As soon as he stepped out of the car, Lei Zhen's gaze skipped over the passengers who were shuttling back and forth in the square, and fell directly on the figures of those who were holding what might be a photo in their hands, constantly moving inside and outside the train station like a hunting dog, faintly blocking the entire train station.

With the most insipid expression on his face, Lei Zhen stopped a newsboy who was walking by him, exchanged a small bill for a copy of the "Shanghai Declaration" printed that morning, and naturally opened the newspaper, cutting off their eyes from the newspaper before attracting the attention of those agents.

Sitting back in the car, Lei Zhen glanced at the watch on his wrist that Master Xie Jinyuan had given him, it was now 9:40, and it had only been a few hours since the bombing attack in the lonely military camp.

After a moment of silence, Lei Zhen took out the train tickets that had been prepared long ago from his pocket, slowly tore them to pieces, and said in a low voice: "Withdraw!" ”

Maybe the target of these people was not Ling Weicheng, but Lei Zhen didn't dare to take this risk.

Shanghai is a city with convenient water transportation, with large and small docks, and a large number of goods are transported to Shanghai from all over the world every day, and at the same time, a large number of Chinese antiques, silver, and even women and children are smuggled around the world every day. It is in this kind of coming and going that Shanghai will become prosperous and beautiful.

And it was on this morning that some strange figures appeared in every port in Shanghai.

Zhang Cheng, who has been rolling on the rivers and lakes for the first year, has a lot of big and small gangs on the beach, and recently he is often gambling with the dock workers at the dock, and he saw through the roots of these strangers who suddenly appeared in the port at a glance, "They are Zhang Xiaolin's subordinates!" ”

Hearing Zhang Xiaolin's name, everyone in the car frowned.

Whether it is a famous family or a pawn, as long as they are begging for a living in Shanghai, no one will not know the three giants of the gang in Shanghai.

These three giants, they are Huang Jinrong, Du Yuesheng and Zhang Xiaolin. And in Shanghai, there are a few familiar rumors: Huang Rong loves money, Zhang Xiaolin can fight, and Du Yuesheng can be a man.

Huang Jinrong was a patrol in the French Concession, and he used his power to smuggle tobacco and soil, and accumulated the first pot of gold in his career by making money from the living dead. Later, Huang Jinrong joined the Green Gang, and with the support of the Green Gang, which can only be supported by unfathomable strength, coupled with his shrewd business acumen and exquisite style of doing things, he gradually became the most important No. 1 tycoon in Shanghai. After the fall of Shanghai, Huang Jinrong was very old, and he was unwilling to leave Shanghai to bump around, but he was unwilling to become a Han Dynasty in old age.

Du Yuesheng was patriotic, he actively supported the [***] War of Resistance, and when he was forced to retreat west at the end of the Battle of Songhu, Du Yuesheng once organized thousands of disciples of the Qing Gang, distributed weapons to them, relied on various favorable terrain, resisted the army, and covered the retreat of the main force. After the fall of Shanghai, he moved to Hong Kong, where he continued to work actively for the Anti-Japanese War.

Zhang Xiaolin, who is known as the three tycoons of Shanghai along with Huang Jinrong and Du Yuesheng, also has a nickname called "three-color tycoon". These three colors are black, white, and yellow. Black, refers to Zhang Xiaolin's opium trafficking and privately opening an underground tobacco shop; Huang refers to Zhang Xiaolin's opening of the Ji Yuan to force Liang to become a prostitute; In the April 12 Incident, Zhang Xiaolin personally led his disciples to disguise themselves as the Shanghai Workers' Inspection Team and assassinate the leaders of the labor movement, that is, because of his "outstanding" performance and "loyalty" to the Kuomintang, he was awarded the rank of major general by the Kuomintang.

After the fall of Shanghai, Huang Jinrong retired, Du Yuesheng moved to Hong Kong, there was no power to restrain and resist, Zhang Xiaolin has been firmly in the leading position of the Shanghai gang, but at the same time, this "three-color tycoon" has also become the only one of the three tycoons in Shanghai who took refuge in himself and worked for Wang's puppet political axe!

Zhang Xiaolin's disciples and those gangs of all sizes who are attached to him have become lackeys who can be used at any time in his hands to wave the flag and shout for him! Their appearance at the ports and wharves of Shanghai, large and small, is enough to show that they have received orders from them to prevent the target from withdrawing from Shanghai by water!

Looking carefully at the gang members on the dock, the quick knife Zhang Cheng's gaze finally fell on a man sitting under the pergola and wearing a silk shirt, "That person's name is Mouse Qiang, I have dealt with him!" ”

Seeing Lei Zhen nodding slightly, the flying knife Zhang Cheng walked out of the car, and after a while, Zhang Cheng returned to the car with two more photos in his hand.

