My years of espionage

Chapter 321 We Didn't Invite You! (Ask for a monthly ticket at the end of the month)

Go back in time 10 minutes.

Dressed in a bunt, with two hairs on the right side of his face, and dressed as a gangster, Li Hao wobbled back to the car, opened the door, and got in the car.

"Brother Fan." He handed Cheng Qianfan the stinky tofu wrapped in kraft paper.

"Would you like to have a taste?" Cheng Qianfan asked Li Hao after inserting a piece of stinky tofu with a bamboo stick.

"I won't eat, I can't take it anymore." Li Hao waved his hand and said.

Li Hao, who was born as a little beggar, was grateful to have a bite to eat when he was hungry, so he would naturally eat anything.

However, now that life is better, Li Hao naturally has the ability and freedom to choose his taste, Cheng Qianfan will not talk about him, on the contrary he will only be happy.

but--

"Eat!" Cheng Qianfan handed over the bamboo stick.

"Hey." Li Hao agreed.

Although he couldn't stand the taste, but Brother Fan let him eat, Li Hao wouldn't hesitate at all, he immediately took a bite and ate it with big mouthfuls.

"Brother Fan, I remember you didn't eat stinky tofu before, you said you couldn't get used to the smell." Li Hao swallowed the stinky tofu, breathed in his palm, smelled it himself, and asked with a smile.

"Well, I didn't eat it before." Cheng Qianfan chewed stinky tofu, squinted his eyes, and looked like he was enjoying it, the oil of stinky tofu stained his beard.

……

He is now appearing as Xiao Mian——Mr. Xiao. In the top-secret filing cabinet of the Nanjing headquarters, there is a 'fake file' belonging to Mr. Xiao Mianxiao, the leader of the Shanghai Special Affairs Team:
Xiao Mian, a native of Liling County, Changsha Prefecture, Hunan Province, was born in the 26th year of Guangxu in the former Qing Dynasty. He was born in the army. Head of the Shanghai Special Intelligence Team of the Secret Service.

This is the background information that Cheng Qianfan set for himself after successive discussions with Yu Ping'an and Dai Chunfeng.

Now, only Dai Chunfeng, Qi Wu, and Yu Ping'an knew about Xiao Mian's file, and it was classified as top secret.

"Haozi, whatever your identity, you can do what you want." Cheng Qianfan took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth. He also wiped his beard very carefully, touched it, and then nodded in satisfaction.

"Although I eat stinky tofu, I seem to be informal." Cheng Qianfan pointed to the handkerchief in his hand and the violin case under his feet, "But after eating stinky tofu, I pay attention to hygiene, my clothes are tidy, and my beard is clean. Not a drop of oil gets on the violin case when I eat."

He looked at Li Hao, "Do you understand?"

"Understood!" Li Hao nodded emphatically, "If you want to play a person, you have to devote yourself wholeheartedly. Whether it's eating habits, living habits, or even some details, you must conform to this person's image and habits."

"It can be regarded as a two-pointer." Cheng Qianfan nodded.

What Haozi said was 'acting', Cheng Qianfan never acted, when he was in a certain role, he was that person:

In his life, he has never been acting, and there is no chance of reshoots. Life or death is as simple and straightforward as that.

……

Soon, there was a gunshot from Cherry Lane not far from Deswell Road.

Then several shots were fired.

Immediately, there was an explosion.

The bustling Deswell Road began to have a slight commotion when the gunshots sounded, but the crowd did not panic. Soon, the explosion sounded, and the crowd began to riot, with occasional screams.

However, because it did not happen on this street, the riots were within the controllable range.

Cheng Qianfan was very quiet. The Chicago typewriter was on his lap, and he stroked it lightly, just like petting a cat at home.

Distant gunshots, explosions.

into his ears.

It seemed to fascinate him.

Li Hao sat in the driver's seat, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the key. As long as Cheng Qianfan gave an order, he could turn on the ignition at any time.

"Start the car." Cheng Qianfan said suddenly.

"En." Li Hao started the car, and he was relieved when he heard the sound of the engine running normally.

