"What did you say? Pufferfish? Is that thing really that poisonous?"
The few people who followed the boss were all from the north. Due to their living habits, they had never heard of this thing and wondered how poisonous a fish could be.
"Is that the pufferfish Su Shi mentioned?"
An older brother asked tentatively, have the poems you read in books been used to kill people in real life?
"It's puffer fish season right now. I specifically told Han Ming to buy some yesterday when he was shopping. You guys clean it up tonight, and I'll mix the fish liver and blood and pour it into this thing."
"I was trying to get close to the Japanese down there just now, hoping to get close enough to stab him. Whether he survives depends on his luck, but it has nothing to do with us anyway. You all saw that I had nothing in my hands, and Watanabe was fine too."
After saying that, he twisted the ring in his hand, revealing a small needle with a sharp point. There were still traces of Watanabe's blood on it, which looked quite disgusting.
Because there were residual toxins in it, she didn't dare show it to the boss, and the remaining few people dispersed out of curiosity.
Who among underground workers like them doesn’t have some means to protect their lives?
The other kids’ equipment is nothing new, at most they are good at using pufferfish poison, and they can refer to it in the future.
The boat slowly sailed away from the dock, and a group of people dressed in Japanese devils' uniforms were leaning against each other on the boat, feeling so comfortable.
The anxious hearts of several people could finally settle down, and then they ate and drank to their heart's content on the boat, and went to the deck to enjoy the sunrise and sunset when they had nothing to do.
Such behavior makes it even more certain in the eyes of those who are interested that these people are definitely Japanese devils!
Don’t you see that they are looking towards the east day by day?
Where is that over there?
It is their hometown, and looking across the sea they must be missing everything about their hometown.
So without knowing it, Jiang Cha and his group finally gave the all-clear and were confirmed to be a completely trustworthy little day.
Hiding on the boat, secretly checking for any escaped fish, they boarded the boat and fled to Mingzhu. Everyone knew that the leader of the Hong Party had not been found yet, and they were determined not to let any suspect go.
What is the suspect doing at this moment?
"Xiao Jiang, I think the food on the ship is a bit greasy. I prefer the food cooked by your Han Ming. Western food is fine for one or two meals, but it's hard to digest over a long period of time."
Sitting on the sofa in the cabin, the boss seriously complained to her about the restaurant on the ship. Unfortunately, most people now worship foreign things, and Western food is particularly popular.
"Let's just say the good beef was cooked half-cooked and was ruined by them! I had a meal of it in my hometown many years ago, and that guy!
After the noodles are out of the pot, they are served in a bowl, topped with the beef bone broth, a few slices of pre-braised meat, and finally sprinkled with a handful of green garlic leaves and a little red chili oil. Oh, after all these years, I still think it’s delicious!
The eldest brother swallowed his saliva as he spoke. It seemed that he couldn't forget the bowl of beef noodles.
"Who in our hometown would be willing to eat beef? Only the foreigners like it. In the village, anyone who owns a cow is considered rich in the surrounding area.
It's not like in big cities where cows are eaten, but this chef's cooking is so half-baked that even the cows would die with regrets."
Not to mention that several people have relaxed a lot since they got on the ship, especially when they accidentally discovered that the Japanese lurking on the ship had already regarded them as their own people.
I often greeted them when I came in and out, and I managed to fool them with just a few words of Japanese.
I relaxed more, and my body recovered faster when I was in a good mood. My complexion has obviously improved in the past two days, and I am not as pale as before.
We arrived at Mingzhu safely, and when leaving the dock, we said hello to the Japanese soldiers who had a mission.
He hailed a few rickshaws and went to the agreed-upon accommodation, which was specially arranged for the boss to recuperate.
Along the way, several people looked around, not only curious about the surrounding scenery, but also paying attention to the streets and places that were convenient for hiding.
After all, he is a professional. Jiang Cha was so sleepy that he almost drooled the whole way.
Little did I know that he had already found several places to take shelter temporarily near his residence, and he even remembered all the surrounding streets clearly after leaving his residence.
She even observed the best ambush spots and the best sniper positions, which she learned about on the way back.
The residence arranged for the boss is a very ordinary tenement building in Mingzhu, four stories high with shops below and residents above.
The advantage of a mixed crowd is that the big guys are not obvious among them, and those who come from the mainland with some wealth will give priority to coming here.
Then slowly look for a suitable house, or buy a house and become a landlady of a tenement building.
The shops under the tenement building sell everything, including sweet soup, clothing, pawnshops and hair salons.
There are small vendors selling vegetables and fruits on the street, as well as carts selling curry fish balls. In short, there are people everywhere you look.
Living here, you will never be bored. You can hear the gossip of the neighbors by the window every day.
Before Jiang Cha could open his mouth to tease them, he immediately asked the drivers to turn around in stiff Mandarin.
"It stinks, it stinks! Who told you there are delicious dumplings here? Baka! Go back and wait for father to teach you a lesson! You clearly came here to find the flower girl, and I saw that flower girl who was wearing very little!
Go back and let people die, die, you guys, hey! Driver, don’t you have the strength? Take it away quickly, I really can’t stand this rubbish environment. Huaguo people hum! "
The people in the other cars said nothing, but just quietly put their hands on the sides of their sleeves.
Because they were still wearing the clothes of the Japanese ronin, the sleeves were quite big and just right for hiding weapons.
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