In the late autumn dusk, the afterglow of the sunset can't stop the cold wind of Shanghai, and the slanting sunlight seems to take away the last trace of warmth. There are only a few pedestrians on the extreme Sifeier Road in western www.biquge.info Huxi. The street lights have not yet turned on, and the figures on the road are a little hazy. In fact, even in broad daylight, there are no pedestrians on this road. Because this was 1941, Shanghai was already in a particularly depressed area. And No. 76 on this Jisfeier Road is the headquarters of the famous Murder Demon Cave agents - Wang Pseudo's agent headquarters.

The gate of No. 76 archway is open day and night, with four big characters of "the world is for the public" written on it, and the Kuomintang flag of the blue sky and white sun is red all over the ground in the courtyard, dressed up as an orthodox appearance. But the machine gun at the door and the dark eyes of the machine gunner tell every passer-by that this is a murderous cave, coming in vertically and going out horizontally.

As soon as the lights went out in the east office on the second floor of a small western-style building in No. 76, Sun Meizhong, the head of the No. 76 Guard Brigade No. 1 Squadron, stretched his waist and walked out of the door, it was time to go to dinner. Although No. 76 has prepared his own small restaurant for senior staff, he still likes to go to the Wang Ji Wonton Shop opposite to order a bowl of wontons and three taels of Suzhou xiaolongbao. There is no problem with security, the shopkeeper and the runner are all subordinates of his squadron, and all the shops and vendors on this section of the road are members of the guard brigade, first, to protect the security of the headquarters, and second, to earn some pocket money -- at that time, which department of Wang's puppet government did not engage in some "side jobs"? Moreover, the wontons in Wang Ji Wonton Shop are really delicious, each wonton is wrapped with meat filling and a fresh shrimp, accompanied by chicken broth, sprinkled with a few egg skins and a little seaweed, what a fresh word!

Sun Meizhong has been following Li Shiqun for a long time. When Li Shiqun was still mixing in the Shanghai District of Zhongtong, they were already friends. Sun Meizhong, who also worshiped under the big hooligan Ji Yunqing of the Green Gang, although he started earlier than him, but more often than not, he was Li Shiqun's little brother, and often helped Li Shiqun do some work of fighting and killing - Sun Meizhong's kung fu was first-class in the Shanghai Youth Gang, and even the Japanese were impressed by him after joining the 76th, calling him "a fighting master among the Chinese people", at the age of 30, he had learned a little boxing and kicking since he was a child, and experienced countless bloody storms in Shanghai's gang battles, and he was proficient in boxing and marksmanship, and his brain was also very active. In private, he has always been glad that he followed the right person and bet on the right treasure, and followed Li Shiqun to get out of the way, thinking that Li Shiqun was just a small investigator in the Shanghai District of the Central Union, who saved his life by betraying the comrades of the underground party and changed a bite of food.

The head of the first squadron of the guard brigade of the secret service headquarters is already a very high position, and a high position naturally values his own life, not to mention that he has also been trained as an agent after entering the industry. Therefore, although it is on his own land, Sun Meizhong's vigilance is still very high.

However, everything happened too suddenly, when Sun Meizhong raised the collar of his tweed coat and slowly crossed the road, a rickshaw suddenly turned from Maggie Road, and the brim of the felt hat was lowered and ran fast, flashing past Sun Meizhong, and several ups and downs had turned to Jing'an Temple Road, ran in the direction of Yidingpan Road, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. It's like a cold wind in winter, sweeping by, leaving only a slight chill.

This cold wind swept behind Sun Meizhong, he didn't even see a human figure, but his heart was already full of coldness, which was a cold he had never experienced before—the chill quickly spread throughout his body, and every inch of his skin was frozen and unable to move. He stood there like this, walking but not falling, his body swaying slightly, and then he leaned straight and fell to the edge of the street, breaking the gold-rimmed glasses used to hold Sven, breaking the oily skin of his forehead, and crooking his nose. His black top hat, which he had bought for ten dollars, also rolled off to the side, staining a lot of dust.

But Sun Meizhong will no longer be heartbroken.

