Chapter 611 Pei Min

Shanghai has a lot of rain, and even more rain in winter. There are always raindrops in the sky and the ground is always wet. If it is normal, in such weather, it is interesting to heat a pot of rice wine, eat some seasonal delicacies, sit in front of the French window in a warm house, and drink a little while looking at the gray outside the window.

But in Shanghai in 1938, there should not be many people who are in such a good mood. If there are, they should probably send him to death.

In an apartment on Changchun Road, Hongkou, Xia Changguo, with a swollen nose and face, was wearing loose and comfortable pajamas, holding a glass of red wine, standing by the window and watching the heavy rain under the night sky.

In fact, he couldn't see outside clearly. The violent rainstorm kept hitting the window and gurgling down. In this rain curtain, he only looked at the lights outside dimly, but he still insisted on looking again, because the feeling of the turbulent rain outside colliding with the warm room at this moment made him addicted.

He brought the wine glass to his lips and took a sip. The tip of his tongue collided with the scarlet wine, and he felt the sour taste. His sleeves slipped down because of the action of raising the glass, revealing the scars on his arms.

In November last year, the Battle of Songhu came to an end. The National Army retreated across the board, and the Nanjing government became the Chongqing government. Except for the British and American public concessions, and the French concession in France, Shanghai fell.

The Japanese were well prepared, and the speed of taking over Shanghai exceeded many people's imagination. More than two months later, as of February now, Japan has taken over everything, frequently issued decrees to maintain stability, sent troops to guard all major ports, strictly investigated anti-Japanese elements, and strictly investigated various scarce materials that aided the enemy.

At the same time, the Shanghai Special High Section began to arrest members of the Military Control Commission, the Central Control Commission, and the Red Party Shanghai Underground Organization who were lurking in Shanghai. The lightning speed caused the Military Control Commission and the Central Control Commission to suffer heavy losses. In fact, when the war was going on, they formed the Loyalty and National Salvation Army with Du Yong's Green Gang and others. They had suffered heavy losses on the front battlefield, and Du Yong fled to Hong Kong Island as soon as possible. After that, the Green Gang was ruled by Zhang Xiaolin and defected to Japan, providing large quantities of supplies to the Japanese front.

Fortunately, the Red Party had rich experience in fighting behind enemy lines, and its tracks were more closely hidden. Moreover, when the Battle of Songhu was about to end, the Red Party was silent at the first time, and even transferred some people who might be exposed, so the losses were not so huge.

But there were also losses, such as him.

He was a liaison of the Shanghai underground party organization, and played a connecting role. His cover identity was an editor of a newspaper. He thought he was safe, but the Japanese had already locked him in and was secretly arrested directly in the International Settlement.

Before that, he always thought he had a firm belief, but when the whip was whipped on his body, when the red-hot iron burned his flesh, when the iron rod was chiseled into his fingers, and when he was incontinent due to pain, he confessed.

The consequence is that in the past two days, the entire line he was in was wiped out, and no one was spared. His former comrades were being tortured.

As a meritorious person, he was well protected. Outside this apartment, there were eight special high section operatives protecting his safety. Because he still had value, there were some intelligence he didn't tell, and more importantly, because he understood the Red Party's style of doing things, and he could work for the special high section in the future to arrest Red Party members.

At the moment he chose to betray, he was very painful, because it marked that his past beliefs and the cause he had worked hard for were all gone. But after that, he drank expensive red wine, ate exquisite food, and slept in a comfortable big bed for the only time in so many years. After sleeping soundly, he felt that this seemed not bad. At least he ate well, slept well, and didn't have to worry.

Although it was still painful between the movements of his body, he still didn't frown, and drank the red wine in the glass in big gulps. He wanted to turn around and leave, but through the rain curtain, he vaguely saw that under the street light across the road, there was a hazy figure standing there looking at him. But when he looked more closely, he found that the figure was limping away. He shook his head and laughed at the bad idea that suddenly came to his mind.

