Seven or eight corpses lay scattered inside and outside the room.
The smell of gunpowder smoke from the violent explosion just now mixed with the smell of blood filled the air.
The seriously injured one screamed in pain from the pool of blood.
Mo Jinghe was squirming there.
He's not dead yet, but he's almost there.
Blood was spurting out from his mouth, and he didn't know what was going on until now.
The moment he rushed into the room, the explosion had already occurred.
Then, that was it.
Several of his men died, and now, he was also dying.
Who do you want to catch?
He saw nothing.
He knew he was going to die. Before he died, he suddenly thought of what someone once said:
"Shanghai has only one King of Shanghai. Li Shiqun will never be the real King of Shanghai!"
At the time, he didn't believe it.
Now, before he died, he finally believed it.
Li Shiqun will never be the real King of Shanghai!
The frightened guests swarmed out of the room, screaming in terror. .
The agents on the first floor knew that something big had happened as soon as the explosion was heard.
They desperately tried to get to the third floor, but they got mixed up with the guests who were running for their lives in embarrassment.
Angry voices, strange screams, and scoldings.
The mess here is impossible to clean up.
I don't know which secret agent it was. His head was dizzy and he actually fired a shot into the air in an attempt to control the situation.
But as a result, the guests who were already in panic became even more confused.
The sound of explosions also attracted Japanese military police.
The piercing sirens soon sounded.
After a while, a group of Japanese military police armed with live ammunition rushed into the International Hotel.
It has been peaceful here for a long time.
Now this explosion breaks the peace here.
At the same time, this also indicates that Shanghai will once again set off a storm!
…
“In the past, the International Hotel was a very important point of contact for us.”
Standing at the window, looking at the International Hotel opposite, and eating the snacks that had just been delivered to Room 321, Meng Shaoyuan said with some emotion: "When important guests come to Shanghai, we will basically arrange for them to stay at the International Hotel.
Lao Ge was there at that time and arranged everything in an orderly manner. Now it's a pity that there's an explosion. By the way, the explosion was so loud just now. Su Junwen, did you pack too much explosives? "
"No, I put it in according to your instructions."
Poor Su Junwen, how did he know that he had fallen into a pit?
Meng Shaoyuan's face darkened: "No, my judgment is not wrong. You must have planted too many explosives. The extra explosives will be deducted from your salary this month."
ah?
Not long after he became the commander's guard, Li Zhifeng imparted knowledge to the newcomers.
If you follow your superiors, everything will be fine. Just one thing:
Don't offend your superiors.
Otherwise, even a three-inch golden lotus would be too small for you in those little shoes.
There will also be deductions from your salary that will make you sleepless.
Of course, giving you small shoes to wear will not only offend your superiors, but also show that your superiors begin to treat you as one of their own.
Many new guard members are eager to try the shoes given by their commanders.
But how can the officer's shoes be just for you to wear?
How could Su Junwen have thought that he would get a taste of it just after arriving in Shanghai?
The problem is, I have never offended my superior.
Su Junwen boldly said: "Boss, if I did something wrong, please speak out."
"No, how could you, Su Junwen, do something wrong?" Meng Shao smiled and said, "At 3:45 pm on the 18th of last month, you told others that Chief Meng could handle so many women."
"this?"
"Are you trying to make fun of me?"
"No no."
"Okay, don't be afraid." Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "I am a big-bellied person, so I generally won't argue with you."
Is this called a big belly?
You remember clearly what time it was.
Meng Shaoyuan picked up his black windbreaker:
"Walk!"
"yes!"
When he walked out of the room, Meng Shaoyuan looked back.
This is Room 321 of the YMCA Hotel!
YMCA Hotel is just opposite the International Hotel!
…
Police officer Lao Bai and Bai Jiye are completely different people.
He used to be unshaven, but now he is clean shaven.
The hair was also specially combed.
Wearing a gray cloth gown and a pair of glasses.
Looking at it, he is not a policeman at all, more like a teacher.
In his hand, he was also carrying a rattan box.
When he saw Meng Shaoyuan, he immediately said respectfully:
"Boss, the 'Qin Shi' lurking mission has been completed."
The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty passed the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned. But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and they don't teach Hu Ma to cross the Yin Mountains!
This poem contains a total of twelve codenames of potential agents.
Before Meng Shaoyuan evacuated Shanghai, he left behind twelve secret agents:
This is the "Wang Changling Group"!
"King of Shanghai" Meng Shaoyuan, a group of secret agents all over Shanghai!
Meng Shaoyuan was good at everything, but he just couldn't replace his nickname with his name.
This was the idea Wu Jingyi gave him back then.
Since you don’t know how to use substitutions, you can choose from the poetry of the Tang and Song Dynasties.
Meng Shaoyuan looked at him with a smile: "You are getting old."
you're old.
Tears welled up in Bai Jiye's eyes.
His voice even became choked:
"Boss, I miss you, and all the brothers miss you. My superior, 'Lingyan Pavilion', met with me in secret before he died. He said that he missed the boss.
Boss, Ling Yange is a good man. He fell into the hands of No. 76 and was tortured for seven days and seven nights without revealing a single word. Before he died, he only said one sentence. "
Bai Jiye took a deep breath:
"He said that one day, the young master will help me take revenge!"
There is only one Shanghai King in Shanghai!
Similarly, there is only one young master in Shanghai.
Director of the Supervision Office of the Military Reunion of Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai Provinces, and the Supreme Commander of Shanghai Undercover Agents:
Meng Shaoyuan!
Codename, "Young Master"!
Meng Shaoyuan's eyes were also red, and he adjusted his mood:
"'Lingyan Pavilion' is right about what he said. I will definitely help him get revenge. I can only take advantage and cannot suffer any loss. When my man dies, someone must accompany him to the funeral.
He was tortured for seven days and seven nights. If his torturer loses one night, then I lose! "
Bai Jiye was relieved. At least those comrades who died could rest in peace.
He just didn't quite understand something: "Boss, why did you deliberately expose your whereabouts?"
"I came to Shanghai this time on a personal mission." Meng Shaoyuan said calmly: "Li Shiqun has lived long enough, and now the game has begun!"
Bai Jiye became energetic: "Boss, do you want to deal with Li Shiqun?"
When he saw his boss nodding, Bai Jiye couldn't wait to say: "Please let me stay in Shanghai. I can still fight. Boss, I can help you!"
"Go home, 'Qin Shi'!" Meng Shaoyuan stared at him: "Your mission has been successfully completed. Now I ask you to go home!"