These two photos, one is Lei Zhen's, and the other is Ling Weicheng's.

"Zhang Xiaolin issued a reward order to each gang, found the person in the photo, provided information and was confirmed, and could get a reward of 10,000 yuan; If you can directly capture or kill any of these targets, you can get a prize of 100,000 yuan! ”

Hearing such a reward amount, everyone in the car gasped in unison, and even the well-informed Uncle Nine couldn't help frowning. "I've also heard of the person who is strong in the mouse, he is famous for plucking the feathers of geese, and he will never let go. If I'm not mistaken, the amount of bounty he told Zhang Cheng may have been discounted by a considerable degree. ”

Luo Sanpao, who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, snorted lightly: "Whether it is 100,000, 150,000 or even 200,000, this sky-high reward amount is enough to make the gangs of all sizes in Shanghai go crazy for it, plus Zhang Xiaolin is behind the scenes, it is impossible to go by water!" ”

Everyone nodded again and again, and those of them who were inextricably linked with the Green Gang clearly knew what a terrifying potential Zhang Xiaolin, who no longer had the power to be contracted in Shanghai, and who was supported by Wang's puppet political axe and the military!

Looking at the two photos in his hand, which I don't know how many copies have been copied and have been scattered in almost every corner of Shanghai Beach, Lei Zhen's eyes have narrowed dangerously slightly.

What Lei Zhen cares about is not Zhang Xiaolin, who has a pivotal position in Shanghai. As the saying goes, those who have attained the Tao have more help, and those who have lost the Tao have little help, and a clown like Zhang Xiaolin jumps off the beam, even if he gains momentum for a while, it seems that he is really ascending to the top and echoing like a cloud, and his majesty is unstoppable, but this does not change the final outcome of a traitor who betrayed his ancestors and violated the bottom line of a national taboo.

What Lei Zhen cares about is time!

Six hours!

In the face of the stern condemnation of the Ministry of Industry and Bureau, the surging sentiment of citizens from all walks of life in Shanghai, and the pressure of public opinion in various countries around the world, the intelligence department was able to deduce the truth of the incident and take countermeasures in such a short period of time. Don't say anything about the strategic departments of the state apparatus, not to mention their vast and meticulous intelligence network and tactile nerves, their speed of reaction...... Maybe it's a little too fast!

Lei Zhen looked through the glass window of the car, looking at the port blocked by the gang members, looking at the hazy sky overhead, feeling the heavy pressure before the storm came, he gently exhaled a breath of stuffy breath in his chest.

Whether it is the agents at the train station who have not concealed their strong military temperament at all, or these Shanghai gang members who have blocked all the docks and ports in a big way, or the almost strange amount of bounty and the photos that God knows how many copies have been printed, almost every photo, every point, every item, every scene, is so undisguised and even arrogant, it seems that they are shouting at Lei Zhen: "Open your eyes and see clearly, I have already seen through your little abacus!" ”

"He put on such a huge formation, not to show me off the great power at his disposal, but to put pressure on me, to try to hit my self-confidence, in the case of emotional disorders, to make mistakes in judgment and make irreparable mistakes! He blocked the sea and railroads, just to force us to choose the land route that he could not completely block, but it was the easiest to pursue! When I left Shanghai by land with the mentality of being forced to be helpless, he was already in psychological warfare and won the first game! ”

Thinking of this, Lei Zhen's heart suddenly raised such a distinct word...... "Strong enemy!" ”

Although he is young and vigorous, he has enough proud qualifications and capital to get the full support of the intelligence agency and the military department!

The reason for Lei Zhen's judgment is very simple, everyone who is proficient in the art of commanding will integrate their surnames into it and form a unique command style.

If it weren't for his youthful vigor, if he didn't have extraordinary self-confidence and decisiveness, if he didn't still have the unique sharpness and flamboyance of young people, how could this enemy, who had never met and didn't even know his name, see through his plan in such a short period of time, and make the most fierce, the most flamboyant, and even the most unscrupulous counterattack?

"Let's go by road!"

After making a judgment, Lei Zhen gently stroked the British revolver hidden under his clothes, and the members of the Shanghai gang seemed to have a soft spot for weapons that could only hold six bullets in this magazine, with limited range, limited firepower, and insufficient instantaneous stagnation of bullets. He suddenly said to Uncle Nine, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the car: "After leaving Shanghai, Uncle Nine, can you provide us with some heavy firepower that is more suitable for field operations?" ”

(To be continued)