"I'll leave the key to my room in that mailbox when I leave. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Shi Xin heard his voice tremble, but he immediately collected his mind and set his eyes on the street. "Do you know that guy at the gate of First Siberia?"

Shi Xin's contact eyes wandered, "I haven't seen it." ”

"He was already showing his head when you came out of Lady Greenhouse, and he retracted when you pulled your hair. When you get to Commander Kai's door, he pokes his head out again, so ......"

"So, he's a tail?"

"Yes, but I'm sure he's not from Seventy-Six."

Her eyes roamed his face again: "Why? ”

"First of all, he was unprofessional." Shi Xin said. While nibbling on a chestnut cake. She couldn't help but feel sad when she saw his eating appearance on the side, he actually gnawed half of this delicious food! There was also a large piece of cake crumbs sprinkled on the chest.

"But Seventy-Six often asks the gang to do some stalking," she said, as she brushed the cake crumbs off his chest, her fingers feeling his body tremble. "You should know he's from the gang just by looking at his outfit."

Shixin's heart is not made of stone, and his bones are at least half crispy, but even so, he can still keep a clear head: "Do you think that if such a big thing happened today, the seventy-sixth will still have the heart to send someone out to keep an eye on you?" He swallowed the remaining half of the chestnut cake in one gulp, "You see, he's wearing a suit, but the ingredients are crappy, and the collar is dirty and shiny, and the tie is not beaten!" Look at a pair of cloth shoes on his feet! If you look closely, the socks on his left foot are black, but the socks on his right foot are brown. He wiped his mouth very proudly: "The people of the seventy-sixth will not come out undressed to stalk, so you are not targeted by the seventy-sixth." ”

"So they let the gang keep an eye on me." Her tone was clearly quibbling.

Shi Xin's tone was like a teacher teaching a naughty student: "Did you notice his hands?" His hands were shaking. He started eating shredded chicken noodles, "It doesn't mean he's nervous – his craving for cigarettes is back up!" Why did he only wear so little on such a cold day? It's not that he's in good health, it's that he's so poor that he takes care of all his clothes. ”

Their voices are low, and there are no other customers upstairs, so naturally they will not attract the attention of others.

"So......" he said, stretching his voice, "you're so well dressed to attract thieves!" They just wait for you to go down, grab your bag and leave. Shi Xin smiled, showing a childlike innocent smile.

"A little thief." She laughed too.

Then, she lowered her head and sighed, "I can't come to see you off," she saw his disappointed face, "It's discipline, you know." Shi Xin's shaved beard was blue, and behind the bright lenses were his clear eyes, which looked like he was only twenty-five or sixteen years old. But she knew that he was thirty-two. His square face, thick eyebrows, straight nose and always a smile on his lips make him attractive to girls. She admits that Shi Xin is a lovely man, steady, old-fashioned, even a little shy, and his charming smile, although he is not handsome, but he has an irresistible courage.

A few years ago, she had already been impressed by him when she first interacted with him, but this heartthrob man always wore a beard and dressed himself up like a small citizen, according to himself, he didn't want to impress people, this is the survival rule of a dry agent.

Shi Xin also sighed secretly. He's known her for a long time, and she's always been his liaison, one-lined. She is so beautiful and full of the charm of a mature woman. But she was married, and she had already told him about it. She proudly told him that her "he" was a regimental commander of the Eighth Route Army.

How many nights will Stone Heart hold her hand in a dream, and then sigh secretly. People like him, who work in the shadows, rarely have the opportunity to contact women, let alone such amorous mature women. But he could only refrain from it, and she deliberately kept her distance from him, this woman was like a mirror in her heart.

"You go first! I'll take care of that little thug. Shi Xin picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth.

She took one last look at him, stood up resolutely, and did not look back downstairs. Shi Xin was in no mood to experience any separation, because the work was not finished yet.

The figure on the other side of the road immediately dodged out from behind the pillars of the First Siberian Fur Company and ran across the road.

