"Obey his commands. There are no doors either! When Chen Zikun knew the conditions of the royal king, he refused.

Yan Qingyu was puzzled: "Brother-in-law, don't talk to death, I took a lot of effort to move him." ”

Chen Zikun said: "He is the young assistant of the imperial organ, why should he give an order to the division commander of the Peaceful Founding Army?" The name is not right, this thing doesn't make sense, of course, since they are friends, it is appropriate to help each other, the king of Ryuryu said, we should go to the soup and fire, you bring this to him. ”

Yan Qingyu played the role of a messenger, and ran back to pass the word, and the king of the royal ryu sighed: "Your Chinese culture is really broad and profound, the same meaning, you have to use different words to express, it is really not only to be the first, but also to set up the archway." ”

Yan Qingyu could only sneer: "Where, where." ”

In this way, the two sides engaged in rounds of secret talks, sometimes in the French Concession, sometimes in the Public Concession, choosing secluded hotel rooms or private rooms in cafes, and never made a mistake under strict security measures.

One day in early May, an agreement was finally reached, and the Jiangbei guerrilla army surrendered to the Nanjing government and was organized into the Jiangbei garrison division of the Peaceful Founding Army, with a quota of 8,000 men, weapons and equipment provided by Nanjing, and stationed in Beitai, and the main task of the garrison division was local security, clearing out the guerrillas, and protecting the special cash crops of the imperial organs in Jiangbei.

The agreement was in triplicate, and the King of Ryu was ready, and pushed over with a smile for Chen Zikun to sign.

Chen Zikun pushed back: "It's better not to sign." ”

King Ryu said: "Is the general going to change his hexagram?" ”

Chen Zikun said: "This is a gentleman's agreement, there is no need to sign and draw, and the agreement is binding?" Agreements and treaties are inherently meant to be torn apart, and leaving behind literal things is not good for you or me. ”

King Ryu thought for a moment and said, "Okay, then we will be a gentleman and whip a horse." ”

The two shook hands tightly, shook their arms, and smiled with their own hearts.

At the end of the last round of talks, King Ryu left first, and Chen Zikun left through the back door.

A piercing sound of tires rubbing the ground came, a black car galloped forward, two people poked out of the window, holding rapid-fire Mauser guns for a wild sweep, the rain of bullets knocked the bodyguards to the ground, Chen Zikun was almost shot, while pulling out the gun to shoot back, while running towards his car, far away I saw the driver bleeding from the head in the cab, at the exit of the other side of the alley, a car was horizontal, under the black top hat was a hideous face and a black hole muzzle.

Bullets flew sideways in the alley, and all the bodyguards brought by Chen Zikun fell in a pool of blood, Shuangxi raised his gun and fired, turned around and shouted: "I'll cover, you go quickly!" ”

The other party was menacing, obviously not planning to stay alive, Chen Zikun didn't have time to say anything, he grabbed the three-meter-high wall, followed by his body and went up, disappearing in an instant, the killers didn't expect him to be able to cross such a high wall, and a burst of angry strafing shot hit the brick and stone debris on the wall.

As soon as Chen Zikun landed, the car chased after him, the other party was obviously more familiar with the environment than him, and his style was extremely ruthless and rude, which was completely different from the green gang gangsters he had dealt with before, and he couldn't tell which way it was for a while, so he could only run all the way and escape as soon as possible.

Chen Zikun rushed onto the street, the traffic was busy, and the Indian patrol who was directing the traffic stood in the middle of the street, looking back at the killers who were chasing him, and sure enough, he quietly hid the gun in his clothes, but he still pressed forward step by step, showing a fierce light.

A tram jingled and drove by, Chen Zikun suddenly pulled his legs and ran wildly, jumped on the tail of the tram, and the killers hurried back to the alley and got into the car.

The tram headed towards Hongkou, Chen Zikun found a seat and sat down, and the conductor walked over: "Sir, buy a ticket." ”

Chen Zikun reached into the inner pocket of the suit and took out the money, but he felt a wet piece, spread out his palm and saw that there was bright red blood, and he didn't know when he was shot.

"Sir, Nong is injured." The conductor exclaimed, and the surrounding passengers also got up to leave, keeping their distance from him.

After Chen Zikun looked back at the car, the killer's sedan followed reluctantly like a ghost, and his heart ached.

As the tram drove around the corner of the street, Chan jumped off and stumbled into the alley, blood leaving on his clothes and leaving a trail on the ground.

Chen Zikun is no longer a young man in his twenties, his steps are a little staggering, and the scene in front of him has become blurred, in a trance, he thought of his youth, high-spirited, happy and revenge, after the assassination of the British patrol, he also walked on the streets of Shanghai like this, and later met Miss Song San, was rescued by her, and then recuperated in Jianbing's boudoir, and twenty years have passed in a flash.

The wound on his left chest was still bleeding, it shouldn't have hurt his heart, otherwise he couldn't hold it for so long, he couldn't walk anymore, he found a step to sit down, took out a cigarette to light it, took a puff, choked and coughed, and Lin Wenjing's youthful figure vaguely appeared in front of him, the huge locomotive, and the teenager picking up cigarette butts outside Zhengyangmen Station.

