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Chapter 597 Pei Min
There is a lot of rain in Shanghai, and it rains even more in winter. There is always rain in the sky and the ground is always wet.Normally, in such weather, it would be interesting to boil a pot of rice wine, eat some seasonal delicacies, and sit in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows for a drink in a warm room, looking at the gray sky outside the window.

But in Shanghai in [-], there should not be many people with such good interest.If so, he should probably be sent to die.

In an apartment on Changchun Road in Hongkou, Xia Changguo, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, was wearing loose and comfortable pajamas, holding a glass of red wine, standing by the window watching the pouring rain under the night.

In fact, he couldn't see the outside clearly, the heavy rain kept slapping down on the window, and in the rain, he only looked at the light outside dimly, but he insisted on looking again, because the torrential rain outside, The feeling of colliding with the warm interior at this moment made him addicted.

He brought the wine glass to his mouth and took a sip, the tip of his tongue collided with the scarlet wine, feeling the sourness.The sleeves slipped off due to the movement of toasting, 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, as well as the French Concession in France, Shanghai fell.

The Japanese are fully prepared, and the speed of taking over Shanghai is beyond the imagination of many people. More than two months have passed, and now in February, Japan has fully taken over, frequently issuing decrees to maintain stability, and sending troops to guard all major ports. , Strictly investigate anti-Japanese elements, and strictly investigate all kinds of supplies that are in short supply for the enemy.

At the same time, the Shanghai Super High School began to arrest members of the military commanders, central commanders, and Red Party Shanghai underground organizations lurking in Shanghai.The lightning speed caused the military command and the central command to suffer heavy losses.In fact, during the war, they formed the Loyalty and Nation Salvation Army with Du Yong's Green Gang and others. They had already lost a lot on the frontline battlefield, and Du Yong even fled to Hong Kong Island immediately.After that, Zhang Xiaolin took charge of the Green Gang and took refuge in Japan, providing large quantities of supplies to the Japanese front.

Fortunately, the Red Party has rich experience in fighting behind enemy lines, and their deeds are more closely hidden. Moreover, when the Battle of Songhu was about to end, the Red Party was silent for the first time, and even transferred some people who might be exposed. The losses are not that huge.

But that also has losses, like him.

He is a liaison officer of the underground party organization in Shanghai, and has the function of linking the past and the future.His cover identity was an editor of a newspaper, and he thought he was safe, but the Japanese had already locked him in, and he was secretly arrested directly in the International Settlement.

Before that, he always thought that he had a firm belief, but when the whip was whipped on him, when the red iron burned the flesh on his body, when the iron chisel was gouged into his fingers, when he lost control of the pain, he couldn't help it. up.

As a result, in the past two days, the line he was on was wiped out, and no one was spared, and his former comrades were being tortured.

As a hero, he was well protected. Outside this apartment, there were eight operatives from the super high class to protect his safety.Because he is still valuable, he did not disclose some information, but also because he understands the behavior style of the Red Party, and he can work for the super high school in the future to arrest the Red Party members.

At the moment when he chose to betray and betray, he was very painful, because it marked his past beliefs and the career he 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 so many years. After the only peaceful sleep, he felt that this seemed not bad.At least eat well, sleep well, and don't have to worry about it.

Although the movements of his body still hurt, he still didn't frown, and gulped down the red wine in the glass.He wanted to turn around and leave, but through the rain curtain, he saw in a trance, under the streetlight on the other side of the road, a vague figure standing there looking at him.But when he took a closer look, he found that the figure was limping away. He shook his head, feeling amused by the sudden bad thoughts he had just had.

How could the cripple 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 tramps, which is not surprising in Shanghai.

He turned around, went to the big soft, comfortable and warm bed, and lay down contentedly with an oops.Drinking to help his face, he never wanted to recall the devilish experience in that dark and damp basement...

The cripple was wearing a raincoat, his left shoulder was high, his right shoulder was low, his right foot was stretched straight, and as soon as he touched the ground, his left body followed closely with his left leg, which is why his left shoulder was higher.However, unlike what Xia Changguo thought, the lame man was not a tramp, because it is impossible for a tramp to have a brand new raincoat, let alone wear brand new cowhide boots on his lame feet.

The cripple walked a few steps into the distance, felt the eyes on him disappear, then crossed the road with difficulty, and walked downstairs to Xia Changguo's apartment.

Although it was raining heavily, as the center of Shanghai occupied by Japan, it still looked very prosperous here.There are Japanese gendarmes patrolling in raincoats in order to maintain stability.Although it seems that Japan is receiving it smoothly, the crisis hidden under the water is far from resolved, and the nerves of Little Japan are sensitive.

