He Zifeng spread out the list, put it on the table, rowed it in front of Gu Jianjun, and said to him with a wry smile, look at it, what now?

This, this...... Gu Jianjun was also dumbfounded, and he said to He Zifeng, this list is provided by the military commander, and it will be verified by our side, and after there is no problem, we will discuss how to act, I didn't expect them to list you as a target for assassination. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is normal, after all, I am now in the newspaper, and I am also the secretary and translator adviser of the gendarmerie command, and in terms of rank, it is not low.

He Zifeng joked, but there was a trace of bitterness on the corner of his mouth. Gu Jianjun thought for a while and said, when the meeting is held, I vetoed the idea of assassinating you, but it really can't be done, I will tell the military commander about your situation, and your personal safety must be guaranteed!

It's not okay. He Zifeng shook his head and said, you can't do this.

He looked at Gu Jianjun with a firm gaze, you are doing this, you are violating the rules of the organization, we are a one-line contact, and you can't disclose my situation to anyone without asking your superiors.

In addition, my assassination is a good thing on another level, because it will make Yuya Kato trust me even more, and my work will be carried out better.

Gu Jianjun couldn't help but be anxious, and his voice also raised several degrees, how can I have time to report your situation at this time, besides, my life is gone, how can I carry out my work?

Don't forget who I am. He Zifeng smiled and said, Okay, I'm leaving, oh yes, I want to ask you something, have any of our comrades entered Shanghai recently?

No, why do you ask?

He Zifeng was silent, shook his head, and then walked out of No. 3 Renhe Road.

There was no one on the street, He Zifeng just walked forward, the dim light stretched his figure, and it looked particularly bleak on the wet and cold stone road.

There were a few staggering Japanese officers walking on the street, obviously drinking too much, singing loudly and walking forward, He Zifeng stopped and just watched those people pass by him.

Continuing on, there came a man on the opposite side, of medium height, with vague steps, wearing a shabby leather trench coat, which enveloped the whole person, and his body was straight, but his face was very dirty, and his hair was unusually messy, and he was like a beggar.

He Zifeng stopped again, he saw that person walking past him, he knew that the other party was not a beggar, because of the different temperament, but from his footsteps, it could be seen that that person had not eaten for at least 3 days.

At the same time, He Zifeng felt that those Japanese officers were more than lucky, because the man's eyes were very sharp, and he kept staring at the Japanese officers not far in front of him.

After thinking about it, He Zifeng continued to move forward, he didn't want to care about these things, the Japanese, if they die, they will die, these years, there will always be so many Japanese people dying every day.

Tonight, He Zifeng felt that the road was particularly long, he was distraught for a while, and halfway through, he stopped, and then turned to the other side.

At the door of Legome, a few black shirts were chatting, He Zifeng stood at the door, looked around the door, the traces after the attack that day were no longer visible, and the inside was rejuvenated, and he even faintly heard the sweet voice of the singer, a little tired, straight to the bottom of the heart, like maltose.

The revolving door was still the same, He Zifeng pushed it in, and suddenly, a stream of air rushed in.

It was a hot current of aromas, wines, and extravagances, and it galloped through the music and the noise, striking the senses.

He Zifeng's figure couldn't help shaking, just this kung fu of entering the door, he felt that he was really completely relaxed, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, thinking that the first time, it was the seventh master who asked him to come, and this time, he took the initiative to come.

It turns out that thinking and not wanting to feel that it will be so much worse.

Taking a glass of wine, he took a sip, a glass of vodka, spicy and pungent, like a stream of industrial alcohol.

Several black shirts patrolling the infield saw He Zifeng almost at the same time, and hurriedly ran over, Master He, you are here, the private seat of the seventh master upstairs is empty, do you see if you go up and sit or ......

He Zifeng looked around, and said with a smile, I won't go up, that position is too conspicuous, I'll just sit back in front of the bar, you guys are busy with yours, don't worry about me.

The black-shirted men answered and left, and He Zifeng sat down in front of the bar, looking at the lights around him.

The array of things in front of him was in stark contrast to the war outside, and He Zifeng felt that this was a deformed beauty.

He didn't sit long before getting up and leaving, but when he got to the door, he stopped because the lights on the second floor were on.

This is a strange phenomenon, the eight people who followed themselves, the Qian brothers lived in the tea house, 3 of them were in the hospital, and the other 3 were at home today, they would never go up to the second floor, so now the lights on the second floor are on, who went up?

Thinking of this, he walked in quickly, but saw Xiao Liu and the others sitting downstairs, and when he saw He Zifeng coming in, he hurriedly got up and surrounded him.

Who's upstairs? Why are the lights on?

Xiao Liu opened his mouth, but he stopped talking, He Zifeng stopped talking, he looked up, and then pushed Xiao Liu away and walked towards the stairs.

The upstairs door was hidden, He Zifeng pushed the door open, and a familiar back entered his line of sight, and He Zifeng's body was also shocked, and he said in disbelief, Mom? Y—Why did you come back?

Yes, Wang Xianglian is back, she heard He Zifeng calling her, her body trembled slightly, and her eyes when she looked back at her son were full of tenderness, yes, I'm back, how are you doing during my absence?

Mom!

He Zifeng stepped forward a few steps and knelt heavily in front of Wang Xianglian, the man's tears couldn't help but flow out, Wang Xianglian saw He Zifeng like this, and couldn't help but cry, and reached out to take his son into his arms, what's wrong? How can I cry so well, people who are almost 30 years old are not afraid of other people's jokes when they spread it.

He Zifeng raised his head from Wang Xianglian's arms and said with a smile, what's wrong with his son crying in his mother's arms? Who dares to laugh at me?

Wang Xianglian helped He Zifeng up, glanced at him angrily, and said to him, I heard that you are now a man of the year in Shanghai, the perfect transformation of a little clockmaker, not bad!

He Zifeng couldn't help but blush, Mom, it's not what you think, I'll tell you about these things slowly in the future, by the way, why did you come back, isn't France good? And, what about the girl? Why didn't the girl come back with you?

Wang Xianglian looked at He Zifeng with a smile and said to him, I came back because ...... The sunflowers are blooming.

He Zifeng's whole person was suddenly struck by lightning, and at the same time, he took several steps back.