Chapter 1245 I really can’t hold it back

 Go back in time a few minutes.

"After we finish this business, we will go back to our hometown in the countryside." Fourth uncle sat on a chair and smoked a cigarette and said, "Fourth uncle will help you find a big-ass mother-in-law, so you can have a son as soon as possible."

He coughed lightly and glanced at the cigarette in his hand. He still liked smoking hookahs and was not used to cigarettes. He just couldn't bring an impressive object like hookahs when he went out to do things, so he had to smoke cigarettes as the Romans do.

“When Lao Wu’s family came to your place, there was only one seedling.” The fourth uncle flicked the ashes from his cigarette, “You have to give birth to a boy as soon as possible, so that I can answer the questions to my ancestors.”

 He glanced at his nephew who was staring intently at the door of the Asakusa Hotel and said, "Shui Sheng."

"I know, I know." Shuisheng said perfunctorily without looking back.

He likes money, and he especially likes yellow croakers. However, deep down, this young man loves the feeling of shooting. He especially likes to shoot at the target's head. Seeing the target's head being hit by a bullet, it is red and white. When it blooms, even his skull will be blown away, and he will feel a huge sense of satisfaction. He only feels that with the spear in his hand, there is no place in the world that he cannot go.

His eyes narrowed, and he noticed movement at the door of the Asakusa Hotel.

A man came out and hailed a rickshaw.

“I’m telling you.” The fourth uncle sucked on his cigarette butt, “What we do is a job where our heads are tied to our belts, so when it’s time to stop, we should stop…”

At this moment, there was a roar in the distance.

“Where can we shoot?” The fourth uncle suddenly stood up from his chair. The lazy and chattering old man disappeared and was replaced by an old gunman with a serious expression and a sharp look in his eyes.

“In the direction of Qimin Bridge.” Shuisheng said. He has a strong sense of direction. Although he is illiterate, he has an excellent memory of topography and street shapes.

Just as he was talking, Shui Sheng let out a sigh, and then his eyes filled with ecstasy.

 Because of the explosion just now, he lowered his head subconsciously 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 to call a rickshaw and the rickshaw driver were still lying on the ground in a panic. Only the man who appeared 'suddenly' stood in the hotel in a daze. door.

Yes, from Shuisheng's point of view, this man was just stupid. There was such a big explosion, but he didn't react at all, not even taking any action to avoid it.

 What made him excited was that this person was the target of their assassination this time:

 The target is just there, so conspicuous, with no obstructions around it!

At this moment, Shuisheng didn't hesitate at all, he aimed his crosshairs and pulled the trigger with his finger.

boom!

 He saw the man's skull being blown off and his whole body falling backwards.

At this moment, Shuisheng felt as comfortable as eating a watermelon fished out of a deep well in the dog days of summer. He was so happy that his heart was filled with joy.

"What's going on?" The fourth uncle rushed to the window to look. He subconsciously looked in the direction of the Asakusa Hotel and saw shouts and running noises at the door of the hotel. The most conspicuous thing was the man lying on the ground.

 “That person?” asked the fourth uncle.

 “Yeah.” Shuisheng nodded.

"Who asked you to shoot?" Fourth Uncle was very angry. "Who asked you to shoot? I've told you before. Killing this man is not an issue. What's important is how we can escape."

As he said that, the fourth uncle glared at Shuisheng angrily, and did not bother to continue scolding his nephew. He said decisively, "Quick! Retreat! We can't stay in this place!"

Shui Sheng naturally understood this. He put his spear on his back and went to pack his luggage in the inner room.

　　"Put the bird away!" Fourth uncle directly picked up the briefcase on the ground, "Follow me!"

Then he saw his nephew picking up the sack and about to wrap the spear, and cursed angrily, "I don't want the spear anymore, just take the mirror box and leave quickly!"

"This gun..." Shui Sheng hesitated. He spent five oceans to buy this mid-level rifle from the defeated soldiers of the national army, and he liked it very much.

 “No more.” Fourth uncle said extremely seriously, “Let’s go!”

The two of them hurried downstairs. Instead of walking through the front door, they opened the back door and fled along the path to the back door.

 “What a bastard, why did you shoot!” The fourth uncle walked quickly, still angrily unable to understand why his nephew would do such a reckless behavior.

Shui Sheng has been doing this job of licking blood from the edge of a knife for two years. His marksmanship is accurate and he is very clever. It’s like he was born to eat this kind of food. He has never made any mistakes. What happened this time?

"Fourth uncle, that man is standing there stupidly. It makes him look stupid. I really can't help it." Shui Sheng said with aggrieved Bala.

　　Previously, he thought that the target was Japanese and seemed to have a good background. He thought that the deposit of five small yellow croakers and the balance payment of four large yellow croakers was a bit small.

