Arsenal Military Academy

A car stopped in front of the Tianhua Hotel. Ji Jin got off from the driver's seat and graciously opened the door of the back seat.

Gu Yanframe leaned on a civilized stick and got out of the car at a steady pace. She was wearing an old-fashioned suit, round-framed sunglasses, a gray round hat on her head, and a fake beard sticking to her mouth. He was dressed like a person of nearly forty years old, even people who knew him could not recognize him.

Ji Jin opened the trunk, there were four huge suitcases inside, and the manager ran all the way with four waiters to greet them. The waiter went to pick up the boxes. The boxes were quite heavy, and the waiter struggled to carry them, and even the forehead burst out of blue veins.

The manager led the way for Gu Yanframe, "Mr. Song." He called him according to the message left by the booker, "Your room is at 408."

Gu Yan nodded her head and told Ji Jin behind her: "You are waiting for me downstairs."

"Yes, sir." Ji Jin looked respectful.

On the fourth floor, as soon as the door closed, Gu Yan looked around and carried the four boxes into the bathroom without stopping.

After opening the box, his busyness is far from over, because the box is not filled with clothes and supplies, but stones, full of four large boxes of stones!

The VIP rooms above the third floor of Tianhua Hotel have the same location and the same furnishings.

Gu Yanji booked the room at 408, while Petrovich lived in 308. Between the two, there was only a floor between them, which looked indestructible, but in front of explosives, it was still fragile like a piece of paper.

Putting the stone into the bathtub, Gu Yanjian squatted by the bathtub carefully installing explosives.

Calculating this time, the news that Huang Song surrendered to the police station should have reached Petrovich's ears. As a good friend of the Russian boxer Charlie who died last night, Petrovich will definitely go to the police station to meet Huang Song. At this moment, if there were no accidents, he should get on the car smoothly.

But this accident is bound to happen.

Xie Xiang walked back and forth in the kitchen wearing waiter's clothes. The chef filled the dishes with mustard, and then handed them to Xie Xiang, "The dishes for the guests at table 5, please bring them up."

"Good!" Xie Xiang took the dishes out of the kitchen. This was not the first time she had been on a mission. Therefore, she was fearless even in the face of a tall and broad Russian man. She slipped her feet and had a very clever angle. Hit Petrovic, who had just walked downstairs.

Petrovich, a Russian, a veteran noble family, the revolution broke out in Russia in 1905. The military and police shot at civilians, killing and wounding more than 4,000 people. In order to quell public anger, their emperor pushed Petrovich’s family as a scapegoat. Petrovic’s parents, brother and sister were killed, he survived a catastrophe, went into exile in the UK, and met Chu Yunsheng there, and thus became Chu Yunsheng’s stable business partner.

He is a typical villain, with a ruthless style, a tall stature and a fierce temper.

If it is wrong to say that he has any weakness, it is that this person has a very serious addiction to cleanliness, and he does not eat mustard, and he can't even smell it.

The scene was in a mess. There was too much mustard on the dishes. The smell was so strong that even Xie Xiang couldn't help but want to sneeze. Petrovich seemed to look at the stains on his body in disbelief. The heavy depression made him feel bad. Zhou's people followed suit and backed up a few steps.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry." Xie Xiang hurriedly wiped the mustard sauce on his body with a tissue, but the more he wiped it, the more it tasted.

Seeing the situation is not good, she bowed deeply and said weakly: "I didn't mean it."

Petrovich pushed Xie Xiang to the ground, and if he weren't eager to go back and change clothes, he would kick her hard and then order his men to drag her down.

Frowning and holding his breath, the stains on his clothes were huge, and Petrovich turned quickly and walked towards the stairs. The bodyguard hurriedly followed and surrounded him in the center.

The manager respectfully watched Petrovich upstairs, and then lifted Xie Xiang from the ground and said angrily, "Careful, don't you have eyes when you walk? Do you know you..."

Xie Xiang looked aggrieved, but the words in her mouth were very hard, "Don't scold me, can't I stop doing it? I won't serve such rude customers!" Then she took off the service. He threw the raw clothes to the manager, turned around and walked out of the hotel door.

I'm not satisfied after I've taken a life! The manager has never encountered such an arrogant waiter before, pointing to her back, angrily speechless!

In the lobby on the first floor, Ji Jin, who had witnessed all this, laughed secretly, put down the newspaper in his hand and shouted: "Waiter, the dish that I ordered must be added with mustard does not need to be delivered." Putting the money on the table, Ji Jin After striding out, he didn't go far, and leaned back leisurely on the wall in front of the restaurant, staring at the building opposite the Tianhua Hotel.

So far, all plans are progressing smoothly.

Ji Jin saw Xie Xiang's figure on the rooftop of the opposite building. Xie Xiang leaned over on the top of the building, took out the binoculars in his backpack and started to check the situation on the third floor opposite.

The glass windows of the Tianhua Hotel can ensure that guests see the perfect street view, and can also help Xie Xiang, who is holding a telescope on the opposite side, a clear view of the indoor situation.

Petrovich’s bodyguard was standing in the living room waiting, while he was lying alone in the bathtub in the bathroom. The clothes he was wearing today were rudely torn into two pieces and thrown on the ground. It should have been torn directly from his body. .

Xie Xiang smiled secretly, it seems that he really hates mustard.

Taking out the small red flag from his backpack, Xie Xiang waved it in the direction of Ji Jin. Ji Jin understood, turned around and entered the hotel, and went straight to the front desk.

