"Ahh

Zhang Wanteng stood on the side of the road eating fried dough sticks, taking out a handkerchief and sneezing from time to time, his throat was swollen and sore and he wanted to spit out his tonsils.

In the spring, everything recovered, and various viruses were also recovering, and Zhang Wanteng was unfortunately infected with spring influenza. At this time, he had a slight fever, fatigue, dry throat and sore throat, but fortunately, Japanese and Western medicine gave him, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get out of bed this morning.

Zhang Wanteng carried a briefcase under his arm, which contained four bombs. He was just a beginner when it came to assassination, and he had just learned how to shoot a bomb.

Zhang Wanteng's father was an old Japanese spy who was active in Tianjin during the First Sino-Japanese War, and it was not until his 15th birthday that Zhang Wanteng knew that he was of mixed Chinese and Japanese descent. He was then sent to the Tongwen Academy in Shanghai, where he underwent two years of spy training, and then joined Sun Chuanfang's army as a logistical officer, responsible for providing political and economic intelligence to Japan.

Until the fall of Sun Chuanfang's power, Zhang Wanteng had become the logistics director of a certain department, and joined the troops to join the Nanjing Nationalist Government. At this time, Zhang Wanteng suffered from a serious lung disease and recuperated at home for a full year, missing the best opportunity for career promotion.

Ten years have passed, Zhang Wanteng has wasted his years, and he only works as a small deputy section chief in Jiangning County. He goes to and from work every day, his wife is virtuous, he has both children and daughters, and if he doesn't regularly deliver information to the connectors, he will almost forget his identity as a spy.

There are countless Japanese spies like Zhang Wanteng in China, and their intelligence work efficiency is extremely low.

This information had to be sent to the special high school to be summarized, but the special high school acted rudely and used inferior methods, and often collected but not collected, and sent it to the headquarters in one go. Sometimes if you have too much information and you can't get to the point, you don't get the information.

British and French officials in China often ridiculed the Japanese spy agencies, believing that the Japanese could only achieve five points of achievement after spending 10 percent of their money and 12 percent of their energy.

Serving the Japanese Empire?

Zhang Wanteng has long lost that spirit, he just wants to live a good life, and even the usual delivery of information is very perfunctory.

But the Black Dragon Society and the Special High School sent him to assassinate him and make him a dead soldier, but Zhang Wanteng had to do it. Obeying orders has become a habit, and he does not dare to disobey it, otherwise he and his wife and children will suffer, and his old mother who is far away in Tianjin will also be killed.

There is no turning back for the spy, either die or keep doing it.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!"

Zhang Wanteng covered his mouth and coughed repeatedly, and he couldn't stop coughing up, feeling that his lungs were about to cough out of his throat.

A young man passed by him and whispered, "Zhou Hexuan is here, and he is in a rickshaw." The first car is for the bodyguards, Zhou Hexuan and the female secretary are sitting in the second car, and there are three other cars behind for the bodyguards and luggage, and they will be here in about a few minutes. ”

Zhang Wanteng suddenly became nervous, and stood on the side of the road anxiously waiting.

After another two minutes, the young man suddenly came in a rickshaw and said eagerly: "The target has made a temporary detour, let's go directly to the train station to intercept it, hurry up and get on the bus!" ”

Zhang Wanteng hurriedly climbed into the rickshaw, and due to the violent action, his lungs were pulled and he coughed violently.

The spring cold is steep, and the fast-moving rickshaw blows hard with the wind.

Zhang Wanteng felt that his cold was more serious, the high fever that had receded in the middle of the night, and there were signs of a comeback, he was so uncomfortable that he just wanted to close his eyes and sleep.

Standing outside the train station, Zhang Wanteng took out a copy of "Mingcheng Anthology" and read it in a fake way.

This is his assassination prop, he wants to pretend to be an admirer of Zhou Hexuan, and try to get close under the pretext of asking for an autograph, so that he can hit the target more accurately with both guns and bombs.

"Someone is coming!"

The young man walked past Zhang Wanteng, dropped a sentence and disappeared immediately.

Zhou Hexuan really came, and stopped outside the train station.

Zhu Guozhen got out of the car first, hid his hand in his sleeve and looked around, and Sun Yongzhen followed Zhou Hexuan, responsible for the situation behind the guard side. Yu Peichen commanded two retinues who were responsible for carrying the luggage, both of whom were reliable people hired by the hotel.

As for the Kuomintang spy Shen Zui, he has been chatting with Zhou Hexuan, he is playing a special reporter of the news agency, and he wants to conduct a long-term interview with Zhou Hexuan.

Zhang Wanteng took a deep breath, walked towards Zhou Hexuan quickly, and suddenly made a happy expression: "Mr. Zhou! It's really Mr. Zhou! ”

"Stop!" Zhu Guozhen scolded.