However, now Shui Sheng feels that his employer is a good person and the business is profitable. Such a stupid goal is really rare.

 …

 No. 76, Jisfield Road.

 “Have you spoken?” Su Chende asked with a gloomy expression.

 He glanced at the tortured, inhuman shape of the whole forest, and snorted coldly.

"No." The torture agent shook his head, "Director, this kid is smellier and harder than the stones in the latrine. His leg bones have been smashed piece by piece, but it's still useless."

Su Chende was a little surprised. He really didn't expect that the whole forest would be so talented.

"Director, if this is still over there, my subordinates will feel like they are scrutinizing the Red Party." the agent said.

Su Chende clicked his tongue, he really felt that way.

This Quan Lin is a young man with a serious lack of fighting experience, but he has a strong backbone. He is very similar to the young people he has interrogated who were "bewitched" by the Red Party.

“Director, could this person be a member of the Red Party?” the agent asked.

Su Chende frowned. He understood what this subordinate meant. He suspected that Quan Lin was a person arranged by the Red Party to infiltrate the special intelligence team of Shanghai Military Command.

However, Su Chende shook his head.

His intuition told him that this person was an operative of the Shanghai Special Intelligence Team of the Military Command, not a member of the Red Party.

 This is an indescribable intuition, relying on his background in the Red Party, his understanding of the Red Party, and his experience in interrogating so many Red Party members over the years.

However, it still needs to be reviewed.

"Continue to torture." Su Chende said coldly, "Take out the words from his mouth and I want to see what they are."

 Out of the torture chamber.

Su Chende returned to his office. He picked up the watering kettle and slowly watered several pots of flowers in the office.

Quan Lin was just a little guy from Shanghai's special situation team, and he didn't take it seriously anymore. He had just gone to the torture room to check the situation. He was just thinking about whether Quan Lin confessed. , and got some unexpected gains, it would be wonderful.

 Besides, what he likes most about such a tough-minded young man is seeing him begging for mercy and opening his mouth in the face of cruel punishment.

 At this moment, there was a roar.

Su Chende was startled and looked outside through the window.

"Go and check where the noise is." Su Chende immediately opened the office door and shouted to an agent passing by in the corridor.

　　Seeing his men hurriedly running away to inquire about the situation, Su Chende felt a little anxious for no reason.

Because although he didn't know where the sound came from specifically, he heard that the sound came from the east, and Qimin Hospital was in the east.

At this time, the phone on the desk rang.

Su Chende's heart skipped a beat. He quickly walked to the phone and grabbed the receiver, "I'm Su Chende!" "Director, something happened." An urgent and panicked shout came from the other end of the phone.

Su Chende's expression changed, and the feeling of restlessness just now came true.

 His heart sank.

"What happened? Where's Cao Yu? Let your team leader Cao talk to me!" Su Chende shouted sharply.

 A few minutes later, the agents of No. 76 saw Director Su hurriedly running towards the stairs on the third floor.

The third floor is where Deputy Director Li’s office is located. It is heavily guarded every day. There is an iron fence at the top of the stairs. You need to pass three sentries to get to Deputy Director Li’s office.

 …

 “Mr. Ouyang, I’ll leave this matter to you.” Cheng Qianfan clasped his fists and said politely.

In front of him was an old man in his fifties or sixties. The old man had a gloomy face and snorted coldly and ignored him.

Cheng Qianfan’s expression immediately darkened.

“Mr. Cheng, I’m here to accept the request on behalf of the master.” A thin young man next to him quickly said with a smile.

With that said, he said to the old man, "Master, you are not in good health. Please go and rest first. I will let my disciple entertain Mr. Cheng here."

 The old man snorted, finally sighed, stamped his feet and walked away.

“My master is not in good health and has a weird temper. Mr. Cheng forgives me.” Ruan Jinjing quickly apologized to Cheng Qianfan and explained.

 “It’s not that your master is in poor health, he looks very good.” Cheng Qianfan sneered.

“Mr. Cheng is coming to Liyuan for the first time, how about Ruan go shopping with Mr. Cheng?” Ruan Jinjing avoided the topic and said.

“It’s not my first time here, I just haven’t visited it properly.” Cheng Qianfan said.

“This time is just in time, Ruan will take us around for a while.” Ruan Jinjing said overjoyed.

 …

This is an ancient courtyard-style building facing south in Nanshi. It is a Liyuan office founded by Shanghai actors and actresses.

When the Liyuan Office was first built, the Patriarch Hall was dedicated to the statue of Lao Langshen, the actor’s Patriarch.

 There are five rooms in the front hall and the east and west wings of the hall, which are shaped like a Chinese ziggurat. The second floor is the office and meeting room of the leader of the acting world. Actors gather and carry out activities in the hall. The ancestors are worshiped during the New Year and festivals, and incense is abundant.

