The train started slowly, and it was struggling to spew a stream of white mist, making heavy panting like an old cow. With a whistle, the speed became faster and faster, and drove out of the station.

"Let's go." Wu Ming turned around and greeted.

"Leave?" Han Han shook his head and turned to follow Wu Ming, "Just let her leave like this? You know she has a lot to say to you, and even I can see it, but you pretend to be stupid."

"Is it useful to say it?" Wu Ming smiled faintly, "Hong Yue has really grown up and matured. Thinking about the problem and thinking carefully at the problem. She is no longer the willful and ignorant lady before."

"Well, I feel this a little bit." Han Han nodded.

"Haha." Wu Ming suddenly laughed maliciously, "You said that her kung fu has improved a lot. If there is any forced marriage, will she secretly kill the man she doesn't like?"

"It's very likely." Han Han said in agreement: "Now, you don't have to run away from home. It's very direct and effective to solve it."

"That's not something we should worry about." Wu Ming patted Han Han on the shoulder, "Pray for the poor playboys who want to marry Miss Hong!"

"Pray for Marshal Zhang first!" Han Han looked compassionate, "I really feel sad for the guy you are thinking about."

Let’s talk about Zhang Xiaolin. After he went down Moganshan, he found something wrong when he returned to Shanghai. The Chongqing Military Control Commission, the Central Commission and the Wang Puppet Spy were fighting desperately. The smoke of gunpowders was filled with gunpowders and flesh and blood were flying everywhere. No. 76 was already at a disadvantage, and it was all supported by the full support of the puppet army and the Japanese military police. Especially not long after he came back. His good friend, his good friend, Zhou Wenrui, the director of the puppet Shanghai Municipal Finance, was seriously injured in Wangping Street, Sima Road. Two weeks later, Li Jinbiao, chairman of the puppet "Peace Movement Promotion Association", was assassinated again. This bloody example made him panic secretly. Zhang Xiaolin was also scared and he no longer dared to show up in public.

A gentleman loves money and takes it in a good way. Such money makes people rest assured. The more ill-gotten money you get, the faster you die. Zhang Xiaolin has lost his nature by money. Perhaps he still has a sense of luck because he has never been a traitor official, but only helps the Japanese to do business. Therefore, he still serves as the president of the "New Asia Peace Promotion Association", and brings a bunch of disciples and grandchildren. He makes a fortune from traitors.

In front of the stage in Shanghai, there was bustling with people. Today is the last performance of the famous actor Xin Yanqiu, a famous actor in the Peking Opera School, in Shanghai. The opera is "Yutangchun". Yu Yefeng is Zhang Xiaolin's closest brother. He gave his brother Yu Yefeng a good deal. He asked him to buy cotton and made a fortune. At this time, Yu Yefeng was promoting Xin Yanqiu. Zhang Xiaolin could not resist Yu Yefeng's hard request. He booked several private rooms upstairs and wanted to drive in person to support Xin Yanqiu. However, he didn't know that one foot had already stepped into the gate of hell.

After Wu Ming gave the letter to Xu Caicheng, he made preparations with Han Han for many days, and discussed various plans carefully. He sneaked into Zhang's house to assassinate. Bombs were buried on the road and sniped from a distance...N. Unfortunately, Zhang Xiaolin stayed away and didn't even go to gamble at the club he liked to go to. He also hired more than 20 bodyguards with unique skills and accurate shooting skills. There were Japanese military police guards in front and back doors of Zhang Mansion, patrolling day and night, like facing a great enemy, like a fortress with iron walls. There was really no special chance to start. Zhang Xiaolin was going to update the stage this day, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed. After careful planning, the two brought weapons and headed straight to the stage. This time, not only did they want to kill Zhang Xiaolin, but Wu Ming also wanted to throw the Japanese into sewage, which made them disgusted for a while.

The big stage was updated, and the performance was in full swing. In front of Zhang Xiao’s private room, more than a dozen strong bodyguards were on guard, with fast and slow machines inserted between their waists, and their eyebrows were full of glare. Inside, Zhang Xiaolin, Yu Yefeng and a few friends were eating and drinking, and they were constantly drinking.

"Mom, I'm so bored. I'm so tired." At this time, Zhang Xiaolin was infected by the lively atmosphere and vented his depression these days.

"Boss Du is too much. His ruthless disciples helped the Military Control Commission kill and cut horizontally, causing trouble for the Shanghai beach." Yu Yefeng echoed: "I think, if I really annoy the Eastern people, I won't get a good end."

"I haven't been a Japanese official, but I just do some business, which is not a fucking thing." Zhang Xiaolin was said to be angry, "I think he didn't see the water in the well, and he just wanted to jump into the gantry. Later, the hot face put on his cold butt!"

