289 Albert Road.

Here, it used to be the Shanghai District Headquarters of the Military Command Bureau.

Here, we have experienced successive bloody battles in Shanghai.

Here, thousands of troops from Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai were once commanded.

But now, this place has become the second office of the pseudo-agent headquarters and a detention center.

The Japanese military police originally also took a fancy to this place.

However, under Li Shiqun's insistence, it still became No. 76's industry.

Meng Shaoyuan was very familiar with every plant and tree here.

There were two outposts there.

There are the locations of four secret sentries.

There, there was a breakfast stall before, and there was a submachine gun under the stall.

It's great to be able to come back here.

There is a barber shop nearby.

Every big city has a barber shop.

In every big city hair salon, there must be a little Su Bei.

Those who can open a barber shop have generally lived in this city for many years.

Xiao Subei on Albert Road is no exception.

He has been in Shanghai for twenty years. From being an apprentice, to carrying the burden of shaving hair, he went around looking for business, and then rented this store and started a family.

His best youth was dedicated to Shanghai.

He would often shave his customers' heads and brag about it at the same time.

Bragging that he had shaved the head of a certain big shot.

Someone deliberately killed his army: "Xiao Su Bei, you always say that you shaved the head of this person and that person. The 'Pan Tianhu' who used to be the military commander was here. Have you shaved his head?"

"I've shaved it, why haven't I shaved it?" Xiao Su Bei showed off when he heard it: "Pan Tianhu recognized me as the head shaver for him, but every time he sent someone to ask me to come and shave his head. He liked me to do it for him.

Knife, back knock, every time it was done, the money given was extraordinarily large.

Others say he is very cruel, but he is a good man, a very good man."

"Shh, little Su Bei, don't talk nonsense now. This is No. 76's territory now."

Every time he thinks of Pan Tianhu, Xiao Su Bei always looks a little lonely.

He still misses his old life.

Early in the morning, a little drizzle started to fall from the sky.

It's too early, and it's raining again, so business is bound to not be good today.

But just as Xiao Su Bei finished his last bite of breakfast, three customers came into the store.

The one who came in first was wearing a black three-piece suit, a black top hat, and a black windbreaker.

As soon as he came in, he said: "Boss, shave your head."

Little Su Bei was holding an empty bowl and was stunned.

He couldn't believe that he could actually hear this voice again.

To the Japanese and those traitors, this voice is the voice of the King of Hell.

But for pure Chinese people, and for little Su Bei, there is nothing more kind than this.

That is:

The public enemy of Japan, the most powerful agent on the surface, Meng Shaoyuan!

Meng Shaoyuan took off his hat and smiled: "It's too early, don't you want to do business?"

"Do it, do it, why not do it!"

Xiao Su Bei quickly put down the bowl, and his voice became a little trembling: "You don't have to do other people's business, but I must do boss's business. Boss, please sit down."

He suddenly thought of something: "I'll close the door."

He was afraid that Agent 76, who was nearby, would suddenly break in.

"Open it, just open it wide." Meng Shaoyuan took off his windbreaker again, handed it to Li Zhifeng, and sat down: "I've already gone home, why don't I dare to open the door?"

"Hey, okay, okay."

Little Su Bei never dreamed that he would have the opportunity to shave Pan Tianhu's head.

"Look, look."

As soon as he picked up the scissors, Xiao Su Bei regained his composure. He was pruning like a master in this industry and said:

"My hair, I haven't been allowed to do it for a long time. Now I'm not fashionable at all. I don't care about my appearance. The boss is a person of status, and my hair is very important."

"So, I didn't come to find you?" Meng Shaoyuan completely handed himself over to Xiao Su Bei.

Little Su Bei skillfully trimmed his hair.

His wife also came out and stood aside, quietly looking at this old customer of the store.

Once they were done, Xiao Subei's wife quickly poured hot water and helped wash her hair.

She also asked cautiously:

"Boss Meng, are you back?"

"came back!"

Meng Shaoyuan's words made Xiao Su Bei and his wife's eyes turn red.

A whole set of procedures, in Xiao Su Bei's hands, made Meng Shaoyuan as comfortable as he could.

He is very skilled at shaving his face, shaving his eyelids, and playing with the knife.

Her hair was neatly styled with hair wax, and paired with a new haircut, it really looked like a foreign style.

After another slap on the back, Meng Shaoyuan almost fell asleep so early in the morning.

Finally, Xiao Su Bei patted Meng Shaoyuan on the back: "Boss, that's it."

"Comfortable, comfortable."

Meng Shaoyuan stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. The more he looked at himself, the more satisfied he became.

"Boss, please put on your clothes."

Little Subei's wife took the coat from Li Zhifeng's hand and helped Meng Shaoyuan put it on.

Just when Meng Shaoyuan was about to take out the money from his pocket, Xiao Su Bei said hurriedly: "Boss, this time, no matter what, I will honor you. I know that when I come back, I will do something big. I am also a Chinese. I

If I don't have that much talent, I can just shave my head.

In the past, I always gave you more. This time, no matter what, treat me as a filial piety to you."

"good!"

Meng Shaoyuan did not insist: "There will be big noise at No. 289 in a while, don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid of my own people, why should I be afraid?"

"goodbye!"

Meng Shaoyuan stepped out.

It's still raining outside.

Li Zhifeng and Su Junwen followed him holding umbrellas.

Little Su Bei stared at his back blankly, switching from Shanghai dialect to Subei dialect:

"Honey, the spicy piece belongs to his mother. Those traitors will be in trouble."

…

The rain is still falling.

Under the umbrella, Meng Shaoyuan lit a cigarette.

When a cigarette was halfway smoked, two groups of people appeared on both sides at the same time.

They walked towards here leisurely.

Behind him, more people suddenly appeared.

Those are Zhao Yun and Xiahou Dun, here they are!

When they walked in front of Meng Shaoyuan, neither of them spoke.

The group of people they brought stood silently in the rain.
To be continued...