Time goes back a few minutes.
"After doing this business, we will go back to our hometown in the countryside." Uncle Fourth sat on a chair and smoked a cigarette and said, "Uncle Fourth helped you ask for a big-butt family woman, and you should have a son as soon as possible."
He coughed gently and glanced at the cigarette roll in his hand. He still liked to smoke hookahs and was not used to cigarette rolls. He just couldn't bring a hookah like a more impressive object when doing things, so he had to go to the local customs to smoke cigarette rolls.
"The Lao Wu family is the only one who comes to you." Uncle Fourth blew up the ashes, "You have to have a boy earlier, so I can explain to the ancestors."
He glanced at his nephew who was staring at the door of Asakusa Hotel with concentration, "Aquarius."
"I know, I know." Shui Sheng said perfunctorily without looking back.
He likes money, especially yellow croaker. However, this young man loves shooting at the target's head. He especially likes to shoot at the target's head. Seeing the target's head being hit by a bullet, the red and white blooming, and even the skull was lifted away, he would feel great satisfaction. He just felt that the spear in his hand was in his hand, and there was no place in the world that he could not go to.
His eyes shrank, and he noticed movement at the door of Asakusa Hotel.
A man came out and waved to a rickshaw.
"I'll tell you." Uncle Fourth sucked his butt, "What we do is to stop the head on the belt. If you should stop..."
At this moment, a rumbling sound came from afar.
"Where are you shooting?" Uncle Fourth stood up from the chair. The lazy and chattering old man just now disappeared. Instead, he was an old gunman with a serious expression and a sharp look in his eyes.
"The direction of Qimin Bridge." Shui Sheng said. He had a strong sense of direction. Although he was illiterate, he had an excellent memory of terrain and street appearance.
As he was talking, Shui Sheng exclaimed, and then his eyes were filled with ecstasy.
Because of the explosion just now, he subconsciously lowered his head and did not see when the man came out of the hotel.
However, at this moment, because of the explosion, the man who came out of the hotel and the rickshaw driver were still lying on the ground in a mess. Only the man who appeared "suddenly" stood at the entrance of the hotel stupidly.
Yes, in Shui Sheng's opinion, this person was just stupid, with such a loud explosion that he had no reaction and did not even dodge.
What made him excited was that this person was the target of their assassination this time:
The target was just standing there, so conspicuous, without any obstruction around him!
At this moment, Shui Sheng did not hesitate at all, aimed at the sight of the sight and pulled the trigger with his fingers.
Bang!
He saw that the man's skull was lifted away and his whole body fell backwards.
At this moment, Shui Sheng was as comfortable as eating the watermelon fished out of a deep well during the dog days of autumn, and he was so happy that his heart was so excited.
"What's going on?" Uncle Fourth rushed to the window to look. He subconsciously looked in the direction of Asakusa Hotel and saw the shouting at the entrance of the hotel, and the noise of running was noisy. The most conspicuous one was the man lying on the ground.
"Who is it?" asked the fourth uncle.
"Yes." Shui Sheng nodded.
"Who told you to shoot?" Uncle Fourth was so angry, "Who told you to shoot? I've said that killing this person is not a big deal. What's important is how we two run away."
As he said that, the fourth uncle glared at Shui Sheng angrily, not caring about continuing to scold his nephew. He said decisively, "Hurry! Retreat! You can't stay here!"
Shui Sheng naturally understood this truth. He carried the spear on his body and had to go to the inner room to pack his luggage.
"Check out a bird!" Uncle Fourth directly picked up the briefcase on the ground and said, "Follow me!"
Then he saw his nephew picking up the sack and was about to wrap the spear. He scolded angrily, "I don't want the spear anymore, bring the mirror box and leave quickly!"
"This gun..." Shui Sheng was a little hesitant. He spent five oceans to exchange for this official rifle from the defeated soldiers of the National Army. He liked it so much.
"No." Uncle Fourth said very seriously, "Let's go!"
The two hurried downstairs, instead of walking through the front door, they opened the back door and fled along the path of the back door.
"A bastard, why did you shoot!" Uncle Fourth was very fast, still angry and unable to understand why his nephew did such a reckless behavior.
Shui Sheng has been following him for two years in this job of licking blood from the blade. He has accurate marksmanship and is very clever. He is like he is born to eat this bowl of rice and has never made any mistakes. What happened this time?
"Uncle Fourth, that man stood stupid and seemed stupid. I really couldn't help it." Shui Sheng said with some grievance.
Before, he thought that the target was Japanese and seemed to be quite good. He thought that the other party gave him a deposit of five small yellow croakers and four large yellow croakers with a little bit of a tail.
However, Shuisheng now thinks that the employer is good, and it is a rare opportunity to make a profit in this business.
