Knowing these inside stories, Wang Zhongzhong and Liu Yun discussed it all night and came up with more than a dozen plans, but in the end they were rejected by themselves.
Wang Qingzhi participated in and planned dozens of assassinations. He had never met an opponent like Fu Xiaoan. He almost locked himself in an iron room and had no special hobbies.
Money-grubbing and lustful people, such as Zhang Jiangsheng and Zhang Yibo, can easily find a breakthrough. But this Fu Xiaoan's life only has two points and one line. It is simple, boring and safe. A veteran agent like Wang Zhongzhong is definitely not willing to commit the crime.
Such a low-level mistake.
After pondering for a long time, Wang Zhongzhong said: "In my opinion, we might as well let Zhu Sheng do it himself. Only he can get close to Fu Xiao'an. Besides, Zhu Sheng's family has already arrived in Chongqing. If Fu Xiao'an finds out that his family is missing, he will definitely become suspicious.
"The nights are long and the dreams are many, you must explain this to him."
Liu Yun: "The only flaw in doing this is that Zhu Sheng is likely to die for his country. For an honest and honest old man like him, it is entirely possible to use family ties to kill Fu Xiao'an, but it is almost impossible for him to escape unscathed."
"Tell him the truth and let him choose his own route. We have no way out."
Wang Zhongzhong has made up his mind, and Liu Yun also thinks this is the best way.
The next morning, Zhu Sheng bought meat and vegetables for the Fu family, and then went to the noodle restaurant to buy noodles.
Liu Yun winked at his clerk Xiao Yu, then led Zhu Sheng to the back room and told him what his superiors meant.
Zhu Sheng was so surprised that he opened his mouth wide and was speechless for a long time. It turned out that the military commander did not want him to kill people with his own hands, but wanted to find out the rules and find a favorable opportunity to do it. Unexpectedly, after more than half a month, he found that this method did not work.
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"Sir, at my age, let alone killing people, my hands are shaking even when killing chickens."
Liu Yun's face sank and he said: "Uncle Zhu, think about it, is there a better way? Poison? It will be difficult for you to escape. Find an opportunity and kill the person named Fu directly."
"Let me think about it, wait, let me think about it." Zhu Sheng was so frightened that he sat down on the stool and murmured: "Fu Xiao'an has had a cold and cold in the past two days. Yesterday the Japanese military doctor gave him
I prescribed some medicine. Oh, by the way, because of the cold, he spent more time sleeping in bed, so why not"
After hearing Zhu Sheng's analysis, Liu Yun also thought it was an opportunity.
"If you succeed, just pretend to go out to buy groceries, and use the cough as a signal, and we will arrange personnel to pick you up. And our people must retreat as soon as possible."
"Okay, let's do it like this. I won't go home tonight, and I will stay in Fu's mansion. The reason is to serve Master Fu."
"OK!"
In early spring, it was still very cold in Shanghai. Fu Xiaoan occasionally felt cold, runny nose, cough, stuffy nose and fever.
After Zhu Sheng had dinner, he brought a bowl of ginger soup to Fu Xiaoan. Wu Gang, the bodyguard, saw this and asked with a smile: "Uncle Zhu, you haven't gone home tonight?"
Fu Xiao'an heard Zhu Sheng's voice and shouted in the back room: "Wu Gang, let Uncle Zhu come in."
When Zhu Sheng was young, he called Fu Xiao'an's father "Master". After Fu's father passed away many years ago, Fu Xiao'an also called "Master Fu" from "Master Fu". Zhu Sheng was like a loyal old dog raised by the Fu family. Even if
When he is old, his master is not willing to kill him and eat his meat.
"Master, let's have a bowl of ginger soup. If you have a cold, you should stay in bed and rest more."
Zhu Sheng respectfully brought the ginger soup to him and wanted to feed Fu Xiaoan, but he refused.
"Uncle Zhu, your family went back to the countryside of Wuxi to celebrate the New Year, haven't they come back yet?"
For many years, Zhu Sheng's family has returned to the countryside of Wuxi to celebrate the New Year. Zhu Sheng would stay and spend the New Year with Fu Xiao'an and his family. After all, such a large family, with dozens of people eating, would not be able to do without him as a servant.
"She should be back soon. It's been too cold these days. My old lady (meaning madam) has rheumatism and it's very inconvenient for her to move around. She probably wants to wait until the weather warms up before going out."
"Uncle Zhu, I'm really sorry for you. You have really worked hard for our Fu family."
"Master, please don't say anything polite. Without your care, our family would not know where to find food. Come on, drink the ginger soup. I will sleep here tonight and go to the vegetable market early tomorrow morning.
Buy some fresh vegetables and let everyone have a good Lantern Festival."
"Okay. You should also go to bed early. It's freezing cold, cough, cough, it's really uncomfortable!"
This is the weather where dripping water turns into ice. It’s almost the Lantern Festival, God has sent a new round of cold air, and it’s snowing again in the sky.
After Fu Xiao'an finished drinking the ginger soup made by Zhu Sheng, he felt a slight fever and sweating slightly. After a while, he fell into a deep sleep.
It was ginger soup with three sleeping pills in it. Zhu Sheng could guarantee that even if Fu Xiaoan slept until dawn, he might not wake up.
"Master Wu, it's freezing cold. Why don't you drink a bowl of ginger soup to drive away the cold?"
"Okay. Bring me a bowl. It's going to be really cold all night until dawn."
After drinking Zhu Sheng's "ginger soup", Wu Gang heard snoring coming from the room, and he felt sleepy. Although he was on duty, he fell asleep sitting on the stool.
At four or five o'clock in the morning, Zhu Sheng woke up. It was dimming outside. The Fu Mansion had already changed the bodyguards on duty for two rounds.
Zhu Sheng came to the second floor and saw that Wu Gang was already asleep. He was holding a bamboo basket in his hand as a cover, and there was a kitchen knife hidden under the bamboo basket.
Avoiding the sleeping Wu Gang, Zhu Sheng pushed the door open and entered. The morning light outside the window came in. When he saw Fu Xiao'an sleeping, he became nervous and swung his knife to chop!
One sword, two swords, three swords... Each of Zhu Sheng's swords struck Fu Xiao'an's neck. He didn't stop until he was sure that Fu Xiao'an's head had separated from his body.
Zhu Sheng went out carrying the vegetable basket. The bodyguard on duty saw him and greeted him warmly.
"Uncle Zhu, why did you go shopping so early today?"
"We are celebrating the Lantern Festival today. I want to buy more good food."
"Okay, thank you very much, Uncle Zhu."
When Zhu Sheng passed by the noodle shop, the lights were on. Liu Yun had already started making wontons and glutinous rice balls. At this time, he heard Zhu Sheng cough twice and knew that Zhu Sheng had succeeded, so he quickly ordered his waiter Xiao Yu to retreat together.
I don’t want this pasta restaurant anymore!
When it was getting dark, Wu Gang was woken up by servants of the Fu family.
"Master Wu, are you still awake?"
Wu Gang woke up from his sleep, drooling at the corner of his mouth, and said with an embarrassed smile: "I'm so sorry, I slept so hard."
Wu Gang opened the door and smelled the familiar smell of blood. When he walked in, he saw Fu Xiaoan with his head missing. The quilt was still well covered, but the blood had already solidified!
For a moment, the Fu family was in chaos. Immediately afterwards, Jun Tada, commander of the military police, also received a call. He personally brought a squadron of soldiers to the Fu mansion with murderous intent...
