Shanghai

Yang Yuying sat on the balcony of the French Concession Hotel and raised her hand to brush her sideburns hair. When I looked down, I saw Song Yao.

"Cousin."

Song Huchen's expression remained unchanged and he got out of the car slowly.

He was still as majestic as he first saw him, and Song Yu and Staff Officer Lu stood side by side, supporting him in front of the car.

This is now a Japanese man. As the commander of the security forces of the Jecheng puppet government, he came to Shencheng to attend an important meeting, and by the way, he also had to pay homage to the pier of the current section chief Fujita of the special high-tech department.

The two were classmates, and although the relationship was not particularly intimate, they were also familiar with each other.

Song Yao now relies on this relationship, and he still has a lot of face on the Japanese side.

It was not easy for him to come over, and it happened that Yang Yuying was currently teaching at Shencheng University, so it was rare to meet, so he naturally wanted to see him.

This has been a long time coming, and it has been a matter of fact.

Yang Yuying rushed downstairs in three steps and two steps, grabbed Song Jue's arm, and walked to the stall next to her to eat Yangchun noodles.

Song Jue likes to eat noodles.

Yangchun noodles are my favorite.

The two of them sat down, Yang Yuying scalded the chopsticks clean, didn't speak, and slowly waited for the noodles to come up.

After a while, two bowls of noodles were served, and Song Jue rolled a chopstick to eat, and Yang Yuying suddenly reached out with chopsticks to block it.

Song Jue raised his eyebrows.

Yang Yuying said in a low voice: "You were spitted in your face. ”

Song Jue: "......"

He was silent for a moment, picked up the noodles with chopsticks, compared them to the edge of his mouth, hesitated, was ruthless, gritted his teeth—he still couldn't eat.

"It's better to put some rat medicine."

If he really put the rat medicine, he will eat it.

"If you are poisoned, won't the owner of the noodle stall also lose his life, and their family still has children waiting to be fed, and they can't afford to die."

Yang Yuying chuckled, and Song Jue's heart suddenly settled: "...... You're not young now, good sister, what your uncle said is reasonable, let's find a Sven to marry in the future...... You can't be a soldier. ”

In this world, those who are soldiers really can't get married.

Yang Yuying couldn't cry or laugh: "You still have to worry about yourself"

Song Yao smiled and didn't say anything, just stroked Yang Yuying's short hair, which had become not so beautiful.

"You still look good with long hair."

Song Jue said softly, "I won't fight in the future, how about keeping my hair up, the way it looks now, it looks awkward." ”

"My cousin is more talkative than before."

Song Jue sighed: "There's no way, now I'm messing with the ghosts, I don't even dare to talk when I sleep, I'm holding back." ”

Yang Yuying chuckled, leaned over half-leaned over, and lowered her voice: "...... The meeting that is going on in the north, you can't attend. ”

Song Jue frowned and glared at her: "I'll give you a ticket to study in the United States, why don't you leave?" ”

Yang Yuying did not speak.

Song Jue sighed: "I haven't finished the last thing yet, and I can't make people doubt it until I'm done." ”

If there was a problem, he didn't participate, so it's no wonder if he wasn't suspected.

He didn't get much trust.

Yang Yuying was silent.

She knew what Song Jue wanted to do.

Song Yao's mother died at the hands of a Japanese epidemic prevention unit.

My sister is also half-dead and still unable to recover.

Later, his security army was infiltrated by the poison and products of the Extreme Dao Society, and his father lost his former sobriety.

The Extreme Way Society is also inextricably linked to that special force.

She personally found all the investigation reports for Song Jue.

Song's old classmate Shuichi Fujita had served in that unit, and he wanted to take advantage of that connection......

But how easy is it for him to do what he wants to do?

Yang Yuying looked at the time, took out the money and handed it to the owner of the noodle stall, and said with a smile: "Don't do this kind of thing casually in the future, it's useless, and it's very dangerous." ”

The noodle stall owner was stunned: "......"

Yang Yuying looked at the table below: "Cousin, goodbye." ”

……

railway station

Wang Ningxian walked all the way in a hurry, worried in his heart, he tried to calm himself down, and not always suspect that the people behind him had bad intentions.

This is the first time he has completed a mission on his own.

He has not yet completed his training in the training class, and he has no official status in the military command.

But this is Shencheng, the environment is complicated, and his identity is not only very clean, but also very beneficial to the task, so this mission was handed over to him.

Wang Ningxian followed the flow of people, lowered his head and walked all the way, according to the practice he had been told, he entered a café along the way to drink a cup of coffee, bought a book in the bookstore, and went to the vegetable market to take a turn, carefully observed, and found that no one was following behind, and then went to the designated evening evening club to sit down.

