Shanghai.
Bund.
Sikh policeman wearing a red turban carried a copper-headed and iron rod and scolded the passing pedestrians.
Looking at the drunk and staggering sailors from all over the world, these Sans also had a headache.
The sound of cars, the whistle of ships, and the shouts of crowded Chinese rickshaw drivers soliciting business resounded throughout the streets.
At this moment, more than a dozen cars honked their horns and drove into the Bund Road.
This aroused strong dissatisfaction among the drunk Western sailors. Some cursed at the vehicle and some raised their middle fingers.
Then the smart sailor noticed that the San Patrol seemed to be unwilling to pay attention to these intruders, so he quickly persuaded his swearing companions.
There are also those Western sailors who are not afraid of heaven and earth, still pointing at the vehicle and cursing.
The first car stopped suddenly, and Hou Pingliang, who was wearing a suit and tie, came out of the driver's seat. He wore a pair of round-hole sunglasses and looked around coldly.
The second car also had a sudden brake. Li Hao jumped out of the driver's seat and pointed at Hou Pingliang and scolded him.
The rest of the vehicles also stopped, and everyone in black suits and black trousers got off the car one after another.
Li Hao signaled Hou Pingliang and Lu Jiu to come over, and the three of them exchanged views on welcome Brother Fan and the security work.
The policemen were suits and ties, because this place belongs to the public concession, it is difficult to wear the French concession uniforms in uniforms.
The rest were the guards of Jiujiu Trading, leading a man with a small flat head. This man greeted Li Hao and did not get together with the police.
Two or three drunk American sailors kept pointing here and cursing. Seeing that everyone ignored them, one of them rushed over and shouted loudly.
"What did he say?" Li Hao frowned and looked over.
He nodded at Hou Pingliang, "Go and deal with it, Brother Fan is coming soon."
But before he finished speaking, the little flat head of Jiujiu Trading Guard pointed at the sailor, and immediately a subordinate rushed out and kicked the sailor to the ground with one kick.
The fallen sailor became even more angry. He didn't expect that a Chinese man would dare to hit him, so he would get up and fight back. Then he looked at the barrel of the gun pressing against his forehead in horror.
"Take it away." Xiao Pingtou said coldly, "Serve this foreign uncle."
Li Hao saw all this and muttered something with a smile.
Hou Pingliang and Lu Jiu also glanced at each other and smiled.
I would like to remind Western sailors to dare to speak to the people of "Xiao Cheng". Isn't it because the fish in the Huangpu River are not picky about food?!
...
A long whistle sound came from the river, and you could see the thick black smoke soaring into the sky.
Li Hao looked at the watch and as he waved his hand, everyone opened up an open space on the dock.
...
The first person to get off the boat was Li Hu.
He looked around alertly.
Then he brought a few subordinates to watch.
Then Haozi brought three subordinates to guard Cheng Qianfan off the ship.
Cheng Qianfan brought a pair of sunglasses. He looked up at the surroundings and saw Haozi leading everyone to greet him at the dock. A smile appeared on his face.
He lowered his head and said something to Haozai beside him, then waved to the welcome crowd and strided forward.
...
"It's worthy of being 'Mr. Xiao Cheng', such a big style." A man with gold-rimmed glasses looked at the scene and sneered.
"Now the French Concession has spread. Cheng Qianfan did not go to Tianjin to work, but to Nanjing." His companion said in a low voice, "It is said that he went to Nanjing with Wang Baihai."
"He's going to be dark." The man with gold-rimmed glasses sneered.
At this moment, several men with the appearance of reporters ran over, one of them raised the camera in his hand, and the other shouted Cheng Qianfan's name loudly.
Cheng Qianfan subconsciously looked over and saw the flash light on.
Almost at the same time, two other reporters quickly pulled their guns from their waists and aimed at Cheng Qianfan.
However, the short gun in their hands did not fire.
Almost as they drew their guns, Li Hu fired, and he shot an assassin in the head.
Then the gunshots of Haozai and Hou Pingliang also rang out, and the assassin who raised the gun was also shot dead.
The remaining reporters seemed to have not expected this situation. He was stunned for a moment, turned around and wanted to run away, and then he was kicked up by Xiao Ping's head and kicked to the ground, then pounced on him to remove his chin and "tied it up."
Cheng Qianfan's face was extremely gloomy.
He strode over. One of them ran around because of the gunshots and happened to break into the greeting area. He was pointed at by a policeman with a gun. He was so scared that he was lying on the ground and unable to move. Seeing Cheng Qianfan coming, he was so scared that he begged for mercy.
Cheng Qianfan raised his hand and Haozai handed over the Browning gun in his hand.
The man's face changed and he was about to struggle to get up.
Bang.
Cheng Qianfan pulled the trigger.
The man was shot and fell to the ground.
Mr. Xiao Cheng took another step forward and continued to pull the trigger at the man who fell to the ground.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang.
Cleared the magazine directly.
Then he threw the short gun to Haozai, laughed and walked towards Li Hao and others.
"Haozi."
"Brother Fan."
"Little Monkey."
"Brother Fan."
"Old Jiu!"
"Brother Fan!"
"Amao, you kid is here too." Cheng Qianfan patted Xiao Pingtou's shoulders, rubbed his flat head hard, and said happily.
"Brother Fan." A Mao said proudly, pointing at the reporter controlled by his subordinates, and looking for credit.
"Good boy." Cheng Qianfan nodded with satisfaction.
On this side, Haozi bent down and pulled out a short gun from the waist of the man who was killed by Brother Fan. This was a Spanish Astra M900 pistol.
He picked up the short gun and saw that the pistol had closed the security. His face turned gloomy. He opened the security first, and then threw the short gun to the policeman who had just watched the man's guard, cursing, "You're so kind, remember to search for your body next time!"
The policeman was scolded and blushed in his face and his neck were not afraid to speak.
Cheng Qianfan bent down and looked at the reporter who had been tied up with his hands.
"Where?" he asked.
The reporter's face turned pale and did not dare to look at the cold gaze of "Mr. Xiao Cheng".
Amao directly pulled the reporter's hair and asked him to look at Brother Fan.
"Where's it?" Cheng Qianfan stretched out his hand and Li Hao handed over the gun in his hand.
Facing the dark gun, the reporter's eyes were filled with horror, and he quickly shouted, "Military Command, Military Command, Military Command Shanghai Station, ordered to hoe..."
His voice lowered, "…repel the traitor."
Cheng Qianfan smiled, and he smiled at the people around him, "It's the Military Control Commission again? It's really endless!"
As he said that, he slammed the reporter's shoulder with a shot, and kicked him up again with a scream of the other party, "Why don't you say it was sent by Xu Zhaolin?"
Then, "Mr. Xiao Cheng" raised the Browning short gun in his hand and shot into the air.
Clear the magazine.
He threw the short gun to Li Hao, said lightly, "Cha", laughing loudly, and walked towards the car not far away. Along the way, all the subordinates saluted one after another, and the sound of "Brother Fan" was heard endlessly.
To be continued...