so he locked all the extra bullets in a drawer when he had nothing to do.

He took two spare magazines with him, put his pistol on his waist, and walked out of the police station in his police uniform.

The police station is located in the city center and not too far from Wangjiang Teahouse.

Now most of the people in the police station have gone out to search for the suspect who beat Hu Laosi to death this morning.

There were almost no people or cars at the door.

Lu Yang planned to walk there, just to observe if there was anyone following him.

As soon as I walked out of the police station and turned into an alley, I found the person who was following me.

Lu Yang walked to a market street and came to a stall selling small sundries.

Picking up a dressing mirror, he pretended to look in it and saw the person behind him.

Damn, he didn’t even change his clothes. He was just one of the four guards.

If it were someone else, I could teach him a lesson, but this is Chen Yijun's man.

She is my only backer, so I can’t offend her.

I recalled the scene of Hu Laosi being shot in the morning. Could it be done by Chen Yijun's men?

A warm feeling rose in his heart. If she really sent someone to kill him, then Chen Yijun really loved him deeply. She even killed the police when she saw that he was in danger.

So I let him follow me. I wouldn't go into Wangjiang Teahouse, but I would definitely check to see if it was operating normally.

In this way, we can determine whether Qinglan is safe.

Thinking of this, he bought a pair of round-frame sunglasses and put them on his face.

"Thank you, boss!" The spectacles seller thought he would refuse to pay, but unexpectedly, the sun rose from the west, and the man in a dog-skin suit took the item and paid for it.

Lu Yang found another tailor shop on the way, went in and ordered a black jacket, and still asked them to send it to the police station.

This is for when I get home, so I can't forget it. Otherwise it will look fake.

As soon as I went out, I saw a group of people gathered together in a noisy manner diagonally opposite.

Lu Yang walked over curiously and parted the crowd.

In front of me were four young and strong men wearing black coats and open collars, surrounding two half-grown children.

A fat middle-aged man also wearing a black coat seemed to be their leader.

Shouting and cursing.

"Little girl, this is a debt to pay. Your father sold you, so you have to come with us. It's not your uncle who bullies you. This is the rule."

"I won't go. Even if you sell me to a brothel, I'll never go."

A group of people gathered around and no one dared to speak.

Of course we can’t just ignore Lu Yang wearing this outfit.

The plot is clear at first glance. It is the gangsters who are bullying the market and lending money at high interest rates.

This is when someone like Lu Yang needs to step forward.

He had a pistol on his waist and plenty of bullets.

Why should I be afraid of you little thugs?

I'll feed you guys the gun first so you can practice your hand feeling.

"what happened?"

The fat man turned around, not expecting someone to meddle in his business. He started cursing just as he was about to speak.

"Get lost... Ouch, Boss! You look unfamiliar?"

As he said that, he quickly took out a cigarette and handed it over.

"Who the hell are you telling to get out? Are you tired of living?"

Lu Yang lifted up his newly-put-on big leather shoes and kicked the fat man in the belly.

The boy weighed more than 200 pounds and was kicked more than two meters away by Lu Yang. He rolled on the ground before sitting up.

"Good!" The long-lost applause rang out in that era.