How could a lame man who was alone come to kill him? He didn't know that there was such a person in the Red Party. He was probably a homeless and ostracized tramp, which was not uncommon in Shanghai.

He turned around and went to the soft, comfortable and warm big bed, and lay down with a satisfied cry. Drinking wine to help with noodles, he never wanted to recall the devilish experience in the dark and damp basement again...

The lame man was wearing a raincoat, with his left shoulder high and his right shoulder low. His right foot was straight, and as soon as he touched the ground, he used his left body to forcefully follow his left leg. This was why his left shoulder was higher. However, unlike what Xia Changguo thought, this lame man was not a tramp, because tramps could not have a brand new raincoat, and it was even more impossible for a tramp to wear brand new leather boots on his lame feet.

The lame man walked a few steps into the distance, and when he felt the gazes on him disappear, he crossed the street with great effort and walked downstairs to Xia Changguo's apartment.

Although it was raining heavily, as the central area of ​​Shanghai occupied by Japan, it still looked very prosperous. There were Japanese military police patrolling in raincoats, which was for the purpose of maintaining stability. Although it seemed that Japan had taken over smoothly, the crisis hidden under the water was far from being resolved, and the nerves of the little Japanese were sensitive.

In addition to the patrolling military police, there are also cars passing by from time to time. In addition to Japanese military and political officials, these people also include some Japanese expatriates and Chinese businessmen. After taking over the rule, the upper echelons of all walks of life were very busy. Basically, they were called to meetings by the Japanese every day. They were nothing more than coercion and inducement to get them to cooperate, and they generally cooperated. The situation is stronger than the people. If you don't cooperate, you will die. What can you do? But in the end it still depends on whether they are sincere or not.

As for other pedestrians, there is absolutely no such thing. It was raining so heavily, and it was the center of the small Japanese-controlled area, but no one came here to seek death.

The lame man walked slowly along the roadside. Although he was very eye-catching in the rain, the patrolling military police had just passed by, and those sitting in the car had no intention of paying attention to the roadside. He just walked to the apartment building. Down.

Without the slightest pause, he gently opened the door. Not long after, a Japanese man in black opened the door without any warning. Because this is their center and lair, how could they imagine that someone would be bold enough to come here and seek death.

Before the Japanese man could open his mouth to speak, the lame man climbed up the stairs with a gentle smile. Although the Japanese man covered the light, he could still clearly see the visitor's face, covered with raincoat. It was the face of a popular middle-aged man. His skin was rough and his complexion was dark, and he looked like he had been working outside for a long time. He immediately felt something was wrong. He reached out to touch his lower back and opened his mouth to shout a warning.

But he couldn't do anything. The lame man quickly stretched out his hand and grabbed his neck. With a bang, the hand he wanted to stretch out fell weakly, and the voice he wanted to shout was suppressed. Cut off, pupils constricted, lifeless.

The lame man turned around and closed the door. At the same time, he said in a hoarse voice in an authentic Japanese Kanto accent: "The results of the interrogation are out. Section Chief Nantian sent me over to have another talk with the Chinese man."

Section Chief Nantian is the section chief of the Shanghai Special Higher Education Course, Yoko Minami, a Japanese girl.

After closing the door, the lame man gently put the little Japan he was holding on the wall and walked into the house. His legs were no longer lame.

The rainwater dripped off the raincoat, and the leather boots made a creaking sound on the solid wood floor. It was the old floor bearing the weight that it should not bear.

The lame man walked through the corridor and entered the living room. He saw three Japanese people sitting on the sofa, with pistols on the table. One was holding a book and the other was holding a pen. The paper on the table was full of handwriting. It was not difficult to see , that was a letter, probably a letter from home. There was another person with drowsy eyes, probably just now squinting in sleep.

They all stared at the lame man before they saw his unfamiliar face. They were stunned for a moment, and then nervously went to get the gun.

