89 Albert Road.
Here, it used to be the Shanghai District Headquarters of the Military Command Bureau.
Here, Shanghai has experienced successive bloody battles.
Here, thousands of troops in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai were once commanded.
But now, this place has become the second office of the pseudo-agent headquarters and a detention center.
The Japanese military police originally took a fancy to this place.
However, under Li Shiqun's insistence, it still became No. 76's industry.
Meng Shaoyuan was very familiar with every plant and tree here.
There, there were two outposts set up there.
There are the locations of four secret sentries.
There, there was a breakfast stall before, and there was a submachine gun under the stall.
It's great to be able to come back here.
Nearby, there is a barber shop.
Every big city has a barber shop.
In every hair salon in a big city, there must be a little Su Bei.
Those who can open a barber shop have generally lived in this city for many years.
Xiao Subei on Alpe Road is no exception.
He has been in Shanghai for twenty years, from being an apprentice to looking for business with the burden of barbering, to renting this store and starting a family.
His best youth was dedicated to Shanghai.
He would often shave his customers' heads and brag about it.
Bragging that he had shaved the head of a certain big shot.
Someone deliberately killed his army: "Xiao Su Bei, you always said that you shaved the head of this person and that person. The 'Pan Tianhu' who used to be the military commander was here. Have you shaved his head?"
"I've shaved my head, why haven't I shaved it?" Xiao Su Bei showed off when he heard it: "Pan Tianhu recognized that I shaved his head, but every time he sent someone to ask me to come and shave his head. He likes me to help him dance. Knife, knock on the back, every time it is cured, the money given is extraordinarily large.
Others say he is very cruel, but he is a good person, a very good person. "
"Shh, little Su Bei, don't talk nonsense now. This is No. 76's territory now."
Every time he thinks of Pan Tianhu, Xiao Su Bei always looks a little lonely.
He still misses his old life.
Early in the morning, a little drizzle started to fall from the sky.
It's too early, and it's raining again. Business is destined to be bad today.
But just as Xiao Su Bei finished his last bite of breakfast, three customers came into the store.
The one who came in first was wearing a black three-piece suit, a black top hat, and a black windbreaker.
As soon as he came in, he said: "Boss, shave your head."
Little Su Bei was stunned as he held the empty bowl.
He couldn't believe that he could hear this voice again.
To the Japanese and those traitors, this voice is the voice of the King of Hell.
But for pure Chinese people, and for little Su Bei, there is nothing more cordial than this.
That is:
The public enemy of Japan and the most powerful agent on the surface, Meng Shaoyuan!
Meng Shaoyuan took off his hat and smiled: "It's too early, don't you want to do business?"
"Do it, do it, why not do it!"
Xiao Su Bei quickly put down the bowl, and his voice became a little trembling: "You don't have to do other people's business, but I must do boss's business. Boss, sit down."
He suddenly thought of something: "I'll close the door."
He was afraid that Agent 76, who was nearby, would suddenly break in.
"Open it, just open it wide." Meng Shaoyuan took off his windbreaker again, handed it to Li Zhifeng, and sat down: "I've already gone home, why don't I dare to open the door?"
"Hey, okay, okay."
Little Su Bei never dreamed that he would have the opportunity to shave Pan Tianhu's head.
"Look, look."
As soon as he picked up the scissors, Xiao Su Bei regained his composure. He was pruning like a master in this industry and said:
"My hair, I haven't been allowed to do it for a long time. Now I'm not fashionable at all. I don't care about my appearance. Boss Nong is a person of status, and my hair is very important."
"So, I didn't come to find you?" Meng Shaoyuan completely handed himself over to Xiao Su Bei.
Little Su Bei skillfully trimmed his hair.
His wife also came out and stood aside, quietly looking at this old customer of the store.
Once it was done, Xiao Subei's wife quickly poured hot water and helped wash her hair.
She also asked cautiously:
"Boss Meng, are you guys back?"
"came back!"
Meng Shaoyuan's words made Xiao Su Bei and his wife's eyes turn red.
A whole set of procedures, in Xiao Su Bei's hands, made Meng Shaoyuan as comfortable as possible.
He is very skilled at shaving his face, shaving his eyelids, and playing with the knife.
Her hair was neatly styled with hair wax, and paired with a new haircut, it really looked like a foreign style.
After another slap on the back, Meng Shaoyuan almost fell asleep so early in the morning.
Finally, Xiao Su Bei patted Meng Shaoyuan on the back: "Boss, that's it."
"Comfortable, comfortable."
Meng Shaoyuan stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. The more he looked at himself, the more satisfied he became.
"Boss, please put on your clothes."
Little Su Bei's wife took the coat from Li Zhifeng's hand and helped Meng Shaoyuan put it on.
Just when Meng Shaoyuan was about to take out the money from his pocket, Xiao Su Bei said hurriedly: "Boss, this time, no matter what, treat me as a filial piety to you. I know that when I come back, I will do something big. I am also a Chinese. I If I don't have that much talent, I would just know how to shave my head.
In the past, I always gave you more. This time, no matter what, treat me as a filial piety to you. "
"good!"
Meng Shaoyuan did not insist: "There will be big noise at No. 89 in a while, don't be afraid."
"I'm not afraid. Why should I be afraid of my own people?"
"goodbye!"
Meng Shaoyuan stepped out.
It's still raining outside.
Li Zhifeng and Su Junwen followed him holding umbrellas.
Little Su Bei stared at his back blankly, switching from Shanghai dialect to Subei dialect:
"Honey, the spicy piece belongs to his mother. Those traitors will be in trouble."
…
The rain is still falling.
Under the umbrella, Meng Shaoyuan lit a cigarette.
When he was halfway through smoking a cigarette, two groups of people appeared on both sides at the same time.
They walked towards here leisurely.
Behind him, more people suddenly appeared.
That's Zhao Yun and Xiahou Dun, here they are!
When they walked in front of Meng Shaoyuan, neither of them spoke.
The group of people they brought stood silently in the rain.
Murderous!
Meng Shaoyuan threw away the cigarette.
Xiahou Dun pulled out his pistol and threw it to Meng Shaoyuan.
"Hold the umbrella for me, Li Zhifeng."
Meng Shaoyuan opened the insurance: "If a drop of rain falls on me, one month's salary will be deducted from you."
"Damn you, you're not human!"
Li Zhifeng held an umbrella with one hand and pulled out a gun with the other.
"Bang bang bang"!
Gunshots have been fired.
Another group of people appeared at 89 Albert Road!
Zhu Shanyuan, You Pinsan, and Xu Guoqi, the three major killers in Shanghai, appeared with their brothers!
"Brothers, let's go home!"
Meng Shaoyuan walked forward.
There was once his home.
Now, he's back!
His brothers are by his side!
They are all the same black suits, the same black windbreakers, and the same black top hats!
Go home, let's go home!
89 Albert Road.
Morning, 8 o'clock sharp! (To be continued)
