Time goes back ten minutes.
He was dressed in a short dress with two hairs on his right face. Li Hao, dressed in a gang thug, returned to the car money, opened the car door, and got in.
"Brother Fan." He handed Cheng Qianfan the stinky tofu wrapped in kraft paper.
"Do you want to taste it?" Cheng Qianfan asked Li Hao with a piece of stinky tofu in a bamboo stick.
"I can't stand it if I don't eat anymore." Li Hao waved his hand and said.
Li Hao, who was born as a little beggar, was grateful for his ate when he was hungry, so he naturally ate everything.
However, now that life is getting better, Li Hao naturally has the ability and freedom to choose tastes. Cheng Qianfan will not talk about him, but will only be happy.
but--
"Eat!" Cheng Qianfan handed over the bamboo stick.
"Hey." Li Hao agreed.
Although he couldn't stand the smell, Li Hao would not hesitate if Brother Fan asked him to eat it. He immediately bite it and ate it in big mouthfuls.
"Brother Fan, I remember you didn't eat stinky tofu before. You said you couldn't smell it." Li Hao swallowed the stinky tofu, sniffed into his palm, smelled it himself, and asked with a smile.
"Well, I didn't eat it before." Cheng Qianfan chewed the stinky tofu in big mouthfuls, squinted his eyes, looking like he was enjoying it, and the oil of the stinky tofu touched his beard.
...
He is now appearing as Mr. Xiao Mian, and in the top-secret file cabinet at the Nanjing headquarters, there is a "fake file" belonging to Mr. Xiao Mian, the leader of the Shanghai Special Information Group:
Xiao Mian, a native of Liling County, Changsha Prefecture, Hunan Province, was born in the 26th year of Guangxu in the former Qing Dynasty. He was born in the army. He was a senior secret agent at the Changsha Station of the Special Services Department, with the rank of major in the Kuomintang army. He was a friend of Yu Ping'an, a senior member of the Special Services Department. He arrived in Shanghai in June 26 of the Republic of China and served as the leader of the Shanghai Special Services Department.
This is the background information set for himself after Cheng Qianfan and Yu Ping'an and Dai Chunfeng's continuous e-commerce discussions.
Now, only Dai Chunfeng, Qi Wu and Yu Ping'an, the top leaders of the entire secret service, know about Xiao Mian's file and are listed as a top secret.
"Haozi, you can do whatever you have." Cheng Qianfan took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth. He also wiped his beard very carefully. After touching it, he nodded with satisfaction.
"Although I eat stinky tofu in big mouthfuls, I seem to be careless." Cheng Qianfan pointed to the handkerchief in his hand and the violin box under his feet. "But after eating stinky tofu, I paid great attention to hygiene, my clothes were neat and my beard was clean. When I was eating, no drop of oil fell on the violin box."
He looked at Li Hao, "Do you understand?"
"I understand!" Li Hao nodded, "To play a person, you must devote yourself wholeheartedly. Whether it is eating habits, living habits, or even some details, it must conform to the person's image and habits."
"It's considered a two-point trick." Cheng Qianfan nodded.
Haozi is talking about ‘playing’, Cheng Qianfan never plays it, and when he is in a certain role, he is that person:
In his life, he has never acted, and there is no chance to reshoot. Life or death is so simple and direct.
...
Soon, a gunshot came from Cherry Lane, not far from Desway Road.
Then there were several gunshots.
Immediately, an explosion came.
The bustling Desway Road began to have a slight commotion when the gunshots sounded, but the crowd did not panic. Soon, the explosion sounded, and the crowd began to riot, with occasional screams.
However, because it did not happen on this street, the riots were within the controllable range.
Cheng Qianfan was very quiet. He placed the Chicago typewriter on his lap and he gently stroked it, like he was stroking the cat at home.
Gunshots and explosions in the distance.
It entered his ears.
It seemed to fascinate him.
Li Hao sat in the driver's seat, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the key. As long as Cheng Qianfan gave him a command, he could fire at any time.
"Start the car." Cheng Qianfan suddenly spoke.
"Yeah." Li Hao started the car and listened to the sound of the engine running normally, he felt relieved.
His left hand subconsciously held it on the steering wheel, and his right hand gently tapped the steering wheel. His right hand stretched down to hold the Mauser pistol that had been closed.
...
Cheng Qianfan gently lifted the curtains of the car and saw the chaotic crowd on the street. Some people were rushing to go home quickly.
Some bold people talked about their heads and looked in the direction of Cherry, pointing at them. Some people were worried, some people were excited, and some were indifferent.
Bang!
Cheng Qianfan's expression was solemn.
He heard that this was the sound of the official rifle firing.
This is Liu Yuchu who fired the gun.
This shows that there are policemen in the public concession or Japanese policemen, and the military police have passed by, and this is Liu Yuchu blocking the enemy.
Cheng Qianfan was waiting. If he got the official rifle and then fired continuously, it means that Liu Yuchu was under great pressure to block the enemy, so he needed him to help him.
However, the official rifle fired only one shot, and no more shots were fired.
Cheng Qianfan was thinking.
The possibility of Liu Yuchu's loss is extremely small. This person is a sharpshooter and is carrying a grenade on his body, which is blocking the enemy from a long distance. It is impossible for the enemy to break through the blocking line in such a short time and kill Liu Yuchu.
This is the enemy being shocked and the situation is stalemate.
Cheng Qianfan immediately made a judgment, and quickly determined that this was a policeman in the public concession, and the most likely thing was to bully the weak and fear the strong, and fear death. The Red-Headed Police Officer A San was frightened by Liu Yuchu's first shot and dared not move.
It was actually the red-headed San who rushed in front of the Japanese police and military police?
A curl was raised at the corner of his mouth, which was a good thing.
Three minutes later.
The gunshots of the official rifle were heard continuously.
At the same time, there was gunshots of the Southern Fourteen Pistol.
Suddenly, Cheng Qianfan's expression changed, and he heard the gunshots of the Japanese Type 38 rifle counterattack.
"It's time to work!" Cheng Qianfan said coldly.
He got out of the car, held up a black umbrella, with a slanted span of the gun, and placed one hand on the trigger of the Chicago typewriter.
The black umbrella covers this murderous machine.
It also covers the face of the visitor.
"Sir, I'm sorry, we're going to close." The beautiful Mrs. Qingtian bowed slightly and said when she saw the customer striding with a black umbrella.
"Hello, Madam." Cheng Qianfan smiled, "Where is Mr. Qingtian?"
The beautiful Japanese woman turned her head and looked at the store, "Qingtianjun."
There were no customers in the garment shop. Qingtian Yifu was looking at the account book. When he heard his wife calling him, he came over subconsciously.
"Mr. Qingtian." Cheng Qianfan smiled politely, "Shayana!"
The umbrella fell, and the late customer held the Chicago typewriter in both hands and pulled the trigger with his fingers.
A shuttle of bullets poured out, directly forming a hornet's nest on Qietian Ichiho's abdomen.
Mrs. Qingtian was stunned, staring at her husband who was beaten to death, and suddenly let out a crazy scream, followed by a drizzle and a smell of urine.
Cheng Qianfan glanced at the frightened woman, turned the gun and pulled the trigger.
Da da da da da da da!
While the woman fell down, he picked up the umbrella on the ground, turned around, and walked quickly towards the car.
Halfway through, he took out a German M4 grenade from his body, turned around slightly, pulled out the safety plug, and threw it directly into the Qingtian dressing shop.
He quickly put away his umbrella, opened the car door, and entered the car.
"Walk!"
Li Hao immediately started the car and rushed out with a roar.
A boom!
To be continued...