Go back half an hour.
In a private house on the north side of Zhongshan North Road, Meng Ting walked into the main room with a large basin of glutinous rice balls and shouted: "Here come, the glutinous rice balls are here. Everyone, take bowls and chopsticks to serve them yourself. They won't taste good when they are cold." .”
The agents, who were shivering from the winter rain, brightened up when they heard this. They quickly gathered around and hurriedly fished out the glutinous rice balls with various tools, not forgetting to praise them.
"Oh, it's good to eat glutinous rice balls during the Winter Solstice."
"Yeah, a good sign."
"Thank you, Chief Meng."
Originally, these people were a little unhappy when they were sent to the outskirts of the execution ground. Now that they think about it, they are protected from the wind and rain, and they have hot glutinous rice balls to eat. It is better than freezing in the wild.
Meng Ting watched them wolfing down the food, with a strange smile on his face: "It's okay, they are all brothers, you eat slowly, there is not enough left in the pot, there is enough for everyone."
The agents giggled and nodded. Apart from anything else, Section Chief Meng was really a good person. The two section chiefs in the past only knew how to kill people and set fires, but they didn't know the warmth and warmth of people's hearts.
As for whether this is a violation of discipline, it's a joke. When did the secret service headquarters have discipline? The people above can live and drink, and they secretly eat something to warm themselves up.
Everyone ate happily, and Meng Ting was like a kind old mother. She watched the secret agents sweep away all the glutinous rice balls without even a mouthful of soup left, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He raised his hand and looked at his watch, estimated the time it would take for the sleeping pills to take effect, and walked out of the main room to find a place to hide. Sleeping pills are not poison. It takes time to completely lose consciousness.
If someone discovers something is wrong and it is too dangerous to stay in the room, it is safer to leave temporarily. There is no need to die with these dead ghosts. I still have to go to Hong Kong City to enjoy life.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, listening to the sound of breaking porcelain bowls coming from the main room, Meng Ting secretly said it was done, walked gently to the window, opened the window and took a look, only to see people who had fainted all over the floor. spy.
"Haha, a bunch of idiots."
He smiled contemptuously, turned around and walked outside the courtyard, waving his handkerchief in a certain direction. This was a signal to the British. According to the plan agreed upon by both parties, the other party should already be in place.
Sure enough, not long after, a man stood up behind the slope in the distance. He was a member of the Chinese detachment. The man slowly approached with a Thomson in his hand, his finger always on the trigger.
When he arrived, the man tilted his head and glanced at the courtyard, and said in a low voice: "I need to go in to check. There are many people targeting you now. You'd better not move while you're standing here. Do you understand?"
"No problem." Meng Ting nodded slowly and tensed up. He knew very well that the British had never believed in him. Perhaps they would only let down their guard when they arrived safely in the port city.
The other party stared into his eyes and saw that he did not avoid his gaze at all. Then he raised his gun and entered the small courtyard in a fighting posture. A few minutes later, the man walked out of the courtyard covered in blood and made a gesture.
Seeing the signal sent by their own people, the Chinese detachment rushed out of various bunkers and quickly approached the courtyard. They automatically occupied key positions such as corners and started to be on guard. They were indeed an elite division.
Qin Danny put the Thompson submachine gun on his shoulder, looked at his men who were entering the hospital for inspection, and asked: "Zhang, have you solved everything? Is the number of people consistent? There can be no problems behind us."
With Zhang in his mouth, he put a bloody dagger on his pants, wiped it back and forth, then put it back into the sheath, and replied with a evil smile: "It's all solved. The number of people is the same as the information provided by Mr. Meng."
"Mr. Meng, thank you for your cooperation."
Qin Danny heard his subordinate's answer and looked at Meng Ting with satisfaction: "After the mission is completed, you leave the country with us. I think you will like Hong Kong City very much, Mr. future police inspector.
We are all Chinese. We must learn to cooperate and unite under the British, otherwise we will be eaten to pieces by the ghosts. If I have the opportunity, I will introduce you to some powerful friends. "
To be honest, he was a little jealous of this lucky guy. The inspector held real power. As a fellow member of the same race, he must be very popular with Chinese gang members and big businessmen to hold this position.
This means a lot of wealth. As a small sergeant, I can't compare with others. It's better to build a good relationship now. With such a good relationship, I might be able to use it in the future.
After hearing this, Meng Ting was flattered and said: "Thank you very much, Mr. Sergeant. Meng understands what you said. As long as the Chinese people think in one direction and work hard in one direction, the British will face our existence."
Qin Danny laughed. It would be great if the other party could understand. The reason why everyone works for the British is for glory and wealth. But where there are people, there will be fights, so naturally they have to join forces to keep warm.
He looked at the time and issued an order in a deep voice: "Everyone is heading to the execution ground as organized as possible. This time, no one will be left alive. We will complete the retreat as quickly as possible. Mr. Meng will follow my group."
"Yes, Sergeant."
"Okay, Mr. Qin."
