It rains a lot in Shanghai, and it rains even more in winter. Raindrops are always hanging in the sky, and the ground is always wet. Normally, in such weather, it would be very interesting to boil a pot of rice wine, eat some seasonal delicacies, sit in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and have a drink in a warm room, looking at the gray outside the window.
But in Shanghai in 1938, there were probably not many people who were in such a good mood. If so, he should probably be sent to die.
In an apartment on Changchun Road in Hongkou, Xia Changguo, with a bruised nose and face, was wearing loose and comfortable pajamas, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, standing by the window and watching the pouring rain at night.
In fact, he couldn't see clearly outside. The heavy rain kept hitting the window and sliding down. In the rain curtain, he could only look at the lights outside dimly, but he still insisted on looking at it, because the heavy rain outside, The feeling of collision with the warm interior at this moment made him addicted.
He brought the wine glass to his mouth and took a sip, feeling the sourness as the tip of his tongue collided with the scarlet wine. The sleeves fell down due to the action of raising the cup, revealing the dense scars on his arms.
In November last year, the Battle of Songhu came to an end, the national army retreated across the board, and the Nanjing government became the Chongqing government. In addition to the British and American public concessions and the French Concession in France, Shanghai fell.
The Japanese were fully prepared, and the speed of taking over Shanghai exceeded many people's imagination. More than two months have passed, and as of February now, Japan has fully taken over. They frequently issued decrees to maintain stability and sent troops to guard all important ports. , strictly investigate anti-Japanese elements, and strictly inspect all kinds of in-demand materials that support the enemy.
At the same time, the Shanghai Special High School began to arrest members of the military commanders, central commanders, and red party Shanghai underground party organizations lurking in Shanghai. The lightning-fast speed caused heavy losses to the military and central commanders. In fact, when the war was going on, they formed the Loyalty and National Salvation Army with Du Yong's Youth Gang and others. They already suffered considerable losses on the frontline battlefields, and Du Yong even ran away to Hong Kong Island as soon as possible. After that, Zhang Xiaolin took charge of the Qing Gang and defected to Japan, providing large quantities of supplies to the Japanese front line.
Fortunately, the Red Party has rich experience in fighting behind enemy lines, and its movements are more closely hidden. When the Battle of Songhu was about to end, the Red Party fell silent as soon as possible and even moved some people who might be exposed, so they received a lot of attention. The losses were not that great.
But there are losses, like him.
He is a liaison officer of Shanghai's underground party organization and plays a connecting role. His cover identity was the editor of a newspaper. He thought he was safe, but the Japanese had already targeted him and he was secretly arrested directly in the public concession.
Before that, he had always thought that he had a firm belief, but when the leather whip hit him, when the red iron burned the flesh on his body, when the iron drill was dug into the seams between his fingers, when he was incontinent from the pain, he... .
The consequence is that in the past two days, the entire army on his line has been wiped out, and no one has been spared. His former comrades are being tortured.
As a hero, he was well protected. There were eight operatives from the Special High School Division outside the apartment to protect his safety. Because he is still valuable, there is some information that he did not tell, and even more because he understands the Red Party's behavior, and can work for the Special High School in the future to arrest Red Party members.
At the moment when he chose betrayal, he was very painful, because it marked that his past beliefs and the cause he had worked hard for were all gone. But after that, he drank expensive red wine, ate exquisite food, and slept in a comfortable big bed for the only time he had a peaceful sleep in so many years, and he felt that this seemed good. At least I eat well, sleep well, and don't have to worry.
Although the movements of his body still caused great pain, he still drank the red wine in the glass without even frowning. He wanted to turn around and leave, but through the rain curtain, he vaguely saw a vague figure standing there under the streetlight on the other side of the road, looking at him. But when he looked closer, he saw that the figure was limping away. He shook his head, feeling funny about the bad thoughts that suddenly arose in him.
How could the lame man who was alone come to kill him? He didn't know that there was such a number one figure in the Red Party. They are probably homeless and ostracized vagrants, which is not surprising in Shanghai.
