"Tofu brains are messing with!"

"Fresh horseshoe baked cakes, crispy fruits!"

Walking at the mouth of the alley in Beiping in the early morning, the sound of Beijing flavor entering the eardrum from time to time, Geng Chaozhong hiccuped - the porridge and cakes cooked by the old man just now were quite hungry, or he really wanted to eat a few bowls of tofu brain to relieve his hunger.

Geng Chaozhong is such a person - he loves to cause trouble, he is not afraid of things, but he is not panicked when something happens, at this point, what is there to fear?

After a few steps, I walked to the door of the Dong-A Daily office with a wooden sign on a black and white background, which is a long-established newspaper in Beiping, which has been in existence since the time of the Beiyang government, and as we all know, this is a Japanese-owned newspaper.

Just 20 years ago, this newspaper also signed 21 articles for Yuan Shikai to advocate for him!

Geng Chaozhong chose this newspaper office, but also has his own purpose - last night's grievances, he can't just swallow it so gently, as a special commissioner of the Beiping Station of the Special Service of the Fuxing Society, he became the commander of the light pole as soon as he came, and if he didn't give the Japanese some eye medicine, they really didn't think there was anyone at the Beiping Station!

After a few glances at the newspaper, I found that this newspaper is really a big business, just looking at this pomp: a three-story Western-style house, a black car with a water at the door, and a janitor carrying a short stick, I know that this newspaper is quite authoritative.

It is not authoritative, because this newspaper often publishes some pro-Japanese remarks and advocates something about East Asia, because of this, there are many patriotic masses and students who come to find trouble.

Geng Chaozhong glanced at the door number of the newspaper office a few times, but he didn't go in - he ran around all night last night, and the long shirt on his body was dirty and smelly, and he was really not photogenic, so he would definitely not be able to scare people if he went in like this.

After thinking about it, Geng Chaozhong waited for a while, and finally stopped a "celebrity" wearing a plaid suit and gold-wire glasses passing by, and said with a mysterious face: "The little jade in the Eight Great Hutongs wants to be redeemed, do you know?" Would you like to be interesting and leave me a message? ”

The "celebrity" pushed Geng Chaozhong away with a disgusted face, and was just about to start, Geng Chaozhong grabbed him and said again: "It's okay to stay overnight, it's okay to stay overnight, this little jade is a famous person!" If you want to have a figure, you want to have a means, just an ocean, you are a person, isn't it a casual thing? ”

"An ocean?" The "celebrity" glanced at Geng Chaozhong, although he hadn't heard of any little jade, but how could he lose face at this moment?

Besides, these eight alleys are famous buildings and halls in the capital, and the beauties in them have to spend the night, not to mention three oceans, and the price of this ocean is really groundbreaking - the first time!

"Where can I lie to you, don't believe it, you come with me, it's not far away, a few steps away." Geng Chaozhong's face was serious.

.........

A moment later, the "celebrity" was lying in the hidden place of the alley with a blue nose and swollen face, and the one who appeared at the mouth of the alley was already Geng Chaozhong, who was wearing gold-wire glasses and looked like a scum.

He walked gracefully to the door of the newspaper office, and the exit was fluent Japanese: "お母さんは死にましたか (Is your mother dead)?" ”

The doorman who guarded the door was stunned, he was just a doorman, just a few simple Japanese, what Geng Chaozhong said just now seemed a little complicated, and Geng Chaozhong over there immediately changed his words, and blurted out a broken Chinese:

"What floor is Editor Zhao on?"

"Editor Zhao, which editor Zhao?" The doorman was a little confused, there are many people with the surname Zhao in the capital, don't say the name, who knows who is who.

"Baga, I don't know Editor Zhao, you just tell me what floor it is, I'll look for it!" Geng Chaozhong scolded.

The doorman was stunned, he didn't dare to slack off, the Japanese were looking for an editor, and he must be the one with the highest status, so he said: "Deputy Editor-in-Chief Zhao is in room 209 on the second floor, the one at the far east, you wait, I'll report it." ”

"Baga, Lao Tzu will go up by himself!"

Geng Chaozhong waved his hand and pushed the doorman aside, but the doorman didn't dare to stop him, and watched Geng Chaozhong go up.

Entering the building, Geng Chaozhong did not look for Zhao Deputy Editor-in-Chief of Lao Shizi, but drove straight into the third floor - at this time, the radio signal ability was poor, and it was generally placed in the highest place, and sure enough, after coming to the third floor, there was a familiar "Didi" sound in a room at the east end.

Geng Chaozhong didn't say much, and walked to the door of the room with the word "radio" hanging on it, the door was ajar, and when he looked in, several staff members in black tunics were receiving signals inside, Geng Chaozhong pushed the door in, and with a "click", the door was locked from the inside.

"Who are you? How did you get in?! ”

A middle-aged man with glasses turned his head, looked at the uninvited guest, and asked sharply, but what he said was authentic and fluent Japanese.

"How did you get in?" Geng Chaozhong sneered, "Naturally, I walked in with dignity." ”

As soon as the words fell, a grenade suddenly appeared in Geng Chaozhong's hand, which was the only belongings he had left last night.

"What do you want to do?!"

The middle-aged man's face suddenly showed a look of horror, Geng Chaozhong swept the desk without saying a word, and the copy paper just recorded by several newspaper collectors clearly read:

"Nanjing has made major concessions, and the Tanggu agreement will be signed soon."

Geng Chaozhong suddenly understood that the war outside Beiping was not in full swing, why did the Japanese dare to act so unscrupulously......

Over there, the middle-aged man began to move quietly, and his left hand also sneaked under the desk, Geng Chaozhong had already seen it, but he didn't react, just stared at the white paper in a daze - since the end of the Great Wall War of Resistance and the defeat of the Chinese army, Nanjing has been negotiating peace with the Japanese, and the city of Beiping, which has always been known as neutral, has become more and more dangerous for the Chinese army and the secret service.

Last night's incident may have been just the smallest aspect of the environment!

Sou!

The black grenade suddenly flew out and smashed on the arm of the middle-aged man who had just held the handle of the gun, and the strength of the grenade was so great that the middle-aged man's arm even appeared in an arc visible to the naked eye, and he sat down on the ground with a groan, and the pistol in the drawer also fell to the ground with a click.

He held back the pain, and was just about to pick up the pistol with his right hand, when a foot suddenly stepped on the back of his right hand, and the dusty black leather shoes twisted vigorously, and the middle-aged man's face was instantly deformed, and he couldn't help but open his mouth to scream, but a fist blocked his open mouth, followed by red and white, and the front teeth were spilled all over the ground, and the gun was already on his head.

The rest of the staff were already stunned in place.......

"This telecommunications room, I have the final say, if anyone moves again, the gun will not grow eyes!"

The pocket Browning skillfully rotated between Geng Chaozhong's palms, and the muzzle of the black hole swept over everyone present, and everyone realized that this uninvited guest in front of him was absolutely capable of nipped any movement in the bud!

"Send a telegram to this number in Nanjing, one less word, and a few of you will have one less head."

In everyone's ears, Geng Chaozhong's cold voice came.