It is said that when a person is dying, the events of this life will be repeated in front of his eyes, do you want to fall like a dog and die in a nameless alley in Shanghai! Chen Zikun gritted his teeth and stood up and walked towards the entrance of the alley.

Four killers approached him, confronted by a dying man who disdained the use of guns, which was discordant in Hongkou District, a place where Japanese expatriates gathered.

One of the killers pulled a dagger from his waist and dangled it in his hand, a sneer on his lips.

Chen Zikun stood unsteadily, blood dripping on the ground, and he asked with difficulty, "Who are you?" ”

"Let your death be clear, we're Seventy-Six." The killer replied.

Chen Zikun's hand hanged, and the flying knife in his sleeve fell into his palm, he has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for decades, how could he die in the hands of these little miscellaneous fish, just now he was just deliberately showing weakness, and he figured out who was behind the scenes, and the death of these boys was coming, but ...... His hands shook slightly.

Just as he was about to make a move, suddenly a drunk man wearing kimono clogs appeared in the alley, as if he didn't see the scene of saber rattling, carrying a sake jug in one hand and leaning against the wall in the other, the four killers stopped in unison, squinting at him, he was an ordinary Japanese expatriate, no threat.

As the drunkard walked past them, his rickety body slowly straightened up, and he said slowly, "You can't kill him." ”

The killers felt bad at this time, but it was too late, the drunkard's movements were as fast as lightning, and the two-foot-long coax flew up and down like Bai Lian, swishing a few times, and the four killers froze at the same time, and then slowly fell.

The drunkard stood with his back to Chen Zikun, slowly inserted Xiecha back into the wooden sheath, and spoke in an authentic Nantai dialect: "Dashuai, does it matter?" ”

Chen Zikun smiled bitterly: "I haven't seen you for ten years, Maocai." ”

"Eleven years." Liang Maocai, who was dressed like a Japanese, replied, his voice a little gloomy and a little low.

"Come here, give me a hand." Chan held out his hand to him.

……

In the back alley of the café, the patrol of the concession is collecting the corpses, and the king of the royal ryu and Yan Qingyu are standing aside, covering their noses with handkerchiefs.

After the talks, Chen Zikun was ambushed, and there were several corpses in the alley, but there was no Chen Zikun and Double Happiness, which made the King of Ryu very angry, the talks were extremely confidential, I don't know why the news leaked, whether it was the Chongqing spies, or the people of No. 76 It is not known, but no matter which side of the people, this move has disgraced the imperial authorities.

Yan Qingyu didn't seem to be worried: "With my brother-in-law's skills, no one should hurt him, but every move of our imperial organ is being monitored, which is not good." ”

King Ryu's face was gloomy: "Make an appointment with Qingqi Qingyin for me." ”

Qingqi Qingyin Nakasa is the head of the Mei Agency, and he once served as an assistant to General Dohihara, and is quite famous in the espionage world, but in the face of the prominent Oroyu King Shaozo, he does not dare to stand up.

"I can assure His Excellency Shaozo that the Mei organ was not involved in this matter, and I didn't even know that Chen Zikun was in Shanghai." Qingqi said innocently.

"This old fox." King Ryu scolded secretly in his heart, but his mouth was very polite: "Senior, Chen's life and death are very important to the Imperial Organ, and even to the Great East Asia Holy War, if you can, please help, please." ”

Qingqi smiled and said: "I really can't help, but remind Your Excellency, is the negotiation you are in the way of others?" There is an old Chinese saying that getting in the way of people's wealth is like killing parents. ”

The most unhappy should be the Wang Jingwei government, the Wang government and the Puyi government of Manchuria are different, Wang Jingwei at least still has some political ambition and ability, and there are also a group of capable generals under his command, although they do not know how to oppose the Japanese, but there are a lot of small actions in secret, No. 76 in order to compete for opium resources, has always wanted to assassinate Sheng Wenyi of Hongji Shantang, Sheng Wenyi, who made a lot of noise, and took a team of Japanese military police as bodyguards wherever he went. This time, they must have their share in attacking Chen Zikun.

……

At No. 76 Jisi Feier Road, Huxi, Li Shiqun, director of the secret service headquarters, was reviewing documents, and he signed his name on the execution letters one by one, and recently arrested a group of Chongqing spies, and in line with the principle of retaliating with a tooth for a tooth, they were all shot and killed after being severely tortured, and they were never tolerated.

The office door was pushed open, and the secretary walked in, his brow furrowed and seemingly flustered.

"What's the matter?" Li Shiqun was a little displeased.

"Director, the king of Uryu is here, and he has already entered the courtyard, and there are two trucks parked outside, and it seems to be ......"

"What seems like it?"

"It seems to be full of gendarmes."

Li Shiqun was taken aback, the backer of No. 76 was the Mei organ, and it had nothing to do with the imperial organ, and the king of the imperial ryu suddenly came to visit, and he also brought two truckloads of military police, which was intended to salute first and then soldier.

The king of the royal ryu came in a military uniform, with white gloves, long riding boots, and a sonorous sword, and the person who came was not good, and he did not sit at the door, and his tone was very tough: "Mr. Li Shiqun, I hope you will hand over the people." ”