The lame man smiled slightly, crouched down and stepped forward. A black long knife with dark gold patterns appeared out of thin air in his bare hand, as if it was swallowing light, and there was no reflection at all under the light. The three agents were so shocked by this sudden turn of events that their eyes almost popped out of their heads, and their brains shut down. Such a long knife appeared out of thin air? Because they were caught off guard, their movements were somewhat delayed.

In the midst of this electric light and flint, a long knife struck. The three of them covered their necks with splattered blood in disbelief. They watched the lame man in front of them draw a sword gracefully, and then moved the knife to cut across it. The tip of the knife was stained with blood. The blood stains separated from the blade with the movement, leaving dots of red plums on the white wall.

The lame man ignored their stubbornness and stepped forward to kick them back to the sofa to avoid making loud noises due to their unconscious movements before death. Then he quickly put away the three guns on the table, groped for a while on a few people who were not dead, and found a few full magazines, as well as their IDs and some money, and took them all away. After confirming that the three of them died, he walked gently to the door and came back with the body of the agent who died first. After rummaging through it in the same way, he took away everything on him. Put him and other people who were covered in blood and sit in a row.

The lame man put away the long knife and groped quietly on the first floor. After confirming that nothing was missing, he followed the narrow steps to the second floor.

When he raised his head, he saw a secret agent sitting on a stool by the window next to him, with his elbow on the window sill and his chin propped up. His eyes were dull, but the corners of his mouth were raised. It seems that I miss the cherry blossoms in Tokyo and the girl smiling sweetly under the cherry blossom trees. In short, it is a beautiful thing.

He was thinking so seriously that he didn't notice that the lame man was already behind him.

The lame man quietly stretched out his hands, holding his chin with one hand and the back of his head with the other. He burst out with force and moved clockwise, accompanied by an unpleasant sound of bones breaking, and he just filled the story with the story. His face turned 180 degrees, facing him face to face.

Within a few seconds after the head and body separated, he was still conscious. A child who misses the cherry blossoms in Tokyo suddenly sees a strange face. His eyes become horrified, and then his eyes become empty. His face still retains the longing for the girl under the cherry blossom tree.

He gently lifted him up from the stool and put him on the floor. He groped around again and took away everything he had on him. Then he gently groped around on the second floor again, sent away a sleeping child, and went up to the third floor.

There were two more people on the third floor, one was reading a newspaper and the other was reading a book. The lame man killed these two people again, took away the things, and fumbled around again to make sure there was no one else. The lame man gently pushed open the double doors of the master bedroom. Solid Wood Door.

Xia Changguo had just laid down. Although he had drank half a bottle of red wine and was extremely frightened and exhausted recently, he was still not sleeping on the pillow and was still in a hazy state.

Hearing the sound of undisguised footsteps, he suddenly woke up and saw a middle-aged man in a raincoat using a kerosene lighter to make sparks and light a pure white cigarette without a filter. He recognized the cigarette case. It's the Pirate brand, also known as Lao Dao brand cigarettes.

He had already recognized that this person was the lame man he saw just now. Now that the lame man was no longer lame, he was still standing in his bedroom, which already explained the problem.

Seeing the lame man blowing out a big smoke ring, he went to sit down on the sofa and looked at him with his legs crossed. He sighed resignedly, lifted the quilt and walked to sit opposite the lame man. He also lit a cigarette and started smoking. In the open door, I saw two Japanese agents lying there as if they were boneless, with blood flowing out into a pool.

Through the smoke, he said, "I've never heard of you before."

"That's not important." The lame man shook his head, blew out smoke again, and looked at him calmly: "Tell me, what did you say to the Japanese?"

Xia Changguo took out a small box from under the table, put it on the table and opened it: "Here are twenty gold bars. Can you spare my life?"

"Originally I wanted to chop off your head, but now I'll leave you with a whole body to answer my questions."

With another long sigh, Xia Changguo shook his head and said: "There are so many now. There are eight comrades in total who have betrayed me, upline and downline. I also know a traffic group stronghold, but I didn't tell the Japanese about this."

