Chapter VII: Murder

Seeing the car disappear from sight, He Zifeng turned around and shook his body violently!

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Hurriedly taking a few steps forward, He Zifeng looked around, and after making sure that there was no one, he gently erased the mark, and reached out to find a thin note between the mailbox and the wall.

"Peaceful, dangerous!"

The short three words made He Zifeng's pupils shrink into a pinpoint!

Peaceful, what will happen to Xianghe Teahouse? Was it betrayed? Or was it discovered? Or ......

Countless possibilities burst out in an instant, He Zifeng didn't have time to think about it, he had to notify Boss Wan as soon as possible, otherwise, his line would be broken again.

The reason why the underground hidden front is hidden is that countless martyrs have accumulated experience in exchange for blood, He Zifeng is not sure that he can find another one after losing the Xianghe Teahouse, so he doesn't want to give up, and he can't give up, because as far as the operation of the entire line is concerned, the location of the Xianghe Teahouse is extremely important, and he can't guarantee that Boss Wan will confess after being arrested.

Once he confesses, he may cause devastating damage to the underground party organization in Shanghai, and even he may encounter danger.

The feet did not stop, and when passing by the Xianghe Teahouse, He Zifeng's footsteps slowed down.

"The third from the left, the fifth from the right, and the tobacco seller at the main entrance and the two rickshaw drivers all have problems! Half-raised shoulders, that is caused by long-term resistance to heavy weapons, and the middle part of the person is clean and white, which is the marks left by shaving the mustache! ā€

He Zifeng's footsteps were steady, and a group of suspicious people at the door of the Xianghe Teahouse immediately entered his sight, and in just a short time, he analyzed the characteristics of these people.

Japanese, absolutely nothing wrong!

Thinking of this, he hurried to his store, took out a watch from the drawer, turned around and went out again, and after a while, under the gaze of more than a dozen grim eyes, He Zifeng took a deep breath, a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and slowly walked into the teahouse: "Boss Wan!" ā€

"Yo, Boss He, welcome!" Boss Wan's head wearing reading glasses lowered, rolled his eyes, and couldn't help laughing: "Why do you have time to come to my small shop today?" ā€

He Zifeng looked around the store, his heart tightened slightly, and sure enough, there were still people in ambush in the teahouse.

"This is the watch you came to my shop to repair some time ago, and I'll send it back to you now." He Zifeng held his elbow on the counter, covering most of his body, but his fingers were tapping rapidly on the table.

Morse code!

At this time, it is completely impossible to hide clumsiness.

"Peaceful, dangerous!"

Boss Wan was just stunned, and then he saw the clue inside, and when he received this information, he didn't have any expression on his face, because he knew that now was not the time to ask He Zifeng why he knew Morse code.

"Is it really fixed? Then the guest still thinks it can't be repaired? ā€

Boss Wan took the watch with a smile, and tapped his fingers on the surface a few times: "Leave quickly!" ā€

He Zifeng also smiled: "In this beach, there is no watch that I can't repair, thanks to the patronage, 2 yuan!" ā€

"Look at my memory!" Boss Wan patted his head: "Wait, I'll go into the house and get the money." With that, he turned and went into the room.

At this moment, the two people on the square table stood up, but immediately sat back amid the coughing of the other person.

At this moment, Boss Wan walked out of the back room and handed a few brand-new banknotes to He Zifeng.

He Zifeng counted, but said softly: "What about Qin Yue?" ā€

Boss Wan was stunned again, and then put his left hand into a fist on his mouth and coughed a few times, and under the cover of coughing, his left fist hit his lips several times, sending out a message of "safety".