He turned around, went to the soft, comfortable and warm big bed, and lay down with a satisfied sigh. Drinking to help himself, he never wanted to recall the devilish experience in that dark and damp basement...
The lame man was wearing a raincoat. His left shoulder was high, his right shoulder was low, and his right foot was straight. As soon as it touched the ground, he stepped out with his left leg and followed it with force. This is why his left shoulder is higher. However, contrary to what Xia Changguo thought, the lame man was not a tramp, because it was impossible for a tramp to have a brand-new raincoat, let alone wear brand-new cowhide boots on his lame feet.
The lame man walked a few steps into the distance. When he felt the eyes on him disappear, he crossed the road with difficulty and walked downstairs towards Xia Changguo's apartment.
Although it was raining heavily, as the center of the Japanese occupation of Shanghai, it still looked very prosperous. There are Japanese military police wearing raincoats patrolling in formation to maintain stability. Although it seems that Japan is receiving the situation smoothly, the crisis hidden under the water is far from being resolved. Little Japan's nerves are sensitive.
In addition to the patrolling military police, there are also cars passing by from time to time. In addition to Japanese military and political officials, these people also include some Japanese expatriates and Chinese businessmen. After taking over the rule, the upper echelons of all walks of life were very busy. Basically, they were called to meetings by the Japanese every day. They were nothing more than coercion and inducement to get them to cooperate, and they generally cooperated. The situation is stronger than the people. If you don't cooperate, you will die. What can you do? But in the end it still depends on whether they are sincere or not.
As for other pedestrians, there is absolutely no such thing. It was raining so heavily, and this was the center of the small Japanese-controlled area, but no one came here to seek death.
The lame man walked slowly along the roadside. Although he was very eye-catching in the rain, the patrolling military police had just passed by, and those sitting in the car had no intention of paying attention to the roadside. He just walked to the apartment building. Down.
Without the slightest pause, he gently opened the door. Not long after, a Japanese man in black opened the door without any warning. Because this is their center and lair, how could they imagine that someone would be bold enough to come here and seek death.
Before the Japanese man could open his mouth to speak, the lame man climbed up the stairs with a gentle smile. Although the Japanese man covered the light, he could still see clearly the visitor's face, covered with raincoat. It was the face of a popular middle-aged man. The skin is rough and the complexion is dark. He looks like he has been working outside for a long time. He immediately felt something was wrong. He reached out to touch his lower back and opened his mouth to shout a warning.
But he couldn't do anything. The lame man quickly stretched out his hand and grabbed his neck. With a bang, the hand he wanted to stretch out fell weakly, and the voice he wanted to shout was suppressed. Cut off, pupils constricted, lifeless.
The lame man turned around and closed the door. At the same time, he said in a hoarse voice in an authentic Japanese Kanto accent: "The results of the interrogation are out. Section Chief Nantian sent me over to have another talk with the Chinese man."
Section Chief Minamida is the section chief of the Shanghai Special Higher Education Course, Yoko Minamida, a Japanese girl.
After closing the door, the lame man gently put the little Japan he was holding on the wall and walked into the house. His legs were no longer lame.
The rainwater dripped off the raincoat, and the leather boots made a creaking sound on the solid wood floor. It was the old floor bearing the weight that it should not bear.
The lame man walked through the corridor and entered the living room of the house. He saw three Japanese people sitting on the sofa, with pistols on the table. One was holding a book and the other was holding a pen. The paper on the table was full of handwriting. It was not difficult to see that , that was a letter, probably a letter from home. There was another person with drowsy eyes, probably just now squinting in sleep.
They all stared at the cripple, and then saw the unfamiliar face of the cripple. They were stunned for a moment, and then nervously went to get the gun.
The lame man smiled slightly, crouched down and stepped forward. A black long knife with a dark gold pattern appeared out of thin air in his bare hand, as if it was swallowing light, and there was no reflection at all under the light. The three agents were so shocked by this sudden turn of events that their eyes almost popped out of their heads, and their brains shut down. Such a long knife appeared out of thin air? Because they were caught off guard, their movements were somewhat delayed.
