In the old Shanghai city, where the lights are unknown, the roads are uneven, the streets are narrow, and the houses are dilapidated, it is a famous slum.

Every morning, as soon as the sky was dawn, the doors on the street opened one after another, and people in groups of three or three rushed out, including men, women, old, and young, mostly fled or came from the countryside. With the arrangement of human traffickers, they either stood or sat, and some people who did not eat or boarded here also came to report one after another.

In a short while, the steps on both sides of the street were almost crowded. Those who were new to the street were afraid of sincerity and were restless. The old and weak didn't say a word, sat on the bench, with their turbid eyes looking at the gray sky. What was most unbearable was the crying sounds, which were the last farewell of relatives, because today the owner who paid the deposit money came to collect people.

At around 8 o'clock in the morning, with the first buyer coming, the employer's conversation came to an abrupt end, and stood on both sides, saluting everyone attentively. The man raised his chest, the old man cheered up, the nurse untied his chest, and slightly exposed his breasts. The crying relatives also temporarily suppressed their sad voices, and the transaction in the market began.

At around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Wu Ming wore a long gown, a pair of sunglasses, and a folding fan in his hand. Accompanied by Han Han, Wu Ming came to the people's market.

"Or why we'll come back tomorrow." Han Han advised again: "When is it now? All the good goods have been picked up."

"You are so annoying!" Wu Ming opened the folding fan with a squeak, and slapped it twice, "I want to come at this time to avoid you from falling in love with the beautiful little girl."

"Okay, I didn't say it." Han Han shook his head helplessly, "The main reason is that I feel bad when I come here. If I can't choose the one I want, wouldn't I have to go back and forth!"

"Laboring exercise." Wu Ming taught a lesson: "I don't want to partner with you without strong psychological qualities. My heart must be hard, and I must be hard. I must be hard. The Mount Tai collapsed before her and her expression remained unchanged. You are still young!"

"Okay, okay, then let me open my eyes and see your hard psychological quality." Han Han was angry and simply followed Wu Ming and said nothing...

"Let's go around first. Then illuminate the paper for recruitment and it's over." Wu Ming said proudly.

"Okay, what do you say, what do I do?" Han Han answered honestly.

"I think it's better to hire, well, it's better to buy locals in Shanghai." Wu Ming nodded seriously. "Acquaintance with the road is at least like sending a message or something, which can help me."

"Okay, you're very reasonable." Han Han said perfunctorily.

The summer sun shines on his head, making people feel lazy and drowsy. The peak hours of the city are in the morning, and now these people are a little listless. The two of them are walking on the narrow streets, Wu Ming’s expressionless face, Han Han suppresses his unbearableness, and his eyes sweep around the people on both sides.

"Why are you stingy?" An impatient shout came from a distance. "It's better to let the girl enjoy her happiness than to starve to death with two people, right? You have to be together. You don't even look at your own appearance, you're going to scare someone to death."

Wu Ming and Han Han glanced at each other and walked over there.

A woman with blood-red rouge and powder was standing there, and a big man with a broken chest stood beside her. A human trafficker was teaching a lesson to the mother and daughter in front of her, and she occasionally showed a Sichuan accent.

"You are so unlucky, cut my eyebrows, and I don't care about you anymore." The human trafficker continued to threaten: "Give me back all the money for meals and stays, you guys get out!"

An eleven-year-old girl hid in her mother's arms in a cowardly manner. Although she was a little pale and thin, her face still showed a hint of elegance. If she was raised, she would be considered handsome. When her mother looked up, Wu Ming and Han Han couldn't help frowning. Half of the face of this young woman was like a normal person, but half of her face seemed to have been burned by fire, covered with scars, and her eyes were deformed, which looked particularly terrifying. The clothes on her body had patches, and although they were a little faded, they were washed clean.

After hearing a few words, Wu Ming and Han Han learned about the incident. The man who was dressed up was a madam who took a fancy to the little girl, but the little girl's mother insisted that the two of them would go together. She could do both cooking and doing odd jobs. Because of her scary appearance, the buyer insisted on asking for one, and even raised the price, but she disagreed. So she annoyed the human traffickers and was being scolded.

