The next morning, Lu Ming did not go to work at the Fuxing Society. He invited An Gonggen to meet at the apartment and continued to study the action plan with him.
"How are you going to bring the explosive device in? What kind of explosive device will you use?" Lu Ming asked.
"We still want to use the method we did at the Yamato Hotel and bring it in with biscuit tubes or coffee tubes. We can put bombs in these tubes," An Gonggen said.
"Then can we find a way to make these tubes directly into bombs?" Lu Ming asked.
"Directly making a bomb? This requires professional skills, and our people can't do it." An Gonggen thought for a while, shook his head and said.
They are experts at blasting, but they are also amateurs at making bombs. All they make are earthen bombs, which are simply not up to military industry standards.
"We can ask for help from the blasting experts at the Shanghai Arsenal. They should have better methods." Lu Mingzheng'er said.
"The arsenal is professional enough, but are they willing to help with this?" An Gonggen expressed doubts.
"We have the Shangfang Sword given by Nanjing, and the arsenal is obliged to provide support. I will contact Nanjing now. Just wait for my news." Lu Ming said decisively.
Lu Ming did not dare to use the phone number in the apartment and rushed directly to the work unit. He called Deng Wenyi from the confidential phone number in the work unit and asked them to instruct the Shanghai Arsenal to provide assistance.
Half an hour later, the chairman's bodyguard called and conveyed the chairman's instructions.
"You go directly to Factory Director Liu, and he will ask the experts in the factory to support you. But one thing must be guaranteed, and the government must not be involved." The other party's tone was very serious.
"I understand, make sure it's clean and neat." Lu Ming replied.
In the afternoon, Lu Ming drove An Gonggen to the Shanghai Arsenal. He took the Fuxing Society's ID to find Director Liu and explained his purpose.
Liu Changzi had obviously received instructions from Nanjing and directly called for an expert without asking any questions.
"What kind of bomb do you want?" The expert is a man over fifty and looks like an intellectual.
"Of course it is powerful. The more powerful, the better, but it cannot be too big and must be able to be carried around." An Gonggen said.
"The power of a bomb is proportional to its volume, and there are many blasting effects. Do you want to rely on bomb fragments to kill the enemy, or do you want to use the shock wave generated by the bomb's explosion to kill the enemy?" The expert's question was a bit professional.
Lu Ming and An Gonggen looked at each other, neither of them could answer. This question was too professional. Even the old killer An Gonggen couldn't understand the difference.
"Anyway, given the same volume, the greater the power, the better." Lu Ming said vaguely.
"Then what shape do you want the bomb to be made into?" the expert asked.
"We want two. Can one be made into a kettle and the other into a Japanese bento?" An Gonggen said suddenly with inspiration.
"Okay, I can also let you put a little water in the kettle. It can be used as a lunch box. You can put a few slices of bread in it. This will make it easier to pass the inspection." The expert obviously knew what they wanted to do by making a bomb.
Now that we have decided on the shape of the kettle and lunch box, the volume is of course fixed. The kettle is made to imitate the Japanese military kettle, and the bento lunch box is the most commonly used shape in Japanese restaurants.
The bomb is detonated by a bottom-out detonation method, which means that as long as the bomb is thrown out, it will explode when it touches the ground.
"After three days, you come to pick up the bomb, but you must be careful. The bomb must not fall to the ground. Even though it has a safety device, you must be careful." The expert emphasized three times in a row.
Lu Ming took An Gonggen and left the arsenal, and Liu Changzi did not let them have a meal. They obviously received strict instructions on this matter. They were only making bombs and were not allowed to have any other contact.
Three days later, Lu Ming and An Gonggen went to the arsenal and took away the bomb.
Judging from the shape, this is a Japanese military kettle and the Japanese favorite lunch box.
The kettle has a shallow layer into which you can pour a little water, and the lunch box can also contain a few slices of bread.
The bomb is equipped with a safety device. As long as the safety device is released, the bomb cannot hit an object hard, otherwise the bomb will detonate.
"It's a bit scary to hold this thing in your hand." An Gonggen laughed on the way back.
"Oh, be careful, don't blow us up into the sky." Lu Ming also said with a smile.