Following Qin Danny's order, the 14 Chinese detachments were divided into three groups and moved covertly in three directions. Meng Ting followed Qin Danny, and the four of them quietly walked towards Zhongshan North Road.
When the British began to take action, Xu Enzeng also led people to Jiujiawei. The word "wei" in Chinese means a water-proof and field-protecting embankment. A convoy stopped on the inside of the embankment.
"Hurry up and get those underground gangs out of the car and ask them to stand in front of the dam. When the time is up, they will be executed immediately. Who is that person? Who is the person in charge of the prison? Come here quickly. I have something to ask you."
Xu Enzeng stepped out of the car and immediately shouted, commanding his agents, and then looked at the Laohuqiao prison staff: "How many people are coming to Laohuqiao this time? How many people can be shot at one time."
"Report, a total of 10 executioners have arrived." Bai Wentian, acting section chief of the Laohuqiao Prison Affairs Section, replied respectfully, and then he saw a dissatisfied expression on Xu Enzeng's big face.
He quickly explained: "Director Xu, please forgive me, our execution team only has 10 people. In order to assist your department in today's task, the warden has postponed all other executions."
The corners of Xu Enzeng's mouth moved, but the curse words were not uttered after all, so he could only snort: "How long will it take to kill ten at a time? Then hurry up and try to finish it within two hours."
"Okay, okay."
Bai Wentian nodded, bowed and walked backwards. He walked to the execution team and waved his hand with dignity, indicating that they should go over and prepare immediately. The more than 400 prisoners would indeed have to be shot for a long time.
After receiving the order, the execution team lined up with rifles in hand and ran to the predetermined position. They lowered their heads and loaded bullets. They did not care at all about the underground party members who were driven out of the car. That was the job of the secret service headquarters.
Bai Wentian looked at the groups of underground party prisoners and took a deep breath. He had seen executions before, but had never experienced a mass shooting. He just felt his legs were a little weak.
"What, are you scared?"
Suddenly, Lao Liu, who was responsible for guarding the prisoners, handed over a cigarette and said, "You'd better get used to it early. It's inevitable to encounter this kind of thing in our line of work. Besides, it's just a small scene today."
Bai Wentian glanced at the other person. He didn't know why this guy was so kind today, but he hesitated and took the cigarette. As the saying goes, if you don't hit the smiling person, you have to take the cigarette.
He turned his back, lit the cigarette and held it in his mouth, and said tremblingly: "It's a small scene, there are hundreds of people here, what grudges do you have, why don't we all live a good life together?"
"Have a good life?"
Old Liu turned around with a sneer and said with some surprise: "When it comes to doctrine and belief, it must be a life-and-death struggle. Either the fruitful party will die or the underground party will die. How to live a good life.
Don't let those spies hear what you say, otherwise Chief Bai, you will soon be taken to the execution ground and shot like these prisoners, and even your department chief and clan brother will not be able to save you. "
Speaking of this, he looked up at the dark clouds in the distance, his eyes filled with memories: "In the 16th year of the Republic of China, the streets and alleys were full of gunshots, and underground party members were all beaten to death on the roadside.
At that time, I had just entered Laohuqiao from the army and was ordered to lead a team to an underground party stronghold. When I arrived, I saw agents from the Party Affairs Investigation Section setting up machine guns at the door and killing everyone inside.
There is no trial or interrogation. Soldiers, police, and soldiers have the right to kill any suspicious person. The water in the Yangtze River is red and the sky has turned gray. Do you know why? "
Hearing such a cruel description, Bai Wentian swallowed hard. He didn't expect that Old Liu still had such a past. People really cannot be judged by their appearance, so he coughed lightly and said.
"I don't know what's going on."
"Because there were too many corpses and there was no time to bury them, they had to be piled on the riverside, doused with gasoline and burned. You can smell the smell in Xuanwu Lake, and what fell from the sky was not rain, but ashes."
Old Liu took a puff of cigarette, slowly blew away the smoke, and said coldly: "Don't think you have a backing, if people really want your life, they only need to say that you are suspected of being an underground party.
Okay, now it’s time to break the taboo. Chief Bai, please be careful. Things are not quite right today. Look at the people at the secret service headquarters. They all have their guns out. I think something is going to happen. "
This sentence startled Bai Wentian, who was almost nauseated. He quickly realized that there was no danger in this being an execution ground. The only way to do this was if someone came to rob the prisoner. Oops, this kind of credit would not be deserved.
Thinking of the meaningful look in his brother's eyes, he felt regretful. If he had known better, he would not have joined in the fun. Those were underground gangs. If they encountered gangster police like them, they would kill them immediately.
Bai Wentian looked at Old Liu pitifully: "Brother Liu, no, Brother Liu, we used to be brothers who were ignorant. If I encounter danger, you must save me. Bai will be rewarded generously when he returns."
Lao Liu had no time to pay attention to him. He glanced at the prison guards who came with him to tell everyone to be alert. He walked to the back of the car, put his hand on the handle and prepared to open the trunk.
"Boom~"
Explosion?
The expressions of the people present suddenly changed.