In the midst of this electric light and flint, a long knife struck. The three of them covered their necks with splattered blood in disbelief. They watched the lame man in front of them draw a sword gracefully, and then moved the knife to cut across it. The tip of the knife was stained with blood. The blood stains separated from the blade with the movement, leaving dots of red plums on the white wall.
The lame man ignored their stubbornness and stepped forward to kick them back to the sofa to avoid making loud noises due to their unconscious movements before death. Then he quickly put away the three guns on the table, groped for a while on a few people who were not dead, and found a few full magazines, as well as their IDs and some money, and took them all away. After confirming that the three of them died, he walked gently to the door and came back with the body of the agent who died first. After rummaging through it in the same way, he took away everything on him. Put him and other people who were covered in blood and sit in rows.
The lame man put away the long knife and groped quietly on the first floor. After confirming that nothing was missing, he followed the narrow steps to the second floor.
When he raised his head, he saw a secret agent sitting on a stool by the window next to him, his elbows on the window sill, his chin propped up, his eyes dull, but the corners of his mouth were raised. It seems that I miss the cherry blossoms in Tokyo and the girl smiling sweetly under the cherry blossom trees. In short, it is a very beautiful thing.
He was thinking so seriously that he didn't notice that the lame man was already behind him.
The lame man quietly stretched out his hands, holding his chin with one hand and the back of his head with the other. He burst out with force and moved clockwise, accompanied by an unpleasant sound of bones breaking, and he just filled the story with the story. His face turned 180 degrees, facing him face to face.
Within a few seconds after the head and body separated, he was still conscious. A child who misses the cherry blossoms in Tokyo suddenly sees a strange face. His eyes become horrified, and then his eyes become empty. His face still retains the longing for the girl under the cherry blossom tree.
He gently lifted him up from the stool and put him on the floor. He groped around again and took away everything he had on him. Then he gently groped around on the second floor again, sent away a sleeping child, and went up to the third floor.
There were two more people on the third floor, one was reading a newspaper and the other was reading a book. The lame man killed these two people again, took away the things, and groped around again to make sure there was no one else. The lame man gently pushed open the double doors of the master bedroom. Solid Wood Door.
Xia Changguo had just laid down. Although he had drank half a bottle of red wine and was extremely frightened and exhausted recently, he was still not sleeping on the pillow and was still in a hazy state.
Hearing the sound of undisguised footsteps, he suddenly woke up and saw a middle-aged man in a raincoat using a kerosene lighter to make sparks and light a pure white cigarette without a filter. He recognized the cigarette case. It's the Pirate brand, also known as Lao Dao brand cigarettes.
He had already recognized that this person was the lame man he saw just now. Now that the lame man was no longer lame, he was still standing in his bedroom, which already explained the problem.
Seeing the lame man blowing out a big smoke ring, he went to sit down on the sofa and looked at him with his legs crossed. He sighed resignedly, lifted the quilt and walked to sit opposite the lame man. He also lit a cigarette and started smoking. In the open door, I saw two Japanese agents lying there as if they were boneless, with blood flowing out into a pool.
Through the smoke, he said, "I've never heard of you before."
"That's not important." The cripple shook his head, blew out smoke again, and looked at him calmly: "Tell me, what did you say to the Japanese?"
Xia Changguo took out a small box from under the table, put it on the table and opened it: "Here are twenty gold bars. Can you spare my life?"
"Originally I wanted to chop off your head, but now I'll leave you with a whole body to answer my questions."
With another long sigh, Xia Changguo shook his head and said: "There are so many now. There are eight comrades in total who have betrayed me, upline and downline. I also know a traffic group stronghold, but I didn't tell the Japanese about this."
As the largest city in the Far East, Shanghai's status is unquestionable and it can obtain a lot of in-demand materials. A transportation station, as the name suggests, is a station on a transportation line. The transportation line is an institution that transmits information, transports materials, and important people. Starting from Shanghai is the main stop, and then passing through various stations along the way, all the way to the Soviet Area. And this is just one transportation line, and there are countless others extending in all directions.
