Spy Wars: I can get rewards by being a bully!

Chapter 617: Storm at the Dock (Part )

into the night.

The big wine vats near the dock are doing a brisk business.

The so-called big wine jars are the wine shops opened by people from the western province. There are more than a dozen big jars arranged in a staggered manner in the shop, covered with a board, which becomes a table for drinking and eating.

The main customers of this place are workers carrying large bags at the dock, so the quality of the wine is not high. They mainly drink sweet potato liquor that costs a few cents a bowl. Few people drink sorghum liquor. As for the more expensive Fenjiu, only during festivals will the workers buy two taels of it to try.

From time to time, a man working the night shift would lift up the cotton door curtain and come in. He would first lean against the stove to warm himself for a while, then go to the counter and take out a few big coins, or shout to settle the bill.

Then the waiter brought out a bowl of wine with a dish of salt next to it.

The man pinched some salt and put it in his mouth, took a big gulp of the wine, then closed his mouth tightly, and only let out a sigh after a long time.

After three or four sips, the whole bowl of wine was gone. When the effect of alcohol began to take effect, my body, which was aching from overwork, felt much more relaxed. I went out with my hands in my sleeves and continued to devote myself to my heavy work.

Those who can sit leisurely in the shop and drink are those who have no families. After work, they don’t have to buy food to take home to feed their wives and children, so they can enjoy a rare moment of intoxication here.

Today, the business at Dajiugang is surprisingly good. More than ten tables are full, and some even have two or three people sitting at them.

Li Xiangming was among them, but his face was disguised and the lighting was dim, so ordinary people could not recognize that he was Master Li from Zhou's Dyeing Factory.

He ordered a bowl of kaoliang liquor, but did not drink it. He just picked up two peanuts from time to time and chewed them slowly.

There were not many people chatting in the shop and the atmosphere was a bit solemn.

The guy at the counter was not surprised at all. He just kept wiping the cups and plates, very calm.

After a while, Li Xiangming called out to the waiter, "Serve these tables a portion of braised large intestines, pick the ones with the most oil!"

The boy put down the plate in his hand and went to the back to cut the large intestine.

Needless to say, most of the people sitting in this room are from the Special Operations Department.

Li Xiangming knew clearly that on weekdays, there was little funding, and it was really needed for activities outside, so he could have a few meat meals. However, the young men who were in charge of the operations usually had to eat worse.

Of course, this is relatively worse. We all come from poor backgrounds, and it is common for us to have to eat coarse food, and it is not uncommon to feel hungry.

Everyone feels that the money allocated by the government so that they can eat white flour every day is enough to make them feel guilty about waste!

A younger man came over to persuade Li Xiangming, "Captain Li, the large intestine costs a lot of money. We've already eaten it tonight, why waste it?"

Li Xiangming raised his head and smiled, "Okay, this time the funding is high, it's too cold at night, and I can't stand it without oil or water in my stomach. I'll tell you here, eating water is not like eating a big meal, it's not a waste, just eat it with peace of mind."

The operation was a life-threatening one, and some of his brothers were only 16 or 17 years old. Li Xiangming would feel uneasy if he didn't have a good meal before setting off.

I don't know, how is Mr. Zhou doing?

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"Xue Jin, great! When I see the spirit and vigor of your Anti-Traitor Group, I feel that we have hope of saving our country. It is because of young people like you that we can keep fighting the devils!"

In a warehouse not far from Zizhulin Wharf, Chen Xianzhou praised Zhou Xuejin highly.

This time, Zhou Xuejin brought with him more than a dozen skilled operatives from the Anti-Traitor Corps.

Although most of them are students, they are skilled, courageous, knowledgeable, and are not much worse than the professional spies trained by the Military Control Commission.

Moreover, these dozen students were all trained by Zeng Che. They would certainly not back down if they had the chance to kill the Japanese and avenge Captain Zeng.

Zhou Xuejin looked outside and said, "Stationmaster Chen, why... don't I see any of the brothers in the station?"

Chen Xianzhou was not panicked at all. He smiled and said, "Okay, Xuejin. If I didn't know that you had been in school before, I would have thought that you had participated in the training class held by the headquarters. You are very observant! Today, you will act separately from the brothers in the action team of the station. Remember, before twelve o'clock, as soon as the gunshots are heard, you will lead people to rush over there, and the people in the action team will also rush over there. You will support each other."

At this point, Chen Xianzhou said seriously: "Also, if there is no gunfire until twelve o'clock, it means that the special forces have not arrived, and the Japanese will certainly relax their defenses. At that time, you should hurry up and lead your men over to destroy the batch of supplies!"

This plan sounded reasonable. Zhou Xuejin nodded and said nothing more.

He lit a cigarette, looked at the thick darkness outside, and smoked silently.

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Big wine jar.

Li Xiangming had almost finished eating all the peanuts on his plate. He ate the last few.

He took out a dollar and put it on the table, then said to the waiter, "Hey, check out. Leave the extra money here. I'll come back for a drink another day."

Then he called out to his brothers, “Let’s go!”

The young man hurriedly put the money away, thinking to himself, who is this guy, getting into a fight in the middle of the night?

I wanted to join in the fun, but I had to look at the shop, so I could only shout, "Sir, come back next time!"

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. The workers at the dock will not stay after work at night and will rush home.

There were hardly any people on the road. Li Xiangming, with about twenty brothers, followed the route they had observed long ago and sneaked into the Zizhulin Wharf, gradually approaching Warehouse No. 29.

Outside the warehouse is a large yard with an iron gate at the south end.

When it was built, it was taken into consideration that trucks would be able to turn around inside, so the yard is quite large. Now there is no goods piled in the yard, so it is very empty. If you want to reach the warehouse, you must quickly pass through the yard.

From a distance, I saw four men standing guard outside the gate. They were not wearing military uniforms, but judging from their body shape and height, they should be Japanese soldiers.

Li Xiangming had sharp eyes and saw at a glance that although the four men looked around vigilantly, the iron gate was not locked!

Whether they wanted to facilitate entry and exit or they planned to transport the supplies away tonight, this was simply a godsend opportunity for them to act!

Li Xiangming winked and waved his hands twice. Two brothers supported him. Li Xiangming walked in slowly, like a drunk.

When they got closer, the Japanese indeed discovered them.

"Baga! Get out of here now!"

A brother who was supporting Li Xiangming kept bowing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen, my brother drank too much, and we are not familiar with this place, so we got confused after going around in circles!..."

One of the Japanese soldiers pulled out his gun and shouted, "Baga! Let's go!"

At this moment, Li Xiangming stumbled and fell to the ground, groaning continuously.

The Japanese finally got anxious and came forward to kick him.