"Everyone has ambition, but cannot be strong. Now we will go back to the bridge and go back to the bridge and go back to the road, and we will go our own way..." Zhang Xiaolin continued: "I told him that when the Easterners come to China, we will not want Chinese people? When the Easterners turn the whole of China into the French Concession in the past, I, Brother Jin Rong and you old brothers, let's start another big company that is ten times, hundreds, and thousands of times larger than now."

"Brother Xiaolin is righteous." "Brother Xiaolin has vision." "It is definitely right to follow Brother Xiaolin."......

As the friends praised Zhang Xiaolin's face turned red and his mood improved.

"Brother Xiaolin, is this new Yanqiu singing so authentic?" Yu Yefeng asked in a flattering manner.

"Good, you sing well, and you look handsome." Zhang Xiaolin smiled lewdly and said, "Old Yu, you have been so dedicated to promoting her, but you can do it!"

"Brother Xiaolin was joking, joking." Yu Yefeng shook his head seriously, "Brother just saw her singing well, and wanted to make her famous, so that she could recite my good deeds, so that she could be a pillar in the future."

At this time, a noise suddenly came from the door of the private room. Zhang Xiaolin frowned. When everyone in the room turned around for no reason, he felt that he had lost his face. "Mom, I'm very happy, I've had nothing to do all day long, and I'm still noisy here, and I'm simply unruly!" Zhang Dashuai turned his head and cursed: "When I call more of the East Asian military police, let these guys get out of here!"

As soon as the door of the box opened, Lin Buhuai, the bodyguard leader, walked in and approached Zhang Xiaolin, "Boss, a Japanese military policeman came to the door. He said that there was an emergency to see you. Now he was blocked by his brothers. Look..."

"Oriental Military Police?" Zhang Xiaolin was stunned for a moment and looked at Lin Buhuai with inquiring eyes.

Lin Buhuai immediately explained: "He has a certificate, but the oriental characters are twisted and we can't understand it. He even said a few oriental words."

"That's right." Zhang Xiaolin, a rude man, didn't know how to disguise himself as a trick, and waved his hand in a self-righteous manner, "How did these Eastern people catch up here?"

"See, this Japanese man can't play with Brother Xiaolin anymore and follows Brother Xiaolin's butt." Yu Yefeng flattered without missing the opportunity.

"Hahahaha." Zhang Dashuai was very helpful to this flattery and laughed proudly, "Call him in. This Japanese man is just annoying. He insists on sending troops to protect me in front of my house, and he must follow him when he comes out to watch the show."

"Brother Xiaolin is still very good!" "In this concession, the Easterners also have to look at our Brother Xiaolin's expression."...

He flattered again, and Zhang Xiaolin smiled with a big mouth, and his bones were a few taels lighter.

As soon as the door opened, Wu Ming, with tall eyebrows, walked in and came straight to Zhang Xiaolin with two bodyguards.

"Mr. Zhang, I am the little ichiro of the Japanese military police." Wu Ming bowed slightly and said respectfully: "We have received news that people from Chongqing have already sneaked into the theater and want to attack you."

"Ah?" Zhang Xiaolin was shocked and almost jumped up from the chair.

"Mr. Zhang, don't panic." Wu Ming comforted: "We have arranged it and absolutely guarantee your life safety."

Zhang Xiaolin blinked, feeling that his behavior was a bit inappropriate, so he pretended to be a hero and said, "I also came over from the sea of ​​corpses and blood. I remember when I started my business, I also broke through with real swords and guns. I don't take a few assassins seriously."

"That's, that's it." Wu Ming looked sincere, "Boss Zhang can fight, Boss Huang loves money, Boss Du knows about socializing in Shanghai. Please watch the show with peace of mind and catch all Chongqing elements in a while, so as not to give up and harass Mr. Zhang again."

"Okay, okay." Zhang Xiaolin didn't dare to go out at this time. Who knew how many people came outside? It would be not too late to leave after the Japanese got things done.

"It's still enough friends with the Eastern people." Zhang Xiaolin pointed to the seat next to him, "Mr. Xiaoben, please sit down." He turned to Lin Buhuai and said, "You stay."

"Yes." Lin Buhuai not only had accurate marksmanship, but also extremely agile. Zhang Xiaolin left him and felt much safer.

Lin Huaibu sat down gently, and his right hand habitually placed on his waist. The speed and slow machine's sight had been filed off. You could tell at a glance that he was a veteran of guns.

Wu Ming looked at the stage outside calmly, enjoying the performance, thinking about how to take away this bodyguard who seemed to be a little kung fu.
Chapter completed!