The lame man stared into his eyes tightly: "Tell me the specific location."
"I discovered Anhe Trading Company on Anheji Road by accident. I really didn't tell the Japanese."
After staring for a few more times, the lame man nodded, picked up the fruit knife on the table, walked over and grabbed Xia Changguo's wrist, and without saying a word, cut the artery: "Here, give me that hand. Use both hands together to bleed quickly."
Xia Changguo had already given up on the huge force that had just been used to break his arm. He knew that he could not resist, and he did not want to suffer inhuman torture when he died. He very cooperatively handed over his other hand, which was also slashed. The pain from these two stabbings gave him the feeling that it was not as good as a whip dipped in cold water...
Xia Changguo put his hands on the armrests of the sofa and allowed the blood to flow out. Feeling the loss of life, he looked at the lame man who had taken out a camera and fiddled with it. He asked, "Do you still want to take pictures?"
"Prove you are dead."
"Please make the photo look better." Xia Changguo laughed out loud and burst into tears. He said, "I don't want to betray the organization, really..."
"I believe you, how many people can survive the torture?" The cripple shook his head and said, "You just shouldn't betray so many comrades at once, you should try to hold on for a while longer. In that case, tonight I will Won’t come.”
"Everyone was silent. I couldn't give them a warning. The day after I was arrested was the day of contact. I'm sorry, I really couldn't hold on..."
The cripple said nothing, lit another cigarette, sat on the sofa and looked at Xia Changguo.
"My wife and children are all in my hometown in Hangzhou. I hope the organization will not make things difficult for their orphans and widowed mothers. I joined the party in 1930 and have been working in Shanghai. Over the years, I have escaped death several times and seen eight comrades die in front of me... …”
Xia Changguo's voice became weaker and weaker, and his energy became more and more depressed. His eyelids were drooped, and his face was bloodless, as if he might die at any moment. But he was still talking endlessly, talking about every detail of these years. He suddenly paused, looked up at the lame man, and his eyes shone brightly: "You are Pei Min!"
Seeing the lame man raising his eyebrows in surprise, he smiled silently, then leaned back weakly and became silent.
The lame man carefully stepped on his toes in the pool of blood. He reached forward and placed his hand on the artery in Xia Changguo's neck. After confirming that he was dead, he put away a box of gold bars on the table and took pictures from multiple angles with his camera.
He did not forget about the special agents outside. He arranged all eight corpses in a row downstairs and took a few more photos. Then he leaned against the window and watched the movement outside for a while, then opened the door and went out, limping like when he came in.
Hongkou is not far from the public concession, but at this time, of course, it is impossible to go through it openly. The world is in turmoil, but when it comes to the local level, there is a bridge. Here is the Japanese army, and over there is the British and American coalition forces. We need to check it out here, and we need to check it out again there. It will take some time for this situation to be alleviated.
However, there are only a few places with garrisons. The rules in the world are generally the same. Where there are rules, there are ways to break them. If there are fences, there will inevitably be gaps. Especially in this kind of territory where the territories intersect, there will naturally be more disputes.
So the cripple successfully entered the public concession, then limped across the Suzhou River, came to Shandong Road, and got into an apartment, which was his safe house.
Inside the house, the lame man took off his raincoat, leather boots, and even the tattered clothes he wore underneath, and went to the bathroom to wash his face. When he came out again, his whole appearance had changed.
Wang Yan knows how to put on makeup. As a qualified old pussy, he has learned a lot about useful and useless things. And when chatting with ordinary women, makeup and fashion are good topics. Not to mention anything else, just for this, someone like him, Wang, should understand.
It's just that his makeup skills are not very good, and he can't achieve a makeover. But it doesn't take much skill. He is now an agent behind enemy lines, and the purpose of makeup is to prevent people from remembering his face. Although his skills are not very high, he can change some facial details to cover up or highlight them, and then combined with his specially transformed temperament, it will be easy for people to think that he is him, and Not another person with a similar look.