...
No. 76, Jisifeier Road.
"Have you spoke?" Su Chende asked gloomy.
He glanced at Quan Lin, who had been tortured, and snorted coldly.
"No." The torture agent shook his head, "Director, this kid is even harder than the stone in the pit, and his legs are broken by pieces, but it's useless."
Su Chende was a little surprised. He really didn't expect that Quan Lin was so kind.
"Director, if this is still there, my subordinates will feel like they are being examined by the Hong Party." said the agent.
Su Chende twitched, and he really felt this way.
Quan Lin is a young man with serious lack of struggle experience, but he has a tough heart. This is very similar to the young man he interrogated and was "bewitched" by the Red Party.
"Director, can this person be the Red Party?" asked the agent.
Su Chende frowned. He understood what this subordinate meant. He suspected that Quan Lin was a person who arranged for the Red Party to invade the Shanghai Special Information Group of the Military Control Commission.
However, Su Chende shook his head.
Intuition told him that this person was an operational staff member of the Shanghai Special Information Group of the Military Control Commission, not the Red Party.
This is an indescribable intuition. With his origins in the Red Party, his understanding of the Red Party, and his experience in interrogating so many Red Party in recent years.
However, it still needs to be tried first.
"Continue to torture." Su Chende said coldly, "Take out the words in his mouth, I want to see what this is."
Out of the torture room.
Su Chende returned to his office. He picked up the kettle for watering flowers and slowly watered several pots of flowers in the office.
Quan Lin is just a minion in the Shanghai Special Information Group and he is no longer caring about it. He just went to the torture room to check the situation. He was just thinking of having a date or not. If Quan Lin confessed and brought some unexpected gains, it would be very beautiful.
In addition, for such a hard-bodied young man, what he likes most is the way he sees this young man begging for mercy in the face of cruel punishment and speaking.
At this moment, there was a rumbling sound.
Su Chende was startled and looked outside through the window.
"Go and check where it's ringing." Su Chende immediately opened the office door and shouted at a passing agent in the corridor.
Seeing his subordinates running away to inquire about the situation, Su Chende felt a little anxious for no reason.
Although he didn't know where the sound came from, he heard that the sound came from the east, and Qimin Hospital was in the east.
At this moment, the phone ringing on the desk rang.
Su Chende's heart jumped. He quickly walked to the phone and grabbed the phone microphone, "I am Su Chende!"
"Director, something happened." An anxious and panicked shout came from the other end of the phone.
Su Chende's face changed, and his anxiety was fulfilled just now.
His heart sank.
"What happened? Cao Yu, let your team leader Cao talk to me!" Su Chende roared.
A few minutes later, the agents of No. 76 saw Director Su running hurriedly to the stairs on the third floor.
The third floor is where Deputy Director Li's office is located. There are "heavy troops guarding" every day. There are iron fences at the entrance of the stairs. You need to go through three guard posts before you can come to Deputy Director Li's office.
...
"Mr. Ouyang, please ask for this matter." Cheng Qianfan said politely with his hands clasped his fists.
In front of him was an old man in his fifties and sixties. The old man looked gloomy and snorted coldly and ignored him.
Cheng Qianfan's expression immediately became gloomy.
"Mr. Cheng, I'm a teacher on behalf of my family." A thin young man next to him quickly said with a smile.
As he said, he said to the old man, "Master, you are in poor health, so let's take a rest first. Just let your disciple entertain Mr. Cheng."
The old man snorted, finally sighed, and stomped his feet and walked away.
"The teacher is not in good health and has a strange temper. Mr. Cheng forgives me." Ruan Jinjing quickly apologized to Cheng Qianfan and explained.
"Master Ling is not in a bad state, it looks so good." Cheng Qianfan sneered.
"It's the first time Mr. Cheng has come to Liyuan. Why don't Mr. Ruan accompany you to visit?" Ruan Jinjing avoided this topic and said.
"It's not the first time I've been here, I just haven't been there seriously." Cheng Qianfan said.
"That's just the right time. Ruan took Mr. Cheng to take a walk around." Ruan Jinjing was overjoyed and said.
...
This is an ancient building with a courtyard facing north and south in Nanshi. It is the Liyuan Office founded by Shanghai Lingjie artists.
When Liyuan Office was first built, the statue of the actor, the ancestor, Lao Langshen was worshipped in the ancestor's hall.
There are five rooms in the front hall, east and west wing rooms in the hall, and there are buildings in the shape of the mouth. On the second floor are the offices of the leader of the spiritual world, the meetings of the actors, and the activities are held in the hall. During the festivals, the ancestors are worshipped and the incense is flourishing.
In the first year of the Republic of China, six buildings with five floors and five floors and six buildings were added.
