The content of Dai Li's letter is very simple. Regarding the reconstruction of Nanjing Station, he will hand over all the reconstruction matters to Lin Xiaotang. The military command will also give full support. Considering the special characteristics of Nanjing, he will send a cadre to personally guide and assist Lin Xiaotang in completing the reconstruction.

work, making the Nanjing Station a poisonous thorn buried in the heart of the enemy. Of course, in the letter, Dai Li also indirectly mentioned the importance he attached to Lin Xiaotang. Regarding the next step of cooperation between the two parties, he would send a special person to contact Lin Xiaotang later. The purpose

, both parties know it well, and there is no need to explain it anymore.

After reading the letter, Lin Xiaotang immediately burned it and asked Liu Chengfeng to bring a message to Wang Tianmu, "The letter has been received and I will leave for Nanjing soon!"

After sending Liu Chengfeng away, Lin Xiaotang suddenly felt much lighter all over. The days of running around and going through life and death seemed to have become worthwhile. Dai Li is a smart man, and he could immediately understand the meaning of Lin Xiaotang's goodwill signal, not to mention that

This cooperation will be of no harm to him. The only possible variable is that he doesn't understand Lin Xiaotang very well.

In other words, after the reconstruction of Nanjing Station, Dai Li must have had the idea of ​​reaping the benefits, but Lin Xiaotang was not a fool. He had done this once and would never do it a second time.

From this point of view, Lin Xiaotang should indeed be "grateful" to Yuan Jianfeng.

Shanghai has been calm in recent days. Zhang Xiaolin's series of actions were carried out in secret, and the market is still peaceful and peaceful. Early the next morning, Lin Xiaotang issued an order to snipe Zhang Xiaolin's transportation channel with all his strength through the Dragon King's pre-arranged communication channel. He firmly believed that,

In less than a week, the whole of Shanghai will be in chaos, and of course this is limited to the underground world.

Within three days, the things that Lin Xiaotang ordered Guo Zhui and Lin Huaibu to do came to light one after another. In view of the huge difference in strength between Lin Xiaotang and Zhang Xiaolin, the counterattack plan drawn up by Lin Xiaotang highlighted the three words "quick, accurate and ruthless".

Already, every move will directly target Zhang Xiaolin's vital point. Although it cannot kill him yet, it will at least make him feel a fatal threat and he will not dare to act rashly from now on.

To this end, Lin Xiaotang and two brothers who knew lathe skills hid in a small factory owned by Wan Molin, and worked for two days, and finally the required mobile equipment was completed.

On the tenth day of the first lunar month, Shanghai is still immersed in the festive atmosphere. Although it is getting late, brilliant fireworks still burst out from time to time over the city, and the sound of firecrackers continues day and night.

The Lujia Stone Bridge in the south of the French Concession is the intersection of the French Concession and the Public Concession. The south of the bridge belongs to the Public Concession, and the north of the bridge is under the jurisdiction of the French Concession. The Lujia Stone Bridge is erected on a small tributary of the Huangpu River. On both sides of the river are

The residents here are scattered and dilapidated bungalows that do not fall under the jurisdiction of any region. For them, Shanghai is close at hand but far away.

Zhang Xiaolin chose this neglected place as the storage place for his tobacco, opium and arms.

The warehouse is just north of Lujia Shiqiao, a large open space away from the slums. It was originally the location of Shanghai Xinsheng Textile Factory. Later, it was taken over by Zhang Xiaolin, but it was not managed well. Later, it was simply converted into a warehouse. Anyway, the factory here is idle

It was also idle. Zhang Xiaolin arranged for fifty people to guard here. In addition, it was only a five-minute drive from the Central House in the Public Concession and the Huisi House in the French Concession. Therefore, Zhang Xiaolin believed that placing the goods here was foolproof.

The guards had to stick to their posts during the Spring Festival, so they were naturally full of complaints, but at least the boss prepared good wine and food, and also let everyone rest in shifts, which finally appeased their dissatisfaction.

After arranging the night duty, the guard leader finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to take a nap, he heard a "pop" sound outside, followed by several dull groans. He jumped up from the bed with a start and pulled out his hair.

Qiang ran outside and met a subordinate head-on, "Brother, it's not good, there was a sneak attack, and several of the brothers patrolling outside were killed!"

The leader hurriedly called his subordinates in the warehouse to get up and be alert. He hurriedly picked up the phone receiver and quickly dialed the number of the police station in the central part of the public concession.

"Hey! Patrol room? This is the Xinsheng Textile Factory. We were attacked here. You..."

Before he finished speaking, the police officer over there hung up the phone as if he were avoiding the god of plague.

The leader was so worried that he was sweating on his forehead, and he quickly called the French Concession Hui Division Office. This time, the other party agreed quite happily. He just said one sentence, which almost made the leader collapse to the ground, "No problem, we will definitely rush."

In the past, it only took about an hour, but today there are many people on the street and there is a traffic jam!"

Listening to the busy signal on the phone, cold sweat covered the leader's back. He quickly dialed the number of Zhang Xiaolin's residence. But before the call was answered, there was no sound on the phone. It was obvious that the phone line had been cut off.

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At this time, Lin Xiaotang had already thrown the Kar98 sniper rifle equipped with a silencer of his own design to Lin Huaibu. He had killed all the patrolling people outside in one go. Originally, the job of a sniper was very suitable.

Huo Yan, but he is still recovering from his injuries, so Lin Xiaotang has no choice but to go into battle himself.

Lin Huaibu took the sniper rifle, his eyes suddenly shone, and he couldn't put it down and caressed it up and down. He looked like an old pervert who suddenly saw a beautiful woman throwing himself into his arms. Lin Xiaotang rolled his eyes at him, "Be careful, this guy is...

