stonecrandall Chapter 31 Escaping from the Zhang Family
Chapter 31 Escaping from the Zhang Family
"Hurry up! You bastard! Go upstairs!" A commander who looked like a lieutenant colonel ordered his soldiers upstairs, "Take the body down! Quickly!"
"Hey!" Several soldiers quickly took out the stretchers they had brought over, placed the bodies from the corridor and stairs on them, carried them away, and cleared the space in the corridor and stairs to search for the enemy.
"Ouch, ouch!" Yan Shuo groaned in pain. The Japanese soldiers noticed. "Report! He's still alive! There's still hope!" A quick-thinking Japanese soldier reported to the major next to him.
The major glanced at Yan Shuo's single wound on his chest, the bloodstains obvious. Yan Shuo looked extremely weak and needed immediate treatment. "Take him to the hospital, get him treated right away!"
"Hi!" The soldier bowed and two soldiers lifted Yan Shuo and ran towards the medical vehicle.
"Hey, brother, don't die, don't sleep! You, the hero of the empire, don't die! Keep going!" The soldiers cheered Yan Shuo on as they carried him.
Once inside the medical vehicle, Yan Shuo was carried in. Two soldiers quickly set up Yan Shuo's stretcher and sat down beside him. The medical vehicle immediately set off, and the accompanying doctor began to examine Yan Shuo's bullet wounds.
Yan Shuo acted swiftly, "Pfft pfft pfft!" A few shots took out three people: two soldiers and a medic!
Replace the three dolls and take away the corpse.
Upon reaching the gate, the driver leaned out and shouted to the sentry, "Wounded soldier, going to the hospital! Open the gate!"
The sergeant on guard duty saw and heard the commotion in the yard and knew it was quite loud. He had known for a while, and when he heard that it was a wounded soldier going to the hospital, he quickly shouted, "Yes, sir! Open the gate!" and ordered his soldiers to open the gate and let him through.
"Do you know, do you know!" The medical vehicle hummed a tune as it drove along.
After driving two blocks, Yan Shuo looked out the rear window and saw that the street was empty. He patted the rear window of the driver's side and yelled, "Stop the car! Baka! It's going to die!"
The driver, unaware of the situation, assumed the seriously wounded soldier inside the vehicle had died, and quickly stopped the car, his face filled with sorrow.
Yan Shuo and the dolls got out of the car and flanked from both sides. From the driver's side doors, "thud thud!" a few low gunshots rang out. There was no one alive in the driver's seat. He waved his hand, took away the car and the body, and then took away the dolls.
Yan Shuo turned into a quiet alley, changed into some casual clothes, went to another alley exit, and hailed a rickshaw. "20 Park Road!"
"Yes, sir!" the driver replied, pulling the rickshaw and running off.
Upon reaching Park Road, Yan Shuo got off the rickshaw, walked a short distance, then switched to another rickshaw and continued on. "No. 33, Binlang Road!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Ash, Ash!"
"Here I am!"
"Those pieces of furniture are a mess. Please help me sort them out, except for the money, documents, weapons, ammunition, and identification. Take away all the other furniture, decorations, and that ambulance."
"Okay! Documents, weapons, ammunition, and money have been sorted according to individual ownership. Other supplies have been recovered and valued at 800 million emotion points! There are 64 corpses; please dispose of them as soon as possible."
"Hmm, what's the rush? It's not fresh, it doesn't smell bad!" Yan Shuo muttered.
"It's taking up space! If you don't deal with it, we'll charge 1 yuan in rent per day for each corpse."
"Damn it!" Yan Shuo rolled his eyes, guessing that Xiao Zhi didn't like it, and quickly came out because there were too many corpses.
"Help me fix all the broken dolls."
"Okay! Repairing the doll will cost 46 emotion points!"
He ignored Ash's petty calculations; he was already used to Ash's stingy habits.
Standing at the entrance of the waste treatment plant, Yan Shuo saw that manager again, the one who always liked to embezzle small sums of money, Manager Wang. "Brother Wang, I'm here to ask for work again!"