 In the first year of the Republic of China, five additional buildings with five floors and five bases and six side rooms were built.

 The company purchased several righteous lands and villas for the purpose of burying deceased artists.

The public school also runs the Zhenling School, which admits children of actors and actresses free of charge. Because the children of actors were discriminated against and could not enter the school, the school was later renamed Zhenling Primary School. Its name was given by Wang Xiaoyi, a patriotic artist in the late Qing Dynasty. Zhenling means birch. The hazel tree is a deciduous shrub, and the spherical nuts growing on the hazel tree are called "hazel lings." The name is given in the hope that the older generation will work hard to cultivate the next generation, and the pear orchard will flourish.

"Is this what Mr. Sun mentioned?" Cheng Qianfan asked, looking at the four words "Explain yourself" on the frame.

 During the Revolution of 1911, Peking Opera artists also participated in the revolutionary struggle.

 Liyuan Office organized a suicide squad from the acting world to attack the Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau from nine acres of land. They used the unique martial arts skills of Peking opera actors to climb over the wall and break in. They detonated bombs and exploded to disrupt the Qing army's position, thus contributing to the recovery of Shanghai.

Later, Mr. Sun personally went to the Liyuan Office to have cordial discussions and take photos with Peking Opera artists, and wrote a plaque with "Experienced Statements" on the spot to commend his merits.

“This is a replica.” Ruan Jinjing explained, “The current situation is turbulent. To prevent Mr. Sun’s inscription from being damaged, Master and the others put the plaque away properly.”

“Hmm.” Cheng Qianfan nodded. He took another look at the four words ‘explain one’s own experience’ and said, “Mr. Sun’s words are just right for the moment.”

He looked at Ruan Jinjing with a half-smile, "The concession is prosperous and of great benefit to Shanghai. As this commemorative day approaches, we need Liyuan to 'come out and speak out' to celebrate with the people."

His visit to the Liyuan Office this time was to invite people from the Liyuan Office to participate in commemorative activities jointly organized by the French Concession authorities and the Public Concession to commemorate the 96th anniversary of the opening of Shanghai.

The old man just now was Ruan Jinjing’s master. He was very contemptuous of Mr. Xiao Cheng, who had always been pro-Japanese. He said he had “no respect” in his words and refused to send people from the Liyuan Office to participate in foreign celebrations.

In the old man's view, the opening of Shanghai in the 23rd year of Daoguang's reign was a mandatory requirement of the Treaty of Nanjing. For Shanghainese and Chinese people, it was a history of extreme humiliation.

 In this case, the Liyuan Office is not allowed to sing and dance for foreigners to celebrate.

“Mr. Cheng is right,” Ruan Jinjing said quickly, “It is truly an honor for the Liyuan Office to be able to contribute to commemorating the opening of Shanghai.”

 He had a serious expression and said seriously, "We would like to thank Mr. Cheng for this opportunity."

"I feel 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 fast running came from the yard.

 “Brother Fan! Brother Fan!” The voice arrived before the person arrived.

"What's the matter?" Cheng Qianfan looked at Hou Pingliang, who was running and panting, and asked in a deep voice.

Hou Pingliang glanced at Ruan Jinjing.

“Mr. Cheng, Ruan will not accompany you anymore. If necessary, send someone to look for me at any time.” Ruan Jinjing said knowingly.

Seeing Ruan Jinjing walking away, Hou Pingliang reported, "Brother Fan, there was a gunshot over the Qimin Bridge. Someone robbed the No. 76 **** truck and blew up the Quanmin Bridge with a bomb."

 “When did it happen?!” Cheng Qianfan’s expression changed and he asked urgently.

“Just half an hour ago,” Hou Pingliang said, “the Japanese and No. 76 said that assassins ran into the French Concession and asked to be allowed to enter the French Concession to search.”

"What did the Political Department say?" Cheng Qianfan asked as he walked hurriedly, his face gloomy.

"The Political Department does not allow the Japanese to enter the concession. The Japanese are arrogant and require the concession to be released." Hou Pingliang said, "Your Excellency Tande ordered Brother Fan to go to the Political Department and let you handle 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 get into another car and he came to drive Brother Fan.

 Cheng Qianfan bent down and got into the car.

"Brother Fan, where are you going?" Hou Pingliang asked, "Should we go back to the patrol room first or..."

"Go to Qimin Bridge." Cheng Qianfan said in a gloomy tone, "I don't even know what the situation is in Qimin Bridge. How should I deal with it?"

He went to Qiminqiao without worrying about arousing suspicion—

Upon hearing the bad news, Kentaro Miyazaki must have gone to Qiminqiao to see the situation.

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