Wu Ming thought for a moment, raised his hand and wanted to speak. Han Han quickly grabbed him and said softly in his ear: "This is not enough. It is a shame to argue here to lose face. It is a way to destroy others' positions. If you want to save that little girl, you are not afraid of that ugly woman. You can only discuss with the madam in private or wait for her not to buy it, so let's go up again."

"That's it!" Wu Ming nodded, "Then I had to discuss it. Fortunately, I always had Mr. Du's place name in my arms, hoping that his reputation as the black boss in Shanghai is worth enough."

"Enough, it must be enough." Han Han nodded repeatedly, "Then I'll go over and call the madam over."

The madam twisted her body and walked over with the burly man. The man made a few gestures. Wu Ming smiled faintly and returned a few gestures. The madam nodded and whispered a few words to the madam.

"Since it's Mr. Du's person, I have to bear the pain of giving up. That little girl is really good." The madam nodded with a charming smile, and the pink on her face fell down, "I am the big sister from Xiaodongmen, and I'm happy to make friends with Mr. Zhang."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say." Wu Ming bowed, "I'm really embarrassed to steal the big sister's business. I'll treat you to you someday and I'll make a compensation."

"Mr. Zhang is such a funny person." The madam smiled and shook Wu Ming with a handkerchief. Wu Ming's skin was covered with goose bumps. "There is no need to eat. Remember to come to Xiaodongmen to have fun more!" As he said that, he passed by Wu Ming and left. A gust of fragrant wind made Wu Ming grin, and he quickly shook the fan a few times, while Han Han smiled secretly from the side.

"You said you could cook just now?" Han Han walked over and asked at the woman with a gesture of Wu Ming's eyes.

"My mother, my mother's cooking is delicious." The little girl replied timidly. Her soft Wu dialect sounded very nice.

When the trafficker saw the buyer coming again, he immediately cheered up and began to introduce, "She has a problem with her throat. She speaks like a broken saw and saw wood. It's very harsh. However, you can see how strong she is, and she is also very delicious in cooking. That little girl looks like a Zhouzheng, and she has been with her for two years. Hehe, it's very good." The guy said, while smiling at Wu Ming with a lewd smile, "Mr.'s eyes are good, really good."

Wu Ming waved the fan impatiently and said, "Okay, it's them. Xiao Han, the rest is your business, hurry up and do it!"

The western part of Shanghai is the road that is forced to build a road outside the original public concession, namely the British and American imperialism, with its warships and cannons, was built by a road that was forcibly built outside the original public concession, that is, the British and American imperialism, called it a road that crossed the boundary and built road. On both sides of this road that crossed the boundary, the houses, shops, and residences still belong to the Chinese border, but this road, Britain and American imperialism all regarded it as a concession area and exercised police power on the road. The No. 76, the Secret Cave of Wang Puppet, is on this road. Wang Puppet, is on this road.

No. 76. The full name should be "Secretary Agents Headquarters of the Secretariat Committee of the Central Executive Committee of the Kuomintang". Since the road outside the door was built across the border, no one could be sent to guard. Wang Puppet stood in the hall of No. 76, with a row of bows and strings, unsheathed the knife, and live ammunition, and came to serve as a warning. Under the edge of the west end wall of Hua Village, the west of No. 76, he built a wooden house, sent a few small spies, and opened a white iron shop as a cover; he was installed at the entrance of Dongshoukangjiaqiaokou at No. 76.

A grocery store was also opened near Lefang as an "Winning Whistle". In addition, starting from Xinkangli in Caojiadu, from Jisifeier Road to the east of Difeng Road, there are also various scattered vendors in various places, as "Winning Whistle" and "Winning Whistle". People often contact and convey the situation to make up for the lack of warning, so vendors near No. 76 are all spies who cannot be offended. No. 76 has become a "special"

After the Industrial Headquarters, the house and people were dressed up with paint and powder. The original two-door in the foreign style was changed to a archway with red pillars and flying eaves. On the banner above, four large blue and white characters with "The World is the Public" were engraved, pretending to be "peaceful and democratic" scenes. However, on both sides of the archway, two machine guns were built, and two machine guns were directly towards the gate. This is considered the second line of defense of No. 76. Excerpted from "No. 76: Oral History of Wang Puppet Agents"

"Bastard, a bunch of incompetent waste." Ding Mo, director of the agent headquarters, slapped the table and was furious. Below were a group of spies and bodyguards following Wu Shibao. "Wu Shibao was obviously killed by bullets. Are you deaf? He didn't notice it in broad daylight. What's the use of raising you bastards?"