The folded newspaper rests on the table.

Wang Ningxian unconsciously stroked his fingertips and looked down at the time, nervous and difficult to soothe in his heart.

As the time passed by second, Wang Ningxian became more and more nervous, and the bell at eight o'clock finally rang, Wang Ningxian silently picked up the newspaper, put down the money to pay, and walked out of the drunken crowd.

He didn't wait for the connector.

Is it that the connector was suddenly delayed?

Or did you say something unexpected?

Wang Ningxian's heart was beating wildly, he frowned, hailed a rickshaw, and said in a low voice: "Go to Guizhi Hutong." ”

In Songyan Alley, two blocks behind Guizhi Hutong, there was one of their liaison stations, and before Wang Ningxian came to Shencheng, the chief told him that if there was an accident at the joint, he would go to Songyan Alley.

Wang Gongzi studied in Shencheng when he was in middle school, because he loved to play and had many friends, he walked all over the streets and alleys of Shencheng, and was very familiar with every inch of land.

He couldn't help but get a little distracted.

This time, he received the task of killing the traitors Song Jue and Song Huchen.

He didn't expect that he would receive such a task, but the task is the task, the family and the country are broken, and since he has already put pen to paper, he has the determination to give up his life to be benevolent!

It's just that it didn't go well at the beginning.

The connector didn't arrive, and there was no weapons, equipment, or information.

If he can't get in touch with the contactor, I wonder if he can get help at the contact station?

Soon, the place arrived.

Wang Ningxian sent the rickshaw driver with money, walked all the way to the vicinity of Songyan Lane, and just turned a corner, only to listen - bang!

A gunshot rang out, Wang Ningxian shook violently in fright, jumped up with his head in his hands, trembling, his face suddenly became ugly, and he was greatly ashamed, but now he can't care about shame or not.

The streets were in a mess.

Gunshots rang out outside the door, and the footsteps were noisy, Wang Ningxian looked up and saw several strong men next to him rushing towards him.

Wang Ningxian's mind buzzed, and it suddenly went blank, and cold sweat rolled down.

He was at a loss, a car flew in, and his whole person was pulled into the car in an instant, Wang Ningxian looked up and saw that the driver was a thin boy with short hair, and then took a closer look: "Lin ...... Mr. Lin! ”

Yang Yuying sighed: "Don't go to the liaison station again, there are materials and things you want in the back seat." ”

Wang Ningxian stiffened and didn't know how to answer for a while.

"You don't have to use your joint banknotes anymore, but let you be a weak scholar with an assessment score of only six points to do this work, Wang Qishan's brain is broken, right?"

Wang Ningxian's body suddenly relaxed, and the one who knew his assessment results must be his own people, so he couldn't help laughing: "The instructor's brain is not easy to use. ”

There were guns and bullets in the back seat, as well as a set of information, and an address for temporary hiding, Wang Ningxian read them one by one, and his heart shook.

“…… I thought I had done a lot of things, and I had grown up compared to myself as a scholar before, but when I saw Mr. Lin today, I felt that all the food I had eaten in the past 20 years had been in vain. ”

The car stopped at the mouth of the alley.

Wang Ningxian got out of the car, and as soon as he turned around, the car could only see a wisp of exhaust gas.

Mr. Lin has also changed a lot.

At the time of the bloody battle in Wanping, others were in Yanping City, and they also knew what Mr. Lin had done, and he was an iron-clad man, and I am afraid that he did not have her courage.

At that time, he didn't dare to stay in Yanping, and he bought a precious train ticket early in the morning and fled in embarrassment.

Wang Ningxian hugged the file bag tightly and raised his hand to catch a falling raindrop.

It was drizzling and the breeze was blowing.

He followed the map to find the designated place, and his mood was extremely calm.

Not long ago, Huang Suling knew that he was going to Shencheng on a mission and begged him to be careful with Mr. Lin.

She said that Mr. Lin is the cousin of the big traitor Song Huchen, and now she absolutely can't believe it.

Wang Ningxian is willing to believe it.

He is not afraid of death.

Moreover, if Mr. Lin wants to arrest him and kill him, why should he tell such a lie?

She stood by and watched just now, and she was dead.

Besides, I am afraid that I don't know as much as Mr. Lin, and if I want to ask for information, I can't ask a little person like myself.

At noon, the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

A car with a sun flag slowly arrived and stopped at the gate of the Shencheng Hotel.

