Early summer, twenty-two years of the Republic of China.
The gunpowder smoke at Xifengkou at Gubeikou outside the city has not yet dissipated, but the bustling traffic of the past has long been restored in the city of Beiping. Ever since Tongzhi died, the old Beiping at the base of the imperial city has long been accustomed to the changing king's flag at the top of the city.
scene.
"When will this troubled times end?"
At the entrance of the Liuguo Hotel in Dongjiaomin Lane, an old man wearing a cardigan mandarin jacket and footwear was struggling to push a wheelbarrow to the side of the road. On the flat cart was a pile of
After the spring when the black briquettes were warm and then cold, the hotel no longer needed these briquettes for heating, and the old Beiping people who made a living by transporting briquettes would no longer have a way to make a living.
"When is the end? Let me tell you, there is no leader! Lafayette ran away, the foreign devils came, the foreign devils ran away, Marshal Yuan came, and as soon as Marshal Yuan left, Marshal Zhang led the braided army to Beijing. Beiyang has been waiting for twenty years.
I hope I can be steady for a few days, but now it’s better. The emperor has gone to Fengtian to continue being emperor, but the city of Beiping is about to become the world of the Japanese!"
In a black car nearby, a young man stuck out his head and joked nonchalantly.
"Alas!" The old man sighed, shook his head, and pushed the cart gradually away along the streets where people flowed. This street where bustling and shabby intertwined, where modern cars and ancient carts coexisted, was the famous Dongjiao Minxiang in Peiping.
Dongjiaomin Alley is called an alley, but it starts from Tiananmen in the west and ends at Chongwenmen in the east. The roads are wide and extend in all directions. It is the most prosperous and core area of Peking and is also the location of many foreign embassies. The locals call it Embassy Street.
The six-story Western-style building located in the center of Embassy Street is the largest star-rated hotel on Dongjiaomin Lane: Liuguo Hotel.
As its name suggests, the main customers of the Six Nations Hotel are ministers, officials and upper-class people from various countries. Of course, some military and political dignitaries who have stepped down often come here to take refuge.
There is no doubt that this is a place where wealthy businessmen and dignitaries gather.
At this time, just outside the corridor entrance on the third floor of the Liuguo Hotel, a middle-aged man with a mustache and pajamas came out yawning. He stirred the white tooth powder foam in his mouth and spoke in half-baked Mandarin.
Greeting the waiter standing at the stairs:
"Buy me a pack of "Deyilai", don't buy the wrong one!"
"Deyi Lai" is the name of an American cigar. When the waiter heard the order, he bowed attentively: "Mr. Huang, please wait a moment. It will be ready soon!"
After saying that, in the envious eyes of the other waiters, he ran downstairs in a hurry. Who didn't know that this boss Huang from Nanyang was generous? As long as he helped him with things, he would get a huge tip. This is comparable to
That’s enough to earn a few days’ salary from being a waiter!
Mr. Huang watched the waiter go down, and then staggered back to the door. Just as he was about to push the door in, he found that the door could not be pushed open at all. He grabbed the door handle and shook it vigorously a few times.
A voice with a strong Anhui accent came from the door:
"Who?!"
"Sorry, we went to the wrong place!"
Mr. Huang rubbed his chin in annoyance, and just as he was about to continue walking forward, he saw a head popping out of the two rooms next door at the same time, staring at him with alert eyes. Mr. Huang waved his hands and said:
"Sorry, I just woke up and went to the wrong place in a daze! Sorry, sorry!"
With that said, under the vigilant gaze of the two people, he handed over his hands and walked back to his room.
After entering the room, the lazy look on Mr. Huang's face immediately disappeared. He quickly walked to the window, opened the heavy floor-to-ceiling curtains, stretched out his left hand to block the dazzling sunlight, pinched it with three fingers of his right hand, and looked toward the building.
He made a "seven" gesture, and then, with a sudden pull of his hands, the curtain was pulled down from the roof.
Mr. Huang tore the curtain in half and twisted it into a knot with both hands. The curtain suddenly turned into a four-meter-long coarse cloth rope. He tied one end of the curtain to the railing of the window while looking down.
A car downstairs had already driven over from across the street and stopped at the entrance of the Six Nations Hotel.
At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps in the corridor, and Mr. Huang's face seemed a little nervous. He tilted his head and began to listen carefully.
In the corridor, a bald middle-aged man led a young man to room 307 quickly. The bald middle-aged man took out a key and quickly opened the door, while the young man jumped out.
Enter, what he holds in his hand is a brand new Browning!