Gold is precious, and bullets are even more valuable, so don’t shoot secretly!"

Lin Huaibu smiled flatteringly, stretched out two fingers, "Boss, just shoot twice!"

Lin Xiaotang punched him in the chest angrily, "As you said, just shoot twice. If you can't hit the target with two shots, don't worry about my baby anymore!"

Lin Huaibu saluted with a military salute and said, "Just take a look!"

Having lost all foreign aid and contact channels, the leader was desperate and had to order his men to do their best to stop the attack by Lin Xiaotang and others. At this time, firecrackers suddenly burst out in the slums, and the deafening sound resounded through the sky, completely covering all the people in the factory.

sound.

The best weapon in the hands of the escorts was the Type 38 rifle. Facing Lin Xiaotang's group of professional soldiers who were equipped with automatic weapons, they were no match for them. After a while, most of them were wiped out, and the remaining people saw

The momentum was not right, so he quickly dropped his weapons and surrendered. The leader was shot in the head by Lin Huaibu, and he could no longer die.

Lin Xiaotang ordered his men to drag all the corpses out of the warehouse, and tied all the surrendered people to the trees outside the warehouse. Everyone was tied tightly, and a piece of rag was stuffed in their mouths. After careful counting,

Lin Xiaotang and others suddenly took a breath of cold air as they looked at the items in the warehouse.

The two warehouses were actually filled with boxes of opium and tobacco. After a rough calculation, the value was estimated to be around three million. There were also several boxes of arms, but the quality was not very good and they were all obsolete.

Lin Xiaotang looked at the model number and ordered his men to carry a box of American-made grenades into the car.

Guo Zhui looked at Lin Xiaotang while holding the gasoline barrel, "Boss, is this really going to burn? This is real money!"

Lin Xiaotang gritted his teeth, "What else can we do if we don't burn it? Transport it away? How can we have so much time? If you hold this thing in your hand, it will be a disaster sooner or later. Burn it clean to avoid harming others. By the way, remember to move out two boxes.

Put it in a conspicuous place, the patrol room has helped so much, we have to express our disapproval!"

The sparks in Lin Xiaotang's hand flew out and landed on the wooden box covered with gasoline. The flames were like a dragon escaping from trouble and instantly occupied the warehouse. At this time, the sound of firecrackers in the direction of the slums gradually stopped, and the remaining

, only this growing flame in the darkness illuminates the black sky.

At the same time, Ma Qixiang appeared at the Huizhong Hotel on the Bund. He was wearing a dark suit and a mustache. He was sitting leisurely on the sofa in the lobby, holding a newspaper in his hand, but his eyes glanced at the door from time to time.

direction.

The clock struck eleven o'clock at midnight, and Ma Qixiang's eyes suddenly lit up. Five people walked in at the door. In the middle was a bald middle-aged man, hugging a charming woman wearing a cheongsam. His steps were a little frivolous. It seemed that he was

A little drunk, the two of them laughed and joked as if no one was watching, and were surrounded by three bodyguards.

Ma Qixiang glanced at a waiter at the entrance of the corridor not far away. The waiter understood, turned around and ran upstairs.

The bald middle-aged man walked to the elevator entrance with his arms around the charming woman. Two of the three bodyguards were guarding him, while one stood in front of the bald middle-aged man and waited for the elevator.

Two minutes later, the elevator arrived at the first floor. The bodyguard opened the elevator door and escorted the bald middle-aged man into the elevator. Other guests also wanted to get in, but were arbitrarily blocked by the two bodyguards who entered last.

The elevator moved slowly upwards, and a big hand of the bald middle-aged man had already reached into the woman's cheongsam without restraint, which made the woman giggle. The bodyguards looked at each other and smiled.

The elevator stopped on the fifth floor. Before the bodyguard could open the door, two men in black suddenly appeared in front of the door. They raised the pistols with silencers in their hands with cold eyes and fired expressionlessly.

The muzzle of the gun flickered frequently, and blood splattered everywhere.

At the same time, at the Tongfa large bathhouse on Haig Road in the French Concession, Fatty Shen swung his big and fat body, said hello to the bath guy, and walked out of the bath room humming a tune, the lenses on his eyes were

It sparkled under the dim light, and the lenses looked a little blurry due to the steam.

Fatty Shen jumped into the bathtub with the highest water temperature, and immediately let out a comfortable moan. It was almost midnight, and there were no other guests in the bathtub. There was only one person in the other bathtub behind Fatty Shen, leaning against the bathtub.

A guest was lying on the wall, his face covered with a white towel, as if he was dozing off. At the door of the bathing hall, two people stood with towels wrapped around their waists, guns on their backs, and cigarettes in their hands, chatting.

Suddenly, there was a noise outside the bathroom, which woke up the man covered with a white towel. He raised his head, took off the towel, and raised his chin to the two people at the door with a look of confusion on his face, motioning them to go out and take a look.

But after a while, the two of them still didn't turn around. The man was a little surprised, and then he stood up and wanted to go out. At this time, Fatty Shen turned around and smiled at the man, "Changshan Ah Wu, you're all right!"

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When the man saw Fatty Shen's face clearly, he exclaimed, "Glasses!" and immediately went to grab his gun holster on the edge of the bath.

Fatty Shen didn't move at all. He raised his left eyebrow and dropped the lens. He reached out to catch it. He touched it with his finger and raised his hand, and the lens flashed out with cold light.

As if he had been struck by lightning, the man stood frozen in the bathtub, holding the gun holster in his hand, and kept making "hooho" sounds from his mouth.

The lens was embedded in his throat.

Fatty Shen jumped out of the bath, walked to his side, reached out and pulled out the lens, blood spurted out, Fatty Shen pushed lightly, and the man's body fell into the bath.
Chapter completed!