Although Lu Ming didn't like going to Zheng Chunyue's place, he went anyway. Since he had promised An Gonggen, he couldn't break his promise, not to mention that he was still a guest.
"I can help you bring people in, but there is no good way to bring weapons." Lu Ming said.
"Thank you, Master Lu. This is a great help to me. We will find a solution for the weapons issue." An Gonggen was overjoyed.
Their original plan was to borrow Zhang Ziyang's police uniform and gun to enter the venue. If the welcome banquet was held in a public concession, this was a completely feasible plan.
Similar events are held in public concessions, and people from the police station are usually invited to maintain order. However, now that the banquet is held in the Japanese concession, it has nothing to do with the Shanghai Police Department.
Not only are all the security personnel Japanese, Chinese people will also be subject to strict inspection when entering. Except for the Shanghai Bund boss, everyone else will be searched, just to avoid anyone bringing weapons in.
As for North Koreans, needless to say, they are 100% turned away, and they probably won’t even be able to enter the Japanese Concession.
The Koreans in Shanghai are basically related to the Provisional Government of the Republic of Korea. It is no secret that each of them is a mortal enemy of the Japanese.
"But I have an idea for weapons. Coffee will be used to serve guests at the welcome banquet, and this is the can used to hold the coffee." Lu Ming took out the coffee can he took from Baile Cafe and placed it on the table.
"Where did you get this coffee can?" An Gonggen asked, looking at the coffee can.
"I brought it from Xingchen Cafe. Don't worry, the coffee cans at the venue are guaranteed to be exactly the same as this one." Lu Ming took out another coffee can and put it on the table. There were two coffee cans, one with a gun in it and one with a gun in it.
Bullets are small and difficult to detect.
"Ah, this is really a good idea. If we successfully bring the gun in, it will be the end of our village!" An Gonggen walked back and forth excitedly. Zheng Chunyue poured them tea and went out.
"My idea is whether you can get a pocket pistol, and then hide the pistol and bullets in two cans. It's best to put them in in advance. If not, you can only find one of your people to carry them that day. Just say
He's an employee of Star Cafe, and he's the one who delivers coffee there, so he can sneak in."
"We do have pocket pistols. But the ammunition capacity is too small." An Gonggen was a little unwilling.
"Brother, you only have one chance to shoot. If you can shoot one shot, you will be successful. As soon as the gunshot is fired, all the security guards around will rush up and knock your people down." Lu Ming said, feeling sad and also
There is no telling who will be chosen to carry out this suicide mission.
"Yes, I understand." An Gonggen nodded.
Precisely because there is only one chance to shoot, An Gonggen still prefers to carry a powerful weapon, so that a burst of bullets can be poured out and the target can be sieved without having to aim too hard.
A bullet, unless it hits the head or hits the heart or lungs, is likely to be saved. Not to mention that if the bullet misses the target, it is a complete failure.
"I won't go into details about how to do it. After all, you are the professionals in assassination. But one thing I have to say first is that you must not turn coffee cans into explosives. After all, the majority of the welcome banquet that day was Chinese.
" Lu Ming warned.
He was worried that An Gonggen had made two coffee cans into two improvised bombs, which would cause a large number of casualties once they exploded.
He was not worried about his own safety. If it was not possible, he could not go and just find an excuse. However, the Yan family and his daughter had to be present. If they were not present, the Japanese would not let them go afterwards.
"Don't worry, we're not that crazy." An Gonggen smiled.
When he first saw the coffee can, his first thought was to make it into a bomb. He didn't want Lu Ming to find out, so he gave up the idea.
The provisional government of the Republic of Korea is located in Shanghai. If the bombing kills many people, especially high-status people in Shanghai, their provisional government may fall apart.
An Gonggen estimated that Kim Koo, chairman of the interim government, would not approve his bombing plan.
"That's good. I'll say one more thing. If you can only shoot one bullet, then quench the poison. It's best to apply potassium cyanide to seal the throat when it sees blood." Lu Ming said.
"Master Lu, you look like an expert at first sight. Why don't you come to us as a consultant?" An Gonggen said with a smile.
"I am nothing at all. I just read too many foreign detective novels, hehe." Lu Ming said with a bitter smile.
He knew that in front of An Gonggen, an assassination expert and demolition expert, giving advice on assassination was a trick in front of the Guan Gong Temple, but he just didn't trust, fearing that this guy would mess up and cause too much additional damage.
"You are being humble, Master Lu. Don't say anything. Thank you for your support. We will be useful in the future, especially when dealing with the Japanese. We can sacrifice our lives." An Gonggen said.
"One family does not speak the same language as the other. I do this for our own country," Lu Ming said.
When he went out, he happened to see Zheng Chunyue standing in the yard. Under the moonlight, her face was as pale as last night.
