Killing Peng San, this is not a big deal for Deng Zhenting, after all, Peng San has come into contact with him, and keeping him will always be a flaw.

After Deng Zhenting slowly walked out of Foch Road, he waved a rickshaw.

"Sir, where are you going?" The rickshaw driver asked.

"British Concession, Edinburgh Road." Deng Zhenting said and got into the rickshaw.

"Sir, sit tight." Said the coachman.

Deng Zhenting did not answer the rickshaw driver, he sat on the car and pulled the body, stretched out his hand and touched the pocket of his coat.

"The dollar is indeed a good thing, but too many people have the life to take it, but not to spend it." Deng Zhenting said in his heart.

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Chen Baohua sat in front of the coffee table, on which there were a few plates of side dishes and a pot of wine, and on this New Year's Day, which was destined to be unable to reunite with any family, Chen Baohua decided to have a beautiful drink by himself.

I picked up the wine glass and was about to take a sip, when I heard the wooden door in the small courtyard ring.

"Knock knock." There was a knock on the door.

The vigilant Chen Baohua stood up, he took out the gun from his waist that never left his body, and walked out of the door with steady and silent steps.

"Knock knock." Two more knocks on the door.

It seemed that there was no movement in the door for a long time, so the man outside the door said, "Young Master Cheng, I was sent by the master from the south to send you money." ”

Chen Baohua frowned, still vigilant and did not open the door.

Immediately after that, the knock on the door changed and became regular, and Chen Baohua listened quietly, it was the code that the military commander and the central command had contacted and jointly stabbed Wang last time.

"I'm the contact person for the military command." Chen Baohua translated the knock on the door.

Despite this, the vigilant Chen Baohua still held a gun, slowly hid behind the door, and opened the door.

Outside the door was Deng Zhenting, who came from the French Concession, Deng Zhenting got off the rickshaw on Edinburgh Road, and walked two more streets before coming here vigilantly.

Seeing the door open, Deng Zhenting slowly walked into the small courtyard, and as soon as he entered the door, he felt a chill in the back of his head, and he was pressed against the muzzle of Chen Baohua's gun.

Deng Zhenting calmly raised his hands, "Little Chen Gongzi, please calm down." ”

"Don't look back." A voice came from behind him.

After Chen Baohua quickly closed the wooden door with his other hand, he spoke again: "Go forward and enter the living room." ”

Hearing this, Deng Zhenting honestly walked towards the living room.

When he arrived in the living room, Chen Baohua stretched out his hand and skillfully groped in Deng Zhenting's coat, then took out Deng Zhenting's gun, threw the gun on the sofa behind him seemingly casually, and then said: "Find a place to sit." ”

Feeling the muzzle of the gun at the back of his head move, Deng Zhenting twisted his neck relaxedly, sat on the sofa, looked at the side dishes and drinks on the coffee table and said, "Xiao Chen Gongzi is this, raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow will become a trio." ”

"Who are you?" Chen Baohua was obviously too lazy to chat with Deng Zhenting.

"I am the newly sent head of the Shanghai station from Chongqing, responsible for the second assassination of "Wang", and the Chongqing Military Command should have sent you information before. Deng Zhenting said.

Chen Baohua nodded when he heard this, and said slowly: "You came to see me, but you have a plan?" ”

Seeing that Chen Baohua was so straight to the point and neat, Deng Zhenting didn't talk nonsense, nodded hurriedly and said: "Tomorrow at six o'clock in the afternoon, at the International Hotel, Wang Zhaoming will hold a banquet to entertain the senior management of the agent headquarters, this is a great opportunity." ”

Chen Baohua heard the words and asked: "The news is reliable?" Don't spend the same amount of effort as last time, but let us unite with your army and make a fool of yourself. ”

Deng Zhenting waved his hand when he heard this, but said nothing.

"How are you going to arrange it?" Chen Baohua asked again.

Deng Zhenting sighed, "The military commander is now only left with the Hurricane team, and the rest of the personnel have basically been evacuated, so this time we need your strong cooperation." ”

Chen Baohua had long expected the general, nodded and said, "Don't worry, it's all for the party-state." ”

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In the backyard hut, Lao Fang, Luo Xian, and Zheng Jingxian were sitting at the small table next to the charcoal fire, drinking and eating.

Luo Xian's cheeks flushed, he looked at the wine glass in his hand, and said in a somewhat vague voice: "I think it's been nearly two years since I've eaten such a meal." ”

Zheng Jing patted Luo Xian's shoulder when he heard the words and said, "Comrade Luo Xian, you have suffered. ”

"Who is the man who sent me the look of a rich boy? When he talked to Lao Fang, I felt that he was not simple. Luo Xian asked.

Hearing Luo Xian mention Tang Yi, Lao Fang and Zheng Jingxian both shook their heads and said nothing.

Seeing that the two of them were silent, Luo Xian also knew about the organizational discipline, so he stopped asking.

Originally, Lao Fang wanted to take advantage of New Year's Day to buy wine for himself and Zheng Jing to have a good holiday, but he didn't expect Tang Yi to suddenly rescue Luo Xian, in order to stay vigilant, neither of them drank alcohol, but let Luo Xian drink.

Immediately after Luo Xian talked about what he had suffered in prison in the past two years, and listened to what Lao Fang and Zheng Jingxian said about the situation in the past two years, he was angry and annoyed for a while, and after a while, he fell asleep on the table after drinking.

Seeing that Luo Xiandu was snoring, Zheng Jing first took a closer look and confirmed that he was really asleep, then smiled, took a bite of peanuts and said, "According to what you said before, Tang Yi seems to have changed his mind and wants to join us?" ”

"He's still hesitant, but I think there's a good chance." The old man replied.

"Shall I report to the organization?" Zheng Jing asked first.

Lao Fang thought for a while and nodded, "This time, it's best to let the organization send a special commissioner to show that we attach importance to it." ”

"Okay, according to my opinion, Director Zhou attaches great importance to Tang Yi, and it must be no problem to send a commissioner down." Zheng Jing said first and was about to reach out to take the wine, ready to take a sip.

Seeing this, Lao Fang stretched out his hand to stop him, "The matter is not finished yet, there are more important things to explain to you." ”

Zheng Jingxian looked straight when he heard this, and hurriedly put down the wine.

"Before Tang Yi left, I told me that Wang Zhaoming will hold a banquet at the International Hotel at 6 p.m. tomorrow to entertain the high-level officials of the secret service headquarters, and the military command will arrange an assassination tomorrow night. Lao Fang said seriously.

Zheng Jing was stunned for a moment and hurriedly said: "This is definitely no problem, and the organization has explained it before, if there is an action to stab "Wang" in the military command, we will also help when necessary." ”

The old man nodded and said, "You will first report Tang Yi's affairs through the radio in a while, and then go to the vicinity of the International Hotel to step on it, and after I arrange Comrade Luo Xian, I will go to you." ”

"Got it." After that, Zheng Jing stood up first and reluctantly glanced at the wine, then turned around and walked out of the room.

After Zheng Jing left first, Lao Fang glanced at Luo Xian, who was sleeping on the wine table, and moved him to the bed with a wry smile.