He has always been a good actor, so winning the Best Actor Award is not a big problem.
It has been a week since he came to this world, and he has already adapted to his identity, the captain of the first detective team of the French Concession Central Patrol Room. There are more than 20 people in charge of him, and he is considered a big man, so he has a bit of face.
Obviously, the captain of the patrol room did not need to carry out the previous assassination operation. The 'Pei Min' Xia Changguo mentioned before his death was his other identity.
His parents fled from the north and came to Shanghai, became workers, and gradually became workers' representatives. On April 12, both died. That year, he was eighteen years old. Later, people from the organization found him, intending to take care of him, but he expressed that he wanted to avenge his parents, and then joined the Central Special Branch established that year.
Because he was in good health by practicing martial arts since he was a child, but he didn't learn how to hang out on the street. He even worshiped Xiangtang and joined the Qinggang. During the training, he also showed great shooting skills and was a sharpshooter with perfect accuracy. So he was assigned to the security department, which is the famous red team, the dog-fighting team, which specializes in hunting down rapes.
Pei Min is his code name. As one of the Three Great Masters of the Tang Dynasty, Pei Min had superb swordsmanship and strong mobility. He also had the record of killing thirty-one tigers in one day, which was consistent with his superb shooting skills. He happens to be the strongest operational master of the Central Special Branch and the sharpshooter with the best marksmanship, so he uses Pei Min as his codename to represent his bravery.
In 31, the section chief of the red team rebelled. Fortunately, he had never met him before, because he was too strong and had always been a loner, which ensured his safety. Of course, it was mainly due to the legacy of his parents, but also because he was really brave and had direct contact with the leaders. After all, the less people know about a person like him, the safer he is. Likewise, after the central government moved into the Soviet area, Teko was reorganized and renamed, and his organizational connections also fell to the Security Bureau.
The reason why he didn't leave with him was because he sneaked into the patrol room of the French Concession in 2028. In the following years, he became more and more open-minded, and he was able to make money even if he was a member of various religions. He could play a greater role in Shanghai, so he stayed here.
In emergencies, call Yan'an directly. In general, you can make your own decision. At the same time, keep in touch with the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee to provide necessary help. I kept in touch with Yan'an every two days to make sure he was still alive and there were no accidents.
The contact with the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee is also very simple. At ten o'clock in the evening, he will turn on the radio and contact the radio if there is anything. I haven't met them yet, so I guarantee my own safety. But he knew where the municipal committee was, otherwise he wouldn't be able to help them. This assassination of Xia Changguo was the order of the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee.
Of course, it is not to let him break into the enemy camp alone, but to let him look for opportunities to punish him. It's just that he was too reckless. After determining where the person was, he killed him directly. This was Pei Min's ability.
He sat in front of the mirror again, put on makeup again, and changed into a younger look, with gold-rimmed glasses, making him look elegant. He rummaged through the closet and took out a black suit, then put on a pair of leather shoes, dressing up like an elite. Then he took out a piece of paper, wrote down today's sanction process on it with a pen, and put it together with the camera film into the box containing twenty gold bars.
I stood up and looked in the mirror, pulled my hair twice, then put on a coat, picked up an umbrella, opened the door, went out, locked the door, and walked downstairs slowly. In the parking space in the backyard, he got into a black Ford car, then started the car and left.
He drove to Foch Road at the junction of the Public Settlement and the French Concession. There was a Fuchsing Pawn Shop here. He parked the car far away and walked towards the back door of the pawn shop with a suitcase and an umbrella in his hand.
Dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong, two short, two long, and two short knocks on the door. He placed the box at the door. He held an umbrella, hunched his chest slightly and turned around to leave.
With a creak, the back door opened, and a middle-aged man in his forties wearing glasses poked his head out of the door. He looked at his distant and blurry back, then picked up the box on the ground, retracted his head, and closed it. Door……
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