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Chapter 241: Shanghai Storm (I) Shanghai's Stormy Times

Shanghai Sihai Hotel.

Bi Zhongliang, director of Operations Department No. 76, stopped a slightly plump man who was about to leave.

He said anxiously, "Director Li, we finally set up this trap to lure out the mole hiding inside Unit 76 and those rats from the Military Control Commission."

"If you give up now, all your efforts will be wasted!"

Li Lixing, director of No. 76, sighed, "The Japanese have instructed us to do our utmost to ensure security and guard against foreign enemies from now on."

"We all have to follow their lead."

"But what is worse than..." Bi Zhongliang wanted to explain.

Li Lixing stopped Bi Zhongliang's persuasion: "Okay, Director Bi."

"But this is what the Japanese meant." Li Lixing looked into Bi Zhongliang's eyes and spoke word by word.

"I understand." Bi Zhongliang lowered his head reluctantly.

Then, he could only follow Li Lixing out of the hotel.

His wolf-like eyes scanned the hotel lobby and the people passing by.

He understood that among these people there must be people from the Military Control Commission and the Special Operations Group.

He looked at the entourage No. 76 behind him.

No one looked strange, as if they were all listening to his next instructions.

Including the mole!

"Let's all retreat. What are you looking at?" Bi Zhongliang cursed angrily.

Then, he followed Li Lixing downstairs.

——Wang Shian, this idiot who harms others and himself, didn’t even know that he was being plotted against!
Mingtai's face turned ugly when he saw this scene, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

He was currently sitting on the second floor of the Sihai Hotel, accompanied by a beautiful girl.

"Isn't this Bi--" A hint of surprise flashed in Yu Manli's eyes.

Then she applied lipstick in front of the small makeup mirror.

In fact, he was using the reflection of the mirror to observe Li Lixing, the director of No. 76, who was hurriedly coming down from upstairs.

"Shall we do it?" She put away the makeup mirror as if nothing had happened, reached into her small bag and took out the pocket Browning.

"No." Mingtai's face was grim. After they came out, he saw at least five secret sentries moving unusually in an instant.

In addition, Bi Zhongliang suddenly appeared next to Li Lixing, and he had already guessed that this was just a trap.

Although Li Lixing has great ambitions but little talent, Bi Zhongliang, his subordinate, is a tough jackal.

The leaked information this time seems to be a trap set for their Military Control Commission.

He wanted to use the big fish, Director No. 76, to eliminate the influence of the Military Control Commission in Shanghai.

As expected, that idiot Wang Shian was fooled. He hurriedly arranged for them to carry out the assassination and even dispatched a large number of hidden agents.

If they had acted rashly just now, they would probably have been wiped out by now.

Although many analyses flashed through Mingtai's mind, he remained calm on the surface and looked into Bi Zhongliang's hungry eyes.

Didn't show anything unusual.

Mingtai picked up a cup of coffee and watched car No. 76 hurriedly drive to the Hongkou Military Police Headquarters.

"If the brothers in the action team were not blind, they would have retreated directly," he analyzed.

"Bi Zhongliang was able to ruin such a big game.

"It seems something is happening over there with the Japanese."

Yu Manli's pretty face turned cold in an instant. Even if she was slow-witted, she understood what was going on after seeing this scene.

"Mingtai, what should we do?"

"What should I do?" Mingtian thought: "Follow him."

"With so many people going back, the Japanese must have made some moves to replace them with unfamiliar faces."

"Maybe there's a big fish waiting for us."

After saying that, Mingtai slapped a US dollar on the table and took Yu Manli away in a cool manner.

He didn't notice that a tall man behind him was staring in the direction he left, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Chen Shen, what are you looking at?" Fang Jiashu, deputy director of the Intelligence Department, patted him on the shoulder.

"I didn't expect that Lao Bi called us all out just to put on such a show that started well but ended badly." Fang Jiashu said with a smile.

