The playboy Lu Xiaojia on the beach is dead, and the rogue tycoon Huang Jinrong on the beach is also dead. One of them was shot indiscriminately, and the other, the other, more simply, was shot and the whole head was blown open.

finally proved to the world that although he was full of evil, the things in his head were still white and red, and there was no significant difference between him and ordinary people, probably only the difference was the way of death.

His death, and the turmoil in the French Concession caused by it, gave some hope to the cause.

Including the "Big Eight Parties" of Shanghai Tang that used to be the "previous generation", that is, the old forces of the Anglo-American Public Concession Youth Gang headed by Shen Xingshan and Ji Yunqing, they took this opportunity to make a comeback. This time, they did spend a lot of capital.

For a time, Yunnan soil and Sichuan soil, which are known as high-head goods, Rehe soil and Mongolian territory that are known as Beikou goods, and Persian soil and Indian soil that are known as foreign goods have been disembarked from Longmao, Osaka, Jinliyuan and other wharves.

To their delight, both Du Yuesheng and the rookie Ma Yongzhen in Shanghai seemed to have lost interest in big smoke overnight. Only, only the smoke houses and white-faced houses in the concession were robbed. In particular, the smoke houses opened by the Japanese and the "white-faced houses" of the Koreans suffered the most.

Although this incident attracted the attention of the patrol houses of the Public Concession and the French Concession, it did not attract the attention of the "Big Eight Strand Party" headed by Shen Xingshan and Ji Yunqing. After all, these losses were mostly Japanese and Koreans. Even, they have to secretly rejoice in the reduced number of competitors.

However, they didn't know that the bad luck of this incident was about to befall their heads, and along with these bad lucks, there was a large-scale vendetta of the Green Gang.

And these things are all because of Zhang Xiaolin, a guy who is not satisfied with hiding his life.

On the way to his seclusion, a rickshaw that looked very ordinary in Shanghai struggled on the dirt road. The sweaty coachman desperately lowered his head, and the dirt under his feet was picked up by his feet.

"Run, run!"

Sitting in the car was a young man in a suit and leather shoes, and in his arms sat a courtesan dressed in flowers. When the two were pulling the car hard at the driver, their hands and feet were not in order.

The driver knew from the feeling coming from his handlebar that the man's hand must have been placed in a sensitive place on the woman's body.

However, the laborious coachman did not have the extra energy to pay attention to this matter, and did not dare to slack off on his words. You must know that such people are called white-faced people, they have a master on their heads and brothers on their sides, and they are not something that a coachman like him can fight against.

If you are not careful, you will have to pay back the strength for half a day in vain, but if you are to be hit twice by such a guy with a knife or a gun, it is really time to go bankrupt.

A section of rotten road, dragged alive by the coachman, was thrown behind. As the courtyard in front of me got closer and closer, the men and women in the car were honest. When the woman spoke, she was filled with a certain smell of unbearable resentment.

"If you didn't ask me to come, I really didn't want to serve him, you know that he speaks in a vicious manner, and he does it hard, and he doesn't care about other people's feelings, just blindly nonsense."

The white-faced man whispered comfort in her ear, as if to give the courtesan some unreliable promise.

"Don't do this, when we make more money and go to Hong Kong together, we have to say that it is better than Shanghai!"

Finally, the tired and almost dead coachman came to the field, and he forced his breath to open the car enclosure for the two people in the car.

"Sir, Miss let's go!"

"Well, I see that you are still a little courteous, and the rest is for you!"

"Thank you! Thank you! ”

The coachman thanked him vigorously, clutching a silver dollar tightly in his sweaty palm, and looked at the white man and the courtesan who left with gratitude. The white man was carrying a black suitcase, and he didn't know what it contained.

The coachman, who often pulls people, naturally knows what the weight of two people is, and besides that, the black and rather heavy box does not go unnoticed by him.

"I'm half tired to death, what the hell is in that box!"

Which one is Bai Xiangren, his name is Jiang Zhaoming is Du Yuesheng's apprentice, and he is now in his 20s. There is a god-like gambling skill passed down by his father, and the other is a shrewd and capable person.

He came here because he was sent by his master to send a woman to Zhang Xiaolin who was hiding here, so that he could defeat the fire. In addition, what was sent was a box of weapons, which was a "business" that Zhang Xiaolin partnered with his master.

When he entered the door and saw Zhang Xiaolin, he did the etiquette in the Green Gang, and after the courtesan entered the inner room, he whispered something to Zhang Xiaolin.

