Chapter 319 We didn’t invite you! (Please vote at the end of the month)
Go back in time ten minutes.
Li Hao, who was dressed in a bunker suit with two hairs on the right side of his face and looked like a gangster, walked back to the taxi, opened the door, and got in.
"Brother Fan." He handed the stinky tofu wrapped in kraft paper to Cheng Qianfan.
"Would you like to try it?" Cheng Qianfan inserted a piece of stinky tofu with a bamboo skewer and asked Li Hao.
"I won't eat, I can't bear it." Li Hao waved his hand and said.
Li Hao was born as a beggar. When he was hungry, he would be grateful if he had something to eat, so he would naturally eat anything.
However, now that life has improved, Li Hao naturally has the ability and freedom to choose his taste. Cheng Qianfan will not criticize him, but will only be happy.
but--
"Eat!" Cheng Qianfan handed over the bamboo stick.
"Eh." Li Hao agreed.
Although he couldn't stand the taste, Li Hao didn't hesitate at all when Brother Fan asked him to eat it. He immediately took a bite and ate it with big mouthfuls.
"Brother Fan, I remember you didn't eat stinky tofu before. You said you couldn't get used to the smell." Li Hao swallowed the stinky tofu, breathed into his palm, smelled it himself, and asked with a smile.
"Well, I didn't eat it before." Cheng Qianfan chewed the stinky tofu, squinted his eyes, and looked like he was enjoying it. The oil of the stinky tofu stained his beard.
…
He now appears as Xiao Mian - Mr. Xiao. In the top-secret filing cabinet at the Nanjing headquarters, there is a "fake file" belonging to the leader of the Shanghai Special Intelligence Team, Mr. Xiao Mianxiao:
Xiao Mian, a native of Liling County, Changsha Prefecture, Hunan, was born in the 26th year of the reign of Emperor Guangxu of the Qing Dynasty. He was born in the military. He was a senior secret agent of the Changsha Station of the Secret Service. He had the rank of major in the National Army. He was a good friend of Yu Ping'an, a senior executive of the Secret Service. He was born in June of the 26th year of the Republic of China.
Arriving in Shanghai, he served as the leader of the Shanghai Special Intelligence Group of the Secret Service.
This is the background information that Cheng Qianfan set for himself after discussing with Yu Ping'an and Dai Chunfeng through secret emails.
Now, among the top brass of the Secret Service, only Dai Chunfeng, Qi Wu and Yu Ping'an know about Xiao Mian's file, which is classified as top secret.
"Haozi, whatever your identity is, you do what you do." Cheng Qianfan took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth. He also wiped his beard very carefully, touched it, and then nodded with satisfaction.
"Although I ate a lot of stinky tofu, it seemed informal." Cheng Qianfan pointed to the handkerchief in his hand and the violin case at his feet, "But after eating the stinky tofu, I paid attention to hygiene, my clothes were neat, and my beard was clean.
When I ate, not a drop of oil fell on the violin case."
He looked at Li Hao, "Do you understand?"
"Understood!" Li Hao nodded emphatically, "If you want to play a person, you must devote yourself wholeheartedly. Whether it is eating habits, living habits, or even some details, they must conform to the person's image and habits."
"It's a good idea." Cheng Qianfan nodded.
Haozi is talking about 'acting', but Cheng Qianfan never acts. When he is in a certain role, he is that person:
His life has never been about acting, there is no chance of reshoots, life or death is so simple and direct.
…
Soon, a gunshot was heard in Cherry Lane, not far from Dee Siwe Road.
Then there were several gunshots.
Immediately, there was an explosion.
There was a slight commotion on the bustling Deesway Road when the gunshots were fired. However, the crowd did not panic. Soon, explosions sounded and the crowd began to commotion, with occasional screams.
However, since it did not occur on this street, the riot was controllable.
Cheng Qianfan was very quiet. The Chicago typewriter was placed on his lap. He stroked it gently, just like stroking a cat at home.
Gunshots and explosions in the distance.
into his ears.
It seemed to make him intoxicated.
Li Hao sat in the driver's seat, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the key. He could start the ignition at any time as long as Cheng Qianfan gave an order.
"Start the car." Cheng Qianfan suddenly said.
