"Sir, you don't need to stay here in person, there is still danger."
"Danger? What's the danger?"
Meng Shaoyuan, who was dressed in servant clothes, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said slowly: "Who knew I would be here? You betrayed me?"
Li Zhifeng curled his lips.
"I have to keep an eye on it here to feel at ease."
Meng Shaoyuan's expression became serious: "This matter is too involved, there can't be any problems!"
This is Qinyuan, Zhuang Sixing's mansion.
The number of military intelligence agents arranged cannot be too large, otherwise they will be easily exposed.
Meng Shaoyuan plays the new servant.
Li Zhifeng finally felt proud and became the little boss in charge of the servants.
Sir, sir.
Xu Lesheng came over: "Sir, the whole family of the housekeeper of the Zhuang Mansion has been controlled by us and locked up in the woodshed. Cao Ruicheng and Chen Hong are watching them. The housekeeper also agreed to assist us."
Meng Shaoyuan didn't care about this at all: "Xu Lexheng, wouldn't it be interesting to be a spy?"
"Yes." Xu Lesheng said honestly: "It's completely different from me being a soldier and fighting."
Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "Follow the officer well, and I guarantee that you...hey, what are you doing?"
He was actually kicked in the butt by Li Zhifeng.
"Why are you lazy here? Get up and get to work!" Li Zhifeng said sternly: "Newcomer, why don't you have any rules?"
It turned out that two old ladies who specialized in serving ladies were passing by.
Meng Shaoyuan quickly stood up: "Yes, yes."
"Newcomers, please abide by the rules of our Qinyuan."
Li Zhifeng kicked him again.
This is intentional!
This kid is now broken, and he wants to take revenge whenever he finds an opportunity!
You wait, wait until you go back...
No, you can't wear them too much in small shoes. If you wear them too much, they will get tired.
Well, I have to think of another way to deal with them.
Poor Li Zhifeng never dreamed that he had become Chief Meng's prey.
…
"Two cars just left Zhengmao Yangxing Company and will arrive in about twenty minutes."
"knew."
Ping Fusheng put on his peaked cap and pushed out his bicycle.
"There are about a dozen Japanese spies at the gate of Qinyuan. You must be careful."
"Don't worry, I'll be fine."
"This is a bomb."
…
"Your Excellency, no suspicious persons have entered Qinyuan, and no military agents have been found nearby."
"Very good, this time, it's very important."
"Hai."
"Where's the one named Fang?"
"Fang Qiran? He will meet us in Qinyuan."
"Is there something wrong with this person?"
"No, we have been keeping him under control for the past two days."
Imai Takeo nodded slightly.
Tong work!
This is the highlight of all.
Only Zhuang Sixing can prove whether the Song Ziliang he saw is actually Song Ziliang!
…
Several agents stared at Qin Yuan across from them without blinking.
They don't know their specific mission today. They only know that if any suspicious person appears in Qinyuan or any suspicious incident occurs, they must report it as soon as possible.
So far, there has been no movement at all.
A bicycle approaches from far away.
There was only one person, and he was carrying a bag.
Riding to the gate of Qinyuan, the bicycle stopped.
The cyclist took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a few puffs.
Then he turned the bag to his chest and rummaged for something inside.
After a while, he took something out of his bag and threw it towards Qinyuan.
Then he quickly rode off on his bicycle.
Before leaving, he held the handlebar with one hand, took out a handful of leaflets from his bag and threw them into the sky.
"boom!"
There was an earth-shattering explosion.
A big hole was blown out of the gate of Qinyuan!
…
"Down with Japanese imperialism!"
"We will win the war!"
"Down with the traitors and root out the traitors!"
These are the flyers scattered at the entrance of Qinyuan.
The agents looked at each other in confusion.
The bombing of Qinyuan had nothing to do with them.
In Shanghai, scenes like this happen almost every day.
This Zhuang Sixing, I don’t know how he offended those “patriots” in the Chinese people’s mouth.
…
"Qinyuan was bombed. Mr. Imai, I suggest you not to go."
"Where are the attackers?"
"He dropped the bomb and ran away, scattering leaflets all over the floor."
"Are there any other abnormalities?"
"Not yet."
"Fang Qiran?"
"Already arrived."
"Zhuang Sixing has any dealings with us?"
"We have some business dealings, but this person is very timid and does not want to have too close contact with us. He is also afraid of offending us. He is also very reluctant when doing business."
Takeo Imai pondered for a moment: "Don't worry too much about accidental emergencies."
"Your Excellency, I still recommend that you stop taking action and choose another date."
"No." Takeo Imai looked solemn: "I said, this mission is very important. Once the investigation is completed, I must return to Hong Kong immediately. I must go even if there is danger. Order to monitor closely."
"Hai!"
…
Several police officers have appeared at the gate of Qinyuan.
They were all just lazy and listless.
Isn't it just a bomb being dropped? How big a deal is that?
No one died.
At most, it will cost you some money and just replace the door.
Several people appeared outside Qinyuan and wanted to go in, which aroused the interest of the patrol officers.
"What are you doing?" A patrolman stopped them.
"Oh, my name is Fang Qiran. I am Zhuang Sixing's good friend. I made an appointment with him to meet today."
Fang Qiran said, and hurriedly took out a few packs of cigarettes and stuffed them into the patrolman's hand: "What do you think happened? How could Boss Zhuang, such a good person, have his house blown up?"
While they were talking there, Qinyuan's housekeeper hurried out, unable to hide the fear on his face: "Boss Fang, are you here? You guys, these are friends of our master."
"go in."
The patrolman yawned.
Fang Qiran immediately led several people behind him into Qinyuan.
…
coming.
Meng Shaoyuan was chopping firewood there hard.
I'll give you a thumbs up, Li Zhifeng, for arranging such a hard errand for the chief.
Meng Shaoyuan's two arms were all weak from the chop.
You wait.
The one in front is Fang Qiran.
Back?
Takeo Imai!
In Meng Shaoyuan's mind, he quickly connected Takeo Imai with the photos he had seen.
This man made "major contributions" to the establishment of Wang Jingwei's puppet regime.
Normally, Meng Shaoyuan would not consider it at all. One shot would kill him.
Tolerate!
Everything, for Plan 3!
…
"Boss Fang, you guys wait, I'll go make the announcement."
The housekeeper walked in and came out after a while:
"Guys, our master was frightened. He didn't want to see guests at first, but he heard that the house boss is here."
"Don't worry, we won't be delayed too long."
"Please, please."
The housekeeper sighed as he spoke: "Who have we offended?"
