Chapter 321 We didn't invite you! (Ask for a monthly pass at the end of the month)

  Time goes back ten minutes.

   Dressed in a bunt, with two hairs on his right face, and dressed as a gangster, Li Hao wobbled back to the car, opened the door, and got in the car.

   "Brother Fan." He handed Cheng Qianfan the stinky tofu wrapped in kraft paper.

   "Would you like to have a taste?" Cheng Qianfan asked Li Hao, inserting a piece of stinky tofu with a bamboo stick.

   "I won't eat, I can't take it." Li Hao waved his hand and said.

  Li Hao, who was born as a little beggar, when he was hungry, he would be thankful if he had a bite to eat. Naturally, he would eat everything.

  However, now that life is better, Li Hao naturally has the ability and freedom to choose his taste, Cheng Qianfan will not talk about him, on the contrary, he will only be happy.

but-

   "Eat!" Cheng Qianfan handed over the bamboo stick.

   "Hey." Li Hao agreed.

  Although he couldn't bear the taste, but Brother Fan asked him to eat, Li Hao would not hesitate at all, he immediately took a bite and ate it with big mouthfuls.

   "Brother Fan, I remember that you didn't eat stinky tofu before, and you said you couldn't get used to the smell." Li Hao swallowed the stinky tofu, breathed into his palm, smelled it himself, and asked with a smile.

   "Well, I didn't eat it before." Cheng Qianfan chewed the stinky tofu, squinted his eyes, and looked like he was enjoying it, the oil of the stinky tofu stained his beard.

  …

  He is now appearing as Mr. Xiao Mian—Mr. Xiao. In the top-secret file cabinet of the Nanjing headquarters, there is a "fake file" belonging to Mr. Xiao Mianxiao, the leader of the Shanghai Special Intelligence Team:

Xiao Mian, a native of Liling County, Changsha Prefecture, Hunan Province, was born in the 26th year of Guangxu in the former Qing Dynasty. He was born in the army. He was a senior secret agent at the Changsha Station of the Secret Service, a major in the national army, and a friend of Yu Pingan, a high-ranking member of the Secret Service. Arrived in Shanghai and served as the leader of the Shanghai Special Intelligence Team of the Secret Service.

   This is the background information that Cheng Qianfan set for himself after successive discussions with Yu Ping'an and Dai Chunfeng.

  Now, only Dai Chunfeng, Qi Wu, and Yu Ping'an know about Xiao Mian's file, and it is classified as top secret.

   "Haozi, whatever your identity, you do what you do." Cheng Qianfan took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his mouth, wiped his beard very carefully, touched it, and then nodded in satisfaction.

"Although I eat stinky tofu, I seem to be informal." Cheng Qianfan pointed to the handkerchief in his hand and the violin case under his feet, "But after eating stinky tofu, I pay attention to hygiene, my clothes are tidy, and my beard is clean. Not a drop of oil gets on the violin case when I eat."

  He looked at Li Hao, "Do you understand?"

   "Understood!" Li Hao nodded emphatically, "If you want to play a person, you must devote yourself wholeheartedly. Whether it is eating habits, living habits, or even some details, it must conform to the image and habits of this person."

   "It can be regarded as opening two points." Cheng Qianfan nodded.

   Haozi said "acting", Cheng Qianfan never plays, when he is in a certain role, he is that person:

  In his life, he has never been acting, and there is no chance of reshoots. Life or death is as simple and straightforward as that.

  …

   Soon, there was a gunshot from Cherry Lane not far from Deswell Road.

   Then several shots were fired.

   Immediately, there was an explosion sound.

  The bustling Deswell Road began to have a slight commotion when the gunshots sounded, but the crowd did not panic. Soon, the explosion sounded, and the crowd began to riot, with occasional screams.

  However, because it did not happen on this street, the riots are within the controllable range.

  Cheng Qianfan was very quiet. The Chicago typewriter was placed on his lap, and he stroked it lightly, just like petting a cat at home.

   Distant gunshots, explosions.

   into his ear.

   It seemed to fascinate him.

  Li Hao sat in the driver's seat, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the key. As long as Cheng Qianfan gave an order, he could turn on the ignition at any time.

   "Start the car." Cheng Qianfan said suddenly.

   "En." Li Hao started the car, and he was relieved when he heard the sound of the engine running normally.

  Holding the steering wheel subconsciously with his left hand, he tapped the steering wheel lightly with his right hand, and stretched his right hand down to hold the Mauser pistol with the safety off.