"Yes." Li Hao started the car and listened to the sound of the engine running normally. He breathed a sigh of relief.
His left hand subconsciously held the steering wheel, and his right hand tapped the steering wheel lightly. He stretched his right hand down to hold the Mauser pistol with the safety off.
…
Cheng Qianfan gently lifted the car curtain and looked at the chaotic crowd on the street. Some people were hurriedly going home.
Some brave people talked and looked in the direction of Cherry Lane, pointing. Some had worried faces, some were excited, and some were indifferent.
Snapped!
Cheng Qianfan's expression was solemn.
He heard that it was the sound of a formal rifle being fired.
This was Liu Yuchu's shot.
This shows that there are patrols from the public concession or Japanese police and military police passing by, and it is Liu Yuchu who is blocking the enemy.
Cheng Qianfan was waiting. If the Zhongquan rifle fired continuously, it meant that Liu Yuchu was under great pressure to stop the enemy, and then he needed his help.
However, the official rifle fired only once and then stopped firing.
Cheng Qianfan was thinking.
The possibility that Liu Yuchu's place has been lost is extremely small. This man is a sharpshooter and carries a grenade. He also blocks the enemy from a long distance. It is impossible for the enemy to break through the blocking line and kill Liu Yuchu in such a short period of time.
This means that the enemy has been frightened and the situation is deadlocked.
Cheng Qianfan immediately made a judgment, and quickly determined that this was a patrol in the public concession, and most likely it was the red-headed patrolman Asan who bullied the weak and feared the strong, and was afraid of death. He was frightened by Liu Yuchu's first shot and did not dare to move.
It was the red-headed Asan who rushed ahead of the Japanese police and military police?
The corners of his mouth quirked up, which was a good thing.
Three minutes later.
The gunshots of Chinese formal rifles rang out continuously.
At the same time, there was the sound of gunfire from the Southern Type 14 pistol.
Suddenly, Cheng Qianfan's expression changed. He heard the gunshots of the Japanese Army's Type 38 rifles firing back.
"It's time to work!" Cheng Qianfan said coldly.
He got out of the car, held up a black umbrella, carried his gun belt across his body, and placed one hand on the trigger of the Chicago typewriter.
The black umbrella covered this killing machine.
It also covers the face of the visitor.
"Sir, I'm sorry, we have to close." The beautiful Mrs. Qingtian bowed slightly and said when she saw the customer striding forward holding a black umbrella.
"Hello, madam." Cheng Qianfan smiled, "Where is Mr. Qingtian?"
The beautiful Japanese woman turned to look at the store, "Qingtian-kun."
There were no customers in the clothing store. Kazuo Aoda was looking at the account book. He heard his wife calling him and subconsciously came over.
The umbrella fell, and the belated customer held the Chicago typewriter in both hands and pulled the trigger with his finger.
A flurry of bullets poured out, directly hitting Kazuo Aoda's abdomen like a hornet's nest.
Mrs. Qingtian was stunned. She stared blankly at her husband who was beaten to death on the ground. She suddenly let out a crazy scream, followed by a pattering sound and the smell of urine.
Cheng Qianfan glanced at the frightened woman, turned the gun, and pulled the trigger.
Da da da da!
When the woman fell, he picked up the umbrella on the ground, turned around, and walked quickly to the car.
Halfway through, he took out a German-made M4 grenade from his body, turned around slightly, pulled out the safety catch, and threw it directly into the Qingtian Clothing Store.
He quickly closed his umbrella, opened the car door, and got into the car.
"Walk!"
Li Hao immediately started the car and rushed out with a roar.
Boom!
In a huge explosion.
Cheng Qianfan leaned out of the car window, and the Chicago typewriter shot into the air:
Da da da!
The whole "Dongyang Street" was filled with screams, cries, and shouts.
Sitting back in his seat, Cheng Qianfan quietly reloaded the Chicago typewriter.
Outside the car window, there was a house set on fire by the explosion.
It's Japanese for cries, screams, and sirens.
The silent man silently took out the cigarette case, popped out a cigarette, turned on the lighter, lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled a stream of smoke. He held the cigarette in his mouth, gritted his teeth, and moved his lips slightly.