In addition to the patrolling gendarmes, there are also cars passing by from time to time. In addition to the military and political officials of Little Japan, these people also have some foreigners from Little Japan and businessmen from China.Only after taking over the rule, the upper echelons of all walks of life are very busy. Basically, they have to be called to a meeting by the Japanese every day. It is nothing more than intimidation and intimidation to make them cooperate, and they generally cooperate.The situation is stronger than people, if you don't cooperate, you will die, so what can you do?But in the end, it still depends on whether they are sincere or fake.

As for other pedestrians, there are absolutely none.With such a heavy rain, and in the center of the small Japanese ruled area, no one came to seek death.

The cripple walked slowly on the side of the road. Although it was very eye-catching in the rain, the patrolling military police had just passed by, and the people in the car didn't bother to pay attention to the side of the road, so he just walked to the apartment building Down.

Without the slightest pause, he gently knocked on the door.Not long after, a Japanese man in black opened the door without the slightest vigilance.Because this is their center and lair, how could they have thought that someone would come here to seek death.

Before the Japanese opened his mouth to speak, the cripple walked up the stairs with a gentle smile on his face. Although the Japanese covered his light, he could still clearly see the face of the person coming under the raincoat.It was the face of a popular middle-aged man.The skin is rough and the complexion is dark. It looks like he has been working outside for a long time.He felt something was wrong in an instant, and while reaching out to touch his lower back, he opened his mouth to shout for warning.

But he couldn't do anything, the lame man quickly stretched out his hand, grabbed him by the neck, and with a bang, the hand he just wanted to stretch out fell powerlessly, and the voice that wanted to shout was also suppressed, angry Severed, the pupils contracted, and his life was gone.

The cripple turned around and closed the door, and at the same time whispered, speaking in an authentic Japanese Kanto accent: "The interrogation has come to an end, Section Chief Nantian sent me over to have another talk with that Chinese man."

The head of the Nantian class is the head of the Shanghai Super High School, Yoko Nanda, a Japanese girl.

After closing the door, the cripple gently put the little Japanese in his hand down against the wall, and walked into the house, his legs were no longer limping.

The rain gurgled down the raincoat, and the leather boots creaked on the solid wood floor. It was the old floor that was bearing the weight it shouldn't have.

The cripple walked through the corridor and entered the living room. He saw three Japanese sitting on the sofa, with a pistol on the table, one holding a book and the other a pen. The paper on the table was covered with handwriting. It is not difficult to see , that was writing a letter, it should be a letter from home.Another person had sleepy eyes, presumably he was sleeping with his eyes closed just now.

They all stared at the cripple, only to see the strange face of the cripple. They froze for a moment, then nervously went to get the gun.

The cripple smiled slightly, shrunk to an inch, and appeared out of nowhere a black long knife with dark gold patterns in his bare hands, as if swallowing light, without any reflection under the light.The eyes of the three agents almost popped out from the sudden turn of events, and their brains crashed.Such a long knife appeared out of thin air?Also because they were caught off guard, their movements were a little delayed.

In the midst of the lightning and flint, a long knife struck, and the three of them held their blood-spattered necks in disbelief, watching the cripple in front of them neatly hold a knife, and then cut across with the knife, the tip of the knife was stained with blood. The bloodstains left the blade with the movement, leaving little red plums on the white wall.

The cripple ignored their unwillingness to die, and stepped forward to give them a kick, kicking them back on the sofa, so as to avoid making loud noises due to unconscious movements before death.Then he quickly took away the three guns on the table, groped for a while on a few people who were still alive, 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 returned with the body of the spy who died first. After rummaging through the same thing, he took away everything on him.Put him in a row with other people who are already covered in blood.

The cripple put away the long knife, groped quietly on the first floor, and after confirming that there were no omissions, he followed some narrow steps to the second floor.

As soon as he showed his head, he saw a special agent sitting on a stool by the window next to him, with his elbows on the window sill, his chin propped up, his eyes were dull, but the corners of his mouth were raised.It seems to be missing the cherry blossoms in Tokyo, and the sweet smiling girl under the cherry blossom trees. Anyway, it is a very beautiful thing.

He thought so seriously that he didn't even notice the lame man when he was behind him.

The cripple quietly stretched out his hands, supported his chin with one hand, and held the back of his head with the other. He burst out with strength and moved clockwise. Accompanied by an unpleasant sound of bone shattering, he insisted on writing the story on that sheet. His face turned 180 degrees, and he was face to face with himself.

