Huhai City

The ten-mile foreign field on the bank of the Huangpu River is more prosperous than in the past, the tall buildings of the Western West with different styles are lined up one after another, the Huitong Bank building in the French neoclassical architectural style stands majestically in the middle, the whole building has a total of 4 floors on the ground, the first and second floors are the business buildings of Huitong Bank, the third floor is the headquarters of "Guangjitang", the fourth floor is the headquarters of the Normandy Import and Export Company in Shanghai, and the basement is the vault and equipment room.

It was early summer

The ten-mile foreign field where wealthy businessmen and magnates gather is brightly lit, and from time to time there are fair girls in cheongsams passing by in rickshaws on the streets, attracting the attention of passers-by.

In a French café on the side of the road

Sheng Yeyun, who was wearing a light-colored suit, walked in with a slim cheongsam girl in his hand, and after scanning his gaze, he stopped on the two blonde and blue-eyed foreigners near the side of the road, raised his feet and walked over.

"That's a nice place you chose, can I sit here?" Mr. Bergson. ”

"Of course, Your Excellency Sir Sheng, your presence has made this place flourishing."

"You're welcome."

Sheng Yeyun sat down with his female companion, and his eyes involuntarily glanced out of the glass window, the tall Huitong Bank Building looked magnificent in the evening glow, and there were several red-headed Ah San guards standing at the door, prohibiting idlers from approaching.

Sheng Yeyun's eyes revealed a hint of complexity, and he turned around and asked in authentic Dutch; "Mr. Bergson, what have you learned these days?"

Mr. Bergson is about 40 years old, his face is typical of the Nordic race of stiff lines, a pair of gray-blue eyes seem to be thousands of miles away, vaguely revealing the tenacity of a soldier, he is obviously the dominant of the two, his gaze intentionally or unintentionally swept over the female companion beside Sheng Yeyun and muttered.

"Rest assured, Mr. Bergson, this stupid woman can't read a single word, let alone understand the noble Dutch, and it's like a book of heaven for her, and she was only taken with her to disguise her identity." Sheng Yeyun was very sensitive and took the initiative to explain.

"Thank you for your good reputation, Dear Sir Sheng." The lines of Bergson's stiff face softened, an old-fashioned soldier who valued Dutch honor for his life.

Sheng Yeyun's words had succeeded in winning him favor, and the previous displeasure he had felt at the Governor's Mansion ordering these proud Dutchmen to obey the orders of a Chinese had now vanished.

"I have to admit that this Mr. Z is a pivotal figure, with the directors of the British and French ministries of industry, diplomatic envoys from various countries and Manchu ministers, or wealthy businessmen on the rich side, and there is hardly a simple person."

Bergson has the usual rigorous style of Germanic people, and when he introduces the situation, he is very good at disregarding personal likes and dislikes, and presents the situation as objectively as possible, he continued; "Mr. Z's bodyguards are very strict and impenetrable, and there is no chance to take advantage of them in the headquarters building or private estate.

The only chance to do so is probably on the way to a horse-drawn carriage.

The biggest problem was that Mr. Z rode in an American 4-wheeled bulletproof armored horse-drawn carriage, a special horse-drawn carriage in the western United States that was used to transport bank cash and expensive postal packages, often equipped with a Gatling heavy machine gun with excellent defensive performance.

Moreover, Mr. Z will have no less than 4 bodyguards with guns, plus a driver is 5 people, so it can be determined that they are all skilled gunmen, and if you want to assassinate Mr. Z, you must eliminate these difficulties.

This is a very high demand for us. ”

Listening to Bergson's words, Sheng Yeyun frowned obviously, the so-called "Mr. Z" is naturally the general manager of the Normandy Trading Company, Zhu Wei, the master of Guangji Hall, the general person in charge of the arrangement of the Earl of Queensland in the mainland, and one of the right-hand men who rely on his help.

If the assassination is successful, the Queensland trade and immigration work will undoubtedly be thrown into chaos, and until a suitable replacement has completely straightened out the work on the mainland, the vital trade and immigration will be brought to a standstill and disorderly disorder, leaving the Dutch with the opportunity to make further trouble.

This threatens to anger the Earl of Queensland and lead to an unwise decision.

"Now I want to know, are you sure you can complete this operation?" Sheng Yeyun asked.

"Of course, there's no doubt about it." Bergson replied decisively, a hint of arrogance appeared on his cold and hard face, he looked around the café, there was no one at the tables around him, and the café waitress was also at the bar in the distance, so he lowered his voice and said; "Rest assured, Dear Sir Sheng, we have made two large sticky explosive packets, each containing 30 pounds of high explosives, which can be firmly glued to the carriage, and with a "bang" explosion, it can shock the horses and everyone in the carriage to death, and even destroy the hard armored iron plates, but our gunners are ambushed around and will not give the bodyguards a chance to destroy it. ”

"Very well, if you are ready, act as soon as possible, the hateful Queenslanders have taken possession of Samarinda, and we must give a resounding response, and I think this big gift is the best gift to the Earl of Queensland, and it will surely make him feel painful." Sheng Yeyun was a little impatient.

Today, Sheng Yeyun is a baronial title conferred by His Majesty King William III of the Netherlands, and his position is second to none among the Chinese in the East Indies, and he is trusted by the Governor-General.

As long as this is done, he will be able to take up the post of "Kapitan" when he returns to Batavia, which is a real power, which can help the Dutch masters collect taxes, maintain law and order, suppress rebellions, manage one side of the people, and become the true emperor of Batavia.

"We have already prepared for the operation, and the only concern is that ...... luxury carriage of "Mr. Z" often carries some guests, and our actions will injure them by mistake, and if it is an envoy of various countries, it will cause unnecessary international disputes, and we may not be able to afford this responsibility. Bergson looked hesitant.

"Are you sure you'll be able to wait until he's out alone?" Sheng Yeyun asked.

"I'm afraid it's difficult, Mr. Z uses the carriage in the morning is irregular, we can't ambush people in advance on the way to go, through a long period of observation, we found that after getting off work in the evening, Mr. Z usually takes the carriage to Nanjing East Road, you know that it is a place where Westerners gather, high-end hotels and private clubs gather, or attend high-end private drinking parties, or participate in high-class social activities and business activities, there is an excellent place to set up an ambush on the way, so as to kill him in one fell swoop, we are very sure of this." Speaking of this, Bergson shrugged helplessly; "But we can't be sure who else is sitting in the carriage? Because there are too many Westerners in the whole of Shanghai, it is impossible for us to know every single one. ”

The problem was thrown in front of Sheng Yeyun, and he said with a sly smile; "Mr. Bergson, according to the orders of the Governor, the operation will be under the exclusive responsibility of your Special Operations Group, and I cannot give you any better advice on this, but I would like to remind you that the Governor's Mansion is under great pressure right now, and we must do something to distract the people in the country, and if the preparations are ripe, please act immediately, and God will take care of the rest."

"Maybe you're right, then we're ready to do it right away."

"Great, then I await the good news of your victory."

"Stay tuned." Bergson stared at Sheng Yeyun deeply, turned his head and said to the young man beside him; "Notify the action team and act immediately."

"Yes, Your Excellency." The young man nodded slightly, immediately stood up and walked out of the café, beckoning a rickshaw waiting on the side of the road, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

The café fell silent again, and the two men and a woman present quietly drank the coffee in their cups, and looked through the glass from time to time in the direction of the Huitong Bank Building.