Espionage codename: Shen Gongbao

Eight o'clock.

Zhaofeng Nightclub in western Shanghai.

The cold wind howled.

Two rows of heavily armed Japanese soldiers stood at the entrance, their bayonets gleaming coldly under the streetlights.

With this protective umbrella, the traitors in Shanghai had even more confidence to revel.

From time to time, high-ranking officials of the Wang Jingwei regime would come and go with their wives and mistresses adorned with jewels.

A black Ford sedan came to a steady stop at the bottom of the steps.

The car door opened.

Chen Mingchu and He Xingjian walked down the stairs, chatting and laughing.

"Old Chen, this place is pretty wild, much better than that godforsaken place in Pudong. We're going to have some fun tonight."

Chen Mingchu rubbed his gloved hands together and nodded repeatedly.

"Brother Tianfeng is right. Things are tense lately, so it's rare to get out and get some fresh air."

on the steps.

Wang Tianmu and several of his men quickly came to greet them.

"Brother Tianfeng, Brother Chen!"

Wang Tianmu clasped his hands in a fist salute, his face beaming with smiles.

He Xingjian glanced warily at the unfamiliar faces behind Wang Tianmu, and pointed with his cigar-pinched finger: "Brother Wang, who are these people?"

Wang Tianmu turned to the side and began to introduce the product in a generous manner.

"Let me introduce you, this is my private bodyguard."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the burly Ma Hetu.

"This is my former adjutant, Ma Hetu."

"When I fell out with Zhao Lijun, Xiao Ma followed me. They were both staunch anti-Dai fighters."

"He usually accompanied me to No. 76 as a servant, and I knew Director Chen."

Ma and Tu stepped forward and bowed respectfully to the two men.

"Commander He, Director Chen!"

Chen Mingchu glanced at Ma Hetu and nodded with a smile: "Brother Tianfeng, don't worry. These guys are always around No. 76. If there were any problems, Directors Ding and Li would probably be dead hundreds of times over by now."

Wang Tianmu followed up with a smile, "Brother Tianfeng is still so cautious."

"I've already booked the best private room on the second floor. Tonight, the three of us brothers will listen to music and watch dancing until we're completely drunk."

Seeing that even the old fox Chen Mingchu wasn't flustered, He Xingjian realized he had nothing to be afraid of.

He immediately raised his hand and laughed.

"Then I'll gladly accept your offer. Tonight, we old brothers will drink until we drop."

The group walked in in a grand procession.

The accompanying bodyguards immediately dispersed and became vigilant.

Ma Hetu, who was at the back of the group, exchanged a glance with Yue Qingjiang and Ding Baoling beside him.

Chen Gongshu's order was very clear.

Assassination is important, but it is equally important that they leave alive.

The later you act, the better.

Only when night falls and the patrols of Japanese soldiers, 76th Division agents, and police slow down.

The chances of survival only increase significantly after an assassination is successful.

Ma Hetu lowered his head and silently touched the cold holster at his waist.

The gun was loaded with bullets.

Tonight is destined to be a night of bloodshed.

……

On the other side, the Huxi Grand Ballroom.

The ballroom was brightly decorated.

Today is Christmas Eve, and red and green decorations are hung everywhere.

In the center of the dance floor.

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