As the largest city in the Far East, Shanghai's status is unquestionable and it can obtain a lot of in-demand materials. A transportation station, as the name suggests, is a station on a transportation line. The transportation line is an institution that transmits information, transports materials, and important people. Starting from Shanghai is the main stop, and then passing through various stations along the way, all the way to the Soviet Area. And this is just one transportation line, and there are countless others extending in all directions.

The lame man stared into his eyes tightly: "Tell me the specific location."

"I discovered Anhe Trading Company on Anheji Road by accident. I really didn't tell the Japanese."

After staring for a few more times, the lame man nodded, picked up the fruit knife on the table, walked over and grabbed Xia Changguo's wrist, and without saying a word cut the artery: "Here, give me that hand. Use both hands together to bleed quickly.”

Xia Changguo had already given up on the huge force that had just been used to break his arm. He knew that he could not resist, and he did not want to suffer inhuman torture when he died. He very cooperatively handed over his other hand, which was also slashed. The pain from these two stabbings gave him the feeling that it was not as good as a whip dipped in cold water...

Xia Changguo put his hands on the armrests of the sofa and allowed the blood to flow out. Feeling the loss of life, he looked at the lame man who had taken out a camera and fiddled with it. He asked, "Do you still want to take pictures?"

"Prove you're dead."

"Please make the photo look better." Xia Changguo laughed out loud and burst into tears. He said, "I don't want to betray the organization, really..."

"I believe you, how many people can survive the torture?" The lame man shook his head and said, "You just shouldn't betray so many comrades at once, you should try to hold on for a while longer. In that case, tonight I will Won't come."

"Everyone was silent. I couldn't give them a warning. The day after I was arrested was the contact day. I'm sorry, I really couldn't hold on..."

The lame man said nothing, lit another cigarette, sat on the sofa and looked at Xia Changguo.

"My wife and children are all in my hometown in Hangzhou. I hope the organization will not make things difficult for their orphans and widowed mothers. I joined the party in 1930 and have been working in Shanghai. Over the years, I have escaped death several times and seen eight comrades die in front of me... …”

Xia Changguo's voice became weaker and weaker, and his energy became more and more depressed. His eyelids were drooped and his face was bloodless, as if he might die at any moment. But he was still talking endlessly, talking about every detail of these years. He suddenly paused, looked up at the lame man, and his eyes shone brightly: "You are Pei Min!"

Seeing the lame man raising his eyebrows in surprise, he smiled silently, then leaned back weakly and became silent.

The lame man carefully stepped on his toes in the pool of blood. He reached forward and placed his hand on the artery in Xia Changguo's neck. After confirming that he was dead, he put away a box of gold bars on the table and took pictures from multiple angles with his camera.

He did not forget about the special agents outside. He arranged all eight corpses in a row downstairs and took a few more photos. Then he leaned against the window and watched the movement outside for a while, then opened the door and went out, limping like when he came in.

Hongkou is not far from the public concession, but at this time, of course, it is impossible to pass by openly. The world is in turmoil, but when it comes to the local level, there is a bridge. Here is the Japanese army, and over there is the British and American coalition forces. This side needs to be checked, and the other side has to be checked again. It will take some time for this situation to be alleviated.

However, there are only a few places with garrisons. The rules in the world are generally the same. Where there are rules, there are ways to break them. If there are fences, there will inevitably be gaps. Especially in this kind of territory where the territories intersect, there will naturally be more disputes.

So the cripple successfully entered the public concession, then limped across the Suzhou River, came to Shandong Road, and got into an apartment, which was his safe house.

Inside the house, the cripple took off his raincoat, leather boots, and the tattered clothes he was wearing, and went to the bathroom to wash his face. When he came out again, he had changed his appearance.

Wang Yan knew how to put on makeup. As a qualified old bitch, he had learned a lot of useful and useless things. And when chatting with ordinary women, makeup and fashion are good topics. If nothing else, just for this, Wang should also know.

It's just that his makeup skills are not very advanced, and he can't change his face. But it doesn't need to be very advanced. He is now an agent behind the enemy, and the purpose of makeup is to prevent people from remembering his face. Although his skills are not very advanced, he can change some facial details, or conceal or highlight them, so that combined with his deliberately changed temperament, it is easy for people to think that he is him, not another person with a similar face.

