Meng Shaoyuan never expected that he would meet his father in Shanghai.
Meng Baifeng came here for the Japanese Rangers.
"There are twenty-five more, or twenty-six." Meng Shaoyuan told his father: "I killed two at the cost of eight deaths and one injury, and then killed two at the cost of four killed. , one was injured."
"It's terrible, but it's a good deal."
Meng Baifeng said calmly: "These are the elites of the Japanese army. Every time one of them is killed, it is a victory. And every time one of them dies in Shanghai, they cannot be replaced."
I came to Shanghai this time because I was worried that you would not be able to deal with these Japanese people. It seems that you did a good job. "
Did a good job?
Meng Shaoyuan could only smile bitterly.
Twelve deaths and one injury, in exchange for four deaths and one injury from the opponent, is this a good call?
He was trading his life for his life there.
But other than doing this, he had no other option.
"I came to Shanghai for a meeting this time." Meng Baifeng continued: "By the way, I am also looking for an opportunity to kill one or two of them."
Having said this, he seemed to have thought of something: "By the way, what happened to Ishida Hideki?"
Meng Shaoyuan's face immediately darkened when he mentioned this, and he told the story exactly as it happened.
Meng Baifeng's eyes immediately became dim, and he sighed deeply: "It's a pity, it's a pity, there is no place in the mountains where the bones are not buried, hey."
He didn't know what to say.
Meng Shaoyuan was silent for a while and told me all the changes in the situation in Shanghai.
"That guy named Okaman Yosuke is easy to deal with." Meng Baifeng said thoughtfully: "Sakaki Yuta is a disaster, but people always have weaknesses. I will stay in Shanghai for a while and help you see if there is any way to solve it. ”
"Um."
Meng Shaoyuan didn't say much.
"It's done, I'm leaving." Meng Baifeng stood up: "By the way, which hospital does the injured Japanese soldier live in?"
"Yongchuan Hospital."
"Why don't you deal with it?"
"It's very close to No. 76. There are several special agents on duty at the entrance of the ward, so it's not easy to attack."
"Oh, got it."
Meng Baifeng put on his windbreaker and hat: "It's quite cold today."
…
Yongchuan Hospital was founded in 1936 and is a young hospital.
There are many people coming to see the doctor.
Meng Baifeng took a look at the cold.
In this weather, many people have colds.
When going to get medicine, Meng Baifeng walked around the hospital.
A little nurse came out pushing a cart.
There were equipment from the surgery that had just been performed on it.
"Hello, where is the inpatient department?"
Meng Baifeng stopped the little nurse.
"Third floor."
Meng Baifeng had no intention of leaving, but said, "You are so good-looking."
The little nurse's face turned red.
"Are you free after work? I'll treat you to a meal." Meng Baifeng continued.
"No, not available."
The little nurse pushed the cart away in a panic.
Meng Baifeng smiled.
In his hand, he held a scalpel and a hemostat.
Really, that little nurse is really pretty.
…
Two spies stood at the door of a ward in the inpatient department on the third floor.
The Japanese soldier should be living there.
Meng Baifeng lit his pipe and took a puff.
Then he walked over with his hands behind his back, his pipe in his mouth.
The two agents were also addicted to smoking. They took out their cigarettes and were about to light them when Meng Baifeng's face turned serious:
"Stand still!"
As if the conditions were met, the two agents stepped forward.
But then he realized something was wrong: "Who are you?"
Meng Baifeng sneered: "Ask Ding Mo Village and Li Shiqun who I am!"
The tone was so loud that the two agents were a little unsure.
"Stand up straight!"
Meng Baifeng said sternly again.
The two agents stood up straight again!
"Well, that's pretty much it."
Meng Baifeng smiled, and then waved both hands at the same time!
The scalpel in his left hand slit the throat of an agent.
The hemostat in his right hand was inserted into the throat of another agent.
Stand up straight and let me kill you!
Without even looking at the two people clutching their throats in pain, he pushed open the door to the ward and walked in.
Inside, lay a seriously injured patient.
There was a sound of falling to the ground behind him.
Meng Baifeng walked up to the patient and said in Japanese: "Hey, wake up."
The patient reluctantly opened his eyes and asked in Japanese: "Who are you?"
"Captain Manjing asked me to come."
"Your Excellency Manjing?"
Identity confirmation, no need to talk nonsense.
The scalpel quickly cut his throat.
Meng Baifeng's black trench coat was stained with a few drops of blood, which was stained when he killed two agents just now, which made him very dissatisfied.
This coat is custom-made and very expensive.
It's been a long time since I've done anything, and my skills have become rusty.
Meng Baifeng dragged in the bodies of the two agents.
Then he walked out and closed the door to the ward.
The series of actions took only a very short time and did not alarm anyone in the hospital.
Meng Baifeng hadn't even finished smoking a pack of cigarettes.
He returned to the second floor.
You said it was a coincidence that he met that little nurse again.
He smiled: "Really, after get off work, can I treat you to dinner and a movie?"
…
Meng Baifeng chose a restaurant opposite the hospital. The food here was said to be very expensive.
After all, the little nurse was asked out by him.
My name is Qiao Qiao, a very nice name, and I am twenty-two years old.
He blushes when he talks.
Meng Baifeng chose a position near the window, where he could see the hospital opposite.
Several cars were parked at the gate, and people were constantly coming in and out nervously.
"What's wrong? Something happened in the hospital?"
Meng Baifeng asked.
Qiao Qiao nodded nervously: "Killed."
"Killed?" Meng Baifeng had a surprised expression on his face.
"Yes." Qiao Qiao said with lingering fear: "Three people died in the inpatient department. When we were about to get off work just now, we were all summoned for questioning."
"Hey, the world is like this." Meng Baifeng sighed: "How come killing three people is like killing three chickens? It's really scary. Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Qiao Qiao's face turned red again: "What do you do?"
"Me?" Meng Baifeng smiled: "I work for the Nanjing government."
Qiao Qiao's expression suddenly changed.
I work for the Nanjing government.
This is a traitor.
How can he be a traitor if he is so graceful?
Qiao Qiao stood up: "I'm sorry, I remembered that I have something to do at home, so I'm leaving."
"Leave? Don't you want to eat?"
"Thank you, I won't eat."
Qiao Qiao left here in a hurry.
Look, a very patriotic girl.
Meng Shaoyuan smiled, poured himself a glass of wine, and took a sip.
Well, what is certain now is that there are only twenty-five people left in the so-called Rangers.
If one more person dies, the pressure on his son will be alleviated.
He finished his drink and put down his glass and money.
"Sir, I'm leaving."
The clerk handed over the windbreaker diligently.
"Let's go, the food is delicious."
