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Chapter 1025 Golden Grand Theater

"Yankee" cruise ship.

at sunset.

Zuo Zhong hurried back to his cabin from outside the port, immediately locked the cabin door, turned on the light in the cabin, and took out two envelopes from his pocket.

After sticking it on the cabin door and listening for a while, after confirming that everything outside the door was normal, he opened the first envelope, and inside was a newspaper full of stains.

Under the bright light, it can be seen that the newspaper is full of news about the concession. Zuo Zhong glanced over, and soon found faint scratches under individual words on different pages.

"French Concession."

"Night."

"gold."

"Bright."

"theater."

He silently read these words or phrases in his mind, then rearranged and combined them, and a piece of information with time and place emerged in his mind.

"Tomorrow night, French Concession, Golden Theater."

Zuo Zhong frowned and went out in public places openly. Chen Mingchu and Zheng Shisong were playing tricks to kill them. The Japanese and No. 76 might be behind this.

Exposing these two people to the crowd was not only a personal trap for him, but also an overt conspiracy against the government and the military.

When sanctions are imposed in densely populated places such as theaters, the operatives can only use the method of personal assassination, because it is easy to accidentally injure innocent people around with bombs.

Is it a risky close range assassination?
Still don't care about other people using bombs?

This question was pushed to Juntong and Zuozhong.

The devils hope that the military commander will use bombs to blow Chen and Zheng to the sky, so that the mountain city will be at a disadvantage in public opinion, thus showing the legitimacy of the puppet government.

After thinking for a moment, he crumpled up the newspaper and put it in the ashtray, then opened the second envelope, and a note slipped gently onto the table.

""Listen": The target will go to the Golden Theater in the French Concession tomorrow night, accompanied by the first office of No. 76 and the intelligence office."

Looking at the content on the note, Zuo Zhong's expression returned to calm, and he raised his hand to ignite the note above the still-extinguished flame, quickly thinking about countermeasures in his mind.

Whether Zheng Shisong is a traitor or not is still not [-]% certain. Based on the analysis of "Ting Ting" monitoring, it seems that the other party is dealing with the Japanese rather than collaborating with the enemy, but this requires investigation or testing.

As for Chen Mingchu, he must be punished, otherwise he would be sorry for so many brothers who died in vain, and the blood debt could only be paid with blood.

Moreover, this bastard is the first traitor in the military intelligence system to openly surrender to the enemy. If he is not dealt with, more people will follow suit in the future.

Strong means must be used to eradicate rape, so that some who sit on the fence who are not firm stand aware of one thing, that is - traitors will be killed without mercy!

Newspapers and papers gradually turned into a mass of black ash.

Zuo Zhong took the ashtray and came to the porthole, opened the window and dumped it to the outside. A strong sea breeze blew away the ashes and blown them into the cabin.

The curtains fluttered with the wind, and the smell of smoke dissipated quickly. He returned to the bed and sat down, tapping his fingers on the table, perfecting a certain plan little by little.

The knocking sound echoed in the empty corridor.
The stars turned from bright to dark, and the night passed quickly.

When the sun rose again, a large poster, as tall as a person, stood at the entrance of the Golden Theater at the corner of Kaizier Road and Mintiniyin Road in the French Concession.

It clearly reads: "At [-]:[-] p.m., Li Wanxiu, a famous Peking Opera actor in Beidi, will perform on stage tonight."

At the same time, major newspapers in Shanghai also reported the news. For a while, Peking Opera lovers were overjoyed and went to buy tickets one after another. The Golden Theater was crowded with people.

Li Wanxiu.

Native of Northeast China, he learned from Peking Opera master ┴ in Beiping when he was a child. After graduation, he quickly became famous and formed his own troupe, which was quite famous in the Peking Opera circle in the Republic of China.

This time, he was invited to Shanghai from the north by the Golden Grand Theater. Li Wanxiu took the train with his disciples and got off at the South Station, and temporarily stayed at the Pierre Hotel in the French Concession.

Early in the morning, Li Wanxiu went to the restaurant to have some breakfast after hanging his throat in the garden┴, and then returned to the room in a leisurely manner to prepare for the evening performance.

But as soon as he closed the door, he found a masked man in the room, who was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding a pistol in his hand.

"My friend, I have money if you want it, I just want to make money with peace."

Li Wanxiu has seen a lot after so many years of wandering around Jianghu Lake. She neither panicked nor yelled, but cupped her hands and tried in a low voice.

But the other party didn't respond, which made his heart sink, and secretly guessed whether this performance blocked other people's money, and that's why he was approached.

At this time, Liyuanxing was often entangled with gangsters, and it was not uncommon to hire murderers to hurt people, but as long as one side voluntarily backed down, the other side would not kill them all.

In the final analysis, it was all about money, and it would not be beneficial to both parties if things got serious. Li Wanxiu lowered his voice and asked again, suppressing his fear and anger.

"I don't know who does brother Taiwan work for? If he offends, Li will immediately take the young disciple away."

After a suffocating silence, the visitor took out an ID from his pocket and threw it on the ground, uttering five words.

"Do things for the country."

Li Wanxiu's heart moved, and he quickly bent down to pick up the certificate and looked at it. The full name of the Military Command Bureau was printed on the cover, and everyone in the Liyuan was surprised.

He had heard of the Military Control Bureau. The other party wiped out traitors and bombed warehouses in Beiping and Jinmen, and killed the Japanese with fear and prestige.

Today, the military commander is looking for him, is there something he needs to help?

