Tianjin, 1939.

In the French Concession, in a small two-story western-style building, in front of the wide window of the small living room on the second floor, stood a man in a navy blue suit.

Outside the window, a world of silver makeup. Two days ago, there had been a lot of snowfall, and although there was not much snow on the ground, the snowflakes on the pine branches in the yard showed no signs of melting. On the eaves and window edges of the small buildings across the street, the white snow shimmered silver in the sun.

However, this beautiful snowy scene did not seem to attract the man's attention.

He was facing out the window, holding a half-lit cigar in his hand, his expression indifferent, and a pair of keen eyes under two jet-black sword eyebrows, staring intently at the corner at the end of the street.

This person is Ouyang Fu, who is known as a cold-blooded killer within the Kuomintang Military Command Bureau.

Ouyang Fu rushed to Tianjin immediately after receiving the order yesterday. According to the instructions, he went directly to the two-story building in the French Concession and waited for instructions on his next move.

At this moment, he stood in front of the window on the second floor, staring at the silent and deserted street in front of him. According to the order, at around 10 o'clock this morning, someone from the Tianjin Station of the Military Command will come to contact him and cooperate with the assassination of Masao Takahashi, the special representative of the Japanese secret service in Tianjin.

Masao Takahashi. From the moment he received the order yesterday, the devilish name had been lingering in his mind. As a member of the Northern Action Group of the Military Command, the name Masao Takahashi is not unfamiliar to Ouyang Fu at all.

Back in the "Seven? Before the incident, Masao Takahashi, as a spy of the Japanese secret service, used business as a cover and lurked in Beiping for a long time. "Seven? After the incident, he took off his mask of camouflage and was stationed in Tianjin with the head of the Japanese army, assisting the Japanese gendarmerie in fighting the anti-Japanese forces in the Beijing-Tianjin area as a special representative of the Japanese secret service. This self-proclaimed Japanese devil who is a master of China has the blood of Chinese patriots on his hands.

This time, in order to cooperate with the anti-Japanese efforts throughout the country, and to alleviate the tremendous pressure on the anti-Japanese underground work caused by these traitor agents who are familiar with China's national conditions, the military commander's northern action group is determined to eradicate a group of traitor agents who have done many evils, and the primary goal is Takahashi Masao, who is hated by the Chinese.

Ouyang Fu knew very well that the cunning of such an old and senior Japanese spy could never be ignored. It is said that he almost never leaves the gendarmerie, and even when he does, he has a large number of gendarmerie followers, and it is difficult to find an opportunity to attack.

This time, the comrades of the Tianjin Station learned a valuable piece of information from the enemy through the inside line, and found a golden opportunity to approach Takahashi Masao, so the headquarters of the Northern Action Group urgently ordered Ouyang to come back to Tianjin to carry out the assassination plan.

Ouyang Fu frowned, looking at the street that was still empty. So far, he has not received further instructions for this operation, only that the headquarters will send a comrade to cooperate with his action, and all other information must wait for the comrades of the Tianjin station to provide it.

Suddenly, Ouyang Fu raised his eyebrows, his body quickly flashed behind the curtain, and his eagle-like gaze was firmly fixed on the entrance of the street.

A well-dressed young girl entered Ouyang Fu's line of sight.

A pair of white high leather boots under a long tweed coat in Hailan, a snow-white mink fur collar and a mink round hat surrounded a colorful face, because the brim was too low to see the eyebrows, only the bright red lips looked particularly dazzling against the snow-white background.

"Woman." Ouyang Fu couldn't help but be a little disappointed. This is the French Concession, and there are many foreign women who like to wear heavy makeup in small buildings on a few streets.

He stood motionless behind the curtains, quietly waiting for her to walk in front of the small building.

Soon, Ouyang Fu's brows furrowed again.

This gorgeous figure stopped as she walked in front of the door of this small building, she raised her little hand with leather gloves, lifted her hat upward, revealing her delicate face, and unhurriedly took out a small compact from her small handbag, opened it, looked left and right in the mirror inside, and finally added some powder to her already dazzling white face, and then put the powder back in the handbag, stomped the snow stuck to her boots, and raised her head to look upstairs.

Ouyang Fuwen stood there motionless, staring at the face with bright red lips through the gap in the curtain, with a sense of déjà vu.

The girl looked around one last time, turned and walked up the steps in front of the door, and reached out to ring the doorbell of the courtyard.

The old janitor who received Ouyang Fu last night opened the courtyard door. They whispered a few words at the door, and the old man closed the courtyard door and led the girl into the building.

Ouyang Fu raised his eyes to look at the street that had fallen silent again, turned away from the window in confusion, and sat down on a chair next to another door in the living room that led to the other rooms.

"Could it be that Tianjin Station sent a female comrade to connect?" He looked suspiciously at the door that led to the hallway, but his face remained unmoved, and he pulled out his lighter and lit another cigar.

There was a sound of light footsteps outside the door, and then the door was pushed open, and a pretty figure appeared in the door of the living room.

The white mink cap had been removed, and the black and shiny curls were enclosed in a silver beaded net, like a delicate wreath, around the pretty cheeks. The pair of originally calm and indifferent apricot eyes under the butterfly-like eyelashes suddenly widened the moment they saw Ouyang Fu, and their shock was no less than suddenly finding a giant python in the room.

Ouyang Fu was also taken aback by the other party's sudden change in expression, but his expression did not change in the slightest. Still holding a cigar in his hand, he stood up and nodded slightly at the other party.

Ouyang Fu's indifferent expression seemed to anger the woman at the door, she glanced at him coldly, walked straight to the sofa in the middle of the living room, put down the hat and handbag in her hand, took off her leather gloves, took off her heavy coat, turned around, her apricot eyes narrowed slightly, her pretty chin raised slightly, and looked at Ouyang Fu proudly again.

As if a drop of water had calmly dripped into the oil pot, with a "bang", Ouyang Fu was in his doubtful heart and suddenly the oil stars splashed. This look of arrogance and contempt had never appeared on the face of the second person in Ouyang Fu's memory.

"It's her."