In May and June, the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River enter the rainy days of the year. As the mouth of the Yangtze River, Shanghai naturally bears the brunt, and the rainy days for more than ten days have made it damp, and the whole city seems to be moldy.

In a corner outside the public concession, Wang Maocai, who had been reduced to a beggar, curled up in a ball, wearing a shabby hat and an old coat, his bulleted leg hanging out.

Because he had not bathed for a long time, he was full of lice and had a foul smell that decently people would not be able to walk by, and he himself tended to look hatefully at those who despised him.

Wang Maocai was in a very depressed mood, just like this hot and rainy weather. Not long ago, Zhao Long, the most loyal guard, was shot and killed by the concession patrol when he went to the concession to grab money, and his body was lying on the street, Zhao Long was shot six times, his eyes were wide open when he died, Wang Maocai hid from a distance and watched him, it was not the first time he saw a dead man, but it was the first time he was shocked in his heart.

"Brother, go with peace of mind! I'll build you a big grave in the future! Wang Maocai left alone, he didn't care about Zhao Long's body in the rainstorm, and let the corpse be drenched in the rainstorm......

Wang Maocai returned to the Japanese Concession in the Public Concession. In fact, after the Tohoku Incident, the Japanese concession area was much smaller than before. The Japanese ronins who were wearing clogs and wandering around Hongkou were also driven out with axes and machetes by the disciples of the Green Gang and other underworld gangsters in Shanghai.

Huang Ke's gangster tricks against these Japanese worked well, and made them unable to get a handle.

For the Japanese, the loss of Shanghai Tang is not just a little.

In the past, it would have been easy for Wang Maocai to find Japanese spies from the Hongkou area and then reveal his identity to meet his request to protect himself, because at that time, the streets were full of Japanese intelligence officers, and ten out of ten people who were wearing clogs were Japanese intelligence officers.

But now it's different, at the time of the Northeast Incident, these people were almost slashed and killed by Huang Ke and the major gangs on the beach, although it was not to the point of cutting down the grass and eradicating the roots, but their strength had been greatly reduced.

Except for those Japanese intelligence officers who have undergone special training and are hidden among the Chinese, there are few other Japanese intelligence officers.

Wang Maocai had no choice, his only chance was to wait!

It has been a long time since I escaped from Zhejiang, and it has been half a year since I pretended to be a beggar. In the past six months or so, he had seen several vehicles similar to those of the Japanese intelligence agencies, but before he could get closer, the batons-wielding Annan patrols beat him out, leaving him useless except for injuries.

But he didn't give up, and he always had to gamble if he couldn't do it!

It was another drizzly day, and rickshaws and cars rushed by on the street, splashing muddy water. Wang Maocai lay in a small shed next to the concession, closed his eyes and recuperated, he didn't dare to rush recklessly, after all, the adjutant Zhao Long was dead, without Zhao Long's protection, he was really a little afraid of those Annan patrols wielding batons and bayonets.

"Momfuck! I'll fuck you! Wang Maocai scolded at the car that splashed him with muddy water.

He felt aggrieved in his heart, in the past, he was the commander of the Southeast Theater of Operations, awarded the rank of first-class general of the army, and commanded hundreds of thousands of tigers and wolves.

Can now? A coachman in a foreign car dares to provoke him, and an Indian Ahsan with a hat can punch and kick him...... Falling from the very top of the pyramid to the lowest end at once, this kind of drop can be imagined as a blow to people.

When he angrily scolded the car for that swear word, the people in the car had already heard it. Wang Maocai didn't know that this would bring him trouble, but it was also an opportunity he had been waiting for for a long time.

The young man sitting in the car was called Takeshi Fujita, and next to him was his driver, Jiro Ono. Fujita Takeshi was in a bad mood that day, because several of his intelligence officers were all captured by the intelligence agencies of the Shina government without exception, and outside Hongqiao, the Shina court held a public trial and executed several people.

He saw them shot with his own eyes, but he couldn't do anything about it.

Fujita Takeshi was annoyed and ashamed, scolded a word, and reached out to touch the pistol on his waist. If Ono hadn't tried his best to stop him, he would have even taken out the Southern Type 14 pistol in his waist and died with those people.

Even after calming down, Takeshi Fujita still couldn't calm down. He felt a humiliation, a humiliation that had never been greater, not just for him personally, but for a nation.

Takeshi Fujita drove by himself, and he drove the car fast along the way!

When Ono saw him like this, he was worried that something would happen to him, so he finally asked him to stop and change his own. Although he didn't drive slowly, he didn't have any emotions, after all, his driving skills were much better.

