On November 24, the 27th year of the Republic of China, Thanksgiving Day in the West.
On the third day of the tenth lunar month, it is advisable to visit relatives and friends, clean, remove insects, and bury them.
It's snowing.
The extremely small snowflakes that started to float in the early morning were already heavy snow by the evening.
This is the second early snow in Shanghai. It is said that the last snow was earlier dated back to the 21st year of Guangxu in the Qing Dynasty. The first snow was on November 2, Xili. Of course, no one used the Western calendar at that time.
In the courtyard of the central police station, three tarpaulin trucks have been ignited and started, and the engine sounds rumbling, like a drunkard snoring.
Eight people stood next to each truck, four of whom were carrying long spears and four were carrying short spears. The same is that they were holding steel-headed and iron sticks in their hands. One stick hit the head was like a blood hole.
Cheng Qianfan was wearing a high-level police officer uniform and did not wear a raincoat. He let the snowflakes fall, land on the police cap, on the police uniform, on the horse boots, and on the eyebrows.
He raised his head and looked at the large scattered snowflakes floating in the sky.
He was holding a cigarette in his mouth, no, to be precise, he was biting the cigarette roll.
Xiao Cheng always raised his wrist impatiently and took a look at the time of the watch on his wrist.
Hou Pingliang ran all the way, and rushed to Brother Fan, covered his hands and whispered, "The person is here."
When Mr. Xiao Cheng heard this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
...
puff!
The cigarette that was biting in his mouth was spit on the ground and sank into the snow.
"Ball Ball Dance Hall!" Xiao Cheng looked up and snowflakes fell into his neck, and his mouth spit out the place name.
"yes!"
The policemen got into the car, and the tarpaulin clamp rushed toward the gate as he stepped on the accelerator.
The sentry, which had been waiting for the battle, quickly pulled up the gate and saluted at the same time, watching three steel monsters rush out.
Cheng Qianfan was sitting in the passenger seat of a military card. He glanced at a rickshaw that had just run over in the wind and snow, yawned slightly, and threw out his cigarette butt from the window.
...
The "Ball Ball Dance Hall" is not because there are many "Balls" in this dance hall, nor is it because the dance hall is famous for its "being able to play with balls".
This ball is neither basketball or football for college students nor small glue balls bought by young masters and ladies.
‘Ball’ is actually a kind of usury implicit word.
For example, if a person who borrows money borrows a big ocean of ball debt, he will have to pay at least fifty cents of interest every day.
Such high interest rates are almost impossible to pay off in a lifetime. This is like a ball rolling, repeating over and over again, and there is no end, and it is a "ball debt".
The ‘Ball Ball Hall’ is actually where dancing, playing money, and men are having fun together.
The reason why it is called the "Ball Ball Dance Hall" is that whenever someone loses money or has insufficient tickets, there will be a dressed dancer coming to chat with him and lure him to borrow the "Ball Bond".
Whether it is a person who is red from the eyes or is full of concern, as long as he borrows the ball debt, he will be killed by the housekeeper, sell his children, or his whole family will be hung into a well.
Such a shameless thing exists openly in the Shanghai Concession. Under this chaos, only Boss Zhang Xiaolin and Zhang's property dare to be so blatant.
...
When Lu Xingge came out of the alley, he was about to walk to the ball dance hall across the road. He saw the shining headlights like two light beads passing through the snow fog and squirted directly.
He hurriedly went back to the alley and poked his head out to look.
I saw several trucks coming towards this side.
He came to meet his subordinates, but at this moment, he didn't dare to enter the dance hall again.
Soon, three trucks stopped at the entrance of the ball ball dance hall.
The policeman with live ammunition jumped off the truck tarpaulin, carrying a long spear on his shoulder, a gun box cross-body, and a copper-headed baton in his hand.
These rushed to the door of the ball ballroom and surrounded the door.
Then, Lu Xingge saw a man jumping out of the co-cab of the truck in the middle.
"It's my third brother." Lu Xingge frowned slightly.
Wearing white gloves with both hands and gently pressing his right hand on the gun holster, Xiao Cheng always walked to the door step by step in the snow.
"The Ginger Mule Bandits are hiding here." He put his hands beside his mouth and angrily said, "All the people in the dance hall will be arrested to identify them."
...
"It's the person from the police station." The snow-white and dazzling lights and the movement at the door have attracted the attention of guests in a room on the second floor.
"It's Cheng Qianfan." Luo Yannian lifted a small gap in the curtains, looked out, and said.
He frowned, "Comrade 'Dictionary', I will cover you, you will retreat immediately."