The running hall of Wang Ji Wonton Shop was the first to see his boss's strange movements, and hurriedly ran over to pat himself on the back - such a good opportunity, don't shoot in vain. But when the running hall reached under Sun Meizhong's body and helped him up, he was shocked - his hands were full of blood! A sharp short axe slashed into Sun Meizhong's back heart, revealing directly from the front heart. The runner didn't know that his boss's spine and heart had been split in two by this sharp axe, and he had long been out of breath. He suddenly became frightened, remembering the gray shadow that had just floated in front of the store, and his hands and feet couldn't help but be cold - hell in broad daylight!

The guards at the gate of the agent headquarters on the opposite side had also rushed over, and they were also trembling with fear after seeing Sun Meizhong, who had already choked his breath, after all, no one had ever dared to break ground on Tai Sui's head, and killing an ordinary member of No. 76 would inevitably lead to bloody revenge, but killing an official at the gate of No. 76 was even more bloody provocation! The guard's eyes were already full of blood. He immediately ran back to the guardhouse and made a quick call.

In less than two minutes, both ends of the road had been blocked, and a large stack of high-ranking officials and other professionals in No. 76 had come out.

Looking at the scene and looking for traces, No. 76 is also the police department of Wang's puppet government, and this set is naturally professional. The shopkeeper, the hall runner and the guard at the door were immediately pulled into the guardhouse to make a record, and immediately, they all mentioned that the rickshaw heading towards Jing'an Temple Road was very suspicious. However, neither the shopkeeper, nor the guard at the door could see the killer's appearance clearly, and only vaguely remembered that the man was wearing a black felt hat and a gray cloth shirt. The killers are so fast that they don't even see the number of the rickshaw!

Of course, in this world, there are not many people who have seen peerless martial arts masters perform light skills, and being able to see the back is already a blessing from the previous life.

In 1941, Li Shiqun had already been stationed in Suzhou for a long time to be his puppet chairman of Jiangsu Province. And Ding Mocun (the prototype of the male protagonist of "Lust and Caution") has long been defeated in the internal power struggle and was driven out of No. 76 by Li Shiqun. The short-lived ghost Wu Sibao happened to go out this day and be merry and happy. However, the head of the Japanese secret service "Mei Agency" happened to cheer up the traitors on the 76th today, and of course he also arrived at the scene. Everyone turned their eyes to him, and the veteran spy said without hesitation: "Immediately notify the Japanese gendarmerie to block all the intersections in the area of Jisfeier Road, Foch Road, Yidingpan Road and Yuyuan Road, and say that it is my order." Check me for any suspicious man with muscular arms, gray clothes, and maybe blood! Carpenters, coopers, and rickshaw drivers should pay special attention! Rickshaws abandoned on the side of the road or in alleys should also be searched carefully. He looked back at the three remaining witnesses, "The three of you, with me, Okamura-kun, and Ono-kun, each in two cars, and six people, track down the killer along Foch Road, Yidingpan Road, and Yuyuan Road, remember, catch him alive!" As he spoke, he got into his car. The car started but didn't start, and Qingqi poked his head out of the window again, and said to Shinji Ono, the leader of the Japanese military police squad stationed at No. 76: "Ono-kun, let your people check the Axe Gang, and go directly to their gang leader, Boss Ma." With that, his car sped away, and several agents got into another car and followed.

The killer turned onto Jing'an Temple Road and sped west, and not far from the Maggie junction he took a bag from the rickshaw, threw it away and continued to run.

It was already dark, and the street lamps were glowing white. Soon after the killer crossed the Maggie junction, he turned onto the narrow bank of a small river called Yongquanhama. On the other side of Yongquanbang are new-style lane houses built in 1936, with a very foreign appearance, called Yongquanfang. What is more prominent is that the water, electricity, and sanitation facilities are relatively complete, as well as gas and hot water equipment, and there are already some prototypes of modern houses. Most of the residents here are white-collar workers, intellectuals or businessmen. Since the beginning of the Anti-Japanese War, almost all of these people fled to the rear with gold and silver, leaving only some servants to look after the house.

