Wu Ming drove the car and skillfully turned around a few rounds in the alley that had been explored in advance, got on the avenue, and entered the public concession.

Hong Yue let out a breath of air, and actually laughed, saying to Wu Ming: "Do you really like to play with fire? I remember that time in the woods, you burned the Japanese devil in a mess."

"Fire can purify the soul of sin." Wu Ming nodded seriously, "I think it is most suitable for this group of animal husbandry. Unfortunately, there seems to be a little more explosives. The Japanese in the car probably would be so dizzy that they would not wake up even if they were not killed. It is really a pity that they could not taste the extreme pleasure of burning the fire.

Hong Yue grinned and said, "It's so ugly. But I didn't expect that killing someone is not difficult, and insurance cars are not easy to use."

"Brother said it well. As long as you are careful and just wandering outside, you will definitely have a chance. Unless you hide someone in the safe, it will be considered safe." Han Han said without raising his head.

"Haha, do the US President know?" Wu Ming smiled softly, "That's a big man, the protection is tight enough. How many of you have been assassinated."

Hong Yue counted with her fingers, "Are you three, Lincoln, Garfield, McKinley."

Han Han put the detonator and wires into the box, looked up and said, "The Japanese are going to suffer a loss now. There is a cross-border road construction area that they forcibly received from the concession. The Japanese military police are responsible for the public security. Wu Ming nodded, "You two get off the car in front and hide the things. Xiao Han, you can send Hong Yue home. I throw the car and go back!"

The killing of the Japanese military police captain Sugihara greatly shocked Shanghai. People naturally linked this matter with Ren Daidai's death, believing that this was the bloody revenge of Ren Daidai for revenge. Many newspapers published this matter and conducted self-reasonable and well-founded analysis and judgment. They believed that this "Anti-Japanese Iron Blood Group" was ruthless. It was a newly emerging terrorist organization with great potential. It would pose a great threat to the Japanese.

The Japanese Dimei Agency and Wang Puppet No. 76 were shocked. They used explosives and mobilizers so skillfully, and killed Sugihara and others in the insurance car so neatly, and burned them into terrible beggar chickens. They all mean that the murderer is an extremely well-trained master. However, according to the information they have, they really know very little about the sudden emergence of the powerful opponent of the "Anti-Japanese Iron Blood Group".

Therefore, the Japanese and puppet agents organized strengthened their work, hoping to capture clues about the "Anti-Japanese Iron Blood Group"; while launching public opinion offensives in newspapers, hoping that more traitors with weak wills would serve them.

"………There is no hope for the war between China and Japan today. The British government's withdrawal of troops from China shows that they have recognized the real situation of China, and the US Navy in Shanghai is even more powerless to take action or do things that are beneficial to the Chinese people. Let's cooperate with us! Build China's peace together and end the bloody war. Guys who are still holding a mantis arm to block the chariot and overestimate their ability to hostile actions, we urge you to report to No. 76, Jisifeier Road within a week, and you will be warmly welcomed. If you are still obsessed, what will be waiting for you will be bayonets and bullets..."

Wu Ming shook his head and threw the newspaper to Han Han lightly.

"I'm so harsh and weak on the inside, and I'm so weak." Han Han grinned and slapped the newspaper on the table. "Is it ridiculous that I'm just crying to scare people on the 76th?"

"Isn't it just a cry?" Wu Ming said with a smile: "For places like "Shen Bao", can they throw a grenade?"

"Dongshi Xiaopin." Han Han curled his lips disdainfully, "Are we going to do another action? Is it a shock to these Japanese lackeys?"

Wu Ming nodded in agreement, "I originally wanted to have another explosion in another place. Now, since the 76th challenged, let's blow them up!"

"How to explode?" Han Han immediately became energetic, "I can't rely on it, there are so many dog ​​legs on the outside."

"That's how I think." Wu Ming touched his chin and walked slowly inside the house. "This bomb was brought in by the person at No. 76 himself, provided that he had to find a guy who was timid enough to be easily scared..."

"Is this okay?" Han Han rolled his eyes and looked at the ceiling, thinking for a while, "It seems to sound feasible, but it's a bit difficult."

"I'm just an idea, can we discuss it carefully? Besides, I need to improve the timed explosion device. It's better to improve it to corrosive than using the alarm clock. There is also the explosion vest, which needs to be changed." Wu Ming sat down, rubbed his temples gently, and started thinking.

