Something happened. This is not going to be bloody.

Chapter 407: Miss Wu - Saving and killing people

Zhang Shouhe was just one of the supply points on the material transportation line behind enemy lines. Supply points like theirs were called resident birds. However, as the spy struggle became increasingly fierce, their transportation line was discovered by the spies, and bloody death hung over their heads.

Zhang Shouhe was told by his superior to keep silent, but on the way back from their last meeting, Zhang Shouhe found himself being followed. His first reaction was that he could not go home and implicate his wife, and then he wanted to kill the two men.

It was already dark in the dark and deserted alley. Zhang Shouhe held the scalpel tightly in his hand, waiting for the two men to arrive.

The two men were extremely experienced agents. They did not rush into the alley rashly. Instead, they took out their pistols, loaded them with bullets, and walked back to back in the middle of the road to prevent hidden injuries.

Zhang Shouhe's sneak attack was dodged by one of them, and the blade of the knife slashed towards the ground along the opponent's arm. He attacked with all his strength but missed, and his body had not yet regained its balance. At this moment, he was completely at a disadvantage.

The scalpel was so sharp that it seemed to be shining with a cold light, but the two men's guns were already pointed at Zhang Shouhe's head.

"Don't move. Put the knife down if you don't want to die."

When the two sides were in a stalemate, a figure appeared at the entrance of the alley, and she calmly turned on the silencer.

After the dull sound of gunfire, the two agents fell to the ground, with blood slowly flowing out of their bodies in streams.

Zhang Shouhe's hands turned white and trembled from exerting too much force. He nervously turned his head to look and saw a man in a long gown and a top hat walking towards him quickly.

The man took off his hat, and Zhang Shouhe's eyes narrowed with shock on his face.

Zhou Leng quickly unloaded the pistols and bullets from the two agents' pockets. She looked at the stunned man and said, "Come with me."

Zhou Leng was wearing leather shoes that were one size larger, wantonly destroying the traces around him.

Half an hour later, a man and a woman walked out of the Xianlins Ballroom. They crossed the streets and alleys and arrived at the back door of the magazine. Everyone in the magazine had already gone off work, so the two went directly to the editor-in-chief's office.

Zhou Leng changed out of her dress and put on a comfortable, simple, loose cheongsam.

Zhang Shouhe finally asked the question in his mind at this moment: "Why are you there?"

Zhou Leng did not answer. She frowned and looked at Zhang Shouhe and said, "What did you do? Or what is your identity?"

Zhang Shouhe looked at the note his wife took out. There was only one sentence written on it: Rescue Zhang Shouhe quickly, his life is in danger.

It was ordinary paper and the handwriting was printed in pen. Zhang Shouhe could not make out any clues.

"How do you know where I am?"

"I saw the note on the table. I wasn't sure whether it was real or not, but I was worried about your safety, so I went to the road you usually took after get off work. I saw two people following you stealthily, so I followed them and saved you."

"Your pistol?"

"My third aunt left it to me."

Zhou Leng raised her eyebrows and looked at the man. She had long felt that he was hiding something from her. She said calmly, "I gave you the answer you wanted, but what about the answer I wanted?"

Zhang Shouhe lowered his head, not daring to look back at those eyes as moving as autumn water and the doubtful questions in them.

Zhou Leng did not bother to argue. He only referred to the various democratic parties as the patriotic forces. "I am willing to save you. If you are not willing to answer, forget it. I know you have your own difficulties."

Zhang Shouhe felt as if something was stuck in his throat, so uncomfortable and dry that he could hardly make a sound, and tears moistened his eyes.

"I worked with many people to collect supplies and send them to the front line, but our transportation line was cut off. Some people were exposed, some surrendered to the enemy, and I was followed. I think we may have to leave Taipei. Our home may also be monitored, and it may not be safe here. I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

Zhang Shouhe became more and more nervous as he spoke, as if someone would rush in and catch the two of them in the next second. He was not afraid of death or exposure, he was just afraid of getting his wife into trouble, so he was in a state of panic.

"Were you followed suddenly today, or have you been followed for a long time?"

"I do not know."

"Wait for me here. Don't go out until I come back. It's safe here for now. I don't see anyone monitoring the magazine office."

"Xiao Min! Don't take any risks. Pack up and leave now. This has nothing to do with you. Don't take any risks."

Zhang Shouhe looked unusually excited.

"If you listen to me, we can both live. If you lose your composure and try to sacrifice yourself, we will both die."

Zhang Shouhe looked at his wife, a strange feeling but a familiar face, a strange aura but a familiar tone. He suppressed his anxiety and tried to calm down and said, "I believe you, I'll wait for you."

Zhou Leng turned and left. She called a rickshaw, told the address, and closed her eyes to rest.

Zhou Leng arrived at the entrance of an alley, paid and got off the car.

The main meaning of the term "slum" is "miscellaneous". Now it is already dark and every household has lit a kerosene lamp.

The sounds of men and women quarreling, children crying, and the suppressed coughs of the elderly, all these sounds gathered together and entered Zhou Leng's ears.

"Who are you looking for, young lady?"

After the door that seemed to be useless was opened, someone asked.

"I'm looking for Zhao Xinhua."

When the man saw Zhou Leng holding the snack wrapped in oil paper, he asked kindly, "Who are you?"

"I'll talk to her about work."

"Oh, her house is in the east wing."

Zhou Leng thought that the entire east wing belonged to Zhao Xinhua's family, but it turned out that a wooden board was nailed in the middle of the wing, and the wing was divided into two families.

"Editor-in-Chief Wu, why did you come to my house to see me? Is there something going on with the magazine?"

The unpleasant smell of sweat and dampness lingered at the tip of her nose. Zhou Leng also showed the disgust of a young lady. She frowned and whispered, "Let's go out and talk."

The old couple and two younger brothers of the Zhao family looked at Zhao Xinhua worriedly. The loss of any labor force would be a huge blow to this family.

Zhou Leng explained to them: "Something urgent happened in the community, so I went to ask Xinhua. I saw someone selling long crisps at the entrance of the alley, so I bought a pack. I don't know how it tastes."

Zhao Xinhua hurriedly refused. To Miss Wu, this snack was nothing. In their family, the food bought with this money could last for several days.

"Take it. I have something urgent to do. Let's go out and talk."

After Zhou Leng finished speaking, she turned and left, and Zhao Xinhua followed her with a changing look in his eyes.

The pastries were placed on a wooden shelf. The two younger brothers couldn't wait to open them but were scolded by the adults again.

In the deserted corner, the noisy sounds became blurred.

"Editor-in-Chief Wu, what happened at the magazine?"

It was still that friendly face, but something seemed different.

“Do we need to leave North City?”

Zhao Xinhua lost her composure, her expression changing as she lowered her head to think. After a while, she said, "Why did you think of asking me?"

"It's my intuition. Not many people know that I've practiced Kung Fu."

Zhao Xinhua was silent again. After a while, she said, "Your husband is very good and very important. If I don't go to work in three days, someone will find your husband."

"Can I trust you?"

"Nesting areas have been destroyed, migratory birds are drifting, and resident birds are on the move. Dr. Zhang will understand."

"Your family?"

"They don't know anything. It's not easy for people who don't have enough food or clothes to think. Editor-in-Chief Wu, it's completely dark now. Go home quickly and have a safe journey."

Zhou Leng smiled, waved goodbye, then turned and left.