Espionage: I became sworn brothers with Zheng Yaoxian at the beginning, and became the Seventh Broth

Chapter 143 Blood-Soaked Buns

Just as the field staff of the Bureau of Survey and Statistics were relaxing and preparing to withdraw,

Suddenly, a thin, swaying old woman stepped out from the crowd.

She was also carrying a large basket in her hand.

There were a few steamed buns in the basket.

The old woman took small steps forward, her eyes gleaming with fervor as she murmured to herself.

"Human blood, human blood."

"With this blood-soaked bun, my son's tuberculosis will be cured..."

The old woman who stepped out was the first, but definitely not the last. As she appeared, more than a dozen people rushed out from the crowd.

These people include the old and the young, men and women...

They all share a striking characteristic.

thin.

The kind of thin that's skin and bones.

Their faces were also ashen, and after only a few steps out of the crowd, some people collapsed to the ground while coughing.

Even so, when these people looked at the dead Japanese spies, a glimmer of hope still shone in their eyes—the patients' yearning for life.

"this……."

Ye Shaohong froze upon seeing the dozen or so people who suddenly appeared.

He suddenly remembered a famous work from his school days, Lu Xun's "Medicine."

This great writer vividly depicted a scene of ignorance during the Republic of China era.

Hua Laoshuan, who runs a small teahouse, has a son named Xiaoshuan who has contracted tuberculosis. In order to treat Xiaoshuan's illness, with the introduction and help of executioner Uncle Kang, he buys the blood of revolutionary Xia Yu and makes human blood buns.

But Xiao Shuan, who had taken this "medicine," ultimately could not save his life.

This short story, though merely a literary work by Lu Xun, exposes the ignorance and feudal superstition of the common people during the Republic of China era, while also satirizing the behavior of others who seek improper benefits.

The scenes in the novel are based on real historical events.

Ye Shaohong had read Lu Xun's works and had a deep memory of some of them, but he never imagined that one day he would witness this scene with his own eyes.

How tragic, how pitiful. Ye Shaohong wanted to step forward and shout loudly to tell them that the rumor that human blood buns could cure tuberculosis was false.

They are all feudal superstitions.

It is the wishful thinking that poor people have when they face despair.

But Ye Shaohong had just taken that step when he stopped, because he didn't know how to explain it.

Even if I explain, these people won't believe me.

Even if they believed him, it would be tantamount to cutting off the patients' and their families' hope of survival.

Some might say that he could use his own money to treat these poor people.

Ye Shaohong also has this ability.

He can help one, two, eight, or ten people, but can he help everyone?

This is just one scene in Nanjing. Looking across the more than 1100 million square kilometers of land during the Republic of China era, such pitiful and helpless things happened anytime, anywhere, without stopping for a single second.

He's all alone, how much can he really help?

So Ye Shaohong stopped.

Instead of stopping the patients and their families' frenzied behavior, he looked at the eighteen Japanese spy corpses lying on the ground.

"This... may be the only way for you to atone for the sins of my China by coming into this world."

"Damn it, I even think you guys are a bit dirty, you don't deserve it!"

Ye Shaohong was thinking bitterly, and was about to give Xiao Zhengguo the order to organize the team and prepare to return to Jinling City when four more figures suddenly emerged from the crowd on the outer perimeter of the formation that had been disrupted by the dozen or so patients and their families.

They were all holding Nambu Type 14 pistols.

As soon as he rushed out of the crowd, he shouted all sorts of nonsensical slogans such as "licking locusts and shattering everything," and pointed his gun at Xiao Zhengguo, who was leaning on his crutches and looking completely bewildered on the podium.

"Oh my god!"

After a brief moment of astonishment, Xiao Zhengguo flicked his wrist and tossed the two canes away.

He then rolled on the ground, not caring about his image anymore, and climbed towards the back of the podium using both hands and feet. It seemed that Xiao Zhengguo was trying to find a hiding place.

Meanwhile, Dongfang Hui's eyes suddenly lit up, but only for a brief moment.

She then shook her head rapidly.

With a strip of cloth stuffed in her mouth, Dongfang Hui couldn't speak even if she wanted to send a message to the assassins. She could only shake her head repeatedly, signaling to the assassins that they had targeted the wrong person.

Then Dongfang Hui saw Ye Shaohong from the opposite corner of the stands.

Looking at Ye Shaohong's lieutenant uniform, his location, and the heavily armed field agents surrounding him, Dongfang Hui was initially taken aback, but then she suddenly understood what Ye Shaohong was thinking.

She finally realized that this was yet another trap.

A trap set by Ye Shaohong targeting infiltrated Japanese spies.

Recalling the numerous tortures she had endured in the past few days at Villa No. 1 of Honggong Temple, especially the underworld tactics Li Yunlong used on her, Dongfang Hui felt even more resentful towards Ye Shaohong.

Hatred naturally gives way to murderous intent.

She struggled to her feet, wanting to tell the gunmen that the real target wasn't in the stands.

Instead, they were in the stands.

However, she was too slow. Just as those Japanese spies rushed out of the crowd and were about to attack Xiao Zhengguo, Ye Shaohong's first choice was to turn his head and look at Dongfang Hui.

Watching Dongfang Hui's desperate struggle and her screams, Ye Shaohong ultimately did only one thing. He subtly retreated and returned to the crowd.

disappeared without a trace.

This small action immediately stunned Dongfang Hui, who then pretended to be frantically yelling incompetently.

However, her shouting was not able to express herself clearly.

At the same time, gunshots rang out one after another.

This execution was a supplement to Ye Shaohong's plan to lure in Japanese spies, so he naturally deployed more guards around the execution ground.

With their intentions aligned with the unsuspecting, how could four desperate Japanese devils possibly cause any significant trouble?

In just over ten seconds, all four Japanese assassins fell to the hands of the field agents from the Second Division of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

It was just pitiful for the dozen or so tuberculosis patients and their families who had just broken through the crowd to grab the blood. They were positioned right in the middle of the crowd and the stands.

Even though some of them noticed something was wrong and immediately lay down on the ground, most of them were too slow to react and ended up either dying at the hands of the Japanese devils or at the hands of the field agents of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

In an instant, more blood spread, filling the small hill with an even stronger stench of blood.

After the battle ended, Ye Shaohong reappeared. Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, the coldness on his face intensified.

"Someone, get me some sticks and ropes."

"Hang up the corpses of those executed today, as well as those villains who dared to assassinate."