Zhang Wanteng raised the "Mingcheng Anthology" in his hand and said with a smile: "I am Zhou ...... Ahem, I am a fan of Mr. Zhou's books and would like to ask Mr. Zhou for an autograph. ”

Zhu Guozhen said to Peichen: "Miss Yu, you go and bring the book." ”

Yu Peichen instructed his entourage to carry his luggage, paid the rickshaw fare, and then walked up to Zhang Wanteng and said, "Hello, please give me the book." ”

"Huh? Good! Zhang Wanteng was a little confused, and subconsciously handed the book to Yu Peichen.

This is different from what he expected, according to the normal situation, he can walk to Zhou Hexuan's side, and now he is seven or eight meters away.

Zhou Hexuan quickly signed the book and asked Yu Peichen to return it to Zhang Wanteng. Yu Peichen smiled and said: "Sir, I'm sorry, for the sake of Mr. Zhou's safety, I can't communicate with you face-to-face, thank you for your support to Mr. Zhou." ”

"I didn't ...... Nothing, ahem, ahem, ahem! Zhang Wanteng couldn't stop coughing.

Yu Peichen asked, "Mr. is very sick, go to the doctor quickly." ”

Zhang Wanteng casually made up a lie and said: "I have already taken medicine, and now I am going to Shanghai on a business trip." Did Mr. Zhou also go to Shanghai? I read in today's newspaper that Mr. Chow was going to England to attend the coronation of the British King. ”

"Yes," Yu Peichen said with a polite smile, "Sir, farewell!" ”

Zhou Hexuan and the others immediately walked to the station hall, and Zhang Wanteng also walked in with a briefcase, trying to find the best time to start. Even if his marksmanship is very good, it is difficult to hit at this moment, because Zhou Hexuan is blocked by the bodyguards and his entourage.

As for throwing bombs, those bodyguards are watching and listening, and the bombs thrown out are likely to be kicked back.

The more you go inside the station, the greater the flow of people, Zhang Wanteng coughed and squeezed inside, getting closer and closer to Zhou Hexuan.

Sun Yongzhen, who was in charge of the rear guard, said in a low voice: "The person who was about to sign just now has been following us." ”

Yu Peichen explained: "He is going to Shanghai on a business trip, maybe he will be on the same train as us. ”

Shen Zui suddenly laughed: "There is something wrong with this person." ”

"What's the problem?" Zhu Guozhen and Sun Yongzhen didn't see it.

Shen Zui explained: "He was nervous and kept staring at Mr. Zhou. ”

Yu Peichen said: "He is an admirer of Mr. Zhou, he should be very excited to see his idol." ”

"It's possible." Although Shen Zui couldn't be sure, he still used the corner of his eye to stare at Zhang Wanteng's every move.

There are too many people inside the station hall, and there is no chance to throw a bomb, and it is possible to bounce back if you bump into passengers halfway. Zhang Wanteng can also choose to pull off the safety bolt, calculate the seconds in his heart, and pounce directly on Zhou Hexuan's pile of people. But that is too difficult, and it may not necessarily blow Zhou Hexuan to death, after all, several bodyguards are guarding it.

Shen Zui saw Zhang Wanteng put his hand into the briefcase, and immediately became nervous. Seeing that the other party took out a newspaper from his bag, he was a little relieved, and at the same time laughed at himself for being too sensitive.

As a matter of fact, the professional spies of the Nanjing Black Dragon Society and the Special High School have been under the surveillance of the Kuomintang spies for the past few days. In particular, those who have the ability to carry out assassinations are the key targets of surveillance, after all, Nanjing belongs to the home field of Kuomintang spies.

On the contrary, it is an ordinary intelligence officer like Zhang Wanteng, who is a missed target, and he cannot be monitored, because the other party has not exposed his identity at all.

When passing by the ticket gate, Zhou Hexuan and others were queuing up to pass.

Zhang Wanteng suddenly ran over and said to the ticket inspector: "Friend, I bought the wrong ticket, when is the train to Shanghai?" ”

"Half past ten." The ticket inspector replied casually.

"Oh, thank you." Zhang Wanteng said.

When passing by Zhou Hexuan's side, Zhang Wanteng suddenly bent down and coughed, reached into his bag with his right hand and took out the pistol, and used newspapers to block the sight of others. He suddenly stood up straight, pointed his gun at Zhou Hexuan through the newspaper, and pulled the trigger with all his might.

At the moment of shooting, the crutch in Shen Zui's hand was raised high and slammed into the newspaper, and the muzzle of the gun tilted upward.

"Bang!"

A bullet flew diagonally past Zhou Hexuan's head, only about 10 centimeters from his scalp, and then hit the ceiling in the distance.

Before Zhang Wanteng could fire the second shot, Shen Zui and Zhu Guozhen had already pounced one after another, pinning the gunman to the ground. And Sun Yongzhen nervously guarded Zhou Hexuan's side, telling Zhou Hexuan to squat down quickly to prevent other assassins from replenishing their guns.

"Ahh

Passengers at the ticket gate screamed and fled, and the surroundings became empty in an instant.

The police at the station came quickly, only to see the assassin being held down by two big men, coughing with a red face: "Cough, cough, cough, cough......"

This time it was really not pretending, Zhang Wanteng really wanted to see the doctor again.