When he pushed open the door and saw the consul sitting on his back, Bai Yunfei greeted, "Sir Consul." The other party still did not respond.

Bai Yunfei vaguely felt something was wrong. He walked forward a few steps and saw the consul's hanging hands motionless, and his heart seemed to be suddenly grabbed by an invisible hand. At the same time, a gunshot came from outside the door. The gunshot shattered Bai Yunfei's previous optimistic expectations and also made him realize the reality in front of him in a short time. This was a situation. When he planned to launch a full-scale attack on the Japanese interest group represented by Ryoko Matsuyuki, someone had carefully dug a big hole for him here.

There was a cry for help from outside. Bai Yunfei immediately locked the door of the study from inside, and then ran to the dead consul. He picked up a revolver from his feet. There were five bullets in the pistol. The missing bullet should be inside the consul's body. Bai Yunfei did not carry a weapon before entering the consul's residence. He was sure that it was this pistol that took the life of the consul. The planner carefully planned every step, and everything here pointed the suspect of murdering the consul at himself. Bai Yunfei could not defend himself.

Although he didn't want to pick up this gun, the pistol was now his only weapon to fight back. Bai Yunfei sighed inwardly that the planner's exquisite layout was. He lifted a corner of the curtain and saw several light beams flashing outside. Ambushed outside the window had been arranged. If he jumped into the window and escaped, he would definitely be the target of public criticism.

Bai Yunfei heard the sound of a collision with the door outside, and someone shouted: "Bai Yunfei, you'd better surrender, otherwise there's only one way to die."

Bai Yunfei frowned, looked at the revolver, and finally gave up the urge to break out of a bloody path and escape. Reason told him that the possibility of rushing out alive under the heavy siege was very small. Bai Yunfei was used to swords and swords, so he calmly analyzed his situation and made a quick decision. He wanted to surrender and kill the German consul was a serious crime.

Tonight, people who design to deal with themselves may not really put themselves to death. They just want to eradicate their own power and replace their position in the concession. Leave the green mountains without fear of being burned, as long as they can save their lives, they will not have the opportunity to find out the truth and take revenge.

Bai Yunfei said loudly: "I surrender!" He threw away his pistol, and before throwing it down, he specially wiped all the traces on it with his long gown. Under the current situation, he had only one bet, which was to bet on luck and bet on life. If a person dies, he will have no luck. Looking back on the years he has gone through, although he is thrilling, his luck has always been pretty good.

Bai Yunfei opened the door and heard the sound of pulling the bolt outside. Perhaps he would die under the spurt.

Fortunately, this scene did not happen. More than a dozen black cave guns were aimed at him. Bai Yunfei raised his hands, his expression was light and light, just like walking in the garden. His figure was a little short among the tall and large foreign patrolmen, but his aura was not weak at all. His eyes swept over everyone present and finally frozen on the butler with a sad face. The butler's eyes did not dare to face him head-on.

The sheriff York, who led the team, came over like a fierce and yelled: "Cut up!"

Bai Yunfei cooperated to stretch out his hands, watching the policeman clasped his hands, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He won the bet again, at least he escaped the misfortune of being shot to death on the spot. It seemed that the other party did not make up his mind to put him to death. Bai Yunfei looked at the group of people quietly and silently remembered everyone in his heart. He secretly swore that as long as he participated in the frame-up today, everyone would die.

Bai Yunfei walked past York, stopped for a while, and whispered: "Sheriff, can I be sentenced to lightly if I plead guilty?"

York looked at Bai Yunfei, with a hint of sympathy in his eyes: "That depends on the judge's ruling."

A person who lives by committing crimes should understand some laws. Bai Yunfei knew that whether he admitted his guilt or not, he would be dead. Under the hostage of two live ammunition, Bai Yunfei sat in the back seat of the car. After the car started, he made a small request: "Can you give me a cigarette?"

The two policemen looked at each other and Bai Yunfei said, "I have silver coupons in my wallet. You can take them all, just give me a cigarette."

One of the policemen was finally moved by him. He reached out to fumble on Bai Yunfei for a while, found his wallet, took out a stack of silver dollar coupons from his wallet, and was immediately overjoyed. Then he took out a cigarette from his arms and approached Bai Yunfei's lips. Bai Yunfei held it with his mouth. The policemen took out a match to light it. Bai Yunfei sucked two mouths and sprayed a thick cloud of smoke. The policemen who choked the cigarette couldn't help but cough. At this moment, Bai Yunfei raised his handcuffed fists and hit the cigarette lighter's jaw, which made the policemen lean back and his head suddenly hit the car window glass.

