As soon as I heard that something was sent by He Dong, even if it was a rotten tree root, the steward had to be careful.

He wanted to be polite, but after looking at the fat and strong two Indians, he did it again.

Clumsy, what to do in case you fall.

"Then there is work, please send it to the third floor!" The thin executive said politely.

"Good!" Fang Buwei smiled, pointed at the two workers, "Carry it in." ”

When I entered the hall, there were still guards, but they had been replaced by British, and every time I entered, I had to show my pass.

If it is an external errand, there must be an internal person to come out to pick it up.

Fang Buwei secretly praised it.

"It wasn't so strict before!"

The tall steward explained: "But after the Japanese came, the population in the concession surged, and there were more and more crooked ways in the Mixed Tooth Gate, and after losing things a few times and dying a few times, the gentleman decided to strengthen the guards......

Fang Buwei smiled and nodded in agreement.

If you don't hear a few gunshots every day and don't kill a few people, is it still called Shanghai Tang?

The elevator is too small, and the screen is too big to fit at all, so you can only take the stairs.

The workers are behind, and Fang Buwei's thin executives are in front, and the two still have a relationship.

"Look at the gentleman's face?" The tall and thin man asked.

"I just came back from Hong Kong!" Fang is not a free answer to God's way.

At the steward's direction, the things were carried to a conference room on the third floor, probably waiting for Abraham to come over and then look out.

The workers are not paid in advance, and the things are brought up and can be left.

Fang Buwei made an excuse for randomness, and said a few words to the thin executive, and after watching the workers go downstairs, a palm knife cut the steward to the ground.

Fang Buwei closed the door of the conference room, took out a towel, covered the steward's nose for more than ten seconds, and then touched his body again.

Wallets, watches, pens...... The valuable things were all touched by Fang Buwei.

After making sure that he had stolen it clean, Fang Buwei stuffed him under the conference table.

Fang is not afraid that someone will find out that the steward is missing, so he will search the whole building and create a false image in advance.

If someone is found and all the valuable things are lost, the first reaction is that they have mixed in with the thief.

After what thief succeeded, he dared to continue to hide in the building?

After loading a bunch of bits and pieces, Fang Buwei circled around the conference room again.

The meeting room is located in the southeast corner of the building, facing the Huangpu River to the east and Beijing Road to the south.

It happened to be the other way around.

But it doesn't matter.

The difficult thing is how to get in openly, as long as you enter the building, there is no way.

He quickly opened the wooden box, found the mechanism under the base of the screen, and pulled out the spear and sniper scope.

A brand-new Ying Qiqi, after Fang Buwei tried the gun, he never used it again, and the gun still smelled of gun oil.

He stood his gun by the window and pulled out a roll of nylon rope.

In this era, this is a really good thing, and the toughness is stronger than silk.

It was invented by the Americans in the early thirties, and it was only opened in mass production last year, and it was only transmitted to China at the beginning of this year.

Fang Buwei tied the nylon rope to the gun, opened the window again, and put the other end on the window lattice that opened outward.

Jiang Feng was a little big, and he had to wrap around a few more times.

Next, it's a question of how to get to the roof.

There are too many people downstairs, and they won't climb the stairs unless they have to.

He exited the conference room, closed the door, and climbed up the stairs on the south side to the fourth floor.

It's already past eight o'clock, and it's past the time to go to work, and there are people coming and going in the building, so I don't care if the middle-aged man who went upstairs is an employee in this building.

In the words of later generations, Yifeng Foreign Company is actually a multinational business group with many internal departments, and who can be powerful enough to record the faces of hundreds of colleagues?

Fang Buwei went upstairs unhurriedly and stopped at the corner of the corner tower.

The staircase is broken here, and the only way to go up to the top is through the escalator with the iron turn.

In fact, it is just a few thick steel bars, broken into a "U" shape, embedded in the cement wall.

Seeing that there was no one on the left and right, Fang Bu used both hands and feet, and quickly climbed up.

The exit was not large, it was covered with an iron plate, and it was locked with an iron lock.

Fang Buwei used his hands hard, and slammed it up, and with a "bang", the iron plate was pushed open.

The iron lock was not broken, and the lock nose was broken.

Same effect.

He kicked under his feet and flew out.

"What sound?"

In an office around the corner on the fourth floor, an Englishman came out, standing in the doorway and looking left and right.

Everything is normal.

The Englishman muttered and went back to the office.

There is definitely no one on the roof, but the problem is that this building is not very high.

To the west and south, there are many high-rise buildings of seven or eight floors.

Fang Buwei had to be careful.

He bent on his waist and dived along the slope of the roof to the southeast corner, and with a rope and a dagger with a hook, he brought up the spear.

Then he dived into the dome in the northeast corner.

Most of the Baroque buildings have this on the roof, and some will also change the dome into a bell tower.

The Yifeng Building also has a bell tower, but this one in the southeast corner and the northeast corner is just for decoration.

And it just so happens that the Japanese Consulate on Huangpu Road is opposite.

Fang Buwei chose the location here, and there is also this factor.

It's not the first time I've been a sniper, and Fang Buwei's movements are fast.

He quickly loaded his sniper scope, carried his gun, and climbed to the second floor of the dome.

The angle is very good, and the knowledge is also good.

Fang Buwei looked at the ruler, and the straight-line distance from him to the east gate of the Japanese Consulate was only two hundred and eighty meters.

The West Gate is even closer, less than two hundred and seventy meters

The Huangpu Wharf is on the north side of the consulate, a little farther away, close to 300 meters.

The only drawback is that the river breeze is a bit big.

Fang Buwei will have some ballistic calculations, but the effect is not too great.

It's too close to the river, and there are too many adjacent high-rise buildings, and the wind direction will change.

In the last second, it can be a northeast wind level 3, and in the next second, it may become a southeast wind level 5.

Not to mention the influence of the wind, it is necessary to test the gun even in order to calibrate the sniper scope.

Fang Buwei took a look around and aimed his gun at the Licha Hotel in the north of Suzhou River.

The Recha Hotel is in the direction of eleven o'clock, while the Japanese Consulate and Huangpu Pier are in the direction of one point, and the distance between the two is not much.

Fang Buwei moved the muzzle of the gun and aimed the crosshair at the tip of the bell tower on the roof of the Licha Hotel.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the hands of the big clock pointed to nine o'clock.

"Dang!"

A bell rang, and Fang Buwei's eardrum itched slightly.

It's no wonder that the two bells are so close to each other, and the sound is not loud.

It should be enough.

When the giant bell struck for the third time, Fang Buwei pulled the trigger violently.

"Smack!"

Even Fang Buwei only felt the sound of clapping his palm.

Most of the gunfire was drowned out by the bells.

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