To the south of Yongquanbang is a different story, with large shacks built along the river called "rolling dragons" by Shanghainese. People die of heat in summer, freeze to death in winter, a layer of ash on sunny days, and mud on rainy days. Despite this, it is the closest shack to the city center, and it is inhabited by the "high-class poor", all with regular occupations and incomes.

The killer flashed between the two rolling dragons, listened attentively, but there was no movement. He quickly took off his coat and felt hat, and there was not a trace of blood on it. He carefully put on the long gown in his baggage, put on a black tweed hat and a pair of tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses, and tucked a book under his side. Then he wrapped his changed clothes again in a furoshi, and specially wrapped two stones, and in a flash he came to the river. There was no movement except the low moaning of the wind. He jumped forward, made a turn in the air, and had jumped over the Yongquanbang, which was three or four zhang wide, and with a slight touch of his left foot, floated over the wall of Yongquanfang like a piece of catkins, and with a flick of his hand, the burden flew out far away, falling in the heart of the Yongquanbang, and made a soft "plop", and no one except the killer heard it.

He had already surveyed the route of the retreat three times, and the time was very precise, from the time he succeeded to the time he changed his clothes and crossed the river, it only took five minutes in total. Now he has changed his appearance, holding the book and slowly walking through the dim alleys of Yongquanfang, turning right onto Yuyuan Road, and walking in the direction of Jisfeier Road. Yes, go back in the direction of Seventy-Six. He was absolutely confident that even if Seventy-Six was quick enough to react, no one would believe that a killer would return to the vicinity of the incident.

This time, the reaction speed of the 76th is absolutely fast. Before he reached the end of Yuyuan Road, he saw several black cars speeding towards the intersection of Magi, stopping at the intersection with a screeching sound of brakes, and the bright headlights illuminated him so that he couldn't open his eyes, and a group of heavily armed spies jumped out of the car.

He was not panicked at all, he had seen a lot of this kind of battle, and it was impossible for him to arouse suspicion. And, even if they don't have weapons on them, even if they start to take out these little spies, it's just a piece of cake.

He raised his hand to block out the glare light, and slowly moved along the fence of the spring square, pretending to be afraid. Immediately, he heard the spies call him: "Hey, what about you, stop, search!" ”

The killer's credentials were real, and his cover identity was real and flawless, so he walked over calmly, still pretending to be afraid.

"What the hell!" A fierce voice asked. Although he was shining on his face by the headlights, he could still see clearly that it was a big man with a pockmarked face, carrying a box cannon in his hand, the body of the blue gun glowing faintly, the muzzle of the black hole pointed directly at him, and the nose of the machine was wide open. There were a few small spies standing next to him, but they didn't look at him squarely, looking around!

"The doctor at Tongren Hospital," he said honestly, knowing that he would not arouse suspicion, that stopping him was just a matter of routine.

Being a doctor is a respectable profession, not to mention that Tongren Hospital is a hospital run by a Japanese, and besides, the well-mannered man in front of him does not conform to the image of the person to be hunted down at all, except for his gender, so the hemp immediately slowed down: "Documents? ”

The killer pulled out his papers and handed them over.

He flipped through the papers, it was real, and then looked at the thirty-year-old doctor in front of him, his name was Shi Xin, and he lived in the Changde apartment in the public concession - where the middle class lived. "Where are you going?"

"Go home from work."

"What time do you get off work?" The tone of the hemp seed is already like chatting.

"Half past five in the afternoon."

Hemp suddenly remembered something: "Did you see a rickshaw pulling a car running over?" ”

"Pulling a rickshaw?" Shi Xin scratched his head, looking puzzled, "I didn't pay attention, boss, there are a lot of rickshaws on this road, but I didn't have change on me today, so I ......" He twisted a little and muttered: "I usually take rickshaws." ”

Hemp Zi and the few little spies around him couldn't help laughing, threw the documents back to him, and waved their hands: "Let's go, let's go, go home early." Another little spy smiled: "Don't forget to bring some change tomorrow, remember to call a rickshaw." In the laughter of everyone, Shi Xin clumsily picked up his papers, grabbed his book and turned away, with an embarrassed smile on his face.