"Miss Chunyue, I'm really sorry for last night. I want to apologize to you." Lu Ming stepped forward and saluted.
"Oh, how dare you, you are the famous Mr. Lu, how dare I, a prostitute, ask you to apologize. Even if you trample people like me under your feet every day, you deserve it." Zheng Chunyue said sharply.
She didn't want to come out at first, but she lost control when she heard Lu Ming's voice coming from behind. The humiliation Lu Ming gave her last night was something she would never forget.
Lu Ming smiled bitterly. He had done everything he could do. It didn't matter whether the other party understood or not. He couldn't be blamed for what happened last night. It was Zheng Chunyue who pushed him to the edge first.
"Chunyue, don't be so rude. Master Lu is here to help us. He is our nobleman." An Gonggen came out and said.
"I don't dare to be rude, haven't I been ruining myself?" Zheng Chunyue said angrily.
"Master Lu, I'm sorry. I apologize to you on Chunyue's behalf." An Gonggen bowed solemnly.
"No, I just do things based on my heart. If you can understand it, understand it. If you can't understand it, forget it. I will never force it." Lu Ming said and walked out of the yard.
Looking back at this courtyard, he wished he would never step foot here again.
After Lu Ming left, An Gonggen started to get busy. He first used his own methods to find his subordinates, and then studied how to put the pistol and bullets into the coffee can.
An Gonggen did not completely listen to Lu Ming's words. He planned to make a weak bomb at the bottom of the coffee can. If he was discovered when sneaking into the venue, he would detonate it directly. Even if it could not kill Shigeru Honjo, it would kill him.
A few Japanese people are also good.
Of course, the person carrying the coffee can will also be blown to pieces.
Their ammunition depot far exceeded Lu Ming's estimate. They not only had various specialized assassination rifles, but also various poisons, poisonous needles, and even the latest TNT explosives and detonators used by the military.
Since Japan occupied all of Korea, the Koreans have been using this method to fight unrelentingly. Even if it requires the lives of several or even a dozen people to assassinate a target, they will do it without hesitation.
Because of this, people who had performed missions could not survive in North Korea and had to live in exile in Shanghai.
In fact, the bomb's dosage and explosive power can be accurately calculated, so there is no problem of collateral damage.
What An Gonggen meant was that if he could get close to the rostrum, he would put the coffee can under the table of the rostrum. Of course, it must be close to Ben Zhuang Shi. If there were no important Chinese people around Ben Zhuang Shi, then detonate it.
Bombs are much more effective than pistols. If this thing explodes next to a person, there is absolutely no chance of escape. Even if a person is shot multiple times, as long as the vital part is not hit, he can still survive.
What An Gonggen knew was that there were more than forty bullets in a man's body. Everyone thought he was dead, but a few months later, the man reappeared alive and kicking.
Fortunately, Lu Ming didn't see these lunatics doing anything with his own eyes. Otherwise, he would definitely not be able to sleep when he went back.
They are so-called desperadoes. They do not regard other people's lives as their own lives, nor do they regard their own lives as their own. In their eyes, life seems to be something that can be thrown away at any time.
At this time, Lu Ming still could not fully understand the sadness, desolation and despair in the heart of a slave who had subjugated his country.
Lu Ming returned to his apartment and the building manager gave him a letter.
He opened it and looked at it, but it was left by Sheng Youde and asked him to go to the company tomorrow.
"Is this because I think my progress is too slow and I'm a little dissatisfied?" Lu Ming smiled bitterly.
He knew that he had not made any progress at all, but there was nothing he could do. There were no decent clues at all. How could he check it? The few lines he could check were all broken. Now he had completely reached a dead end.
But he had a hunch that if he could catch the mastermind who trapped him in Tongren Hospital that day, he might get a breakthrough. Maybe these people were the culprits of Sheng Muyi's disappearance.
He bet on the welcome banquet held by the Yan family. If he met that guy at the banquet, he would not show any mercy. He would be able to hear his voice in hell.
He took a shower, and then curiously followed the method taught to him by Yan Xiaohui, grinding fresh coffee beans into powder, filtering them with filter paper, boiling water, and brewing coffee with a special coffee pot.
Of course the coffee he brewed was not as authentic as the one at Star Cafe, but it was his first time trying to brew coffee and he was already very satisfied with the results.
After drinking a cup of coffee, his sleepiness disappeared. He could only sit at the table and think about and sort out what he had done during this period, as well as the setbacks he had suffered.
I kept tossing it until after two o'clock in the night, and then sleepiness gradually came over me.
Lying on the bed, he suddenly had a dream: the shadows of Sheng Muyi and Yuan Ziyuan appeared in front of him from time to time. They kept talking to him, but he couldn't hear a word.
He shouted loudly, and it seemed that the other party couldn't hear him.