Espionage: I became sworn brothers with Zheng Yaoxian at the beginning, and became the Seventh Broth

Chapter 423 A Series of Scams

Zhabei.

Warehouse area.

In an extremely ordinary small building, Ye Shaohong was bending over to examine a map of Shanghai.

"Jingle Bell."

The phone rang urgently, and Ye Shaohong looked up. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was full of fatigue.

"Hey!"

"Third Young Master, the plan is going smoothly, and now we have new guests arriving. Should we receive them?"

The person who called this time was Chi Tiecheng. He was also busy running around outside. When the last explosion was heard, Chi Tiecheng knew that it was time for him to take the stage.

So he couldn't wait to call Ye Shaohong.

Inquire whether the plan has changed.

Ye Shaohong pinched the space between his eyebrows, then raised his right hand to look at the markings on his watch.

"let's start."

"Remember, you only have five minutes. If anything unexpected happens, don't hesitate, evacuate immediately."

After saying that, Ye Shaohong hung up the phone without waiting for Chi Tiecheng's reply.

"It's still not chaotic enough."

"Although the plan has been successfully launched, the personnel and influence of Britain, France, Japan, and the International Settlement have all been drawn away."

"But there are still too many guards in the Zhabei warehouse district." Looking out the window at the lights shining in the Zhabei warehouse district under the cover of darkness, and the guards patrolling back and forth, Ye Shaohong's expression became even more solemn.

Let's wait and see.

"Chi Tiecheng's operation hasn't started yet. If he can't transfer the guards in the Zhabei warehouse area after he takes action, then I can only..."

A cold glint flashed in Ye Shaohong's eyes.

A flash of bloodlust and madness.

In the end, however, he carefully restrained himself, not wanting to push things too far as long as there was any chance left.

After all, the riot had already caused quite a stir and a lot of trouble for the citizens of Shanghai.

If forced to reveal his final trump card, the entire city of Shanghai might be overturned before the second Battle of Shanghai even begins.

"I wonder... how is Xu Tian doing?" Ye Shaohong murmured to himself.

…………

British Concession.

At the entrance of the Zhang Family Mansion.

As the iron gates of the mansion opened, three Ford sedans slowly drove out.

Inside the Ford sedan in the middle.

Zhang Xiaolin, one of the three leaders of the Shanghai Green Gang, stared ahead with a gloomy expression.

"Any news?"

"Who exactly orchestrated this unrest?"

Shanghai is now in complete chaos. Even Zhang Xiaolin, a gangster boss, doesn't want to leave his hideout unless there's something important to do.

But he had no choice.

These so-called three giants of Shanghai may seem glamorous, but they each have their own difficulties.

Let's not even mention Huang Jinrong and Du Asheng.

Take Zhang Xiaolin as an example. He had a lot of territory and manpower under his command, and he was also the chief detective of the Chinese police in the British concession.

His power and influence were immense.

But all of his power needs to be maintained with money.

He needed money to support his followers, maintain relationships with all sides, and feed the greedy, jackal-like hook-nosed men of the British Concession Municipal Council.

So he started an opium business.

Not long ago, Zhang Xiaolin received a phone call from a director of the British Concession Municipal Council while he was at home.

The other party asked him to assist in investigating the mastermind behind the kidnapping and bombing.

Otherwise, they would send people to investigate his opium business.

This completely hit Zhang Xiaolin where it hurt. In order to maintain his status as one of the three bigwigs in Shanghai, even if he didn't want to, he had to take on this hot potato.

After hanging up the phone, he contacted his disciples and ordered them to mobilize all their manpower to gather information.

Several hours passed, but there was still no news.

The important figures in the Municipal Council were getting impatient.

Zhang Xiaolin had no choice but to leave the house where he was hiding and head to the police station to make arrangements himself.

"No news yet."

"Master, those people have caused quite a commotion this time. Should we really get involved?"

In the passenger seat, a man in his early thirties with a buzz cut frowned, first responding, then hesitating briefly before asking another question.

“I know this is a complicated matter.” “Besides us, there are only a few other forces that dare to stir up trouble in Shanghai on their own.”

“But I had to take action, otherwise the Municipal Council would not let me off the hook.”

Zhang Xiaolin sighed softly. Although he had begun to secretly collude with the Japanese and was showing signs of surrendering, he had not yet made his stance clear.

He was also wavering, trying to gain more benefits.

But forced by circumstances, he still made his choice.

Just as the two were talking, three Ford cars drove out of the mansion street and into the bustling downtown area of ​​the British concession.

"boom!"

A gunshot suddenly rang out.

In the Ford sedan Zhang Xiaolin was riding in, the driver suddenly jolted and slumped onto the steering wheel. Cars of that era didn't have brakes on their steering wheels.

When driving normally, it takes a lot of effort to control the rotation of the steering wheel.

The driver was shot and killed. His prone body immediately caused the vehicle to deviate from its normal course and break away from the defensive cover of the two vehicles in front and behind.

"No, there are assassins!"

The middle-aged man with a buzz cut, who had just been talking to Zhang Xiaolin, exclaimed in surprise and immediately bent over and lay down.

As his voice rose and fell, the old Ford sedan had already sped recklessly through the bustling streets and crashed head-on into the shops on the side of the road.

Zhang Xiaolin is getting old, and his skills are not what they used to be.

The two bodyguards sitting beside him were quite skilled, but the assassination came too suddenly. They only had time to raise their hands to protect Zhang Xiaolin's body and press his head down.

Then the force of the car crashing into the roadside shop came crashing in.

Zhang Xiaolin immediately let out a painful wail.

When he looked up again, there was a wound four or five centimeters long on his forehead and temple.

Blood had already blinded him.

Fortunately.

Fortunately, at that moment, the middle-aged man sitting in the passenger seat also realized what was happening. He first looked up and cautiously glanced out the car window.

After confirming that there were no gunmen around, he immediately turned around and looked at Zhang Xiaolin.

"Master, get off the bus first."

"We'll protect you and get you out of here first."

After saying that, the middle-aged man with a buzz cut turned around and opened the car door. The bodyguard next to Zhang Xiaolin in the back seat also obediently opened the car door.

Just as the middle-aged man got out of the car first, and Zhang Xiaolin's bodyguard was about to pull Zhang Xiaolin out of the car, a cry of surprise suddenly rang out.

"Get back in the car!"

"Quick, there's a bomb!"