Within a few seconds of the separation of the head and body, he was still conscious.The child who missed the cherry blossoms in Tokyo suddenly saw a strange face, his eyes became horrified, and then his eyes became empty, and his face still retained the yearning for the girl under the cherry tree.

Gently lifted him up from the stool and put him on the floor, groped as usual, and took away everything on him.Then he fumbled again on the second floor, sent away a sleeping child, and went up to the third floor.

There were two people on the third floor, one reading the newspaper and the other reading the book. The cripple killed the two of them again, took away the things, and groped to make sure there was no one else. The cripple gently pushed open the double door of the master bedroom. Solid Wood Door.

Xia Changguo just lay down, and although he drank half a bottle of red wine, and was too worried and exhausted these days, he was not to the point of falling asleep when he touched the pillow, and he was still in a daze.

Hearing undisguised footsteps, he woke up with a jolt, and saw a middle-aged man in a raincoat slamming sparks with a kerosene lighter, lighting up a pure white cigarette without a filter. He recognized the cigarette case, It is the Pirate brand, which is also known as the old knife brand cigarettes by the public.

He has already recognized it, this person is exactly the cripple he saw just now, and now the cripple is not limping, and he is still standing in his bedroom, which already speaks volumes.

Seeing the cripple blew a big smoke ring, he walked to the sofa and sat down, crossing his legs and looking at him, he sighed resignedly, lifted the quilt, walked to sit opposite the cripple, lit a cigarette and started smoking, he had already In the opened door, two Japanese spies were lying there without bones, bleeding pools.

Amidst the smoke, he said, "I've never heard of you before."

"That's not important." The cripple shook his head, exhaled again, and looked at him lightly: "Tell me, what did you tell 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 will leave you a whole body to answer my question."

With another long sigh, Xia Changguo shook his head and said: "There are so many now. They betrayed my upline and downline, a total of eight comrades. I also know a traffic team base, 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 get a lot of urgent supplies.A traffic station, as the name suggests, is a station on a traffic line.The line of communication is an institution that transmits information, transports materials, and important people.From Shanghai is a key stop, and then through various stations along the way, all the way to the Soviet area.And this is just one traffic line, and there are countless other lines extending in all directions.

The cripple stared closely at his eyes: "Tell me the specific location."

"Anhe Commercial Company, Anhe Temple Road, I found that by accident. I really didn't tell the Japanese."

After staring again, the cripple nodded, picked up the fruit knife on the table, walked over and grabbed Xia Changguo's wrist, and cut the artery without saying a word: "Come on, give me that hand, With both hands together, the bloodletting is fast."

Xia Changguo had given up on the huge force of the arm just now, knowing that he couldn't resist, and he didn't want to suffer inhuman torture when he died, so he handed over his other hand very cooperatively, and was also slashed.The pain of these two cuts gave him the feeling that it was not as good as dipping a whip in cold water...

Xia Changguo put his hands on the armrest of the sofa and let the blood flow out continuously.Feeling the passing of vitality, he looked at the cripple who didn't know when he took out a camera and fiddled with it. He asked, "Do you still want to take pictures?"

"Prove that you are dead."

"Please take a better picture." Xia Changguo laughed out loud and cried, and 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 little longer. If that is the case, tonight I will won't come."

"Everyone is silent, I can't give them a warning. The day after I was arrested is the contact day. I'm sorry, I really couldn't stand it..."

The cripple did not speak, 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 that the organization will not embarrass their orphans and widowed mothers. I joined the party in [-] and have been working in Shanghai. Over the years, I have narrowly escaped death several times. I have seen eight comrades die in front of me... ..."

Xia Changguo's voice became weaker and weaker, his spirits became weaker, his eyelids drooped, and his face was pale, as if he would die at any moment.But he was still talking endlessly, talking about the little things of these years, he suddenly stopped, looked up at the cripple, and his eyes were shining brightly: "You are Pei Min!"

Seeing the cripple raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, he smiled silently, then fell back weakly, without making a sound.

The cripple carefully stepped on the pool of blood on his toes, and reached out 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 the camera.

He didn't forget the secret agents of the special high school outside. He arranged all eight corpses in a row downstairs and took a few more photos.It was only then that I leaned against the window and watched the movement outside for a while, then opened the door and went out, limping like when I came here again.