He lit a cigarette and handed it to Chen Shen.

"Camel, an American cigarette, has a strong smell. I'm not used to it. Would you like to try it?"

"Why is Lao Bi in such a hurry to send everyone back here? What's going on?"

"Did something happen with the Japanese?" Fang Jiashu looked at Chen Shen's glasses.

Chen Shen took the cigarette naturally, held it between his fingers and did not smoke it.

He responded casually: "I don't know, he didn't tell me, and he didn't invite me."

"Forget it, forget it. Director Fang, we're off work so early today, why don't we go to the Paramount for a drink together?"

Although Chen Shen appears to be a playboy and doesn't care about anything, there are already huge waves in his heart.

I was almost exposed just now.

If Bi Zhongliang hadn't known what had happened, he would have suddenly terminated the operation.

Then the false information passed from him would inevitably catch all the brothers of the Special Operations Group.

By then, not only would he be doomed, but even the Shanghai underground party organization might suffer heavy losses.

"Goodbye, goodbye. My wife from the countryside just came to Shanghai, and I don't want to go home and be nagged by her."

Although Fang Jiashu looked disgusted, his heart was beating wildly.

That's also scary.

Bi Zhongliang actually set up a trap with No. 76's boss Li Lixing and almost tested him out.

What a risk, what a risk.

He tried to get close to Chen Shen just to see if this close friend of Bi Zhongliang had any information on why they had terminated the plan.

Bi Zhongliang, what on earth do you want to do!
Chen Shen turned around and looked at him with a smile: "Director Fang, do you also have a wife from the countryside?"

Generally, this kind of character setting is the rhetoric of the Yan'an Special Operations Group.

Seeing Chen Shen's scrutinizing eyes, Fang Jiashu's heart skipped a beat. He waved his hand and said, "My wife is my wife."

After saying that, he put on his coat and walked out of the hotel.

"Captain Chen, let's make an appointment next time, next time."

Chen Shen sighed and decided that he had to find out what had happened as soon as possible.

He always felt that there was something weird about this matter.
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Shanghai, Sichuan North Road, at a street tavern.

For some unknown reason, a large number of Japanese officers have entered Shanghai in recent days. Just now, many senior spies from No. 76 also rushed over, and the cars parked at the entrance are full.

As a result, the wonton shop located in front of the Hongkou Military Police Headquarters was very deserted, with only the owner and two tables of customers left.

Two outsiders wearing coarse linen clothes and with mud on their shoes were sitting at a table in a corner, drinking wine in big gulps like cows.

A young man with a mole the size of a bean on his chin.

His originally handsome appearance was changed into a ferocious and ugly one by this mole.

Coupled with those pretty drooping eyes, people dare not look at her.

He seemed to be drunk and said carelessly, "Uncle San, you said that the goods should have been shipped to the Hongkou Military Police Headquarters, right?"

"Shut up, there are ears on the other side of the wall!" The older man glanced at him, touched his bald head, and started drinking by himself.

When the young man heard this, he tilted his mouth and muttered dissatisfiedly: "It's already this time, what are you afraid of!"

The older bald man put down his wine bowl, gave him a gloomy look, and whispered, "Hush, that's Zhang Dafoye's stuff!"

"Bullshit Zhang Dafo!" the mole-faced man spat in disdain. "He can control Changsha, and how can he control Shanghai?!"

"The Japanese have already reached the outskirts of Changsha. I wonder how many good days he has left!"

The sound became louder and louder, seeming to attract the attention of people around.

"Shut up!" the older man shouted. Although his voice was not loud, it sobered the mole-faced man up a lot. He immediately lowered his head in fear.

"Uncle, I'm sorry. I drank too much." He smiled somewhat resentfully.

The older man glanced at him, peeled a peanut and stuffed it into his mouth, saying darkly, "Don't think you can't know your place just because you've learned a few skills."

"Master Zhang, Zhang Qishan's abilities are so great that even a hundred of you wouldn't be able to match his abilities."