She pretended not to notice the thug and walked out with her head down. The thug had been following her. However, all of a sudden, he seemed to have hit a wall, and seemed to be unsteady under his feet and was about to fall - Shi Xin tripped over him, and then "kindly" held him: "Ouch, little friend, be careful!" Come, I'll give you a hand. So saying, he picked up the thug and went west. That little gangster, his whole body was covered under an invisible pressure, and he couldn't even open his mouth, like a patient who was really incapacitated, dragged into an alley by Shixin.

Shi Xin looked around and searched him, this guy is really poor enough, he only has two copper circles with a corner and a few pawn tickets from Huxi Changji Pawnshop. Flip his hand open again. Sure enough, the thumb, index finger, and middle finger of the man's right hand were all burnt yellow - the marks left by the person who smoked a large cigarette every day with a smoking gun. But a tattoo on the man's wrist made him frown, and the man's wrist was tattooed with a centipede more than two inches long, which looked hideous and terrifying in the dim light.

"The Centipedes?" His suspicions were immediately confirmed, and the man also had a jet-black centipede thorn pinned to his waist, a bit like an Emei thorn, but shorter, and one end was forked, like the two pincers of a centipede. The jet-black color and faint fishy smell indicate that the centipede has been fed with poison on its stingers.

Stone Heart is starting to worry about his liaison. The Centipede Gang was originally just a small gang in Shanghai, doing some robberies on weekdays. But since the beating of the leader of the Centipede Gang the year before last, Boss Huang fell in love with the head of the devil "Mei Agency" - Qingqi Qingyin, the Centipede Gang has become a peripheral organization directly under the Mei Agency. Specializing in the dirty work of stalking, assassinating, and kidnapping progressives and underground party members in the concession is all work that the "Mei organ" cannot do on its own. After all, the Pacific War had not yet broken out, and Japan and British and American imperialism had not yet pulled off the last layer of skin, so they could not go deep into the concession to carry out their activities. The Centipede Gang fills this gap. And Boss Huang belongs to the kind of person who is brave and unscrupulous, and it is easy to control, unlike the sinister and cunning people on No. 76, who will one day be overwhelmed.

How could his contacts be targeted by the Centipedes? Shi Xin decided to find out.

"You're from the Centipede Gang?"

The man was caught by Shi Xin and couldn't move, knowing that he had hit a hard stubble, he could only answer honestly: "Yes." ”

"Let's go! Go see you Boss Huang. He still held on to the thug, who felt a steel hook hold his wrist, and his whole body was enveloped by a strong force, and he couldn't even speak. Obediently led Stone Heart to their main hall.

……

The official residence of General Qingqi Qingyin is on Shigaota Road in Hongkou, which is a small three-story building with a garden and a wall, which is no different from other small western-style buildings in the surrounding area. There were no special signs at the door, and there were no Marine Corps soldiers. In this way, he wandered on this quiet road full of Chinese literati, and walked every day to the Shanghai Dispatch Army Headquarters on the North Sichuan Road to work, and spent his leisure time drinking tea or playing the guqin in the official residence. Except for two or three high-ranking people in the Shanghai Dispatch Army, no one knew that he lived here, and he absolutely forbade anyone from the Dispatch Army to come to his official residence. For people like them who work in secret, "keeping a low profile is the best way to protect yourself." ”

He is a Chinese expert in the Japanese military circles, but he still maintains the traditional Japanese style in his life and has not been sinicized. Except for the difference in the furnishings of the house, his official residence is no different from the surrounding houses. He likes to sit on the tatami mats in the hall on the ground floor and watch the sycamores in the courtyard sway in the wind, and he also likes to meet some important guests in his official residence. Today's guest is very important, and he can't be seen in his office at the Shanghai Dispatch Headquarters, where there are too many people.

