Zhang Wanteng stood on the roadside eating fried dough sticks, taking out his handkerchief and sneezing from time to time. His throat was so swollen that he wanted to spit out his tonsils.
In spring, everything revives, and so do various viruses. Unfortunately, Zhang Wanteng was infected with spring influenza. At this time, he had a slight fever, general weakness, dry throat and sore throat. Fortunately, the Japanese and Western medicine were very effective, otherwise he would have been ill this morning.
Can't get out of bed.
Zhang Wanteng held a briefcase under his arm and contained four bombs. He was just a novice when it came to assassination activities and had just learned how to fire bombs.
Zhang Wanteng's father is an old Japanese spy who was active in Tianjin during the Sino-Japanese War. It wasn't until his 15th birthday that Zhang Wanteng learned that he was of mixed Chinese and Japanese descent. Then, he was sent to Shanghai Tongwen Academy and received two years of spy training.
Joined Sun Chuanfang's army to engage in logistics and was responsible for providing political and economic intelligence to Japan.
Until the fall of Sun Chuanfang's power, Zhang Wanteng had already become the logistics director of a certain ministry and joined the Nanjing National Government with the army. At this time, Zhang Wanteng suffered from severe lung disease and rested at home for a full year, missing the final step for career advancement.
good time.
Ten years have passed, Zhang Wanteng has been wasted, and he only works as a small deputy section chief in Jiangning County. He goes to and from work every day, his wife is virtuous, and he has two children. If he did not regularly deliver information to his contacts, he would almost forget his identity as a spy.
There are countless Japanese spies like Zhang Wanteng in China, and their intelligence work is extremely inefficient.
This information has to be sent to the Special High School Section for compilation, but the Special High School Section acts roughly and uses poor methods. It often does not summarize it and sends it all to the headquarters to collect dust. Sometimes there is too much information and if the key points cannot be grasped, it is tantamount to
Didn't get the information.
British and French officials stationed in China often ridiculed the Japanese spy agencies, believing that the Japanese spent 10% of their money and 12% of their energy, but could only achieve 50% of their results.
Serve the Japanese Empire?
Zhang Wanteng has long since lost that energy. He just wants to live a good life, and even delivering information is very perfunctory.
But the Black Dragon Society and the Special High School Division sent him to assassinate him and asked him to be a dead soldier, but Zhang Wanteng had to do it. Obeying orders has become a habit, and he dare not disobey, otherwise he, his wife and children will suffer.
His old mother who is far away in Tianjin will also be killed.
There is no turning back for a spy, either die or keep doing it.
"Cough cough cough cough!"
Zhang Wanteng covered his mouth and coughed repeatedly. Once he started coughing, he couldn't stop it. He felt like his lungs were about to come out of his throat.
A young man passed by him and whispered: "Zhou Hexuan is here, taking a rickshaw. The first car is for bodyguards, Zhou Hexuan and the female secretary are in the second car, and there are three more cars behind them for bodyguards and luggage, probably
You'll be here in a few minutes."
Zhang Wanteng suddenly became nervous and stood on the roadside waiting anxiously.
Two minutes later, the young man suddenly came in a rickshaw and said urgently: "The target has temporarily taken a detour. Let's go directly to the train station to intercept it. Get on the bus quickly!"
Zhang Wanteng hurriedly climbed onto the rickshaw. Due to the violent movement, he coughed violently, which affected his lungs.
It's cold in spring, and the wind is blowing hard on the rickshaw as it moves forward rapidly.
Zhang Wanteng felt that his cold was getting worse. The high fever that had subsided in the middle of the night showed signs of coming back again. He was so uncomfortable that he just wanted to close his eyes and sleep.
Standing outside the train station, Zhang Wanteng took out a copy of "Collected Works of Mingcheng" and pretended to read it.
This was his assassination prop. He wanted to pretend to be an admirer of Zhou Hexuan and try to get close to him under the pretext of asking for his signature. Then, whether he used a gun or a bomb, he would be able to hit the target more accurately.
"People are coming!"
The young man walked past Zhang Wanteng, dropped a word and disappeared immediately.
Sure enough, Zhou Hexuan came and stopped outside the train station.
Zhu Guozhen got out of the car first and looked around with his hands hidden in his sleeves. Sun Yongzhen followed Zhou Hexuan and was responsible for guarding the situation at the rear. Yu Peichen commanded two attendants to carry the luggage. Both of them were reliable men hired by the hotel. people.
As for Kuomintang agent Shen Zui, he has been chatting with Zhou Hexuan. He plays the role of a special reporter from a news agency and wants to conduct a long-term interview with Zhou Hexuan.
Zhang Wanteng took a deep breath, walked quickly towards Zhou Hexuan, and suddenly made a happy expression: "Mr. Zhou! It's really Mr. Zhou!"
"Stop!" Zhu Guozhen scolded.