The mole-faced man was a little dissatisfied when he heard this, but he couldn't say anything in rebuttal due to the older man's authority.

"Look at you, you can't say anything bad."

"How can you accomplish anything big with such a small mind?"

The older man poured him some wine and said, "Your father treated me well. Back then, when I was digging graves, my hands and feet were broken and I was left stranded on the streets. I was on the verge of starvation, but it was your father who healed me and gave me something to eat."

"For the next ten years, he took me to Manchuria to help the Japanese move mountains and remove debris, and to collect some burial artifacts to make a living."

"I got into this industry thanks to his hands-on teaching."

"It's a pity that the area outside the Great Wall is the birthplace of the Manchu masters, and there are only a few ancient tombs there."

"Then Hamada Kosaku dug up several Goguryeo tombs and treated them as treasures."

"Later, Hamada Kosaku somehow heard that there was a Yunding Palace in Changbai Mountain." At this point, the older man shook his head and sighed.

"What a joke! I've been climbing Black Mountain and walking through the pine forest since I was a child. How could I not know what's there?"

"The Japanese were also obsessed with finding the Cloud Top Palace. Your father had no choice but to take a large group of brothers and go into the mountains."

"After that, there was no news at all."

The older man touched his bald head and sighed, "I should have gone with him, but he kept me here, so I saved my life."

"Inside and out, I owe him at least two lives."

"But the Japanese said my father was killed by the Anti-Japanese United Army." A ferocious look flashed across the young man's face: "Those rabbits who only know how to hide in the mountains and forests, don't let them fall into my hands!"

Snapped!
The older man took out his pipe and hit the mole man on the head.

"stupid!"

"That's the Japanese trying to trick people like you into working so wholeheartedly for them!"

"Why did the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces run to the border with North Korea instead of heading north to the Soviet Union?"

"Only the Japanese would believe that a palace could be built there." "Humans don't have that ability, only immortals can." The older man shook his head and suddenly thought of the group of Japanese who had just died in the underground palace in Shaanxi a few days ago.

These Japanese are just superstitious and are risking their lives in treasure hunting.

But I am lucky, disasters always come one step slower than me.

The same is true when going to the Yunding Palace or the Jiutian Mountain Underground Palace.

I heard that as soon as he left that day, the killer Yan Shuangying arrived.

There were more than a hundred Japanese soldiers, but not a single one came out.

"The reason why I can live to this age and still be safe and sound is just two words: caution!" He knocked the young man's head again.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't look at what you shouldn't look at, don't go where you shouldn't go, don't stay where you shouldn't stay!"

The mole-faced man touched his red head, skillfully stuffed tobacco into the older man's cigarette, and then lit it.

The older man took a sip and showed a satisfied expression.

"So, I'm telling you these things only for your own good."

"These are turbulent times, and no one can predict what the future will hold."

"Think of the Xiangling sect leader, Chen Yulou, who was born with night vision. He has thousands of Xiangling warriors under his command, and they also have the ability to 'see mud marks, recognize grass colors, and find hidden treasures.'"

"He was famous in the South for several years, but he still crossed the line and left his life in Shaanxi!" He couldn't help but laugh when he thought of Chen Yulou's miserable appearance.

"It's just that I was careless and got involved with the unfortunate Banshan sect."

The older man patted the mole-faced man on the shoulder and said earnestly, "So, don't be so foolish as to blindly work for the Japanese."

"They're just treating us like dogs!"

"You have to leave yourself a way out, understand!"

The man with the mole was a little disapproving. He curled his lips but did not refute. Instead, he asked another question.

"Fourth Uncle, tell me, why did Zhang Qishan specifically ask for this batch of goods?"

"Who knows!" The older man picked his teeth with his little finger, then swallowed a mouthful of tea, rinsed his mouth and swallowed it.

Then he thought for a moment and said, "This thing is worth a lot of money."

"Maybe it really has something to do with that dragon vein."