His left hand subconsciously held the steering wheel, and his right hand lightly tapped the steering wheel. With his right hand stretched down, he could hold the Mauser pistol with the safety off.

……

Cheng Qianfan gently raised the curtain of the car to see the chaotic crowd on the street. Some people were hurrying to go home.

Some bold people poked their heads and looked in the direction of Cherry Lane, pointing. Some had worried faces, some had excited faces, and some were indifferent.

Snapped!
Cheng Qianfan's expression was serious.

He recognized the sound of an official rifle firing.

It was Liu Yuchu who fired.

This shows that the patrols of the public concession or the Japanese police and military police have passed, and it is Liu Yuchu who is blocking the enemy.

Cheng Qianfan was waiting. If he was hit by the official rifle and then fired continuously, it meant that Liu Yuchu was under great pressure to stop the enemy, so he needed to take action.

However, the Chinese official rifle only fired one shot, and there was no more shots.

Cheng Qianfan was thinking.

The possibility of Liu Yuchu's fall is extremely small. This person is a sharpshooter with a grenade on his body, and he is blocking the enemy from a long distance. It is impossible for the enemy to break through the blocking line and kill Liu Yuchu in such a short period of time.

This is because the enemy has been deterred and the situation is deadlocked.

Cheng Qianfan immediately came to a conclusion, and quickly judged that this was a police patrol of the International Settlement, and most likely the red-headed policeman who bullied the weak and feared the hard, was frightened by Liu Yuchu's first shot and dared not move.

It was the red-headed Assan who rushed ahead of the Japanese police and military police?

The corners of his mouth curled up, which was a good thing.

3 minute later.

The gunshots of official rifles rang out continuously.

At the same time there was the sound of gunfire from Southern Fourteen pistols.

Suddenly, Cheng Qianfan's expression changed, and he heard the sound of Japanese [-]-style rifles counterattacking.

"Work!" Cheng Qianfan said coldly.

He got out of the car straight away, propped up a black umbrella, his gun belt slung across, and one hand on the trigger of a Chicago typewriter.

The black umbrella covered this killing machine.

It also covers the faces of visitors.

"Sir, I'm sorry, we're going to close." The beautiful Mrs. Qingtian saw the customers striding forward with a black umbrella, bowed slightly and said.

"Hi, madam." Cheng Qianfan smiled, "Where is Mr. Qingtian?"

The beautiful Japanese woman turned her head and looked into the store, "Qing Tian-kun."

There were no customers in the clothing store, and Kazuo Qingtian was looking at the account book, when he heard his wife calling him, he subconsciously walked over.

"Mr. Qingtian." Cheng Qianfan smiled politely, "Sayonara!"

Umbrellas come down, belated customers hold Chicago typewriters in both hands, finger on the trigger.

A volley of bullets poured out, directly turning Kazuo Qingtian's abdomen into a hornet's nest.

Mrs. Qingtian was stunned, staring blankly at her husband who was beaten to death, and suddenly let out a frenzied scream, followed by a pattering sound and a smell of urine.

Cheng Qianfan glanced at the terrified woman, turned the gun around, and pulled the trigger.

Da Da Da Da!

At the same time as the woman fell, he picked up the umbrella on the ground, turned around, and walked quickly to the car.

Halfway there, he took out a German-made M4 grenade from his body, turned around slightly, pulled out the safety catch, and threw it directly into Qingtian Tailor Shop.

He himself quickly closed the umbrella, opened the door, and got into the car.

"go!"

Li Hao immediately started the car and rushed out with a roar.

Boom! (PS1)

In the huge explosion.

Cheng Qianfan leaned out the car window, and the Chicago typewriter flew into the air:

Da da da!
The entire 'Dongyang Street' was full of screams, cries, and shouts.

Sitting back in his seat, Cheng Qianfan quietly reloaded the Chicago typewriter.

Outside the car window is a house that was ignited by the explosion.

It was cries in Japanese, it was screams, and sirens.

The silent person took out the cigarette case silently, popped out a cigarette, flipped the lighter, lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled a puff of smoke. With the cigarette in his mouth, he gritted his teeth and moved his lips slightly. It seems to make a soft voice:
We didn't invite you here.

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