"Miss, can you borrow my phone to use it?"

The lady at the front desk smiled and said, "This gentleman, this is an internal call."

"I know, I'm looking for someone." Ji Jin said gently. He took the phone handed by the lady at the front desk and dialed room 408. After the bell rang three times, he hung up the phone, turned and walked out.

In Room 408, Gu Yanjian, who had been waiting intently and waiting, ignited the fuse after three phone rang. The sparks ignited the fuse and snaked all the way on the ground, watching the path, and finally climbed straight to the explosive on the side of the bathtub.

After everything was done, Gu Yanframe still leaned on the civilized stick, and walked down the stairs gracefully with the same steady steps as before.

The three people who had finished the action met in front of the hotel and walked side by side to the car not far away. Gu Yan looked up and down Xie Xiang calmly, and there was no injury, that's all.

Suddenly a huge explosion sounded, shaking the ground and the car.

Gu Yan frame grabbed Xie Xiang’s waist and carried her in her arms. Xie Xiang hid a bit embarrassedly, but involuntarily smiled on her eyebrows. This scene made Ji Jin look away, taking a deep breath and looking away. , Focusing on the explosion.

The explosion sounded from upstairs, and even the grounds of the hotel lobby and surrounding streets shook. The manager and the waiter rushed upstairs after a moment of shock. The dining guests fled with their heads in their arms. Gu Yan framed and waited. People got into the car slowly.

Xie Xiang got in the driver's seat, started the car, and hurried to the next location, "How about?"

Gu Yanframe took off his beard and replied: "It's no accident that Petrovic has been smashed into meat sauce by the collapsed floor and the bathtub filled with rocks."

That's why they thought about it all night and prepared a whole night's plan. At the beginning, after they proposed to assassinate Petrovich in the hotel, everyone was at a loss. But as the plan was formulated and implemented bit by bit, they not only did it, but did a good job.

The three of them were slightly relaxed, Xie Xiang was still a little worried, "I don't know if Komatsu will be in danger at the police station."

Gu Yanjian glanced at her, "Don't worry, they are fine, let's go to Wen Jingze first."

"Yes, we have to learn to believe." Ji Jin said in a conversation. His voice was not loud, Xie Xiang's heart was shocked, and he looked back at Gu Yanjian, who grinned at her.

Wen Jingze, forty-two, was one of the first batch of children to study in the United States in the late Qing Dynasty. He graduated from Yale University with a major in civil engineering. In 1892, Wen Jingze's mother died of illness. He gave up his studies and returned to China for funerals, and then worked in Huainan. The Civil Engineering Bureau and the Northern Mining Bureau are currently working as technical consultants at the Command’s Office and are also visiting professors at Peiyang University and Shanghai St. John’s University. Judging from this resume, it is hard to believe that he will be behind the opium trade in the three provinces. But few people know that Wen Jingze is a smoker and is addicted to it. Gu Yanjian and Shen Junshan guessed that Wen Jingze was addicted to cigarettes and was then controlled by Shihu and others as their internal response in the Commanding House.

Wen Jingze's home is a high-end courtyard. There is only one of them in the entire courtyard. The car can't enter the alley, so you can only park the car beside the street and walk in.

The gate is made of fine black walnut wood, light dark brown, with a slight purple light in the sun, the string section is a large parabolic pattern, very exquisite, and the price must be high. From this door alone, we can see Wen Jingze's daily life, seemingly simple, but in reality, everything is luxurious.

Xie Xiang stepped forward and knocked. After a while, the door opened. Wen's family had no porter. It was Wen Jingze himself who came out to answer the door. He looked at several people with a vigilant look, "Who are you?"

Xie Xiangyan said concisely, "Mr. Wen, there was an accident at the Jinhua Hotel, and Mr. Peter was killed. The bodyguards accompanying him were not spared. Boss Shi asked us to pick you up to a safe place."

Wen Jingze looked unbelief: "Mr. Peter is dead?"

The young man on the other side simply replied: "Yes."

Wen Jingze was obviously shocked by the news, but at any rate he was also a man of life on the tip of a knife. He was silent for a moment and calmed down, "I'll go in and pack my things."

"Good." Xie Xiang nodded.

As early as when they were making plans, they guessed Wen Jingze's reaction after learning about it, saying that he was packing his luggage, but in fact he must have called to confirm.

He should call Shihu and the police station. Without hearing the news in person, he would not leave with Xie Xiang easily.

However, even if he fought over, there were only two pieces of news. One was that the Tianhua Hotel had an explosion and the police station was dispatched. The other was that Shihu left the house ten minutes ago and rushed to the Tianhua Hotel.

Huang Song went to the police station to surrender today, not only to elicit Petrovich, but also to kill Shihu and Wen Jingze.

When Petrovich has an accident, the police station will inevitably be dispatched. Huang Song will not add more defenses to Huang Song who surrendered. This will give Huang Song a chance to stun the two guards so that he can control the phone of the police station and deal with Wen Jingze. , Calling Shihu is tantamount to searching for something.

After Shi Hu received a call from the police station, he learned that his partner who had made money for him had died. How could he resist going to the scene to check.

And Shen Junshan should have taken Zhu Yanlin and Li Wenzhong in ambush on Qinghe Road, this road is the only way to the Tianhua Hotel, this road is chaotic, the terrain is complicated, and it is most suitable for assassination.

Such a feng shui treasure is very suitable for Shihu, the opium dealer who controls 40% of the smuggling channels in Feng'an Province, to sleep.