"Maybe he wanted to save his beautiful wife." The older man said nonsense.

"Is Zhang Qishan still a romantic?" The man with the mole smiled strangely.

"I heard that he and that famous actor Er Yuehong are having an affair."

"You're getting excited just because I told you you have a big mouth!" The older man put down the tea bowl heavily, scaring the mole-faced man.

The mole man lowered his head and muttered, "I didn't say that. It was Song San and the others who said that. I've never been to Changsha."

"Ah." The older man sighed. "Ever since the fall of the imperial court, the country has been divided into north and south. In the south there are the Revolutionary Party, and in the north there are the Beiyang Army."

"Now, even the tomb robbers are divided into two factions, the southern and northern factions. The Old Nine Gates in the south are well-known and actually have a way to clean up their crimes and get out of trouble."

"And we in the north are a mess!"

"We have many large tombs in the north, but we still can't defeat these southerners."

Hearing this, the mole-faced man curled his lips and whispered, "What use can they have? We've already intercepted the artifacts."

"And the tomb is in an area controlled by the Japanese. I heard from Brother Feng and the others that the Japanese plan to continue digging."

"I'm afraid these people from the south will never be able to defeat us in their lifetime."

Hearing this, the older man who was leisurely smoking his pipe suddenly stopped and asked, "Are you talking about Feng Lao Er, the man who robbed a large tomb some time ago?"

"Haven't the Japanese given up yet? Over fifty people have died in that fight!"

The mole-faced man said proudly, "That's right! I heard they mobilized a brigade there."

"Then we gathered a group of extraordinary people from the local area and prepared for a big move!"

"Tsk, there's something fishy about this." The older man showed a strange expression.

"Fourth uncle, why do you say that?" the man with the mole asked curiously.

The older man said meaningfully, "This is the Wang family's wicked plan to kill two birds with one stone."

"You know, those people from the Taoist sect have gone crazy recently."

"Longhu Mountain, Wudang Mountain, Maoshan, the descendants have come down the mountain one after another."

"What are you looking for? Isn't it just that artifact?"

The mole man didn't quite understand: "It's just a funerary object. How can it be used to cultivate immortality? What does it have to do with those Taoist sects?"

"Uncle San, have you opened it and taken a look?"

"Shut up!" The older man was startled and shouted quickly.

He glanced around nervously: "You don't want to live!"

"Of course I didn't open it. Your uncle has lived to this age by his own strength. He just doesn't know what he shouldn't know!"

"If what you just said gets to the ears of the Japanese or those strange people, will we still be able to leave Shanghai alive?"

The mole-faced man nodded in understanding and was about to say something.

The older man seemed to realize something, glanced around, and shook his head slightly at the mole-faced man.

"Let's go back and talk!"

"It's good to go back. Then I can see Director Wang again." The mole man showed a lewd smile.

"That Director Wang Manchun, wow, this paragraph is so much more brilliant than the one from the woman in Datong!"

Snapped!
The older man slapped him on the back of the head.

"Watch your eyes!" the older man spat unhappily.

"That's from the Wang family, cruel and ruthless, a poisonous spider!"

The mole man didn't take it seriously and put on his book bag: "To die under the peony flowers, even as a ghost, I will be romantic."

"You idiot!"

"No matter how beautiful she is, she is still the deputy director of the intelligence department of No. 76!"

"No. 76 is nothing. I heard that 76% of No. are Dai Li's men in Nanjing, and % are from Yan'an. They've been infiltrated like a sieve!"

"I heard that Fang Jiashu, Su Yalu, Chen Shen, and Tang Shanhai are all not clean!" The mole man was beaming with joy, drooling.

"How can you say such a thing!" the older man sighed.

This brainless nephew of mine only hears things from others and always likes to add fuel to the fire.

I thought that since I had been with the Japanese for so long, I was half Japanese.

Some of them even became unscrupulous and started to comment on the Eagle Claws of No. 76.