"Don't worry, Master Lu, the safety device hasn't been opened yet." An Gonggen pointed to a piece of tape next to the bomb and said.
"What if the safety device fails?" Lu Ming said with a smile.
"Don't scare me." An Gonggen's face turned pale.
As the saying goes, those who know how to drown will die if they know how to punch. The more experienced the explosives are, the more afraid they are of bombs.
Because they have either seen or heard of accidents, even carefully crafted bombs are not necessarily safe, and the probability of accidental detonation exists.
An Gonggen and others studied bomb making on their own and killed several people. The bombs accidentally exploded due to various reasons during the process of making bombs.
The bombs manufactured by the arsenal are certainly very precise, but they are not 100% safe.
An Gonggen took the bomb away and put it in a safe place. He waited until the day before the operation and handed it over to Yin Fengji.
Lu Ming didn't ask much about Yin Fengji, and he didn't have the heart to see him. He was afraid that when the person involved would become soft-hearted, he would regret it and give up the assassination operation.
Lu Ming suddenly thought of more than two thousand years ago, on the banks of the Yishui River, a group of heroes held a banquet to honor Jing Ke and Qin Wuyang. They were about to cross the Yishui and enter the Qin State to assassinate the King of Qin.
This may not be the first suicide assassination in Chinese history, but it is definitely the most famous.
The people attending the banquet were all dressed in white and danced to the sound of Gao Jianli's piano.
The water is flowing and the white clothes are fluttering.
In fact, An Gonggen and others were not the first to engage in suicidal terrorist activities. The Tongmenghui headed by Huang Xing was the forerunner.
At that time, Mr. Wang was also a revolutionary who brought a bomb to assassinate Prince Chun of the Qing Dynasty, who was Puyi's biological father.
Huang Xing and his group carried out many bombing incidents, which made the orphans and widows in the Jinluan Palace of the Qing Empire restless. Yuan Shikai took the opportunity to use blackmail and intimidation to hastily end the fate of the Qing Dynasty.
It sounds like a joke, but the Qing emperor's abdication was really frightened by the terrorist activities of the revolutionaries, coupled with Yuan Shikai's persecution. Unlike Russia, it took a brutal revolution to bring down the royal family.
Of course, the ending of the Qing royal family was much better than that of the Russian royal family. They were not liquidated, let alone exterminated, and they still enjoyed various rights after the country was overthrown.
Although the later Beiyang government defaulted on its debts and failed to fulfill its promise to the royal family, the Qing royal family and nobles saved their lives after all, and most of their private property was also saved.
However, this also left a hidden danger. The deposed emperor of the Qing Dynasty was later used by the Japanese to make a comeback in the Northeast and established the puppet regime of Manchukuo.
Without the Qing Dynasty and the deposed emperor as a starting point, it would not be easy for the Japanese to openly annex the Northeast, at least it would not be morally justified.
After all, Northeast China is only a part of China. The Japanese still feel uneasy with it. Once China becomes strong, it will take it back at any time.
Therefore, it is impossible for the Japanese to stop after taking Northeast China. They are just like thieves. Once addicted, they can never stop stealing.
North Korea is different. The entire territory was occupied by Japanese invaders, and the task of restoring the country was too arduous. If the Japanese had not surrendered in World War II, North Korea still does not know when it would achieve independence.
North Korean martyrs sacrificed their lives to assassinate high-ranking Japanese officials in China. To some extent, this was not only out of a passion to serve their country, but also out of helplessness due to reality, because it was difficult for them to achieve this goal in their own country.
"President, what are you busy with outside these days? I'm your secretary?"
Back in the office, secretary Liu Qiwen made tea for him and brought it over, not without complaints.
"Of course I'm busy with my own business." Lu Ming glanced at the teacup and said with a smile.
"Have you gone out to be a reporter again? I really envy you for having this ability." Liu Qiwen smiled beautifully.
"More or less, these days are easier, and I still have to keep doing my job." Lu Ming snapped his fingers and posed for a photo.
"President, please take me for an interview next time you are free. I also want to experience it." Liu Qiwen said coquettishly.
Lu Ming glanced at her sideways and didn't dare to say anything. If he continued talking, the atmosphere in the office would be a bit wrong.