20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 411 Fengtian·Beheading
South Railway Annex, Red Mansion.

Na Min hung up the phone dejectedly, stood up and walked to Suo Cheng's side. He looked at the rain outside the window and suddenly sighed: "Master Suo, let's have a cigarette."

Suo Cheng was a little surprised. He lit a cigarette for him and asked, "What's going on?"

"Master Rong Wu is dead."

Suo Zheng was stunned and subconsciously glanced at the corner of the stairs. The heavy snoring of several old braids came from the second floor.

"Don't make any noise yet." Na Min looked out the window intently, "Those old guys can't help but be scared, don't make any more trouble."

Suo Qie nodded silently, then turned around, his eyes falling on the bulging beige envelope on the coffee table.

The envelope contained more than a dozen empty bullet casings, and the number exactly corresponded to the number of people in the entire Red Mansion, including Lord Belle and the assassins of the Socialist Party. The meaning was self-evident.

This letter was sent to the Red Mansion on the night Translator Tan was killed. The sender was unknown, and there was a sudden knock on the door.

Of course, with the turmoil in the Jiang family, this threat now seems more like a joke, and the old braids upstairs dismiss it, but the situation seems to be different now.

He thought for a while and asked in Japanese: "Have you got all your weapons?"

"Has Jiang Lianheng been caught?" Suo Cheng asked.

"Is the plan for the provincial capital still going ahead?" Suo Qie looked out the window again. No sign of the little beggar was found on the street. "Li Zhengxi of the Jiang family is in prison. Those little fans are scared. If they want to It’s better to go now.”

Na Min shook his head and said with some reluctance: "The Jiang family is in chaos now. It took a long time to get to this point. Lao Shanren plans to give it a last try. Lord Beile and the others have to stay first."

The sky was dim and light, and the door of the room was closed. Four Japanese ronin wearing traditional samurai robes sat side by side on chairs. They had a black three-magatama badge pinned on the left side of their chest. They all looked solemn and solemn. As if facing a formidable enemy.

"How long will it take to wait?"

Next, Miyata Ryuji called everyone to the table, discussed closely around the map on the table, and made key marks on several businesses in the annex, commercial port, and west gate.

Suo Cheng thought for a moment and then asked, "What do we need to do here?"

Miyata Ryuji sat upright, with a map of the entire provincial capital of Fengtian spread out on the mahogany table in front of him.

"Very good!" Miyata Ryuji asked again, "You have...eighteen people?"

"Seventeen." The ronin corrected him.

"No, let him run away."

"No need to do anything." Na Min replied with some helplessness, "The Laoshan people seem to be a little disappointed with the Zongshe Party, and they have decided not to use our people this time."

After the rain, the sky cleared up and it was early morning the next day.

In the investigation department office of Nantie Fengtian Office.

The plan had been finalized as early as last night, and now it was just a matter of re-confirming their respective divisions of labor and sentinel points.

The bearded rogue in the lead responded: "I got it last night."

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"Tomorrow!" Na Min said firmly, "Tomorrow will tell whether we, the Qing Dynasty, can come back."

These are all the members of the "Manchu and Mongolian Death Regiment". Although there are not many in number, they all have deep rivers and are determined to die.

Twenty minutes later, Miyata Ryuji closed the curtains in his office, stood on a chair, and for the first time took off the cover of the portrait hanging on the wall.

A middle-aged man with a young face, slightly curly hair, and a mustache jumped out in front of everyone - the portrait of Emperor Taisho!

"Plop! Plop!" Miyata Ryuuji and the four Japanese ronin immediately knelt down on the ground, crawled, and worshiped the photo of His Majesty the Emperor in military uniform!

After paying homage, Miyata Ryuuji turned around, knelt down in front of the four ronin, and solemnly ordered: "My lords, now it's your turn to serve the Emperor, the Empire, and the Black Dragon Society!"

The ronin immediately shouted: "If we cannot complete the task, we are willing to have a dissection to apologize. When the time comes, we will ask Mr. Miyata to be our intermediary!"

"I'm happy to oblige!" Miyata Ryuuji stood up and nodded heavily, "Then, please proceed as planned!"

After giving the order, the four Toyo ronin immediately got up and left the Nantetsu Fengten Office. After exiting the gate, they split up in Kasuga Town, each gathered their accomplices, and spread out in the provincial capital...

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The sky gradually became brighter.

The courtyard of Jiangzhai in the north of Chengbei was peaceful. Liu Yansheng and Zhang Zhengdong were eating breakfast quietly in the restaurant. The secret meeting between Han Xinyuan and Zhong Yushan last night did not seem to cause any turmoil in the courtyard, because today, at various checkpoints in the provincial capital, A large number of military police were suddenly stationed, and no one would stir up trouble at this time.

Nanfeng has just brought news from foreign reporters. The so-called "distinguished guest" in the provincial capital is rumored to be visiting. It turns out that General Nakamura Kakuzu of the Kanto Governor's Palace will visit Fengtian today.

Hu Xiaoyan had no appetite for breakfast. Instead, she sat in the living room and stayed by the phone.

According to Jiang Lianheng's previous statement, he should have attacked Master Rong last night. Whether it succeeded or not should be known this morning. If there is no call, it means...

"Jingle Bell--"

As soon as the phone rang, Hu Xiaoyan immediately picked up the receiver: "Hello?"

"Xiaoyan!" Jiang Lianheng's voice was urgent but very small, as if the microphone was covered with a layer of cloth.

"Did the matter get done?" Hu Xiaoyan asked eagerly, "Are you okay?"

Suddenly there was a burst of electricity in the receiver.

Jiang Lian said hurriedly: "Don't worry about this for now! Listen to me, the Zongshe Party gang wants to assassinate Zhang Laoda!"

"What?" Hu Xiaoyan quickly calmed down, "When?"

"Today, today! They are going to take action soon. Send Xifeng and the others, or whoever they want. Anyway, go and notify Lao Zhang right away. Hurry! Go!"

"Clap!"

Hu Xiaoyan immediately hung up the phone and shouted into the restaurant: "East wind, south wind!"

It was the first time that the sister-in-law's voice was so sharp and harsh. Zhang Zhengdong and Wang Zhengnan immediately rushed to the living room to stand by: "Sister-in-law, what's wrong?"

"You two immediately take two people with quick legs to find Zhang Laoda in the affiliated area and tell him that someone from the Congshe Party is going to assassinate him today!"

Wang Zhengnan turned around and ran away, while Zhang Zhengdong asked hesitantly: "Sister-in-law, what's going on at home?"

"Go!"

Hu Xiaoyan scolded her sternly, and Dongfeng rushed out of the mansion immediately.

The Jiang family and the Zongshe Party have formed a deadly feud, and there is no room for maneuver.

Although Zhang Laoge has been treating the Jiang family coldly recently, if he falls at this time, Fengtian and even the entire Guanwai will become the world of the Zongshe Party.

At that time, the Jiang family will be in a real disaster!

The lesser of two evils!
Hu Xiaoyan knew very well - Lao Zhang must be saved!
(End of this chapter)