On a large open land on the shore of Dang Lake, there are rows of bungalows mixed with bamboo and wood. There are hotels, restaurants, opium dens, casinos, brothels... everything.

For a time, as more than fifty men came ashore, they were drinking, guessing, and having fun in each room, and women were making cooing and flirting sounds, accompanied by screams...

In one of the large rooms, there was a square table in the center of the room. Hou Wang and a dozen of his good brothers were sitting around, pushing pai gow bets. The room was filled with smoke, heavy smoke, dry smoke, leaf smoke and other chaotic atmosphere.

One breath.

…

The night is dark.

The rain is still falling and it seems to have no intention of stopping.

In a small room on the shore, there was no light, and there were seven or eight black figures lurking in the darkness. They were the people on the small speed boat that followed the fleet into the lake.

Each of them was dressed in black as a nocturnal person, with colorful paint on their cheeks. Each of them had a shell gun on his waist, and a cold iron short saber on his back. It was slender and sharp, and the blade was cold and bloodthirsty.

At this time, a motor boat sailed in from the direction of the Qiantang River connection and slowly parked under a big tree near the pier.

After a while, more than a dozen black figures came down from the boat, braved the rain and came ashore to the dark room. Then a nimble figure jumped out of the back window, and then everyone entered.

The room was suddenly crowded. Fortunately, it was raining and the weather was much cooler, but I still felt short of breath.

"Are you a lynx?"

"I am, are you a poisonous insect?"

"Um…"

After seeing the visitor clearly, the leaders of both parties greeted each other.

The night is dark, and everyone is dressed in black, with paint on their cheeks. Generally, they cannot see each other's faces, but they can clearly understand each other's code names and postures, so as to determine the identity of the visitor.

"The master has an order to take action after midnight, so I will lead my team to support you!" Du Chong did not hesitate, explained his purpose in a low voice, and told the other party the order he had received word for word.

In the darkness, the voices of both parties were low and humming, hiding everything in the room airtightly.

After hearing what the other party said, Shanmao was stunned, "Kill everyone on the boat? What about Zhuo Mudiao? We don't know him. What if we accidentally hurt him?"

"Don't worry, Zhuo Muniao knows that we will take action tonight. He is very smart and won't be on the boat after midnight." Poisonous Insect replied.

"Well, that's true!" Shanmao hesitated for a while and then asked:

"We are not going to blow up the ship. We are going to drag the arms fleet away. What if the Shanghai army finds out and chases us? They have a total of more than 70 men and guns, and we are only 20 people. We will not be able to escape from the entanglement."

"Hey, don't worry! After we left the Wuli River in Danghu, there were two shallow-water gunboats parked on the river to meet us. This is the plan. We can't control so much. Everyone divides the work and acts in unison. We can't make any noise. These arms

It was worth a lot of money, it would be a pity if it exploded!"

A sinister smile appeared on the corner of Poisonous Insect's mouth.

The lynx nodded in agreement.

…

The time and space pointer has passed midnight and entered the night.

It was a quiet night in early summer, except for the sound of raindrops in the sky like a lullaby. People had already fallen asleep and the sentry on the ship had just been changed.

In a quiet place, human vision and hearing will be more acute, but the sound of raindrops confuses everything, as if God is deliberately concealing something.

Suddenly, there was a slight movement, the sound slowed down, and more than twenty figures were like ghosts, slowly approaching the fleet.

They took advantage of the fog cover in the rain and first approached the sentry post on the ship's deck. Their sabers were unsheathed. A cold light flashed, and the figure with a gun in his hand slowly fell down. The second one, the third one...

Until all the light and dark sentries on each ship are killed.

The nimble figures in black clothes with graffiti faces were seen moving quickly outside the cabin window, but they heard a slight sound, which was the sound of a cold weapon scratching on the glass window.

The window was pried open, and a nimble figure jumped out of the inner window. His footsteps were very light, and it sounded like he was well-trained.

The saber was unsheathed, a cold light flashed, and a liquid sprayed on the cabin board.

When the operators on each boat raised their thumbs, the leader of the poisonous insects made a gesture, and the men in black lifted the anchors one after another, using only poles to prop up the boats, and slowly floated the fleet away from the dock and towards the center of the lake. Go and gradually disappear into the heavy mist.

…

The next morning.

The sky is bright and clear, God still takes good care of everyone, the rain has stopped!

"Get up quickly, it's your turn to change your sentry!" an officer shouted.

There was a burst of gunfire, and a dozen Shanghai soldiers ran dizzy to the pier and took a closer look, "Huh? Where is the boat? Ma... the boat has escaped..."

"Oh no, the fleet has disappeared..."

"..."

Then came the sound of "bang bang..." gunshots and angry shouts.

"Report to the Captain..."

The sergeant major on duty ran into Hou Wang's lounge, and the smell of blood rushed towards him. The two captains of the Shanghai Army's special service brigade died on the bed. Their necks were wiped with a sharp knife, and their heads hung upside down on the edge of the bed. Only one was left. The layers of skin are connected together, and the appearance is very scary.

However, Hou Wang's bed was empty, but the person was missing. It was unclear whether he had been kidnapped or escaped.

…

Lang Yikun, captain of the Shanghai Army's Special Operations Brigade, was sitting at Jinshanwei Pier and had been waiting for news about the arms since that afternoon.

It was approaching evening, and the spies sent out reported back that there was no sign of the fleet, and no reliable news had been received.

He was so anxious that he didn't even bother to eat, and made a fuss in the dock office while throwing glasses and swearing.

With a "pop..." sound, Lang Yikun took out his pistol and slammed it on the table.

"Damn it, who came to report yesterday that the fleet waiting to be escorted by the captain has arrived near Danghu in front of Hangzhou Bay?"

He stood up, and under the twilight, his tall and strong body immediately blocked half of the light in the room.

He asked coldly and sternly, so frightened that the detective squad leader standing in front of him became weak in the knees.

"Plop..." With a sound, the squad leader straightened up and knelt down.

"Captain, I reported it. Yesterday evening, I received news from Danghu that the fleet encountered a heavy rainstorm. They rested in Danghu for one night, lifted anchor early this morning, and then returned to Jinshanwei Pier."

"From Danghu, walk along the coastline to Jinshanwei Pier. According to navigation calculations, it is a hundred miles of waterway. There has been no rain all day today. According to normal calculations, they should arrive before four o'clock in the afternoon at the latest, but now it is close to six o'clock. There is still no trace, something might have happened." A staff officer muttered beside him.

Needless to say!

The coldness in Lang Yikun's eyes was getting deeper and deeper.

The detective squad leader was asked by Lang Yikun, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. His lips were trembling, and his face was already pale with fright.

The arms fleet is related to the overall situation of the Shanghai army.

"Report…"
Chapter completed!