Lost and Spy

Chapter 406 Unpredictable
The terrain of the place where Wan Sibai lived was too complicated.

Yuyuan Road was originally a place where fish and snakes mixed together in the Shanghai International Settlement.

Three teachings and nine streams, traffickers and pawns all gather here.

And the most critical question is:

There is too much traffic.

The killer hides in it and is hard to find.

But for the killer, it is too easy to keep track of the target.

Not to mention that patrolling cannot be used temporarily, even if patrolling is really used, there is still a huge danger.

And where Wan Sibai lives, there is only one exit.

The killer only needs to block it from the front, what should I do?
Meng Shaoyuan had a headache.

Create confusion?Pretending to be Wan Sibai?
In doing so, the probability of success is too low.

"I saw at least five or six spies." Through the window glass, Zhu Yanni observed very carefully.

If you observe carefully, the spies are all traceable.

For example, the noodle vendor at the stall didn't pay attention to the customers at all, but kept looking at Wan Sibai's residence.

There is also the man next to him wearing sunglasses pretending to be a blind man playing the erhu, and he is basically sure to be a slim boss.

Because the noodle seller would look at the "blind man" from time to time, this is the subordinate observing the superior's reaction there, and whether there are any new instructions.

As for the blind?

The most famous blind man playing the erhu is probably the blind man A Bing from Wuxi.

To beg for this kind of life, when pulling, the head and body will shake rhythmically with the erhu, but this "blind man" is not.

His head was frozen and stiff.

It was nothing more than using the cover of his own sunglasses to swagger there and watch the other side.

"Master Meng." Zhu Yanni turned her head, "I said, what are you doing dressed up like this today?"

Today's Meng Shaoyuan is wearing a silk dress, cloth trousers with cuffs, and the most important thing is that he wears a pair of nondescript leather shoes.

What's even more troublesome is that he wears three big gold rings on each of his left and right hands.

This way... looks like a hooligan.

Meng Shaoyuan didn't explain, and slowly took out a pair of small round sunglasses from his pocket, and put them on: "Come on, I'll treat you to noodles. The third aunt..."

"Snapped!"

"Zhu Yanni, why did you hit me on the head! You rebelled!"

……

Zhu Yanni, who was wearing a deep red cheongsam and big red high-heeled shoes, came to the noodle stall holding Meng Shaoyuan's hand.

"Two bowls of noodles with eggs."

Meng Shaoyuan swaggered and sat down.

"Ouch." At this time, even the tone of Zhu Yanni's speech was exactly the same as those fashionable women in Shanghai: "Young Master Qin, please take a look, please take a look, it's a dirty place, a little unhygienic... ..."

"Ouch."

Meng Shaoyuan is also yin and yang: "Is it hygienic? Is it hygienic when Le'huichuntang' was used as a sign? Now I am my third wife, and I will introduce hygiene."

"Oh, Mr. Qin, why are you doing this?"

Meng Shaoyuan, you are finished!
Zhu Yanni swears that Meng Shaoyuan will die as soon as he returns!
When Meng Shaoyuan spoke, he acted like no one was around, with a loud voice, and the people around him could hear him clearly.

But looking at the appearance of this "Mr. Qin", he is probably a hooligan.

Anyone can be messed with, but hooligans can't be messed with.

The noodle seller brought two bowls of noodles with eggs, and put them in front of Meng Shaoyuan and Zhu Yanni with smiling faces: "Boss, your noodles."

Not to mention, he speaks Chinese very fluently.

Meng Shaoyuan took a bite before putting down his chopsticks: "Come here, noodle seller."

"Boss, what's the matter, what's the matter?" The noodle seller hurried over.

"You bastard, what kind of noodles are you making!"

Meng Shaoyuan raised his hand, and a bowl of noodle soup was splashed on his face...

……

The phone rang.

Wan Sibai answered the phone: "Who?"

"Military commander, responsible for covering your retreat...Listen, prepare to evacuate in three or ten minutes."

"What? So fast?"

"Don't ask, take your wife and children to go out in 10 minutes. After 5 minutes, the guy from the foreign clothing store will bring you clothes. Let your servant take the clothes. The retreat plan is in the left pocket."

"I……"

"I said, don't ask, our director will take you back personally."

"understood."

……

"You bastard, what kind of noodles are you making!"

Meng Shaoyuan raised his hand, and a bowl of noodle soup was directly splashed on the face of the selling noodles.

The bowl of noodles had just been served, but it was still hot, and the noodle seller screamed while covering his face.

Several Japanese spies nearby looked towards the blind man, but the blind man shook his head calmly.

It took a long time for the noodle seller to let go of his hand, half of his face was red.

Meng Shaoyuan sneered, took out a dagger and stabbed hard at the table: "Do you know why Lennon has to suffer so much?"

"IDK."

The seller of noodles is full of anger.

If it wasn't for the special mission, this guy would have been killed long ago!
……

The blind man suddenly saw a rickshaw stop at Wan Sibai's door, and a man dressed as a clerk got out of the rickshaw.The blind man immediately turned to God.

The clerk rang the doorbell, the servant came out, the clerk handed over the packed clothes to the servant, then the door closed again, the clerk got into the rickshaw and left.

No problems at all.

The blind man then turned his attention to the noodle shop...

……

"Do you know why you have to suffer so much?" Meng Shaoyuan sneered, "Do you know who I am?"

"IDK."

"Long knives, short knives, quick guns, goshawks, cheetahs, black tigers, iron fists and bronze palms, flying legs, teapot accountant, a golden ax shocking Shanghai, the thirteen Taibao are the most heroic!" Meng Shaoyuan patted his chest: "Allah is Qin from the Thirteen Taibao Son!"

Come on, rogue!

The noodle seller quickly nodded and bowed his waist: "It's because I have blind eyes, it's because I have blind eyes."

"Listen, this place is covered by Boss Ji." Meng Shaoyuan found it quite amusing to be a hooligan, especially with Ji Yunqing's name:
"If you set up a stall here, you have to pay Boss Ji the protection fee! Have you paid the protection fee!"

"No, no, I'll give it now, I'll give it here."

Hooligans extorting protection fees, this is a very normal thing in Shanghai, and the noodle seller can only admit that he is unlucky, so he quickly took out a few dollars and handed it to Meng Shaoyuan with a smile on his face.

"This will be the number every week from now on." Meng Shaoyuan collected the money: "Be smart, who will mess up the name of the boss of the season report."

"Okay, okay."

"Young Master Qin, Young Master Qin."

At this moment, a man in black shorts ran up to Meng Shaoyuan and whispered something in his ear.

"Are you sure you're here?"

Meng Shaoyuan asked without hesitation.

"OK, sure." The black bunt pointed to the opposite side: "Look, it's out."

……

The door of Wan Sibai's house opened.

Wan Sibai, his wife and children came out with a briefcase in their hands, and it looked like they were going out for dinner.

Suddenly, an accident happened.

"Young Master Qin" pulled out his gun fiercely, and shouted:
"Van Sibai!"

"Bang bang bang"!
The gun in his hand went off.

Wan Sibai fell headlong to the ground.

Blood slowly flowed out from under his body.

(End of this chapter)