The commander took the two packs of cigarettes he had bought and walked past the small tea shops on the street.

He really couldn't afford to pay for something, even if it was a pack of locally made counterfeit cigarettes. After all, before the immigrant kingdom became a warrior on the hidden front, he was really poor.

Walking on the road, he put away the pack of genuine cigarettes that had doubled in price, took out the counterfeit cigarettes again, took a puff on his mouth, and then, as if choking on cigarettes, began to cough again and again.

When he slowly returned to the pantry where he had played chess, he saw that the Qingke was still vigorously fooling the leader of his support group.

He waited for a while at the door of the pantry, carefully watching the movement outside, and from time to time drifted to the side with his eyes, there was an attic, which happened to be the best place to monitor the Qinglou opposite.

It wasn't until a light flickered in the attic that he finally sneered and gestured to his men in the pantry.

The leader of the support group was happily playing the game under the flattery of the Qingke, and when he saw the code from his commander, he suddenly grabbed the Qingke on the opposite side by the neck.

Then as soon as he exerted his strength, he dragged the opponent's body, and pressed the whole on the extremely ugly chessboard, and before the Qingke could shout, he punched him in the key position behind the neck, and his whole body shook and fainted.

The moment the commander turned away, he slammed his hand and gave the clearer a hard blow, causing the man to lose his life in a coma.

Then he took out two short sabers from the baggage he had placed in the shop, and handed one to the captain.

During this time, the commander also untied his outer coat, checked the combat vest inside, reached out and knocked to make sure that the bulletproof steel plate was in good condition, and then took out the revolver from the hidden place under the hem, inserted it in his waist, and finally retied his coat, and took the short saber handed by his subordinates.

At this time, some "It's on fire!" was already sounding outside. Fight the fire!······" Immediately after, the sound slowly began to expand.

The maids and servants at the door of the Qinglou opposite were all in the open space outside the door at the moment, pointing out the direction of the fire.

After a while, the door of the Qinglou, which was originally closed because of the banquet, was "squeaking······ The voice opened, and two people with something pinned to their waists, like fighting and walking, rushed out.

The two men stood in the center of the street and looked in the direction of the fire for a while, and after confirming the location of the fire, they hurried back to the Qinglou.

As the sounds gradually became louder, the number of people in the street became more and more, and many of the neighbors who lived here, as well as the shops and workers who had set up shops in the area, rushed in the direction of the workshop and the warehouse with their firefighting.

Of course, this naturally also includes about half of the people in the Qinglou opposite.

It's not that these people have good hearts, and if they do this business, they don't have good intentions, and they can't do this kind of business because they know that the fire at this time is very easy to spread, and they are actually saving themselves when they go to fight the fire.

After a while, a large group of people ran out of the Qinglou opposite, and the one who ran at the front was a middle-aged man who looked anxious, this person was the tallest one in that group, and his physical characteristics were very obvious.

A little further behind, there were six people with different appearances, but all dressed in brocade clothes.

Looking at the appearance of these people, it is completely consistent with the information provided to the action team by the Zhili Intelligence Station. It can be confirmed that the 7 people who are running in front of you, divided into two columns, are indeed the owners of the 7 workshops.

This plan was revised and re-proposed by the task force after the stationmaster Qin proposed a new program of action, and the team decided to reduce the number of people invested in the workshop area, and after causing a fire and causing the owners of the seven workshops, they carried out the execution task at the gate of the Qinglou.

The 7 owners of the workshop and warehouse community next door were already anxious and almost crying at the moment.

They really saw that the location of the fire was near the warehouse where they had placed their raw materials and products, and the various finished products and raw materials stored there were worth tens of thousands of taels of silver.

A few of them immediately scolded, and continued to hit and kick with their fists, and quickly drove the nurses who were brought out today to the warehouse to put out the fire, and in a blink of an eye, there were only 7 workshop owners and a few local officials and cronies left in front of the Qinglou.

The commander hid the short saber on his body, took a deep breath, and shouted "Gone water!" Hurry up and help! ”

Hearing the commander's voice and the unmistakable code of action, all the action team members hiding in several surrounding tea shops walked out of the tea shop almost at the same time.

Among them, there are a few people in their hands, but also holding a long linen, the hemp is the most basic fireproof equipment in the Ming Dynasty, the front part is made of hemp, dipped in thick muddy water, can resist fire, specially used to fight the flame to achieve the purpose of extinguishing the fire.

The commander followed everyone to move together, and when they got closer, the owners of several local workshops were loudly directing the personnel who arrived.

In the eyes of the action team members, this whole group of officials and local tyrants is as pitiful as lambs to the slaughter, but unfortunately, this group of people themselves still didn't notice that something was wrong, and they were still shouting there, constantly beckoning people who approached to help fight the fire.

When he had reached a suitable distance, the commander suddenly roared, "Do it!" ”

Under the cover of the crowd, the action team members slowly approached a few steps away from the target, and at the same time ripped off the sackcloth on the head of the firefighting tool that looked like a linen, revealing the cold gleaming spear head inside.

Then, at the door of the Qinglou, a group of sturdy men who suddenly appeared launched a fierce attack on a group of local tyrants and officials in front of them with spears in their hands.

The rest of the squad and the few others who did not carry spears gathered around the protruding crowd and nervously watched the scene of the fire, stabbing out their short sabers.

These local tyrants, officials, and officials usually rarely even walk, and they haven't done any heavy work, although their bodies are well maintained, but their quality is really too poor, and in the face of the sudden assassination, they didn't even have time to react, and they were stabbed in the body by various weapons.