  …

  Cheng Qianfan gently raised the curtain of the car and saw the chaotic crowd on the street. Some people were hurrying to go home.

   Some bold people poked their heads and looked in the direction of Cherry Lane, pointing, some with worried faces, some with excitement, and some with indifference.

Snapped!

  Cheng Qianfan's expression was solemn.

  He heard the sound of an official rifle firing.

   This is Liu Yuchu who shot.

  This shows that there were patrols in the public concession or the Japanese police and military police passed by, and it was Liu Yuchu who was blocking the enemy.

  Cheng Qianfan was waiting. If the official rifle fired continuously, it meant that Liu Yuchu was under great pressure to stop the enemy, so he needed to take action.

   However, the Chinese official rifle only fired one shot, and there was no more shots.

  Cheng Qianfan was thinking.

  The possibility of Liu Yuchu's fall is extremely small. This person is a sharpshooter, carries a grenade on his body, and is blocking the enemy from a long distance. It is impossible for the enemy to break through the blocking line and kill Liu Yuchu in such a short period of time.

   This is because the enemy has been deterred and the situation is at a stalemate.

  Cheng Qianfan immediately came to a conclusion, and quickly judged that this was a police patrol in the public concession, and most likely it was the red-headed policeman who bullied the weak and feared the hard, greedy for life and fear of death, was frightened by Liu Yuchu's first shot and dared not move.

   Actually, it was the red-headed Asan who rushed ahead of the Japanese police and military police?

  The corners of his mouth curled up, which was a good thing.

   Three minutes later.

  The gunshots of official rifles rang out continuously.

   At the same time, there was the sound of gunfire from the Southern Fourteen.

  Suddenly, Cheng Qianfan's expression changed, and he heard the sound of Japanese Type 38 rifles counterattacking.

   "Work!" Cheng Qianfan said coldly.

  He got out of the car directly, propped up a black umbrella, the gun belt was slung across, and one hand was on the trigger of the Chicago typewriter.

  The black umbrella covered this killing machine.

   also covers the visitor's face.

   "Sir, I'm sorry, we are going to close." The beautiful Mrs. Qingtian saw the customer striding towards with a black umbrella, bowed slightly and said.

   "Hello, madam." Cheng Qianfan smiled, "Where is Mr. Qingtian?"

  The beautiful Japanese woman turned her head and looked into the shop, "Qingtian-kun."

  There are no customers in the clothing store. Kazuo Qingtian was looking at the account book. He heard his wife calling him, and subconsciously walked over.

   "Mr. Qingtian." Cheng Qianfan smiled politely, "Sayana Lara!"

   Umbrellas fall, belated customers hold Chicago typewriters in both hands, fingers on the trigger.

  A shuttle bullet poured out, directly hitting Kazuo Qingtian's abdomen into a hornet's nest.

  Ms. Qingtian was stunned, staring blankly at her husband who was beaten to death on the ground, and suddenly let out a frantic scream, followed by a pattering sound and a smell of urine.

  Cheng Qianfan glanced at the terrified woman, turned the gun around, and pulled the trigger.

   da da da da!

  While the woman fell down, he picked up the umbrella on the ground, turned around, and walked quickly to the car.

   Halfway through, he took out a German-made M4 grenade from his body, turned around slightly, pulled out the safety catch, and threw it directly into Qingtian Tailor Shop.

  He himself quickly closed the umbrella, opened the door, and got into the car.

"Walk!"

  Li Hao immediately started the car and rushed out with a roar.

  Boom! (PS1)

  In the sound of a huge explosion.

  Cheng Qianfan leaned out of the car window, and the Chicago typewriter flew into the air:

Da da da!

  The entire 'Dongyang Street' was full of screams, cries, and shouts.

  Sitting back in his seat, Cheng Qianfan quietly reloaded the Chicago typewriter.

  Outside the car window is a house that exploded and ignited.

   is a Japanese cry, a scream, and a police siren.

The silent person took out the cigarette case in silence, popped out a cigarette, flipped the lighter, lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled a puff of smoke. With the cigarette in his mouth, he gritted his teeth and moved his lips slightly. It seems to make a soft voice:

  We didn't invite you here.

   Ask for a subscription, ask for a reward, ask for a collection, ask for a recommendation ticket. It's the last day of the month, do you still have a monthly pass? Thank you very much for the rewards of [Xichengxue Erlang] 2000 starting coins, [Zhaliu fan vertical chip] 1500 starting coins, and [No Way No Way] 100 starting coins. PS1: This is the military command's style of action. While killing the enemy, it must also create noise to deter it.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)