As an actor despised by some people, Li Wanxiu put the ID card back on the coffee table respectfully with both hands, then straightened up and replied without hesitation.

"The family and the country are in trouble, and it is incumbent upon them!"

Although his voice was not loud, he was extremely firm. Yes, who would not want to do their part for the country┴the country and the nation at this time of peril.

Zuo Zhong on the sofa sighed softly, Chen Mingchu and his like took the military pay of the Guo Party and enjoyed generous treatment, and instead of serving the country┴, they treasoned the country and surrendered to the enemy.

And the opponent, a "lower class" who eats thousands of meals, has no hesitation in the face of the risk of losing his head. The performance of the two is really embarrassing.

The gap between humans is really greater than the gap between humans and animals.

Zuo Zhong slowly retracted his pistol, put his ID in his pocket, carefully kept a safe distance, and explained why he came today.

"Okay, Mr. Li"

Half an hour later, the door opened.

Zuo Zhong walked out of General Li Wanxiu's room calmly, nodded slightly to a waiter at the end of the corridor, turned around and quickly left the Pierre Hotel.

As time passed, the news of Li Wanxiu's appearance on stage began to ferment in Shanghai. It was hard to get a ticket for the performance that night, and the theater was overcrowded.

Of course, no matter how lively it is, it will never sell tickets like a little black fat man in later generations said.

After all, those who are willing to spend money to listen to Peking Opera at this time, at least the small middle class with families and businesses, will certainly not be willing to hang from the ceiling to watch operas.

In order to avoid accidents, the French Concession Patrol Office dispatched a large number of police forces to patrol nearby, and borrowed a group of people from the Public Concession due to insufficient manpower.

As the team leader, Kuang Fuan led a team of red-headed assan and Chinese plainclothes scattered around the Golden Theater, responsible for monitoring and guiding the crowd.

When the opening was approaching, several cars with plaster┴flags roared and stopped at the entrance of the theater, and several agents of No. 76 surrounded the two of them and walked into the theater.

Looking at the traitors passing by from the corner of the corner of the eye, Kuang Fu'an was puzzled, why did these people go to the theater for nothing, and who were the two who didn't show up.

Could it be a senior official of the pseudo-government?
He made the most reasonable guess, because if those two people were Japanese, they would be protected by the devil's gendarmerie, and the number 76 would not be needed.

According to the latest information obtained by the organization from the Japanese army and the high-level puppet state government, Ji is about to "return the capital" to Jinling. Could it be that these two people have something to do with this matter?
Thinking of this, Kuang Fu'an's heart skipped a beat, and he glanced back and forth among the surrounding crowd, finding many suspicious people with roe-headed rats.

But soon he overturned the conjecture just now, there are too many suspicious people, the action of No. 76 is not like protection, but like a trap.

Kuang Fu'an's mind is extremely calm at the moment, no matter whether these two people are fake government officials or other identities, the traitors must want to use them to lure someone out.

As long as it is against the Japanese and traitors, it is a friendly army.

The former captain of the underground party's red team decided to play it by ear. If someone really came to assassinate him, he would have to help no matter what.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure walking by. He seemed to have seen him when he was parting from his son "Xiaobao", but when he looked again, the other person had long since disappeared.

Not long after, the lights came on.

The Golden Grand Theater was full of fanciers and local celebrities, the muffled voices of discussions were buzzing, and the troupe and band on the stage were arranging the instruments in their hands.

Zheng Shisong sat in the middle of the first row, stretched his head and looked towards the backstage, with a smile on his face, his expression looked very excited.

Chen Mingchu on the side was a little surprised. It was the first time he had seen the other party like this. It was really incomprehensible for a spy to be so obsessed with Beijing opera.

After thinking about it, and looking at the dense crowd behind him, he felt that he should persuade Zheng Shisong that they shouldn't come to this kind of place in their capacity.

The more Chen Mingchu thought about it, the colder he felt, and he always felt that the sanctioned officers of the military command would jump out in the next second, so he quickly turned his head and whispered.

"Deputy District Chief Zheng, we are all thorns in Shancheng's eyes now, it's too dangerous for you to do this!"

"Dangerous? Why do you think No. 76 let us out?"

The smile on Zheng Shisong's face faded when he heard the words, he glanced at the other party, his tone was very disdainful, and he ignored this idiot┴ after speaking.

Wan Lilang, director of No. 76, who was in charge of "protecting" the two, and Tang Keming, director of intelligence, smiled awkwardly and pretended not to hear this sentence.

It's just that they couldn't help but wonder, everyone present knew that this was a trap, how did Chen Mingchu become a personnel commissioner, they all said that the military commanders were very well-educated, and it was nothing more than that now.

After a long time, Chen Mingchu finally came to his senses.

The Japanese and No. 76 are using him as bait!
Thinking that he would be beaten into a sieve at any time, Chen Mingchu showed panic and wanted to run away, but would No. 76 allow it? It was definitely impossible.

He has already begun to regret cooperating with the Japanese and protecting his own safety, bah, he has been protected as bait, and if he continues to protect him, he will be buried in the ground sooner or later.

Dali Tongzhen, Ding Mocun, Li Shiqun, and Hase Ryosuke, none of these 4 people has a good thing, and they are all dishonest bastards.

Chen Mingchu, who was in mourning for his concubine, sat down on his seat with a mournful face. Even the theater gradually became quiet, and he didn't notice when there was an extra person on the stage.

　Today, my good friend's daughter is 10 years old. After drinking two drinks, she has a splitting headache.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)