"Uncle Zhang, my master instructed me to send you these things. There is also news that Jinliyuan has goods ashore today, and I heard that all of them are good foreign soil. ”

Zhang Xiaolin, who had been sitting on the Taishi chair, said a noncommittal "hmm", stood up and opened the black suitcase that Jiajiang Zhaoming put on the table of the Eight Immortals. There was not only a barge gun, but also a submachine gun, and a number of bullets that had been loaded in the magazine.

"Uncle Zhang, my master said that these are the weapons that I just got from the direction of Nanyang, especially this submachine gun, which is very profitable, and pulling the trigger is dozens of bullets in one breath."

Zhang Xiaolin took the submachine gun in his hand and looked at it, stretched out his hand to pull the bolt, and pointed at the wall outside the door. I didn't stop until I ran out of bullets. After the fight, he looked at the weapon in his hand, and it seemed that he was quite satisfied with the gun.

"Why do you have such a good gun, but your teacher is timid to pay him!"

"Uncle Zhang, my master is really sick, otherwise how could he ask me to follow you to see the world!"

Zhang Xiaolin glanced at Jiang Zhaoming, then looked at the weapon in his hand, and spoke.

"Your master is now more and more fond of mixing with those sub-literati, but with you and his men to help, there are about enough people. Let's go, we're in ...... tonight Meet here...... Don't ...... too many people"

Jiang Zhaoming nodded while listening, and after remembering the meeting place and the incision of contact, he hurriedly said goodbye and left.

After finishing his business, Zhang Xiaolin put down the weapon in his hand, raised his head and looked at the inner room, and after lowering his head and touching the gun, the lord hummed a little song triumphantly and entered the house.

When the night unfolds again in Shanghai, all the evil yearnings and all the deeds in the shadows will be unfolded under the cover of the night.

As mentioned earlier, Jinliyuan Wharf is controlled by Hangzhou Afa. In the business on the bright side of this China Merchants wharf, there are naturally interests behind it, otherwise how can it be called "Jin Liyuan"!

Generally speaking, in this kind of thing, he and his men do not come forward, and naturally there are people who bring tobacco and people who receive tobacco to trade. After the transaction, the smoke came out of his dock area, which naturally had nothing to do with him, and his manpower only ensured in the dark that black eating black did not happen in the dock meridian.

After the transaction, several sacks of cigarettes were loaded on top of a car that had been waiting there for a long time, and sped out of the docks. At this time, in Shanghai, those who can use cars are naturally people with some power. It is easy for patrols to be stopped, and it is easy for people who rob tobacco and soil to rob them.

However, this time, they didn't know about Zhang Xiaolin's comeback, and they were obviously a little careless.

This is an empty and uninhabited path, more than a dozen black shadows in advance ambush suddenly jumped out of the darkness, and the figure standing in the middle of the road who seemed to be a fierce god with a submachine gun in his hand was Zhang Xiaolin.

The driver of the car was ruthless, regardless of whether there was anyone in front of the car or not, and still kept moving forward.

Zhang Xiaolin was holding a submachine gun in his hand, he almost didn't even have to think about it, the trigger was pulled, and with the tongue of fire from the muzzle, a large number of bullets poured out, and the windshield of the car was smashed into pieces in the rain of bullets.

At the same time, Zhang Xiaolin's minions shot into the car one by one with the shell guns in their hands. The driver of the car seemed to have been hit by a bullet and could no longer hold the steering wheel, and the car rushed to the wall next to it. With a thud, the car slammed headlong into the wall.

Just when the little minions under his command wanted to rush forward, Zhang Xiaolin raised his hand and stopped their movements. Then, he removed the magazine and replaced it with a new one.

At this moment, he has stopped the car and knows that now is not the time to be anxious, and if he is not careful, he will fall into the trap.

After waiting for a while, and seeing no movement, he waved his hand, asking his minions to go up to check first, and then he slowly moved his steps. But at this time, his eyes had been staring at the car, and he had begun to glow greedily, but he didn't notice that Jiang Zhaoming was quietly shrinking back to the place where he had just hidden.

There was a garbage pit beside the road, because he knew what was going to happen next, and this pit was prepared for this purpose.

Zhang Xiaolin's eyes were indeed shining, just now he saw that there were at least two sacks of tobacco in this car, what does this mean, this represents a lot of Guangyang.

But he saw that his men were stupid next to the car one by one.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Curious, he took a few steps forward, but before he could get closer, there was a loud bang.

Zhang Xiaolin suddenly woke up in his mind, and secretly screamed in his heart.

"It's broken, it's a trick!"

In the violent explosion, Zhang Xiaolin and his subordinates were blown up high. When he fell from the sky, he had been smashed into a fishing net by flying steel balls.

Zhang Xiaolin, the starting point of all events, seems to have become the end of this matter!