Deputy Director Li Shiqun fiddled with the teacup lid expressionlessly and looked at all this coldly. At that time, he knew that his three words were not very appealing; secondly, he was afraid that he would show his head and become the target of public criticism, so he dragged Ding Mo to be his shield. Anyway, as long as it was profitable and he didn't have to show up on his own, he was willing to let Ding Mo be the front desk manager, and he was willing to be behind the scenes and be the backstage boss. Unexpectedly, Ding Mo became the manager of this black store and had political capital, so he actually hooked up with Wang Jingwei.

Li Shiqun said that he deeply regretted the mistake of making a chess piece. In the past, he thought that as long as he wanted profit, he didn't have to make a name for himself, but he didn't expect that he could still be an official now, and he could make more money by becoming an official. However, Ding Mo was already working as a manager, and his power had already fallen, and he could not immediately repent and go back on his word. So while pleasing Wang Jingwei, he introduced himself to Ding Mo as a "spokes". He was the boss, and Ding was just a hand he used. At the same time, he also cultivated his strength to attack the other party and gradually transferred real power to his own side.

"A great shame and humiliation, the captain in charge of the guards was easily done. If it was spread, No. 76 would not make people laugh." Ding Mo continued to exclaim.

After a while, Ding Mo was a little tired of scolding, sat down, took a sip of water, slowed down, and said to Li Shiqun: "Shiqun, what do you think about this?"

Li Shiqun shook his head gently and replied helplessly: "There is no clue at all, it's very difficult to deal with. According to investigation, the two phones were called from the same public phone. Apart from this, they were just the silent bullets, and there were too few clues."

Ding Mo also knew that Li Shiqun's relationship with him was very tense now, and expecting him to give him advice is like the sun coming out from the west. However, due to his strength and his business is not as strong as Li Shiqun, he really can't be tough. So, he smiled faintly and stopped asking.

At this time, a small spy came in to report that She Aizhen was still crying in the reception room of No. 76, and insisted on letting No. 76 go out to catch the murderer and avenge Wu Shibao.

After saying this, Ding Mo rushed up again with anger and jumped up and cursed: "This stinky woman has the face to cry. If she hadn't been hit by someone's plan to lead the tiger out of the mountain, Wu Shibao wouldn't have been in a hurry. Running out without strict protection will be the trouble she caused. Let her get back to me and stay at home honestly."

Li Shiqun stood up and stopped the little spy who was about to run out, "Director, please let me persuade She Aizhen. The dead are the most important thing, so she can't talk nonsense at this time."

Ding Mo was stunned for a moment and thought to himself, yes, at this time, we must win people's hearts even more, so that the people below will not be sad about the death of the rabbit and the fox. How can you do this good thing? "Shiqun." Ding Mo smiled kindly, "You are right. I am the director, so let me go. You must let the dead be glorious and the living be at ease. I was also angry just now and I couldn't be correct."

"Since the director cares so much about my brothers, I'll stay here and think about the clues of the case." Li Shiqun didn't argue with him, turned around and sat down again.

Seeing Ding Mo leave, Li Shiqun sneered, waved his hand, and said to the little spies below: "This matter is not allowed to be rumored for the time being, you all go down!"

All the spies ran away in shame as if they were amnesty.

Li Shiqun picked up the phone and called his confidant directly. The captain of the First Operation Team Lin Zhijiang ordered in a deep voice: "Contact with Peking and transfer the information about the assassination of the Japanese envoy. Do you understand?" After receiving the affirmative reply, he put down the phone with satisfaction. Two cases are so similar, the shell gun and bullets are clean and profitable, and he fell into deep thought.
Chapter completed!