Liu Dacheng asked: "Stationmaster Wang, how many operational personnel do you have now?"
Wang Zhongzhong felt very sudden and asked: "What do you want to do?"
"I want to do something big."
Liu Dacheng smiled mysteriously, which made Wang Qingzhi a little confused. When he understood the whole story, he realized that Liu Dacheng was hitting his little Jiujiu.
"Robbing opium dens is not within the scope of our work. I cannot approve your plan."
"I'm short of money. You don't give me money. How do you expect me to start my work?"
Wang Zhongzhi was defeated by an army, and he was speechless. Liu Dacheng was right. The funds provided by Chongqing for activities were pitiful, and he was unable to do anything.
Liu Dacheng was short of money, so why shouldn't he be the king?
After hesitating for a long time, Wang Zhongzhong said: "You can make money with this plan, but the risk is very high. If the bureau chief finds out that I am making money privately, my webmaster will be in trouble."
"In this way, I will let Liu Yun do it alone. His operational ability is the strongest at the Shanghai Military Command Station at present. He has experienced many battles alone."
"When to act?"
"Scout the terrain during the day tomorrow and take action tomorrow night. You must stay at No. 76, preferably with an alibi. Otherwise, if we move the Wanfu Smokehouse, Li Shiqun will doubt you."
"clear."
...
It's a dark, windy night, and it's the right time to kill someone.
Huang Yan had a hurried dinner in the cafeteria and then returned to the office to work overtime. The end of each month was her busy time. Arresting people, seizing weapons, persuading people to surrender, collecting funds, etc. all required filling out monthly reports and submitting them to No. 76
The Japanese host reports.
Liu Dacheng bought two bowls of steaming wontons from outside and brought them directly to the secretary's office. When Huang Yan saw them, she was extremely happy.
The little girl pouted and said, "I thought you would ignore me when you arrived at the operation."
Liu Dacheng pointed at the wontons and said with a smile: "This is for you as a midnight snack. The night is long, you have to work overtime, don't starve yourself."
"Thank you, Brother Cheng."
"Girl, I'm going out for a while in the evening. If anything happens, I'll work overtime at your place. Do you understand?"
"you?"
"Shhh, let me help you fill out some forms."
Without saying a word, Liu Dacheng helped Huang Yan with official duties. This lasted for two hours, and he did not leave until 9:30 in the night.
...
Late night. Wanfu Smoke House.
Wearing night clothes, Liu Dacheng looked like a gecko, attached to a big tree near the opium den.
This tree is about the width of two people's arms and has lush branches and leaves. Liu Dacheng hides among the dense branches and leaves, and can observe every move of the people at Wanfu Cigarette Shop with a telescope.
As expected, Wanfu Cigarette Shop is heavily guarded. A dozen armed men have their swords unsheathed and their guns loaded, and they are constantly walking back and forth.
midnight.
A black shadow ran up the roof of Wanfu Smoke House. Liu Dacheng saw it clearly through the telescope. This person was Liu Yun, a master under Wang Zhongzhong.
Liu Yun was also dressed in night clothes, wearing a face mask and gloves, carrying an empty cloth bag on his back, and holding a dagger with a cold light in his hand. He did not realize at all that there was a pair of eyes staring at the tree in the distance.
Hold yourself.
Liu Dacheng was holding a modified sniper pistol. This pistol was equipped with a silencer. It now has two functions, one is to protect Liu Yun, and the other is to hijack Liu Yun.
There is only one purpose, he needs money!
As for Liu Yun, after several twists and turns, he avoided three sentries and finally sneaked into the third floor of Wanfu Cigarette House. This is the accounting room of the opium house and the small treasury of Li Shiqun and his gang.
The Wanfu Cigarette Shop was full of smoke and smoke. Every single room was filled with drug addicts. In the accounting room on the third floor, Butler Counted money until his hands cramped. The opium shop's daily turnover was 30,000 French currency. Every other week, Li Shiqun's
The die-hard brother Wu Shibao will drive himself to withdraw money.
Tonight is Saturday. In other words, there are nearly 200,000 French currency in cash stored in the safe in the accounting room.
The door is locked.
At this time, there was a knock on the door. Butler Chai asked alertly: "Who?"
"I, Si Bao."
Wu Sibao is here? Today is not the time to withdraw money. However, intimidated by Wu Sibao's reputation, Butler Chai opened the door. An afterimage passed in front of his eyes. Before Chai Butler's mouth could open, his vision went dark.
No one knows anymore.
After a while, Liu Dacheng saw the black shadow running up the roof beam, jumping up and down like a nimble civet cat, and soon it would leave Liu Dacheng's sight.
Liu Dacheng couldn't help but secretly admire Liu Yun's ability to succeed from the Wanfu Opium House with hundreds of armed personnel. His skill and courage were first-class. He saw the last chance and suddenly threw a dart, stabbing Liu Yun's body somewhere.
an acupuncture point.
Liu Yun felt a bug bite on his back and fell to the ground after walking a few steps.
...
Carrying 200,000 French currency in cash, Liu Dacheng jumped up and down, passing by the rolling roofs. It took about half an hour to arrive at Deng Fei's residence.
Deng Fei was already asleep. The sound of someone knocking on the window lattice woke him up from his dream. He turned on the light and saw the shadow hiding in the window lattice quickly disappearing.
This time he said nothing, but quietly opened the window and found a cloth bag on the windowsill.
The bag was very heavy. When he opened it, Deng Fei's heart almost jumped out of his chest!
He was completely sleepless and quickly counted the cash in the bag, which was 213,300 French currency!
The money was like rain after a long drought. Deng Fei could not control his excitement. Strangely, the person who gave the money did not leave a single word.
...Wei Qiang was also stunned by the cash in front of him. With this much money, he could buy a lot of guns and ammunition, medicines and food, as well as cotton-padded clothes and trousers for the soldiers to keep out the cold.
Who sent the money?
Two old party members with rich experience in underground work felt that their brains were not enough. They could not turn around!
Deng Fei was so happy that he couldn't express his feelings. Nowadays, no underground party member under his control has the ability to get so much money. And the person who gave the money didn't even leave a word. He didn't even say a word.
I don’t know who to say “thank you” to.
Liu Dacheng returned to the secretary's office, but Huang Yan was still working overtime.
Huang Yan asked maliciously: "Is your work done?"
"I've been eating bad things in the past two days and I always have a stomachache."
Liu Dacheng picked up the still warm wontons and asked, "Is this what you left for me?"
"Of course. I expect you will come back for a late-night snack. Otherwise, I would have finished eating long ago."
"Thank you for your mercy. I am indeed a little hungry."
Just after finishing the wontons, the phone in the secretary's office suddenly rang. Huang Yan picked up the phone and quickly handed it to Liu Dacheng.
Mei Niu yelled on the phone: "Liu Dacheng, why did you go to the secretary's office? Are you still nostalgic for your previous job? Something big happened, did you know?!"
