August 4, 1938, the ninth day of the seventh lunar month.

Appropriate: Sacrifice.

Don't: build temples, marry.

Shanghai Public Concession, Mumbai Road.

11 p.m.

Indian Restaurant in Delhi.

Mr. Sinclair Joe Soltras, Commissioner of Police for the Shanghai Public Concession, walked into the restaurant.

He wore a trench coat and a hat with a very low brim, for fear that someone would recognize him.

At first glance, he saw Meng Shaoyuan sitting in the seat along the street.

Slightly nervous, he sat down and ordered a cup of coffee.

Meng Shaoyuan had a bottle of red wine in front of him, and a glass was very full.

"I don't really understand why you Europeans and Americans only like to pour a base when they drink red wine." Meng Shaoyuan took a big sip of red wine: "Why can't you fill it all at once, and then drink it in a big gulp?" ”

Sinclair didn't answer his question at all, but just asked, "Is there really no way to get it back?" ”

Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "Mr. Commissioner of Police, Zhao Changle is not a qualified agent, never has been, but he has two advantages, first, he hates the Japanese. Second, be loyal to me. His father-in-law died at the hands of the Japanese, and he also died at the hands of the Japanese, if I don't avenge him, who will be loyal to me from now on? ”

"Meng, the public concession has been too peaceful for a long time." Sinclair sighed: "You gave a 'kill order' to hunt down the Japanese at all costs, do you know what this means for the public concession?" ”

"Bloody rain."

Meng Shaoyuan replied without hesitation: "Zhao Changle is my brother, I must avenge him." You are my friend and the Commissioner of Police of the Public Concession, so I informed you in advance. ”

He glanced at Sinclair: "There are three kinds of people in the Shanghai Public Concession, one is my subordinates. One is my friend, and the last is my enemy. The one who helped me was my friend. In turn, my enemies! ”

Except for the Japanese, no one wants to be Meng Shaoyuan's enemy!

Sinclair is no exception.

So, he smiled bitterly: "I don't know when this war will end, within my ability, I will try my best to help you." The patrols in the vicinity have all been transferred. But at least you can tell me, who do you want to deal with today? ”

"Zhenggang Jiusheng, and the thirteen people he is responsible for."

Meng Shaoyuan did not hide it at all.

Sinclair gasped.

Fourteen people?

Kill fourteen people at once?

Sinclair could already imagine the bloody storm that was about to begin.

"This bottle of red wine, please help me drink it."

Meng Shaoyuan pushed half a bottle of red wine in front of Sinclair: "While drinking, enjoy the show." ”

Sinclair knew why he chose to get his hands dirty here.

Bombay Road is one of the safest locations in the entire Shanghai Public Concession.

When the Youth Gang was rampant in Shanghai, the Ministry of Industry Bureau had an agreement with them that they would never make trouble on Mumbai Road.

Here, it's been too peaceful for too long.

Meng Shaoyuan stood up and walked out of the restaurant without looking back......

……

Shanghai in August is very hot and humid.

Meng Shaoyuan really couldn't think of such a weather, how could Sinclair still wear a windbreaker and a hat.

Aren't you afraid of heat stroke?

"It's all arranged."

Gan Ning walked over: "We have prepared thirty gunmen. ”

Nearby, all of them are military commanders.

Bombay Road, which has always been peaceful, is about to be stained red with blood.

Meng Shaoyuan lit a cigarette: "Do you know what the consequences will be?" ”

Ganning did not answer.

Meng Shaoyuan took a deep puff of cigarette: "No one thinks that we will do it on Bombay Road, and the Japanese also think that we will not carry the Ministry of Industry." Once the assassination is successful, the Ministry of Industry will put a lot of pressure on us, and our living environment will deteriorate rapidly. ”

"There are negatives and there are positives." Gan Ning said calmly: "If we allow the Japanese to slaughter our comrades, the Ministry of Industry will think that we are very weak. Ideas, bloody storms, can also make them have some concerns, you said, concessions will never bring peace. ”

Meng Shaoyuan has always admired Gan Ning.

He was one of the best of all his men.

He patted Gan Ning on the shoulder: "Get ready to do it." ”

……

Noon, 11:30.

The weather is so hot that you can't wait to soak in ice water.

Two men dressed as waiters, handing out flyers from the restaurant.

A man was beating his wife, and there were a few people watching.

Two men were playing chess there.

A very obscene-looking guy set up a roadside gambling stall there to deceive those who don't know the depth but are bent on getting something for nothing.

Not to mention, there were really four or five people who took the bait.

……

Zhenggang Jiusheng took the second batch of reinforcements to Shanghai's thirteen agents, and walked all the way, introducing them to the situation here.

He wasn't worried about being assassinated by an agent of the military command.

Because a long time ago, Chinese and Japanese agents had a rule that there was no agreement, but everyone respected each other.

There are several places, including Bombay Road, where there can be no bloodshed.

Everyone needs a cushion belt.

If war were to break out everywhere, the Shanghai Public Concession would soon be in chaos.

It's bad for both sides.

"This is Bombay Road." Zhenggang Jiusheng introduced to the agents: "The safest place in Shanghai! ”

……

"Director Meng, they've arrived."

Meng Shaoyuan threw away the cigarette butt, pulled out the pistol, and checked it: "Five minutes, end the battle!" ”

"Understood!"

……

Fourteen Japanese agents, still very experienced, kept a certain distance, just for fear of a sudden attack.

This is true even in the safest place in Shanghai......

……

The two waiters glanced at each other and pulled out their guns violently.

The man who beat his wife, the woman who was beaten, watching the excitement, suddenly dispersed, and a few submachine guns appeared in their hands.

Playing chess, he pulled out two pistols.

set up a gambling stall to deceive people, suddenly opened the gambling table, and together with those gamblers, took out a submachine gun from the bottom!

……

At 11:33, gunshots rang out like firecrackers on Bombay Road in Shanghai's public concession.

Thirty gunners in the military command emptied the bullets in the magazine in a frenzied manner.

Then, it was quickly replaced with a new magazine.

The long-standing default rule has been broken.

From now on, there will no longer be a safe place in the Shanghai Public Concession.

Meng Shaoyuan shot after shot, shooting every target he could see!

Zhenggang Jiusheng's body was beaten into a sieve.

This Japanese agent, who had just been called one of the "Four Heavenly Kings", died in the safest place in Shanghai.

Thirteen corpses of Japanese agents, horizontal and vertical.

In the sky, a thunderclap sounded.

It's war!

Meng Shaoyuan has decided to wash Shanghai in blood!