Tonight's miso soup is a bit salty, which makes the mouth dry, and it is estimated that the chef Seishiro Saka has put more Ajinomoto again. So General Qingqi made a pot of tea, although the tea was so strong that he couldn't sleep, but in fact he was about to rely on this pot of tea to lift his spirits, because the night was his working time, and his working time was to deal with the affairs of the hidden world.

He was also looking forward to tonight's meeting, so he asked Herald Yamaki Fifty-six, who was dressed in civilian clothes, of course, to look at the door every five minutes. At seven o'clock, Qingqi heard the heavy footsteps of the mountain trees. Then he saw her shadow reflected in the papier-mâché sliding door—his female agent, his student, Ensign Ayuko Hamasaki, whom he had trained for many years and was ready to continue to entrust him with important duties. Her slender figure was already very moving, and his mind flashed through her strong legs, tender skin, and soft twin peaks...... His ears seemed to hear her sultry moans again. He found himself **** - with a little pride, it is rare for a Japanese person to be so strong as he is.

His wife and children are not around, as a general, he is still just a man in his bones, not to mention that the young and beautiful Ayuko Hamasaki is such a stunner, I don't know how many times better than his bad wife. I think back then, Qingqi was just a small second lieutenant who had just graduated from the artillery department of the Army Non-commissioned Officer School, and was assigned to the third artillery wing as a small midshipman, if it weren't for the care of his wife's family, the warlord Kimura family in Yamagata Prefecture, he would not have risen to prominence, and he had already obtained the rank of major general in his early forties, and was in charge of the spy activities of the "Mei Agency".

Therefore, he can only leave his wife in "safe" Japan, so that he can enjoy Yanfu "safely" in Shanghai.

Buzi was a student and subordinate of General Qingqi, and his special comfort woman - he always called her in his heart. She is weak, quiet, and educated, but all this can arouse his **** even more. Ever since he first met her, he was full of lust for her, and he was eager to vent on her. But sometimes the woman frightened him, and yes, she occasionally showed more stoic determination than even a man of his size.

Yamaki respectfully opened the door for Buzi, and when Buzi entered the house, he closed the door and walked away quickly. He had known the secrets of the general and the ensign for a long time, but he did not want the general to know that he knew their secrets. So, the best thing to do is to stay away.

At such a time, the general would not ask him for help.

Hamasaki's white gauze dress is covered with a white coat, and his long black hair is wrapped in a pure white scarf, which looks like a lady. The little brute boots on his feet were shiny - she actually wore boots into his room, which was rude in Japan, but he didn't care, his favor gave her this privilege.

She took off her coat, hung it on the coat rack, and sat down across from him when she turned to herself. He could smell the vague fragrance of her, but his gaze was fixed on her full breasts, and the enchanting deep groove was faintly visible. He restrained the restlessness in his body: "Are you all ready?" ”

"Ready." She replied with a blank face.

"Okay, let's go on time tomorrow and complete your mission." Haruhi is the kind of person who speaks simply and clearly, not to mention that he has been brewing for a long time for this operation, and Hamasaki has also been preparing for a long time. Although it would be a near-suicidal operation, and the executor would most likely be able to return if his deeds were revealed, he was convinced that his "little bird" would be able to do it, and he had read confidence in her gaze.

"Remember, from today onwards you are no longer the second lieutenant of the Imperial Army, Hamasaki, forget your original identity and remember your new name." Haruhi specially strengthened his tone, in his memory, Hamasaki had successfully carried out secret missions under a pseudonym and makeup countless times, and he believed in her abilities, but he couldn't help but say a few words, "Also, your code name is 'Little Bird'." Do you remember how to contact you there? ”

"Remembered." Her answer was still expressionless, but equally satisfying.

"Finally, it's important to complete the mission, but you must first make yourself completely hidden and come back safely after completing the mission...... Operation Tomahawk must be successful! He leaned in to her face and felt her breath.

"I'll wait for you."

"Yes!" She still replied in a standard military tone.

Then he pounced, and though she had been prepared, she was frightened by his swiftness.