Faced with his brother's ardent expectations, Li Yunfeng had no choice but to take him with him, but before leaving, he had to disguise himself behind enemy lines like everyone else and use a pseudonym outside.
For example, Chu Yunfei used the pseudonym Fengxian and was a gang member in a robe and mandarin;
Zhou Weiguo's pseudonym is Liuzi, his chicken coop head is wrapped in linen and he is an errand boy;
Yan Shuangying's pseudonym is Yuan Fang. He wears a black robe and has a chain knife on his waist. He is a bodyguard;
As for Li Yunlong, his pseudonym is Qin Xiong, he has a middle-parted head, a black shirt and black shoes, and he is a thug;
Xu Hu is left as the driver, Sun Ming is the housekeeper, and Hu Zi is the laborer.
The last one, Li Yunfeng, looks like a nobleman who has studied abroad.
In this way, a group of nine people drove three high-end cars respectively, heading north from the Tongpu Railway and passing through Anqiu County and Baiyangdian in Baoding. They wanted to take a rest.
Unfortunately, time waits for no one, and Sugiyama Motoju's banquet is coming soon. It's better to wait until he is dealt with before wandering around slowly.
【September 3rd】
Peking
There was a lot of traffic and bright lights in front of the huge Oriental Hotel. Every three to five minutes, a fleet of several high-end cars parked on the roadside.
Immediately, senior officials in crisp suits and sharp military uniforms stepped out of the car one after another.
In comparison, the central protagonist of this birthday party, Sugiyama Moto, is much more simple, wearing a simple white kimono.
Many Japanese senior officials present have long been accustomed to this. After all, the island country advocates white and believes that it is the color of unity and faith.
What's more, the coat on this old dog was given to him by the predecessor of Taizheng Tian Locust Emperor. Looking at the whole country, only this one has such a special treatment, and the respect is evident!
But in the eyes of the traitor lackeys who also attended the banquet, the white kimono was really conspicuous. At first glance, it looked more like a dying person than a birthday boy.
Although this group of people's brains and buttocks have become crooked, some traditions and concepts engraved in their bones have remained unchanged. At the age of sixty, it can be said that they lived a long life in old China when the mortality rate remained high at that time!
Logically it should be a festive bright red, or at worst it should be a bright pure yellow! As a result, this guy Sugiyama Yuan chose white, which is the most taboo color for Chinese people!
[Wearing white on your birthday is not an ominous sign! 】
While drinking and drinking, some sensitive and superstitious traitors glanced at Gen Sugiyama on the high platform and thought to themselves.
But after looking around at the extravagant atmosphere of singing, dancing and lights, I couldn't help but relax physically and mentally and re-immersed myself in this unique feast.
What everyone doesn't know is that in order to cover up this rare peace and tranquility, Sugiyama Yuan ordered the Peking Special High School to settle in the Oriental Hotel ten days ago, and checked everyone from the boss to the waiters who collect swill. , and mobilized military police to block the streets.
All intersections, windows, alleys, secret passages, etc. in and out of the hotel will be checked one by one, and a soldier will be on duty every ten meters.
There is also a brigade from the garrison headquarters, which patrols back and forth within a ten-mile radius with the hotel as the unit.
Without a special pass, it would be difficult to get out of this street alive, let alone entering and exiting the hotel!
Finally, there are the attendees. All vehicles must be searched by military dogs and related agents when they turn into the street.
Prior to this, all those invited to attend the birthday banquet must send the names, photos, information, etc. of the entourage, driver, driver, etc. who will be attending the banquet together in advance to the headquarters.
On the day of the banquet, the special agents of the Special High School will check the roster one by one. Even if there is one more or less person, just go home!
Later, a few plainclothes officers will be sent to follow him to see if this group of people are agents sent by the Chinese intelligence agency to carry out the assassination mission.
The meticulousness and rigor of the security work can be seen from this!
Seeing this, Wen San, a clerk from Tonghe Automobile Dealership, who boasted that he had seen all the big and small dignitaries in Peiping, half-crouched outside the street corner where the Oriental Hotel was located, looked at the past from a distance and couldn't help but sigh:
"De'er, those who know think it's the Japanese commander's birthday, and those who don't know think it's the Japanese locusts from Te Niang that have arrived!"
Hearing this, the rider in big pants on one side, who was clasping his ankle with his right hand, said with contempt and provocation:
"That's called a locust! Return a locust! If I return a locust to you, you'll be like a locust! How about Wen San, do you dare to do something big, break in and bring back a bottle of Japanese wine for the man?"
"Grandma! You, Mr. Wen, from Shijiucheng, don't even bring back a bottle of Japanese wine, you dare to twist off Sugiyama Moto's head and kick it as a ball!"
"Yo? Wen San, I don't see you showing off your bragging skills today!"
"Hahaha! That's right, with his courage, let alone Sugiyama Yuan, even one of his pugs can scare the piss out of you!"
After hearing this, everyone burst into laughter, especially those in big trousers. They put their right hands in their mouths and turned their heads forward and backward in laughter.
He didn't care at all that just a few minutes ago, this hand was still holding the dead skin on his feet.
Seeing this, Wen San became angry and wanted to use force, but he knew that he was no match for him, so he walked to a restaurant angrily, ordered a bowl of Shao Knife and drank it in one gulp, waiting for his return.
I happened to catch a glimpse of three exquisite cars not far away. The one at the end of the queue just drove past, but for some reason it turned back and stopped in front of the car drivers.
Immediately, the car door was opened, and a tall and muscular man with a sinewy face stepped out. He knocked on the pants of his hand, glanced at Wen San, who was blushing and stumbling, and finally stood behind him. In front of the person:
"Are you Wensan?"
"What's the matter? I am Sijiucheng, you Master Wen!"
"Snapped!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen San was slapped with a loud slap in the face. Wen San's originally red cheeks were swollen and raised. He spun back three times and finally sat down on the ground with stars in his eyes.
Seeing this, the other drivers hurriedly fled in all directions. The leader, who was wearing big pants and even shoes, ran barefoot.
"That's right, you are Wensan!"
After hearing this, the other party who was mostly drunk got up from the ground regardless of the severe pain in his body. He knelt on the ground very simply, with an anxious and anxious look on his face:
"Master, I don't know where I dared to offend you! Please consider that I have an eighty-year-old mother above me and a baby to feed below! Please spare me!"
"Okay! Ordinary people will die or be injured after being slapped by me, but you can still talk to me with all your hair and tail! Well, you are probably immune to it after being slapped!"
Immediately, with a solemn expression, he grabbed the other party's collar and said fiercely:
"Listen up! You are a Chinese! Kneel down before heaven and earth, and before your parents. If we ever kneel down in front of an outsider, I will break your legs!"
"Yes Yes Yes!"
At the right time, Wen San nodded crazily like a chicken pecking at rice.
"I know you have grudges against me! It doesn't matter. Later, I will ask you to let go of your courage and unleash it on the little devil!"