As he spoke, Yan Shuo moved closer to Manager Wang and handed him a banknote.
Manager Wang saw Yan Shuo, an acquaintance, and smiled as he took the money, saying, "Why are you so late? How much can you possibly earn? You're giving me this money, and I can only work for two or three hours. What kind of pay am I going to make? The place behind me is already full!"
"Hey, Brother Wang, give me a break!" Yan Shuo handed over a cigarette and helped light it.
"Tell me, every time you come, you give me money and you even go near the incinerator. What are you trying to do? You must be up to something. What bad things are you doing?" Manager Wang may be greedy for money, but he's not stupid.
"Brother Wang, could you please do me a favor? Why this?" Yan Shuo handed over his Kuomintang military intelligence badge. "Go in and burn some sensitive corpses, you know what I mean! This is for the country, can you keep it a secret?"
"Ah!" Manager Wang saw the Kuomintang identification card, Yan Shuo's photo, and name. He immediately folded the card and stuffed it into Yan Shuo's hand, whispering, "Do you have that many? There are too many people and too many eyes here. How are you going to burn them? You've come here so many times looking for work, and it's always burning corpses? How come the workers haven't noticed? The workers here, only a few old guys on the night shift are regulars. The others come today and don't come tomorrow. It's impossible to keep it a secret! I'm willing to help you, consider it my way of fighting the Japanese, but you can't implicate my family."
"Then what do you suggest? I heard it's Brother Wang's birthday tomorrow. I don't have time to buy him a gift to celebrate, so I bought you one in advance. Please accept it, Brother Wang." Yan Shuo took out five small yellow croakers, secretly showing them a little bit so that Manager Wang could see them, and then stuffed them into his pocket.
"Hmm, hmph!" Manager Wang reached into his pocket, felt the small yellow croaker, then quickly pulled his hand out, pressed the pocket shut, and whispered in Yan Shuo's ear, "We have two more incinerators at our facility, currently shut down for maintenance. We'll try to ignite them tonight. You'll be in charge of those two, furnaces number 5 and 6. You're the only one working tonight, so do a good job, and I'll give you three silver dollars! You can leave at 8 PM!"
"Okay, thanks, Brother Wang!"
After successfully burning the accumulated corpses, Yan Shuo didn't even collect his wages and went straight home; he still had a lot of intelligence to process.
When Li Zhiyao got home, she found that he was already back and sleeping. Hearing Wang Xiaohong, who had gotten up early, open the door, Li Zhiyao quickly got dressed and went downstairs to see Yan Shuo and see how the mission was going.
"Did it go smoothly?" Wang Xiaohong asked.
"Success! We got a lot of documents. Let's analyze them and then send them to headquarters."
"Leave the documents here, go wash up quickly, what's that smell?" Li Zhiyao covered her nose, Yan Shuo smelled really strong.
When Yan Shuo finished washing up, Wang Xiaohong had already set out the meal. Li Zhiyao was still fiddling with documents. Yan Shuo sat down at the table and said, "Stop looking at them, eat first, we'll look at them together later."
"Hmm, so many high-ranking officials. Sigh, what's wrong with the Kuomintang?" Li Zhiyao said with a somewhat dejected tone as he looked at the documents. Many of the Kuomintang's high-ranking military and political officials had connections with Japanese special agents, and the more he looked, the more distressed he became.
"Let's eat! After we finish eating, we'll send the documents back and give those people at headquarters a piece of our minds! We don't care what they think we're doing," Yan Shuo said nonchalantly.
"Yes, that's right. Sister Yao, hurry up and eat! It'll get cold soon." Wang Xiaohong also quickly urged Li Zhiyao to eat.
Unlike Yan Shuo and Wang Xiaohong, who ate with relish, Li Zhiyao had no appetite at all. She ate a few bites of vegetables and drank half a bowl of porridge before putting down her chopsticks, feeling suffocated.
After finishing her meal, Li Zhiyao had to go to work. She was a salesperson and had to be on duty almost every day, except for weekends, but today was not. So, the remaining task of sending telegrams was handed over to Yan Shuo.