Song Jue and Fujita got out of the car one after the other, both of them with warm smiles on their faces, and they laughed together in a low voice, with an intimate expression.

Wang Ningxian took a deep breath and raised his hand - bang!

Song Jue glanced at the corner of his eye, and hurriedly pushed Fujita away, and a ball of blood suddenly burst out of his chest, and he fell on his back.

"Ahh

Wang Ningxian didn't even look at it, and went into the tunnel according to the retreat route that had been stepped on in the plan, threw away his guns, clothes, and hats, and quickly walked through the two streets and came out of the sewer.

The sky was clear, and the clouds were gone.

Wang Ningxian listened to the whistling sound of the ambulance, and the boiling emotions in his mind calmed down little by little.

He was very excited, he really didn't expect his marksmanship to be so accurate, maybe God was bless him.

Day 2.

In the most secret villa in the northern area of Shencheng, the envoy from Japan and the dignitaries of the Chinese state gathered together, and after three rounds of drinking, an explosion sounded when he was drunk.

The entire living room was reduced to ashes.

At the moment of the explosion, a dazzling firework lit up in the sky.

The fireworks are full of flowers.

When the people of the special high school saw these fireworks from a distance, their faces changed when they landed.

"It's fireworks again!"

Up and down the entire city, all the Japanese spies were mobilized, and the patrol room did not stop for several days and nights.

Three days later

In the patrol room, the newly appointed chief inspector smashed all the teacups in the room.

"That's what you found out?"

The Chief Inspector is simply going crazy.

"All the Japanese service staff in the villa, from the gardener, to the cook, to the driver, to the waiter, are all murderers? They banded together to kill ...... Those high-ranking Japanese officials? ”

The patrolmen looked at each other, and only after a while did they come to the humane: "Chief Inspector, the evidence is conclusive!" ”

The various parts of the bomb were purchased separately by the Japanese, and they assembled and installed them themselves, and even detonated them by their own hands.

Because the people who participated in this meeting were all important personnel, so for the sake of safety, the service personnel used Japanese nationals, which was foolproof, but who knew that in the end, it was actually these overseas Chinese who did it, and as soon as the result came out, the patrol room was dumbfounded.

How can such a conclusion be made?

"That 'fireworks' can't be a ghost, right?"

Everyone knows that this thing was done by fireworks, but they don't know how he did it under the layers of protection of the Japanese army!

If it weren't for ghosts, how could you control innocent Japanese expatriates?

Several patrolmen shuddered, looked at each other, and decided to forget about it.

Their lives are only valued by themselves, and they don't want to go against such terrible characters at all!

Wang Ningxian was sitting in the café in Xindu at this time, looking at today's morning newspaper, looking at the fireworks in the photo, and his heart was full of questions.

Lin Wanniang is not a member of the military command.

So who is she?

After he returned home, he learned from the instructor that he had been cheated on this mission.

He was supposed to be sent to death, and the entire liaison station was specially prepared for our mole to be eliminated in Japan, so as to seek a tool to gain the trust of the Japanese.

The mission was originally top secret, and if it weren't for the special status of his instructor, he wouldn't be able to know it now.

The instructor thought that he would definitely die, but he didn't expect to come back safely.

Wang Ningxian wiped his face and smiled lightly, he felt that he was rescued by Mr. Lin, even if there was no evidence, he still felt like this.

The taste of being alive is so good.

Forty years later

Yanping City

Inside the teahouse

The proprietress took a rag and cleaned up the table quickly.

As usual, the regulars of the teahouse gathered in front of an old man dressed in a decent tunic.

This person's surname is Wang, I heard that he is a professor who has just returned to China, teaches at Yanping University, and asks about the university, but he has no shelf, and he can talk to anyone, especially like to tell people the stories of the year, young and old like to listen.

"You ask 'fireworks'?"

"'Fireworks' were famous in Yanping, Shencheng, Jicheng, North China, and in the whole of China."

"The story about her, the commentary about her, was very popular back then, it was not a legend as you think, it was when she was alive, she lived a legend as a whole person."

"Now the movie "Fireworks" made by Huaguo is about to be released, and I don't know if the ticket price is expensive!"

Wang Ningxian lifted a pair of glasses.

He worked hard to return home, although he was willing, but with such a lively movie to watch, and he could watch it with his old friends, he felt that it was not a loss.

Looking at the time, it's almost over.

Wang Ningxian got up and went to the cinema, and as soon as he arrived at the cinema, he was greeted to the front row and sat down.

He looked left and right, surrounded by familiar faces.

I couldn't help but smile when we met.

Although everyone may not have said a few words back then, but now goodbye, it is full of cordiality.