The office acquired several Yidi villas for the purpose of burying old artists.
The office also runs a Zhenling School, which specializes in taking children of actors to study for free. Because the children of actors were discriminated against and could not be admitted to school, the Zhenling School was later renamed Zhenling Primary School. Its name was started by Wang Xiaoyi, a patriotic artist in the late Qing Dynasty. Zhenling is a deciduous shrub of the Birch Family. The spherical nuts grown on the hazel trees are called "Zhenling". This name is the hope that the older generation will work hard to cultivate the next generation and the pear garden will flourish.
"Is this what Mr. Sun mentioned?" Cheng Qianfan asked as he looked at the four words "appearance to say" in the mounting and hanging.
During the Revolution of 1911, Peking Opera artists also participated in the revolutionary struggle.
The Liyuan Office organized a suicide squad in the Lingjie Realm, set out from nine acres of land, attacked the Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau, and used the unique martial arts of Peking Opera actors to cross the wall, and led bombs and exploded to disrupt the Qing army's position and made military achievements for the restoration of Shanghai.
Later, Mr. Sun personally went to the Liyuan Office to have cordial discussions and photography with Peking Opera artists, and wrote the plaque "Showing the Word" on the spot to commend his meritorious service.
"This is a replica." Ruan Jinjing explained, "The current situation is turbulent. In order to avoid damage to Mr. Sun's inscription, Master and others have properly put away the plaque."
"Well." Cheng Qianfan nodded, and he looked at the four words "appearing and saying" again, "The four words mentioned by Mr. Sun are in line with the present."
He looked at Ruan Jinjing with a smile, "The prosperity of the concession is of great benefit to Shanghai. On the occasion of the commemoration day, Liyuan needs to 'appearance' to celebrate with the people."
This time he came to Liyuan Office to invite Liyuan Office to send people to participate in the commemoration of the 96th anniversary of the opening of Shanghai, jointly organized by the French Concession authorities and the public concession.
The old man just now was Ruan Jinjing's master. This person was very despised of "Zhao Cheng" who had always been acquainted with Japan, and even more "unrespectful" in his words, and refused to send someone to foreigners to celebrate.
In the old man's opinion, the opening of Shanghai in the 23rd year of Daoguang was a forced requirement of the Treaty of Nanjing. For Shanghai people and Chinese people, it was a history of extreme humiliation.
In this way, Liyuan Office cannot celebrate with singing and dancing for foreigners.
"Mr. Cheng said, "Ruan Jinjing said quickly, "It is a great honor for Liyuan Office to contribute to the commemoration of Shanghai's port."
He said seriously and seriously, "We want to thank Mr. Cheng for this opportunity."
"I'll be relieved if you think so." Cheng Qianfan was very happy and nodded slightly, "This is a good thing."
“Yes, yes, yes.”
At this moment, the sound of running quickly came from the yard.
"Brother Fan! Brother Fan!" Before the person arrived, the voice arrived first.
"What's the matter?" Cheng Qianfan looked at Hou Pingliang who was panting and asked in a deep voice.
Hou Pingliang glanced at Ruan Jinjing.
"Mr. Cheng, Ruan will not accompany you. If you need it, send someone to find me at any time." Ruan Jinjing said tactfully.
Seeing Ruan Jinjing walking away, Hou Pingliang reported, "Brother Fan, a gun was fired from Qimin Bridge. Someone robbed the No. 76 escort truck and bombed the Quanmin Bridge with a bomb."
"When did it happen?!" Cheng Qianfan's face changed and he asked anxiously.
"Just half an hour ago," Hou Pingliang said, "The Japanese and No. 76 said that the assassin ran into the French Concession and asked them to be allowed to enter the French Concession for searching."
"What do you say from the Political Department?" Cheng Qianfan walked in a hurry, his face was gloomy, and he asked while walking.
"The Political Department does not agree with the Japanese entering the Concession. The Japanese are arrogant and require the Concession to be released." Hou Pingliang said, "His Excellency Tande ordered Brother Fan to go to the Political Department and let you deal with this matter."
"This is not a good job." Cheng Qianfan snorted coldly.
After leaving the Liyuan Office, Hou Pingliang quickly stepped forward and opened the car door. At the same time, he asked the driver to go to another car, and he came to drive for Brother Fan.
Cheng Qianfan bent over and got into the car.
"Brother Fan, where are you going?" Hou Pingliang asked, "Would you go back to the police room first or..."
"Go to Qimin Bridge." Cheng Qianfan said in a gloomy tone, "I don't know what the situation is in Qimin Bridge. How can I deal with it?"
He went to Qiminqiao without fear of causing suspicion—
After hearing this bad news, Kentaro Miyazaki must have gone to Qiminqiao to see the scene.
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