"No." 'Dictionary' shook his head firmly, and he said in a low voice, "Secretary Luo, my current identity is reasonable even if it appears here. You are different. Once you are investigated and dig deep, it will be difficult to deal with the past."
"No, you retreat immediately." Luo Yannian said firmly, "There is no time left, this is an order."
He admitted that what the 'Dictionary' said makes sense, but this does not ensure that the 'Dictionary' is completely unquestionable. Comrade 'Dictionary' is a senior agent who worked hard to penetrate the enemy through great difficulty. He absolutely does not allow the 'Dictionary' to have the potential for suspicion.
To protect the 'dictionary', he could throw himself into danger without hesitation.
"Take care!" The 'Dictionary' looked at his old leader deeply. His comrades looked at him, opened the door, walked along the corridor to the corner, and was about to go downstairs. He heard the movement in the lobby on the first floor. He returned without hesitation and entered a room he had observed long ago, jumped off the balcony of the room, rolled on the ground, and hid in the corner of the bushes.
Confirm that the enemy did not walk towards this side, he walked towards the back door slowly, pulled the bolt open, and then closed the door casually after going out, and soon sank into the snowy night.
...
In the noisy dance hall, the policeman with guns and live ammunition broke in and suddenly became a mess.
Pang Shui, who was talking to a dancer, looked at Mr. Xiao Cheng who was surrounded by his subordinates. He frowned slightly, and then gave a wink at the subordinates beside him.
One of them understood, nodded, and went to meet him first.
"Cheng Qianfan, what are you going to do? Others are afraid of you, but I, Bald Ah San, are not afraid of you..."
Pang Shui slapped his forehead with his right hand and covered his face.
His original intention was to ask his subordinates to go up and ask what the situation was, rather than being ignorant of life and death.
Bang!
A sudden gunshot!
Bald head A San was shot in the calf, and he screamed and knelt on the ground, then lay on the ground, holding the right calf who was shot in a grimactic manner, rolling all over the ground with pain.
It hurts, it really hurts.
Bald head A San cried at the top of his throat. He remembered the last time he went to Baoshan to "collect food". He shot at an old person who knelt down and begged in his thighs. Seeing the old man rolling all over the ground with a headache, he laughed and found it interesting.
Now that the bullet hits him, he feels this pain and fear.
...
Screams in the dance hall were heard one after another.
When his subordinate was shot, Pang Shui could no longer hide. The most important thing was that he could not hide anymore. He could only pretend to be free and easy and patted the dust that did not exist on his body, and walked towards Cheng Qianfan who was looking at him coldly.
"Vice General Cheng came and Pang failed to meet him. It was a crime, a crime." Pang Shui said.
"You also know that the sin is in you." Cheng Qianfan looked cold and nodded, "Then let's be honest, where is the person?"
"Who?" Pang Shui asked.
"You're deaf?" Hou Pingliang scolded, "Brother Fan said just now, you can protect the Jiang Mule bandits here."
"I'm talking to your chief, what are you?" Pang Shui was not so polite to Hou Pingliang.
His always-present view was that either kill Cheng Qianfan with lightning speed, and then spend a lot of money to extinguish the anger of the French, or turn wars with Cheng Qianfan into jade and make money together, instead of fighting like now, just hurting the enemy but not being able to resolve the problem decisively.
Boss Zhang Xiaolin believes that his seniority and strength are far higher than Mr. Cheng. In the words of Boss Zhang, Cheng Qianfan, a man of the throne, is not worthy of carrying shoes for Boss Zhang.
Pang Shui privately believed that with the Japanese occupying Shanghai, the previous method of seniority was out of date. Now, whoever has a gun in his hand, especially who can get the support of the Japanese, will work if anyone says it.
Zhang Xiaolin has received support from the Japanese, but Cheng Qianfan has always been close to the Japanese, and in the future, he will most likely be the job of the Japanese.
Therefore, in Pang Shui's view, the strength between Boss Zhang and Cheng Qianfan, especially the gap between background and connections, is far less exaggerated than the boss thinks. Everyone is just earlier and later, and they are all following the Japanese to make a living.
Of course, Boss Zhang is better than Cheng Qianfan after all.
As for himself, he thought that as a general under Zhang Xiaolin, he should be equal to Cheng Qianfan. Cheng Qianfan could barely tolerate his face, but Cheng Qianfan's subordinates dared to drink three to four times as much as he did. This was because he didn't understand the rules, so he couldn't bear it.
Even if he is willing to endure it, Zhang Xiaolin behind him cannot tolerate it, and his subordinates cannot tolerate it.
"Monkey, Mr. Pang scolds you for not understanding the rules, this is your fault." Cheng Qianfan said, "I have been saying a lot of words and respect the suspect. Before being shot, the suspect is a living person..."
