The terrain where Vance Bai lives is a bit too complicated.
Yuyuan Road was originally a mixed-race place in Shanghai’s public concession.
Three religions and nine streams, traffickers and foot soldiers all gathered here.
And the most critical question is:
There is too much traffic.
The killer is hidden and difficult to find.
But it is too easy for a killer to keep his eye on his target.
Not to mention that patrols cannot be used temporarily, even if patrols are really used, there are still huge dangers.
Moreover, where Wan Sibai lived, there was only one exit.
What if the killer just blocks the front?
Meng Shaoyuan had a headache.
Create confusion? Pretending to be Vance Bai?
In doing so, the probability of success is too low.
"I saw at least five or six secret agents." Through the car window, Zhu Yanni observed very carefully.
If you observe carefully, spies have traces to follow.
For example, the man who set up a stall selling noodles did not pay attention to the customers at all, but kept looking at Wan Sibai's residence.
There is also a person near him who is wearing sunglasses and pretending to be a blind man playing the erhu. It is almost certain that he is the boss who sells slim products.
Because the noodle seller will glance at the "blind man" from time to time. This is where the subordinates are observing the reaction of the superiors and whether there are any new instructions.
As for the blind man?
The most famous blind man playing the erhu is probably the blind man A Bing from Wuxi.
For this kind of food, usually when having a bowel movement, the head and body will move rhythmically with the erhu, but this "blind man" does not.
His head was frozen.
It was nothing more than using the cover of his sunglasses to swagger around and spy on the other side.
"Master Meng." Zhu Yanni turned her head: "I asked you, what are you doing dressed like this today?"
Today, Meng Shaoyuan was wearing a silk dress, cloth trousers, and tied trousers. The most important thing is that he wore a pair of nondescript leather shoes on his feet.
What's even more troublesome is that he also wears three large gold rings on his left and right hands.
This way...he looks like a gangster.
Meng Shaoyuan didn't explain. He slowly took out a pair of small round sunglasses from his pocket and put them on: "Come on, I'll treat you to some noodles. Third aunt..."
"Snapped!"
"Zhu Yanni, why did you hit me on the head? You're rebelling!"
…
Zhu Yanni, wearing a dark red cheongsam and bright red high heels, held Meng Shaoyuan's hand and came to the noodle stall.
"Two bowls of noodles, put eggs in them."
Meng Shaoyuan sat down swaggeringly.
"Ouch." At this time, even the tone of Zhu Yanni's words was exactly the same as those fashionable women in Shanghai: "Mr. Qin, look at it, look at it, clean it up a little bit... …”
"Ouch."
Meng Shaoyuan was also very angry: "Is it hygienic? It was hygienic when I was doing the calligraphy for Hui Chun Tang, right? Now I am my third concubine, and I will teach you about hygiene."
"Ouch, Mr. Qin, why are you humiliating like this?"
Meng Shaoyuan, you are finished!
Zhu Yanni swore that Meng Shaoyuan would be dead as soon as he returned!
Meng Shaoyuan spoke as if no one was around, with a loud voice that could be heard clearly by the people around him.
But one look at the appearance of this "Master Qin", it is almost certain that he is a gangster.
You can mess with anyone, except gangsters.
The noodle seller brought two bowls of noodles with eggs and put them in front of Meng Shaoyuan and Zhu Yanni with smiling faces: "Boss, your noodles."
Not to mention, he speaks Chinese very fluently.
Meng Shaoyuan just took a bite and put down his chopsticks: "Come here, noodle seller."
"Boss, what's the matter? What's the matter?" The noodle seller hurried over.
"You idiot, what kind of noodles are you making!"
Meng Shaoyuan raised his hand, and a bowl of noodle soup was poured directly into his face...
…
The phone rang.
Wan Sibai answered the phone: "Who?"
"The military commander is responsible for covering your retreat... Listen, prepare to evacuate in thirty minutes."
"What? So fast?"
"Don't ask. In thirty minutes, take your wife and children out. In five minutes, a guy from the Western Clothing Store will bring you clothes. Ask your servant to get the clothes. The retreat plan is in the left pocket."
"I……"
"I told you, don't ask, our director will personally handle your retreat."
"Understood."
…
"You idiot, what kind of noodles are you making!"
Meng Shaoyuan raised his hand and a bowl of noodle soup was poured directly onto the face of the noodle seller.
The bowl of noodles had just been cooked and was still hot. The noodle seller covered his face and screamed.
Several Japanese spies nearby looked at the blind man, but the blind man calmly shook his head.
It took the noodle seller a long time to let go of his hand, and half of his face turned red.
Meng Shaoyuan sneered, took out a dagger and stabbed the table hard: "Do you know why you have to suffer this?"
"I have no idea I have no idea."
The noodle seller was full of anger.
If he hadn't been on a special mission, he would have killed this guy long ago!
…
The blind man suddenly saw a rickshaw stop at Wan Sibai's door, and a man dressed as a waiter got off the rickshaw. The blind man immediately lost consciousness.
The man rang the doorbell and the servant came out. The man handed the packed clothes to the servant. Then the door closed again and the man got on the rickshaw and left.
There were no issues throughout.
The blind man immediately turned his attention to the noodle shop...
…
"Do you know why you have to suffer this?" Meng Shaoyuan sneered: "Do you know who I am?"
"I have no idea I have no idea."
"Long sword, short sword, quick spear, goshawk, cheetah and black tiger, iron fist and copper palm flying kick, teapot accountant, a golden ax shakes Shanghai, the most heroic of the Thirteen Taibao!" Meng Shaoyuan clapped his chest: "Alla is Qin among the Thirteen Taibao. Young Master!"
Damn it, gangster!
The noodle seller quickly nodded and bowed: "It's my fault that I'm blind. It's my fault that I'm blind."
"Listen, Boss Ji is covering this place." Meng Shaoyuan found it quite fun to be a gangster, especially when Ji Yunqing's name was brought out:
"If you set up a stall here, you have to pay boss Ji protection fees! Have you paid your protection fees?"
"No, no, I'll give it right now, I'll give it right now."
It was a normal thing in Shanghai for gangsters to extort protection money. The noodle seller could only admit that he was unlucky and quickly took out a few yuan and handed it to Meng Shaoyuan with a smile on his face.
"It will be this number every week from now on." Meng Shaoyuan collected the money and said, "Be smart, who will mess with the boss's name during the season."
"Okay, okay."
"Master Qin, Master Qin."
At this moment, a man in black shorts ran up to Meng Shaoyuan and whispered something in his ear.
"Are you sure it's here?"
Meng Shaoyuan asked without hesitation.
"OK, sure." Black Bunt pointed to the opposite side: "Look, it's out."
…
The door of Wan Sibai's house opened.
Wan Sibai and his wife and children walked out, carrying a briefcase in their hands, and seemed to be going out to eat.
Suddenly, something unexpected happened.
"Master Qin" fiercely pulled out his gun and shouted:
"Vance Bai!"
"Bang bang bang"!
The gun in his hand went off.
Wan Sibai fell to the ground.
Blood slowly flowed out from under his body.