He has always been a good actor, and it is not a problem to win the Best Actor Award.

It has been a week since he came to this world, and he has adapted to his identity, the captain of the first detective team of the Central Police Station in the French Concession. He has more than 20 people under his command, and he is a big shot, so he has a lot of face.

Obviously, the captain of the patrol room did not need to carry out the previous assassination. The "Pei Min" mentioned by Xia Changguo before his death is his other identity.

His parents fled from the north to Shanghai, became workers, and gradually became workers' representatives. On April 12, they were both killed. That year, he was 18 years old. Later, people from the organization found him, intending to take care of him, but he said he wanted to avenge his parents, and then joined the Central Special Branch established that year.

Because he had a good body from practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he didn't learn well and mixed on the streets, and even worshipped incense halls and joined the Green Gang. During the training, he showed superb shooting skills and was a sharpshooter who never missed a shot. So he was assigned to the Security Department, which is the famous Red Team, the Dog Beating Team, which specializes in exterminating traitors.

Pei Min is his code name. As one of the three best in the Tang Dynasty, Pei Min was a master of swordsmanship and had strong mobility. In addition, he shot 31 tigers in one day, which was in line with his excellent archery skills. He happened to be the strongest action expert of the Central Special Branch and the best sharpshooter, so he used Pei Min as his code name to represent his bravery.

In 1931, the chief of the Red Team rebelled. Fortunately, he had never met him before, because he was too strong and always kept to himself, which ensured his safety. Of course, it was mainly due to the legacy of his parents, and also because of his real bravery, he was in direct contact with the leaders. After all, people like him are naturally safer the fewer people know about them. So, when the central government moved to the Soviet area, the Special Branch was reorganized and renamed, and his organizational relationship also fell to the Security Bureau.

The reason why he did not leave with them was that he got into the French Concession Police Station in 1928, and in the following years, he got more and more mixed up, not only did he get along with all kinds of people, but he also made a lot of money. He could play a greater role in Shanghai, so he stayed here.

In case of emergency, he would call Yan'an directly. In general, he would make his own decisions and keep in touch with the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee to provide necessary assistance. He would call Yan'an every two days to keep in touch in order to make sure he was still alive and there were no accidents.

The contact with the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee was also very simple. At 10 o'clock in the evening, he would turn on the radio and contact the radio if there was anything. He had not met them so far to ensure his own safety. However, he knew where the Municipal Party Committee was, otherwise he would not be able to help them. This time, the assassination of Xia Changguo was the instruction of the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee.

Of course, he was not asked to break into the enemy camp alone, but to find an opportunity to sanction. It was just that he was too reckless. After determining where the person was, he went straight to kill him. This was Pei Min's ability.

He sat in front of the mirror again, re-drew his makeup, changed into a younger look, and matched with gold-rimmed glasses, which looked gentle and refined. He turned out a black suit in the closet, changed into a pair of leather shoes, and dressed like an elite. Then he took out a piece of paper, wrote down today's sanction process on it with a pen, and put it together with the camera film in the box containing twenty gold bars.

He stood up, looked in the mirror, combed his hair, put on a coat, picked up an umbrella, opened the door, went out, locked the door, and walked downstairs slowly. He got into a black Ford car in the parking space in the backyard, and then started the car and left.

He drove to Fuxu Road, the junction of the International Settlement and the French Concession, where there was a Fuxing Pawnshop. He parked the car in the distance and walked towards the back door of the pawnshop with a box and an umbrella.

Dongdong-dong-dong-dong-dong, two short and two long knocks on the door, put the box at the door, held the umbrella, turned around and left with a slightly hunched back.

With a creak, the back door opened, and a middle-aged man in his forties wearing glasses poked his head out of the door, looked at the distant and somewhat blurred back, then picked up the box on the ground, retracted his head, and closed the door...

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