The policeman behind him raised his gun, but was hit by Bai Yunfei's powerful elbow with a powerful elbow. Then Bai Yunfei grabbed his right hand holding the gun with both hands, bulging! He shot the roof of the car with one shot. The policeman sitting on the passenger seat hurriedly turned around to support his companion, but was shot in the chest with the second shot. The policeman who had just lit a cigarette for Bai Yunfei was dizzy in the car window, and woke up a little and was about to fit in and pounce on him.

Bai Yunfei grabbed the pistol tightly with his handcuffed hands, pressed his body against the patrolman behind him, raised his feet and kicked the policeman who was about to rush to the policeman. The policeman's burly body was kicked back with all his strength and fell backward again by Bai Yunfei kicking and hitting the door behind him. The door that was hit twice finally could not bear the pressure and opened outward. The patrolman lost the support of the door behind him and screamed and leaned back. The car speed did not decrease. The open door was hit by the telephone pole next to the road. This collision caused the door to be closed again, and the heavy door hit the policeman's head.

After passing through the telephone pole, the door opened again in the bumps, and the blood-bloated policeman rolled down from the opening door.

Bai Yunfei and the patrolman behind him fought for control of the pistol. Bullets in the gun chamber were scattered everywhere. A grenade unfortunately hit the back of the driver's head. Blood and brain matter were sprayed on the windshield. The driver's pierced head fell down and pressed against the steering wheel. The car horn made a harsh sound.

The car that suddenly lost control was like a wild horse. It first hit the car of a companion in front from the side, then rushed to the long bridge in front, breaking the guardrail of the long bridge. In the night, the headlights drew an inclined downward trajectory. When the car fell into the surface of the Haihe River, it splashed a large piece of snow-white waves.

All the vehicles responsible for escorting the suspect quickly gathered at the gap in the bridge, and watched the car sinking little by little under the water.

It was midnight, and the lights were still on in the Japanese concession Ueno Bookstore. The owner of the bookstore, Toshiko Fujino, sat cross-legged under the lamp reading glasses, and his old friend Shingotsuki arrived.

Toshito Fujino knew that something must have happened, otherwise this old friend would never come to disturb his purity at this time. Although Ryuichi Fujigo is one of the four masters of the Xuanyang Club and is highly respected in the Xuanyang Club, he maintains an extremely respectful attitude towards the small owner of the Tianjin Concession Bookstore.

Toshito Fujino is not a member of the Qianyang Club. His relationship with the club is very mysterious and he maintains friendly friendship with many of the Qianyang Club's backbones. This time, Lan Ximei came to Tianjin to carry out the mission with his relatives as a cover.

Ryuichi Fujiro did not come empty-handed, but specially brought a photo scroll to Toshito Fujino. After Fujino unfolded it, he recognized it at a glance. This album was drawn from the first year of Qianlong in the Qing Dynasty, that is, in 1736 AD. The ninth year of Qianlong was completed. Each poem and scene, and forty scenes were each independent and framed into a book. The book was stored in the Fengsan Wuyi Hall in the Old Summer Palace in 1860. When the British and French allied forces captured the Old Summer Palace, they were looted by the French army and presented them as spoils to the French emperor Napoleon III.

Of course, the set of paintings presented by Ryuichi Fujio is not the original work, but a copy of the later generations carefully copied. Despite this, the description is vivid and profound. After Fujino Toshito took it, he couldn't put it down and admired it.

Chuanyue Ryuki said, "I'm bothering you late at night, I hope Fujino will not be surprised."

Fujino Toshito said wherever he was, his eyes were still on the scroll, and he had reached the point where he could not bear to release the scroll. After a while, he sighed: "It's a pity that the original work was kidnapped by a legal person."

Chuan Yuelong said: "At that time, it was not only a "Forty Scenery of the Old Summer Palace" that was abducted by the British and French coalition forces."

Toshito Fujino said: "I love gardens, mountains and rivers in my life. Unfortunately, I was born at the wrong time and had no chance to see the magnificent scenery of the Garden of Ten Thousand Gardens. After passing through the ruins of the Old Summer Palace several times, you can still see its magnificent spirit in the past. Such a clever and craftsmanship of the human world was actually ruined by the fire of those robbers."

Chuan Yuelong nodded and said, "It's a pity that our country was not strong enough at that time, otherwise this Chinese land would be ours."

Fujino Toshimoto said: "Fusang and China are covered with water, and China's energy has been exhausted. We can replace it. The land of East Asia is related to the future development of our Yamato nation and is closely related to our country's fortune. How can foreign races interfere?"

The two spoke passionately and indignantly, completely forgetting that they were not at all different from the British and French coalition forces, and they were nothing more than foreign thieves who coveted the wealth of neighboring countries.
Chapter completed!