Pang Shui was quite satisfied with what he said, and then the more he heard, the more he became, the more he was, the more he was, he saw Cheng Qianfan pointing at him, "Why don't you ask Mr. Pang quickly and apologize to him."
...
Hou Pingliang walked forward with a cold face.
Pang Shui also looked at him coldly, but he wanted to see what the other party was going to do.
Moreover, he didn't think Hou Pingliang dared to do anything to him.
"Mr. Pang, Brother Fan asked me to apologize to you." Hou Pingliang even apologized with a cold face, "But I don't want to apologize to someone like you, and I don't want to violate the rules set by Brother Fan. What do you think should I do?"
rule?
What rules?
Oh, yes, this guy Cheng Qianfan said that living people should be respected, not...
Pang Shui's face suddenly changed.
puff!
Then, he felt a sudden severe pain in his heart. He looked down in disbelief and saw a dagger inserted into his abdomen.
Well!
Hou Pingliang even stirred the dagger twice next.
Pang Shui couldn't believe that he died until he died:
As a general under Zhang Xiaolin, who is highly favored and valued by the Japanese, and a think tank, as the Japanese become stronger, his good days will only become more and more worthy of expectations. Why did he die?
"Report to Vice President Cheng, Mr. Pang suddenly suffered a disease and could not be treated in time." Hou Pingliang said.
"Okay, don't hide it for Pang Shui, he won't appreciate it." Cheng Qianfan said, "What's the point of Mr. Pang's reputation?"
He suddenly drew his gun.
Bang bang bang.
Three shots in succession, and the gun hit Pang Shui in the abdomen. "After investigation, Pang Shui was actually the third leader of the Jiang Mule bandit gang. Facing the righteous arrest of my police officer, Pang Shui was afraid of the crime and could not escape, so he resisted stubbornly and was eventually shot dead."
After saying that, Mr. Xiao Cheng turned on the insurance and put the gun into the holster. He looked around the dance hall, "The world is bright and bright, and it is in broad daylight."
A gambler took a look outside the door, and it was covered with snowflakes.
...
"The important leaders of the Jiang Mule Bandit Gang are like Pang Shui, who kill and rob, kidnap people, rape women, and even openly resist our police station. This is a very serious crime."
"This person Pang Shui is still alive."
"You have seen and witnessed today's events with your own eyes."
As he said that, Xiao Cheng always supported his hands on the bar, "I'm done."
His face was a smile like a warm spring breeze, "Who has different opinions?"
The hall was dead silent at first.
Then, one of Pang Shui's subordinates seemed to have just reacted at this time and shouted in horror, "You killed Mr. Pang San, you killed Mr. Pang San!"
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
Lu Hu, Lu Jiufeng, Hou Pingliang and the other three shots almost at the same time, and the minion from the New Asia Peace Promotion Association was almost beaten into a sieve.
"Very good." Mr. Xiao Cheng glanced at the corpse on the ground and nodded with satisfaction, "This little brother doesn't object now."
He looked around at everyone again, "Is anyone else objecting?"
"No."
"No."
Everyone was trembling and soon shouted cleverly, "The Jiang Mule bandit gang Pang Shui is dead."
Then he shouted more cleverly, "Thank you, Mr. Cheng, for killing Pang Fei and saving my life."
Some people even cried with excitement.
"Very good." Mr. Xiao Cheng nodded, "You are all wise people. When you know that telling lies, reprinting confessions is a serious crime, and it will kill people."
Some nodded, and some shook their heads in horror.
"Not going to break it."
"What we see with our own eyes is Mr. Cheng, who is my new parents."
"Very good." Cheng Qianfan clasped his fists, "On behalf of the police station, Cheng thanked you for your strong support."
Everyone was about to cry and didn't even dare to say that they were afraid.
"Low, stand up if you recite the name." Datou Lu stood up, cleared his throat, took out a piece of paper from his body, and said.
Everyone was frightened again.
"Don't panic." Mr. Xiao Cheng explained understandingly, "The people on the list, except for Pang Shui's accomplices, are mostly people who are implicated by Pang Shui. As long as they pass the verification in the police station and confirm that there is no big mistake, they can find someone to go home with bail."
Everyone felt relieved inexplicably.
As long as Xiao Cheng remains unchanged in his original intention and is willing to accept everyone's filial piety, this is excellent.
These people have never felt that Xiao Cheng, who loves money, is always so at ease.
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People are in Weihai, which is really a good place. The air is good and the people are good. The people of Shandong are very enthusiastic.
Today it was raining heavily, and I saw Weihai in the rain.
Chapter completed!