Just passing by the concession, Ono saw a few people lying in the shed on the side of the road to avoid the rain, he did not hesitate to run over a pool, splashing up the people inside the muddy water, the people inside did not dare to make a noise, in the eyes of some people in the country, the car is the top people, they can't afford to provoke.

This way of revenge gave him a lot of pleasure, and at the same time, his boss Takeshi Fujita was very satisfied, and the two of them were much less angry before.

"Ono-kun, let's go back and joke about those Shina, shall we?" Takeshi Fujita said excitedly.

"Hayi!" Ono slowed down and prepared to make a U-turn ahead. But at this time, a very discordant scene appeared: next to the shed that had just been crushed over the pool, a beggar with a hat pointed at the two and cursed.

Ono and Takeshi Fujita were both intelligence masters who were familiar with the Chinese language, and they could naturally hear clearly that this Chinese beggar with a northern accent was scolding them.

"Yaga!" Takeshi Fujita was so angry that he jumped out of the car and walked towards the beggar with his teeth and claws. Wang Maocai was a little worried at first, but he began to be happy when he saw that it was a Japanese who came over.

Providence, providence! It seems that God is unwilling to let Lao Wang lose this, but he didn't expect to open his mouth to scold a few words, and he scolded the Japanese who were looking forward to it day and night.

When Wang Maocai was excited, Takeshi Fujita's huge fist had already smashed into his face. Wang Maocai felt as if his face had been hit by a fast-moving train and fell down, but Fujita Takeshi, who was already angry, was unwilling to give up, he rode on Wang Maocai regardless of dignity, and added punches and kicks.

"Don't hit me! I'm Wang Maocai! ......" Wang Maocai desperately protected his head, and kept shouting. But Fujita Takeshi didn't care to listen to him beg for mercy, and he poured out all his anger these days on the beggar of this Shina, and he vowed to kill this man.

"Doot toot!" The nearby police came, and this is the border area of the concession, so there are not only patrols from Annam, but also a large number of new Chinese police. These patrol officers were not Sun Liren's armed police force, but ordinary patrol police, and when they heard a report that someone was fighting, they immediately rushed over.

After Ono on the side heard the siren, he immediately came over and prepared to take Takeshi Fujita away, after all, it was still a bit troublesome to be caught by the police.

But just when he was about to pull away Fujita Takeshi, he heard the man shouting a name loudly - "Wang Maocai", he had some impressions of this name, more than half a year ago, "Southwest Rain" was to win over this Wang Maocai, are they the same person?

"Fujita-kun, don't fight anymore!" Ono rudely pulled Fujita away, grabbed the beggar by the collar, and asked in fluent Chinese, "What's your name?" ”

"Wang Maocai! I am Wang Maocai, commander of the Southeast Theater of Operations. Wang Maocai, who was covered in bruises, couldn't care about anything, so he simply said it in public.

However, the people around him didn't care, but Ono heard it clearly. He had read the internal information and knew that Wang Maocai had failed shortly after the mutiny, and then disappeared. The Japanese intelligence organization even issued a search notice for Wang Maocai, and China and Japan have sent search teams to search for him many times, but nothing has been found.

Although the momentum of the manhunt continues, it is only between the intelligence organizations of the two sides, so the people are not clear about this manhunt, let alone a person dressed as a beggar?

After a moment of judgment, Ono had basically determined that the ragged beggar in front of him was Wang Maocai who was living on the street.

I didn't expect to meet this person here, Ono was so excited! He grabbed Wang Maocai and said, "Roar West!" Hurry up and come with me, wait for the police to come." ”

Wang Maocai nodded, immediately stood up, and limped into the car with Ono. Takeshi Fujita hasn't understood what is going on, why did his subordinate Ono take this person to the car?

He was about to step forward to question him when Ono turned around and slapped him.

"Yaga! You're going to delay the big things of the empire, you know? Ono reprimanded loudly, and Fujita Takeshi was stunned for a moment, but when he heard the siren getting closer and closer, he still got into the car.

Ono took out the handcuffs and put Wang Maocai's hands on the car, smiled at him and said, "General Wang, I'm sorry to take you away in this way, I hope you can understand." ”

Wang Maocai nodded and didn't speak, but Takeshi Fujita, who was sitting on the side, was completely confused, what is going on? Why did this beggar become a general?

Before he could speak, Ono started the car and drove towards the public concession area with one foot on the accelerator, and it seemed that the rainy season was coming to an end.