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Li Zaixing's cigarette butt crossed an arc in the air, and Xu Shiming and his people rushed into the school building of Huiling Middle School at No. 336 Gordon Road, completely caught off guard, and there was not even a firefight, and another underground liaison station of the military command was terminated.

Although the Shanghai District of the Military Command has begun a large-scale retreat, this is already the sixth military command liaison station that has been swept away within this month.

It turned out that standing tall and standing straight on the streets of Shanghai to direct the action was so enjoyable, which Li Zaixing, who had only set foot on Shanghai Beach after the war, had never felt. Under his auspices, almost every day, there are hidden agents of the military commander arrested, and among thousands of troops, he commands if he is determined, and Xu Shiming resolutely carries it out, and as long as the military commander falls into Xu Shiming's hands, they will either fall into the water or be killed or injured.

He's not on a job mission anymore, he's doing some kind of perverted revenge: watching his old club that wanted to kill him be shattered to pieces.

Li Zaixing, the newly promoted director of the Intelligence Division of the General Headquarters of the Communist Party of China Salvation Agent.

Chongqing couldn't sit still, Dai Li came to write a letter, just in the upper pocket of his suit, he was okay to take it out and take a look at it, and see Dai Li write "Yu Yujun is thick, and he has been following hardships for many years", he has to scold, so many years of hard work have been fed to the dog! Sometimes, I saw Dai Li scolding, "Going against the rest of things, where is the reason!" Where is the conscience! ”

He was about to scold back, "Dai Chunfeng, you reverse black and white, it's too unreasonable!" ”

Li Zaixing's sweep was mixed with his resentment and was unstoppable. The military commanders fell into an unprecedented predicament in Shanghai, almost all their relations were exposed, they were retreating in a hurry, and they were in chaos. Only Wang Qingrong is like a lost dog, unable to withdraw and hard to support, and Li Zaixing vowed to keep sweeping like this until he catches Wang Qingrong's bastard!

He once thought that the secret conversation with Yu Xiaoshu was more auspicious, but he never thought that he would be ambushed by his own people, he was one of the founders of the secret service of the Fuxing Society, and he had experienced hardships over the years, just like a clockwork machine, he had never been tired for a moment, but not only could he not be promoted, but he was also put on a position by the hairy boy Wang Qingrong.

He couldn't swallow it.

In fact, he hesitated for a moment about whether to fall into the water, but as long as he thought about it, the shot that hit him did not hesitate at all, and all his old feelings and fetters were swept away. This shot almost pierced his heart, and also beat the words "loyal to the monarch and patriotism" in his heart without a trace.

He really couldn't figure it out, why would a pampered Wang Qingrong think that he could overturn the good situation in Shanghai that Li Zaixing had fought hard for, but this was not enough, without Dai Yunong's instructions, even if he Wang Qingrong had the courage, Xu Zong would have the courage to order to shoot at him Li Zaixing?

He joined the Hunan Army when he was young, and he was originally a lawless soldier and bandit, but later entered the third phase of Huangpu, knowing his shortcomings, so he also joined the Sun Literature Society and worked hard to improve his political level. After twenty years of bullets, he did not fall on the battlefield, but was carried out of the Upper East Bank building by foreign doctors in broad daylight.

This shot made Li Zaixing unable to lift even a little finger, and was quickly sent by Yu Xiaoshu to the Ministry of Industry Hospital on Wusong Road in Hongkou for treatment.

"Bastard, bastard." His own muttering curses were like golden hoops over his head, tightening and tightening, giving him a splitting headache.

"Brother Zaixing, hold on!" Yu Xiaoshu's voice drifted into his ears.

"Lao Tzu will not let them go!"

Li Zaixing gritted his teeth, raised his pistol in his imagination, and aimed it at Wang Qingrong's smiling face.

"Lao Tzu wants people, guns, and revenge!"

Li Zaixing's heart was roaring, but the pain sealed his throat.

His consciousness was clear for a while, and he was confused for a while, and when the car passed by the Waibaidu Bridge, he finally didn't have to get out of the car and salute the Japanese sentry as he did every time he passed by here. When he shook it, he would be puzzled, he didn't understand why he was in the car, and he had to rely on this vague laughing cloud in front of him to continue his life, wasn't this the person he planned to kill not long ago?

By the way, Wang Qingrong, it must be Wang Qingrong, Wang Qingrong of the dog day.

So, in the past few days lying in the hospital, he only had five words in his mind: kill Wang Qingrong!