According to what he said, 76 has been infiltrated from small minions to everywhere, so the Special High Technology Bureau should have shot them down long ago.

All he could say was: "Don't think that just because you've been coaxed by the Japanese, you won't know your last name!"

"You and I are always outsiders!"

"Be polite to people with guns!"

After saying that, the two of them immediately stood up and walked towards No. 76.

The waiter who had been dozing off behind the two men immediately stood up, and the shop owner also stopped what he was doing.

The two looked at each other.

"Follow me?" The young and dull man dressed as a waiter showed a sinister expression.

Judging from his appearance, he not only wanted to catch up, but also wanted to kill them and eat them as a snack.

"Old Ghost He has a very sharp nose. He's already spotted us." The man disguised as the shop owner pulled out his beard and said, "Let's go back and reunite and discuss this later!"

"Xie Jiu, you are not the Second Master, you are not qualified to command me." The young man chuckled, flashed the cold light of the sharp weapon in his hand, and was about to follow.

"Chenpi! This is a matter of life and death. It's okay if you and I die, but if we can't get that thing back, we will be guilty of a thousand deaths!" Master Xie Jiu was a little helpless.

"Don't forget, the Second Master is still waiting for our news at the Shanghai Hotel!"

Although Chenpi is a skilled fighter, he is cruel and ruthless, has no sense of the overall situation, and almost caused many accidents along the way.

He had heard that Chen Pi had killed three people because of a disagreement. He was indeed cruel and ruthless, and regarded human life as worthless.

If the Buddha had not mobilized almost all the power of the Nine Gates this time, Xie Jiu would not have wanted to act with such a madman.

Fortunately, Erye was there to keep an eye on me all the way, otherwise who knows what kind of trouble would have happened.

Chenpi paused and retracted the Nine-clawed Knife in dissatisfaction.

He didn't understand what Xie Jiu meant by "I would never give up".

But the Second Master is still around, and he can't let the Second Master look down on him.

After the two men left, the last table of guests hung down the tavern's open awning and closed the wooden board at the door.

"I really don't know where these brothers are from. They can't even finish the job." Mingtai, who was disguised as a student, sighed.

"Mingtai, tell me, is Fang Jiashu really one of ours?" Yu Manli naturally hugged his arm.

"If Fang Jiashu is our man, then Gu Shenyan must be from Yan'an!" Mingtai responded unhappily.

"This guy, who looks like Wang Shian with a greasy face at first glance, do you think he looks like him?"

"Judging people by appearance, I think Fang Jiashu is quite handsome." Yu Manli smiled at him playfully. "Besides, isn't Director Gu quite kind?"

Gu Shenyan was the director of the archives department of the Military Control Commission's Shanghai Station and one of the few people who actually knew their identities.

But Mingtai couldn't help but be wary of Gu Shenyan. Behind his smiling and harmless expression was an unfathomable abyss.

He is definitely an old fox, even more like an old fox than his own elder brother!
When Mingtai saw Minggang from No. 76 walking over, he immediately touched Yu Manli's head with a doting look on his face, pretending to be a young couple.

Yu Manli also cooperated and leaned on Mingtai's arm.

Sure enough, seeing this intimate look, the sentry turned his head away, subconsciously not wanting to look at them.

"How could there be so many lurkers? If that were the case, why would the Chairman have run to Chongqing?" He muttered in a low voice, but his eyes were very solemn.

Now that the Japanese army is unstoppable, these pretenders are having a hard time too.

In particular, Wang Shi'an, the chief of the Military Control Commission's Shanghai Station, was extremely incompetent, and these imposters could only passively take the beating.

But lately, things have been getting weirder.

Whether it was the information he got from his elder brother or the intelligence he got from the Military Control Commission.

Including the information he had just heard.

All the circumstances indicate that the Japanese have seized a treasure from Shaanxi!
And more forces have already set their sights on Shanghai!
(End of this chapter)