"9, 12, 26, 37..."
Twenty-four hours ago.
Meng Shaoyuan wrote these numbers on the cigarette box.
Meaningless numbers.
But people who see these numbers will definitely think that they are meaningful.
Previously, Meng Shaoyuan and his colleagues conducted an experiment, recruiting a total of fifteen volunteers and asking them to find a certain item within a specified time.
Meng Shaoyuan's experimental team asked volunteers to discover some numbers.
Some are written on scrap paper, and some are written on the corner of the wall...
The result was without exception. The fifteen volunteers spent a lot of time studying the meaning of these numbers. They firmly believed that as long as they cracked this set of numbers, they would be able to find the mission items.
Even more important clues are turned a blind eye to this.
Humans have an instinctive obsession with numbers...
…
Now, the Japanese must have found the clues they deliberately left and the numbers on the cigarette boxes, and are thinking hard about what they mean, right?
Study it slowly, because even the people who wrote down these numbers don’t know what they mean.
"Old Yuan." Meng Shaoyuan called Yuan Zhonghe over: "I'll give you a task. Take 30,000 yen, stay in Shanghai for one day, then Zhejiang and Jiangsu, and then return to Nanjing after 20 days. Along the way, You spend all your money on me, all using the yen we robbed..."
Yuan Zhonghe was a veteran spy, and he immediately understood Meng Shaoyuan's intention:
"Team Leader Meng, are you trying to attract the attention of the Japanese? A Chinese speaks Chinese but uses Japanese yen. After the Japanese learn the news, they will definitely connect this with the Zhengjin Bank robbery. We are together. But it would not be good if I keep wandering around Zhejiang, Jiangsu and other places. I might as well go all the way north and directly reach Peking before evacuating."
"No, the Japanese will become more powerful as you go north, making it unsafe." Meng Shaoyuan flatly objected.
It's not that he hasn't considered going north, but in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas, if something goes wrong, he can still try to remedy it.
"Team Leader Meng, I can be considered a senior spy. I was only one year later than Lao Mu." Yuan Zhonghe smiled and said: "I don't have much ability. I can steal some things, but when it comes to saving my life, I He has his own way of doing it. Go north and take the Japanese attention as far away from Nanjing as possible."
Yuan Zhonghe never thought that he would be so brave.
In the past, they just muddle along as monks ringing the bell every day. If there are benefits, you must take the lead; if there is danger, you must retreat.
But it's different now.
After Meng Shaoyuan took office, he led his brothers to make a fortune and perform meritorious service. When Lao Mu died, he disregarded life and death and came to Shanghai to avenge Lao Mu in anger. Where can he find such a leader?
He has gone through life and death for his brothers, and his heart is made of flesh. If others treat you well and rip out their hearts, you are not a stone-like person, right?
Besides, if something happens to him, everyone will have a hard time.
It's my turn to do something for him and this small team.
When one is prosperous, both are prosperous; when one is lost, both are harmed.
Meng Shaoyuan was silent for a moment: "Okay, pay attention to safety."
"Don't worry, the person who can catch me, Yuan Zhonghe, hasn't been born yet."
Outside, Shi Dao's repeated screams were heard.
Yuan Zhonghe took 30,000 yen: "Then I will set off now."
"good."
Meng Shaoyuan put on his mask again and walked out slowly.
Xiang Shounong really took pleasure in torturing people.
Shi Dao was again covered in wounds, and screams of pain could not be heard.
All ten of his fingers were broken off by Xiang Shounong.
But Xiang Shounong had no intention of stopping at all.
The kidnapped bank employee next to him was trembling all over.
He had been begging in his heart to never let himself encounter such a terrible thing.
Meng Shaoyuan walked up to him and asked Xiang Shounong to stop temporarily. He squatted in front of Ishidao Shigeci and said in fluent Japanese: "Do you know who I am?"
"I don't know." Shi Dao was in pain again: "Why did you do this, why!"
"Have you forgotten Minako?" Meng Shaoyuan suddenly roared loudly.
"Varied……"
Before the word "what" could be said, Shigema Shigeji's nose bone had already received a heavy blow.
Shidao let out another scream.
But, who is Minako?
"asshole!"
Meng Shaoyuan roared as he punched Ishishima Shigeji's face one after another: "This is for Minako! No one can do that to Minako!"
Shigeji Ishijima's nose was broken, his eye sockets were cracked, and his teeth were knocked out.
But he really doesn’t know Minako.
Meng Shaoyuan finally stopped.
Shi Dao squirmed in a pool of blood again, unable to say anything.
What is going on?
Meng Shaoyuan pulled out his gun and asked Xiang Shounong to help Shi Dao Chongci sit on the ground. Then he put the muzzle of the gun against Shi Dao Chongci's heart, leaned into his ear, and said in a low voice:
"I don't know Minako either, but do you still remember Nanjing and Mu Dekai?"
Nanjing? Mudke?
Shigejima Shige finally understood what was going on.
revenge!
Everything is for revenge!
They are people from Lixingshe!
That's too late.
Meng Shaoyuan pulled the trigger.
As soon as Xiang Shounong let go, a body covered in bruises fell to the ground.
Meng Shaoyuan stood up and still said in Japanese: "Go and tell Xue Sanqiang to prepare for our retreat."
"Hai!"
Tian Qi answered loudly.
He couldn't understand what Meng Shaoyuan was saying in Japanese at all, but he practiced the simple pronunciation of "Hai" for more than an hour.
Meng Shaoyuan turned to the trembling bank clerk: "What's your name?"
"Come on... Teru Ueda..."
"Look, you are just a hostage." Meng Shaoyuan said calmly: "I shouldn't have killed you, but there is no other way. I can't let anyone reveal my whereabouts."
"No, no!" Ueda Hui cried out in horror: "I promise I won't tell anyone."
late.
Meng Shaoyuan shot at him.
Two shots.
One shot hit him in the abdomen, and the other shot hit him slightly lower on the right side of the chest.
Teru Ueda also fell in a pool of blood.
Damn it, don't die, otherwise Master Meng's hard work for a long time will be of no use at all.
"Take your things and evacuate!"
Even now, Meng Shaoyuan still speaks Japanese.
Several thoughts emerged in the minds of Tian Qi and others at the same time:
This Meng Shaoyuan is really good at acting.
Then, the most unlucky person in the whole case was Taihu Xue Sanqiang.
Isn’t it true that when people sit at home, misfortune comes from heaven?
I don’t know how this young master Meng came up with such a harmful idea.
The two cars left quickly.
After a while, Ueda Hui's body suddenly moved, and then moved again.
"Help...help..."
A weak cry for help came from his mouth.
Don't worry, someone will pass by here soon.