Next to the sink in the room, a middle-aged man wearing a nightgown, holding a razor in his hand, and his face covered with white foam, turned his head in shock and saw the young man holding a gun. He was about to shout loudly.
The young man raised his gun and dropped it, only to hear three "bang bang bang" sounds. The middle-aged man was shot three times in the head and chest, and immediately fell into a pool of blood!
Hearing three gunshots, a relieved smile suddenly appeared on Mr. Huang's face. He pulled up the cloth and jumped down suddenly. The green curtains were floating outside the third floor window like a swing. Mr. Huang landed lightly in the hotel.
Next to the car at the door, he quickly got into the car, and immediately after, two more people jumped out of the window, it was the bald middle-aged man and the young man!
The two of them got into the back seat of the car, and the car that had already started started quickly disappeared around the corner with a whooshing sound, like an arrow leaving the string.
"Succeeded!"
The bald man sitting in the back row said proudly and glanced at the young man next to him with approval. Mr. Huang, sitting in the front row, also turned around and said to the young man with a smile:
"Xiao Liu, well done!"
"Zhang Jingyao died so easily, it was an advantage for him!" the young man named Liu said bitterly.
Mr. Huang and the bald man looked at each other and smiled, as if they saw the shadow of themselves when they were young. The bald man stopped laughing and said to Mr. Huang: "District Chief Zheng, if you have successfully completed the task this time, I'm afraid you will have to go abroad."
Bar!"
It turned out that the middle-aged man was not named Huang. His real identity was Zheng Jimin, the deputy director of the Secret Service of Fuxing Society and the director of the Peking Special Economic Zone. He came to Peiping this time on the commission of the director of the department, Dai Jiangshan, to assassinate the traitor Zhang Jingyao.
, and the bald man in the back row was none other than Wang Tianmu, who later became famous as the leader of the four great kings of the military.
Zheng Jimin heard Wang Tianmu's question, nodded with a smile, and said, "The principal's intention is to send me to study in Germany to learn the organizational structure and ideological concepts of the German Stormtroopers, so that I can better serve our revival society and spies.
However, once I leave, Brother Tianmu will have to worry more about matters in Peiping."
"Alas," Wang Tianmu suddenly sighed when talking about this matter, "Although we have more manpower now, we have fewer elite soldiers and generals. We don't know how many backbones we have lost in Beiping this year. Otherwise, this time
How can there be any need for us two old guys to take action personally?"
This task was neither too big nor too small, but in the end it was the deputy director of the Fuxing Society's Secret Service Office, Zheng Jimin, and the station director of Shanghai and Peking Station, Wang Tianmu, who personally took action.
It can be regarded as making a fuss out of a molehill.
"There is no way! After 128, the Japanese power in Shanghai expanded extremely, and many of our people were tied there. But now the Japanese are instigating North China's autonomy. Now we are fighting a wolf with a straw, and we are afraid of both sides.
!" Zheng Jimin's face also showed a somewhat gloomy look.
Although the Northeast Anti-Japanese Volunteer Army now involves most of the Japanese energy, the Japanese are so ambitious that they launched the January 28th Incident in Shanghai last year and successfully turned Shanghai into a neutral zone. Then they invaded and occupied Rehe in an attempt to achieve autonomy for North China.
The scene of the seizure of Northeast China on September 18th.
With two fronts, one south and one north, the manpower of the Secret Service is stretched thin. Although China does not lack people, there are very few top agents who are proficient in secret service and familiar with secret warfare.
"Didn't Hong Gong Temple train a lot of people last year? Why are there still such a shortage of people?" a young man named Liu in the back row suddenly interjected.
"How many people do you think can be trained in one training class?" Wang Tianmu glanced at the young man surnamed Liu, "Last year, 30 people were trained in the first phase, and only 27 graduated in the end. Most of these people were sent to
After traveling to Shanghai and Northeast China, how many of them can come to Peiping?"
"Don't worry, stationmaster, our brothers in Peiping can definitely handle it!" the young man surnamed Liu assured.
"Don't worry, after all, I brought it out single-handedly, it's just someone else..." Wang Tianmu shook his head.
The car was speeding along, but there was an awkward silence in the carriage. The seriousness of the situation made the short-term victory in front of us seem so insignificant.
"By the way, when can that person come out?"
After a long time, Wang Tianmu suddenly asked.
"That person!" Zheng Jimin looked out the window and sighed.
"Which man? Where is he?"
Xiao Liu next to him listened to the enigmatic conversation between the two officers and couldn't help but ask.
"prison."
Wang Tianmu shook his head, the car had already driven out of Dongjiaomin Lane...