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Zhang Xian returned to Hanyang. On the way, he bought a newspaper. The headline of the newspaper was the news of Gu Dingxin's assassination. Zhang Xian was naturally happy after seeing this news. It seemed that his mission was really successful. Within a month of his new sentence, Gu Ding went to see the King of Hell and was shot dead at home. At that time, this news was undoubtedly the greatest deterrent to those traitors who were traitors and seek glory for their country. It was also an invisible threat to the anti-Japanese soldiers and civilians. of encouragement.
Liu Zhijie, who rarely spoke to Zhang Xian, was particularly happy that day. He did not ask where Zhang Xian had been these days. That night, Liu Zhijie held a sumptuous banquet for Zhang Xian at home. At the banquet, Zhang Xian saw a newspaper beside him. It's not political, but it's very harmonious. After eating, Liu Zhijie took Zhang Xian into his bedroom and prepared to sit down and talk with him. He said that seeing Zhang Xian reminded him of his son! He told Zhang Xian that he originally had two sons. The eldest son started doing business with him in Wuhan. During the national crisis, he was invited to join the Fuxing Society Secret Service, which was also the predecessor of Juntong. He and Han Qi were very close. Unfortunately, he was killed in the Battle of Wuhan; but when it came to his youngest son, he was unwilling to say more. He just told Zhang Xian that this youngest son was the least promising and disobedient. He was killed more than ten years ago. He kicked out of the house and never came back. Zhang Xian saw two photos in his bedroom. They were two young people wearing military uniforms. One photo was relatively new and not too old. The young man on it was very heroic; while the other photo was a bit It turned yellow, and the person on it was basically a teenager, also wearing a military uniform. The difference was that the military uniform was a bit old, it was the Huangpu school uniform during the Central Plains War. However, it can be seen from these two photos that although the two people look alike, they are not the same person at all.
"This is my eldest son!" Liu Zhijie told Zhang Xian, pointing to the slightly newer photo, and then pointed to the yellowed old photo and said to him: "This is my youngest son!"
Zhang Xian looked at this little son, but felt that he seemed very familiar, especially the proud and confident look in his eyes, which immediately reminded him of Ma Wenlong. When he thought about it, the more he looked at him, the more similar he felt, and he couldn't help but ask: " Uncle Liu, what¡¯s your little son¡¯s name?¡±
Liu Zhijie glanced at him and said leisurely: "My eldest son is called Yulong, and my younger son is called Wenlong!"
"Liu Wenlong? Ma Wenlong?" Zhang Xian murmured, turning to the old man and saying: "Uncle Liu, I know a man named Ma Wenlong. He looks like your youngest son!"
Liu Zhijie was stunned. A trace of excitement suddenly flashed across his face, but then disappeared. He returned to his normal state. He turned around and lazily said: "Oh!" without asking any further questions.
Seeing that he was unwilling to mention his youngest son, Zhang Xian stopped saying more, but from this moment, the doubts in his heart had been answered.
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Zhang Xian came to Qingchuan Tea House again, and still sat on the second floor, near the door and the window. He could still see everything outside the building, and he could clearly see everyone entering and exiting the tea house and coming upstairs.
But this time, Han Qi did not show up on time, and Zhang Xian became uneasy. Did something happen to Han Qi?
He didn¡¯t dare to sit here and wait any longer, so he quickly put on his windbreaker, scarf, and top hat, finished the account and was about to leave. At this time, he heard a gunshot from outside the building, and then a commotion. He looked out through the window and saw only five or six plainclothes guys with guns on Jiangdi Avenue. A man wearing a black trench coat was being escorted past downstairs. The arrested man looked up as he passed by and looked at Zhang Xian. Seeing this person, Zhang Xian's head buzzed and suddenly got bigger! This is exactly Han Qi!
Han Qi didn't look at him much. He just nodded and looked elsewhere. He was escorted over as if he hadn't seen him. People on the roadside pointed and looked at it, as if they were seeing a lively scene. !
"What should I do? What should I do?" Zhang Xian's mind was spinning rapidly. No wonder Han Qi didn't enter this teahouse. It was obvious that he was aware of the danger and was caught when he was about to give a warning. If he came in to contact him, then he would probably You will also be arrested at this time! Thinking of this, Zhang Xian felt like he was dripping with cold sweat. "No, we have to rescue him!" Zhang Xian said to himself secretly. He understood that as long as Han Xian was taken back to the fake police station, he would definitely be dead. Even if the Japanese let him go, they would be afraid of those who are timid. The traitors will not let him go. Gu Dingxin's death is a blow to everyone, and they will definitely recognize Han Qi's identity. Han Qi is an old military commander, and it is precisely because of this that his goals are so big and he is recognized by others.
Zhang Xian walked out of the teahouse and was alert to find that the teahouse had been occupied"It's still a long way to go, forget it, I'll just wait here for a while!" Zhang Xian smiled and had already arrived in front of their car.
"You, a young man, look well-dressed and look like a young master. All you need to do is hail a rickshaw for ten coppers, and you don't have to walk!" the enthusiastic agent said again.
"Haha, doesn't that cost money?" Zhang Xiandao looked at the car, and his eyes met Han Qi who was sitting behind the car. Han Qi's hands were tied behind his back at this time, and there was a secret agent sitting next to him to watch over him. It turned out that there were only three agents in this car, one less than he expected.
¡°Don¡¯t get so close!¡± the previous agent warned him.
"Haha, is there anything else shameful in your car?" Zhang Xian was joking and deliberately put his head into the car.
The agent became anxious, threw down the cigarette butt, grabbed Zhang Xian by the collar, and pulled him in front of him. But at this moment, a dagger accurately inserted into his heart, and he was stunned for a moment. Before he could scream, the dagger was pulled out, blood spurted out, and he leaned over and fell to the ground. The other one was surprised. Before he could drop the cigarette butt in his hand, Zhang Xian's dagger had already been swung at his throat. Before he could react, his throat was cut unprepared, and his body fell down with a bang. Not a word was uttered either.
The agent in the car obviously sensed something and pushed the door open. When he saw the two corpses and tried to pull out his gun, it was already too late. Zhang Xian's pistol fired first, and the bullet penetrated his forehead. Also fell on his back.
In less than two minutes, Zhang Xian had solved three people. Even he couldn't believe himself. He secretly called out luck, but he didn't care anymore. He took out the dagger and quickly cut off the rope that tied Han Qi. rope.
"Get out of here quickly!" Han Qi was unusually sober. Before he could say anything more, he had already sat in the driver's seat and started the car.
Zhang Xian got into the car and closed the door.
The black car backed up a few steps, turned around, left the three bodies behind, and drove away from the pier, flying along the Parrot Embankment of the Yangtze River.
It was only then that Zhang Xian discovered that he was covered in blood. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com