Zhang Wanteng raised the "Collected Works of Mingcheng" in his hand and said with a smile: "I am Zhou... ahem, I am a fan of Mr. Zhou's books, and I would like to ask Mr. Zhou for his autograph."
Zhu Guozhen said to Peichen: "Miss Yu, go and get the book."
Yu Peichen ordered his entourage to carry his luggage and paid the rickshaw fare. Then he walked up to Zhang Wanteng and spread his hands and said, "Hello, please give me the book."
"Ah? Okay!" Zhang Wanteng was a little confused and subconsciously handed the book to Yu Peichen.
This was different from what he expected. Under normal circumstances, he could walk to Zhou Hexuan, but now he was seven or eight meters away.
Zhou Hexuan quickly signed the book and asked Yu Peichen to return it to Zhang Wanteng. Yu Peichen smiled and said: "Sir, I'm sorry, for the sake of Mr. Zhou's safety, I can't communicate with you in person. Thank you for your support to Mr. Zhou."
Yu Peichen asked: "Sir, he is very ill. Please go see a doctor quickly."
Zhang Wanteng casually made up a lie and said: "I have taken the medicine and now I am going to Shanghai for a business trip. Is Mr. Zhou also going to Shanghai? I saw in today's newspaper that Mr. Zhou is going to England to attend the coronation of the King of England."
"Yes," Yu Peichen said with a polite smile, "Sir, farewell!"
Zhou Hexuan and others immediately walked to the station hall, and Zhang Wanteng also walked in with his briefcase, trying to find the best time to strike. Even if his marksmanship was good, it would be difficult to hit at this moment, because Zhou Hexuan was blocked by bodyguards and entourage.
As for throwing bombs, those bodyguards have eyes and ears in all directions, and the bombs thrown are likely to be kicked back.
The further inside the station, the greater the flow of people. Zhang Wanteng coughed and squeezed inside, getting closer and closer to Zhou Hexuan.
Sun Yongzhen, who was responsible for guarding the rear, whispered: "The person who wanted to sign just now has been following us."
Yu Peichen explained: "He is going to Shanghai on a business trip, and maybe he will be on the same train as us."
Shen Zui suddenly laughed and said, "There's something wrong with this guy."
"What's the problem?" Zhu Guozhen and Sun Yongzhen didn't see it.
Shen Zui explained: "He was very nervous and kept staring at Mr. Zhou."
Yu Peichen said: "He is an admirer of Mr. Zhou. He should be very excited to see his idol."
"It's possible." Although Shen Zui wasn't sure, he still kept an eye on Zhang Wanteng's every move with the corner of his eye.
There are too many people inside the station hall, and there is no chance to throw a bomb. It may bounce back when it encounters passengers halfway. Zhang Wanteng can also choose to pull the safety catch, count the seconds in his mind, and pounce directly on Zhou Hexuan's group of people. But that way If the difficulty is too high, Zhou Hexuan may not be blown to death. After all, he is protected by several bodyguards.
When Shenzui saw Zhang Wanteng put his hand into his briefcase, he immediately became nervous. When he saw the other person took out a newspaper from his bag, he felt a little relieved, and at the same time he was funny that he was too sensitive.
In fact, the Nanjing Black Dragon Club and the Special High School professional spies have been under surveillance by Kuomintang spies in recent days. Especially those who have the ability to carry out assassinations are the targets of key surveillance. After all, Nanjing is the homeland of Kuomintang spies.
On the contrary, ordinary intelligence personnel like Zhang Wanteng are missed targets and cannot be monitored because the other party's identity has not been exposed at all.
When passing the ticket gate, Zhou Hexuan and others were queuing to pass.
Zhang Wanteng suddenly ran over and said to the ticket inspector: "Friend, I bought the wrong ticket. When is the train to Shanghai?"
"Ten thirty." The ticket inspector replied casually.
"Oh, thank you." Zhang Wanteng said.
When passing by Zhou Hexuan, Zhang Wanteng suddenly bent over and coughed repeatedly. He put his right hand into his bag and took out his pistol, and used a newspaper to block the view of others. He suddenly stood up straight, pointed the gun at Zhou Hexuan through the newspaper, and pulled the trigger with all his strength.
At the moment of shooting, the crutch in Shen Zui's hand was raised high and hit the newspaper hard, and the muzzle of the gun tilted upward.
"boom!"
A bullet flew diagonally past Zhou Hexuan's head, only about 10 centimeters away from his scalp, and then hit the ceiling in the distance.
Before Zhang Wanteng could fire his second shot, Shen Zui and Zhu Guozhen had already pounced and pinned the gunman to the ground. Sun Yongzhen nervously guarded Zhou Hexuan, asking Zhou Hexuan to squat down quickly to prevent other assassins from firing.
"ah!"
Passengers at the ticket gate screamed and ran away, and the surrounding area instantly became empty.
The station police rushed over and saw the assassin being held down by two big men, with his face flushed and coughing: "Cough cough cough cough..."
This time it was really not an act. Zhang Wanteng really wanted to see the doctor again.