"The money is right." He Zifeng nodded and said with a smile: "Boss Wan, I'll leave first." ā€

"Wait!" Boss Wan stretched out his hand to stop He Zifeng, and said with a smile: "It's rare for Boss He to come to me, how can you just leave, come and come, come here, I'll ask the cousin to make you a pot of tea, it's not too late to leave after you finish drinking!" ā€

He Zifeng groaned, then nodded with a smile, and under the guidance of Boss Wan, he sat down at the side table, the cousin was very active, and hurriedly came up with two plates of snacks, and after a while, brought a pot of good tea, He Zifeng sniffed it, and then drank it in one gulp, nodding with a retrospective taste.

Seeing that He Zifeng was satisfied, Boss Wan had a smile on his face, and then greeted the other guests.

He Zifeng peeled a few melon seeds, but it was like chewing wax, and glanced at the table next to him, but found that they were also a little restless, they must have been here for a long time.

After ten minutes, a few guests came and left, He Zifeng saw that Boss Wan looked like he was in his chest, and his heart was also a lot more stable, so he planned to get up and say goodbye, and at this time, a large number of people came in at the door.

"Let's go, let's go out, this teahouse is covered today!"

He Zifeng looked up, he was too familiar, the black shirt and the box cannon on his waist were standard for the Green Gang!

As soon as the words fell, another person came in at the door, but it was Tu Tianchong, He Zifeng was stunned, and when the crowd dispersed, Tu Tianchong found him, without saying a word, he stretched out his hand to the back of the head of the brother who spoke before: "You are so blind, didn't He Ye see it here?" How do you speak? ā€

The brother staggered, looked up and saw that it was He Zifeng, and couldn't help but be intimidated: "He Ye!" He Ye! Brother, I didn't see you just now, there are too many people, this ...... This ......"

He Zifeng couldn't help but be happy, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm also planning to come." ā€

"Hey! Get out of here! Didn't hear or what? While the two were talking, they saw a brother next to him "bang" and slap the box cannon on his waist on the table in front of him, and the person sitting at that table was the Japanese spy who was squatting in the store.

"Eight Grid ......"

Little Japan is used to being domineering in Shanghai, how can it stand such anger? One of them scolded in a low voice, stood up awkwardly, stretched out his hand and reached out to his waist, Tu Tian rushed to the eye, and an arrow stepped forward and held it with one hand: "Ouch, Japanese? What are you doing? If you want to pull out a gun, you can't do it, it's quite horizontal! ā€

Saying in his mouth, his hand didn't stop, twisting with a belt, and suddenly kicked out with a big foot, and actually kicked the spy out of the gate directly, He Zifeng's eyes burst out, it was the first time he saw Tu Tian rush out, he didn't expect this guy to be so powerful.

The other two Japanese spies present suddenly couldn't sit still, and the Japanese spies squatting outside the door saw that their own people were kicked out, and they also hurriedly rushed over.

This battle made He Zifeng's feet slip, and he squatted on the ground, his lips were a little black: "Everyone, everyone, you, you, can you put down the gun first?" ā€

"Damn, who asked you to point a gun at He Ye, little six! Help Lord He get up and send him out, one is counted as one today, Lao Tzu has to kill all these cubs here! ā€

He Zifeng went out with trembling lips under the escort of Xiao Liu, and then walked out, his feet were in a hurry, and he almost fell down after taking a few steps, and a group of spies around the door only glanced at it, sneered disdainfully, and focused his eyes on Tu Tianchong and others in the building, in their opinion, He Zifeng was just an ordinary ordinary person who was frightened.

Staggering forward a few steps, He Zifeng raised his head, the winter sun was so good, the dazzling sunlight shone on his face, extremely warm, and it also made people a little groggy, he didn't stop, and suddenly another rush suddenly threw himself on the rickshaw driver who was squatting on the ground in front of him waiting for the guests.

The slender fingers trembled slightly, and a slight glimmer appeared in the sunlight, and pierced the back of the coachman's head with lightning speed, and disappeared in a flash......

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

He Zifeng hurriedly got up and quickly fled the scene amid the coachman's scolding, and at the same time as he disappeared into the street, the coachman suddenly stiffened, his eyes were quickly bloodshot, and then he fell straight to the ground, without breath......