Hongkou is not far from the International Concession, but at this time, of course, it is impossible to pass in an open and aboveboard manner.The world is turbulent and turbulent. When implemented locally, there is a bridge between the Japanese army on this side and the British and American coalition forces on the other side. You have to check this side, and you have to check that side too.This situation will take some time to ease.

However, there are only a few places where there are garrisons. The rules in the world are roughly the same. If there are rules, there are ways to break them. If there are fences, there must be gaps.Especially this kind of land where the lands intersect, naturally there are more people.

So the cripple entered the public concession smoothly, then limped across the Suzhou Creek, came to Shandong Road, and got into an apartment, which was his safe house.

Inside the house, the cripple took off his raincoat, leather boots, and even the ragged clothes he was wearing inside, 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 bastard, he has learned a lot about what is useful and what is not.And chatting with ordinary women, makeup and fashion are good topics.If nothing else, just for this, he, Mr. Wang, should understand.

It's just that his makeup skills are not very good, and he can't reach the point of changing his face.But it doesn't need to be superlative, 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, but he can change some facial details, or cover up, or highlight, and in combination with his deliberately transformed temperament, it is easy for people to think that he is him, and Not someone else with a lookalike.

He has always been a good actor, and it is not a big problem to win a best actor.

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 Central Police Department of the French Concession.There are more than 20 people under his command, and they can be regarded as personalities, so they have a bit of face.

Obviously, there was no need for the captain of the patrol room to do the previous assassination.The 'Pei Min' that Xia Changguo said before his death was just his other identity.

His parents fled from the north and came to Shanghai, where they became workers, and gradually became workers' representatives.At April [-], both died.That year, he.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 practiced martial arts since he was a child, he was in good health, but he didn't learn how to hang out on the streets. He even paid homage to Xiangtang and joined the Youth Gang.In the training, he also showed high shooting skills, and he is a sharpshooter with every shot.So they were assigned to the Security Section, which is the famous Red Team, the Dog Fighting Team, which specializes in anti-rape.

Pei Min is his code name.As the Three Masters of the Tang Dynasty, Pei Min has superb swordsmanship and strong mobility. In addition, he shot and killed 31 tigers in one day, which coincides with his superb archery skills.He happened to be the strongest action master of the Central Teco and the sharpshooter with the best marksmanship, so he used Pei Min as the code name to represent his bravery.

In [-], the chief of the red team rebelled. Fortunately, he had never met him before, because he was too strong and always walked alone, which guaranteed his safety.Of course, it's mainly because of his parents' legacy, and also because of his bravery, and he directly contacted the leader.After all, for a person like him, the less people know about him, the safer he is.The same is true, when the central government moved to the Soviet area, Teko reorganized and changed his name, and his organizational relationship also fell to the Security Bureau.

And the reason why he didn't leave with him is because he sneaked into the police station in the French Concession in [-], and in the next few years, he became more and more promiscuous.He can play a greater role in Shanghai, so he stayed here.

Call Yan'an directly in case of emergency, and generally decide on your own, and keep in touch with the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee to provide necessary help.I kept in touch with Yan'an by telegram once every two days, in order to make sure that 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 him on the radio.I haven't met them so far to ensure my own safety.But he knew where the municipal party committee was, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to help them.The assassination of Xia Changguo this time was the instruction of the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee.

Of course, it was not for him to break into the enemy's camp alone, but for him to find an opportunity to punish him.It's just that he was too reckless. After confirming where the person was, he immediately killed him. This is Pei Min's ability.

Sitting in front of the mirror again, she reapplied her makeup and changed into a young look, paired with gold-rimmed glasses, looking refined.He found a black suit in the closet and changed into a pair of leather shoes, dressed like an elite.Then he took out a piece of paper, wrote on it with a pen the process of today's sanctions, and put it together with the camera film into the box containing twenty gold bars.

I got up and looked in the mirror, brushed my hair twice, then put on a coat, picked up an umbrella, opened the door, went out, locked the door, and went downstairs slowly.In the parking space in the backyard, he got into a black Ford car, then started the car and drove away.

He drove to Foch Road at the junction of the public concession and the French Concession. There was a Fuxing pawnshop here. He parked the car at a distance, and walked towards the back door of the pawnshop with a suitcase and an umbrella in his hand.

Dongdong-dong-dong-dongdong, two short knocks, two long knocks, two short knocks on the door, and put the box at the door. Holding the umbrella, he turned and left with his chest slightly hunched.

With a creak, the back door opened, and a middle-aged man in his forties wearing glasses poked his head out from the door, looked at the blurred figure in the distance, then picked up the box on the ground, retracted his head, and closed it. Door……

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