Zhang Beisheng, a native of Nantong, was the county magistrate of the Kuomintang before the War of Resistance Against Japan, and was a fellow villager with Wu Shibao, the guard captain of No. 76. After the War of Resistance Against Japan, he lost his official position in his hometown and was unable to make a name for himself for a period of time, so he came to Shanghai at the end of 1939.

I don’t know where he got a news, so he went to Wu Shibao and reported to No. 76 that Ma Yuanfang, chairman of the Kuomintang Jiangsu Provincial Party Committee, and the whereabouts of the herdsman and Shi Shunyuan, were secretly involved in No. 76. He was hired by Li Shiqun as an advisor to the No. 76 agent headquarters. Li Shiqun pretended to be a protective person and asked him to move to Hua. In fact, he did not dare to believe in someone like him who is accustomed to betraying people, so it was equivalent to house arrest.

Zhang Beisheng originally wanted to make a great contribution and become successful, but unexpectedly he received such treatment. He was ignored by a consultant and was very depressed. He often left the two absent-minded people watching and ran to the tavern next to him to drink alone.

That night, he was drunk again and walked staggeringly on the way back, cursing and talking nonstop.

Wu Ming sat on the tricycle and gently stepped off the car board. Han Han pedaled up knowingly and followed this unlucky guy.

Zhang Beisheng tripped by the stone on the ground and almost fell down. He shook his dizzy head. He looked up and saw an extremely huge neon electric tube advertisement on the roof of a villa in the distance. The red light and green flames that shot out stimulated his eyes. Damn, I will have a villa and a car sooner or later. You, Li Shiqun, don’t believe me. Next time I look for Ding Mo, I won’t believe that there will be no future.

A tricycle stopped beside Zhang Beisheng, and Wu Ming jumped out of the car, without saying a word, punched him hard in the stomach.

"Woo", Zhang Beisheng groaned, covered his stomach and bent down. The pain was so severe that the food and wine that he had just eaten were sprayed out of his mouth.

Wu Ming frowned and kicked him hard. Zhang Beisheng lay on the ground and gasped in pain. His facial features were squeezed together. His hands were shaking, his face was covered in dirt, and he had been knocked unconscious.

Wu Ming grabbed his hair and dragged him into the dark alley next to him. Han Han rode his bike and followed him slowly.

Wu Ming stepped on Zhang Beisheng's face with his feet, crushed him hard, and said coldly: "I want to die or live."

Zhang Beisheng endured the torn pain from his internal organs and shouted "whimper". "Battleman." Wu Ming scolded and kicked Zhang Beisheng's mouth, blood and teeth flowed out along his mouth.

"Give me your life! Uncle!" Zhang Beisheng had already woken up for half of his wine and had difficulty getting up and kowtowing. Wu Ming was very cautious in his actions, which made him so painful that he could not speak, but his head was still very clear.

"Send this letter to No. 76. This is a letter of war under our Anti-Japanese Iron Blood Group." Wu Ming took out a letter and handed it to Zhang Beisheng.

"It must be delivered." Zhang Beisheng's face was covered in blood and he promised in confusion.

Wu Ming kicked him to the ground again and cursed: "It's so stinking, take off your clothes and put on this."

"I wear it, I wear it." Zhang Beisheng got up, took off his dirty clothes, and put on the stuff that Wu Ming handed it to him like a vest.

Wu Ming locked the lock on his vest with two clicks, staring at Zhang Beisheng with gloomy eyes, reached out to take out a pill from his pocket, and ordered: "Take it."

Zhang Beisheng hesitated for a moment, Han Han snorted beside him, shook his pistol, and he gritted his teeth and opened his mouth and swallowed.

Wu Ming coldly tied Zhang Beisheng's mouth with a belt and said, "This poison will take effect in thirty minutes, and the gods will not be able to save you. Run to No. 76 to deliver a message, and then stay in front of the guard room. In fifteen minutes, I will call you to tell you where the antidote is. If you are not there, hum, why don't you get out of here?"

Zhang Beisheng listened to Wu Ming's threat in a daze, and a look of fear appeared in his eyes. It was not until Wu Ming kicked him hard again that he woke up like a dream and ran away like a wild dog that had been cut.

"Go away quickly." Wu Ming jumped into the car and ordered.
Chapter completed!