In the blink of an eye, New Year's Eve is here.

"Xiyan, I heard it's raining there in Shanghai?"

"Well, Yan Lei called and it started to get off at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. Xiao Wu went back to celebrate the holiday with his parents, and only he and Xiao He and his daughter were left at home." Lu Xiyan said, "However, Yan Jia and his wife came over, and the family was not deserted."

"Oh, it's the assistant that Yan Lei just accepted?" Meng Fanxing said while picking vegetables, "I heard that he found a Belarusian girlfriend or was he studying nursing?"

"Yes, I don't know the specifics. They are making dumplings tonight." Lu Xiyan said, "Xiaohui also said, when you go back, you will make dumplings for your godmother."

"Is that so? I didn't even dare to talk to her. I was afraid I couldn't control myself." Meng Fanxing said. She really loved Xiaohui, and really treated her as her own child.

Di Lingling...

"Hey, it's Lu Mansion, who are you looking for?"

"Oh, it's Chief Tang. Our gentleman is here, please wait?" Uncle Gui put down the phone and shouted, "Sir, Chief Tang's phone number in the French Concession in Shanghai."

"Tang Jin, how can I choose?" Lu Xiyan was kneading the noodles in the kitchen and rushed to his hand. This was a long-distance call.

"Hey, Brother Tang..."

More than ten minutes later, Lu Xiyan returned to the kitchen and then kneaded his face, his face slightly less natural.

"What did Tang Jin tell you after saying this phone call for so long?" Meng Fanxing looked at this scene and asked curiously.

"What are the Japanese doing in Shanghai's New Year's friendship and promoting peace, coexistence and prosperity in East Asia, and there are still many corresponding people." Lu Xiyan said, "And it is Ding. Lin has received the support of the Japanese military headquarters and is recruiting troops. Many of the people from the Central Commission for Discipline were taken away by them, and some of the Military Commission for Discipline also secretly contacted them."

"Why did he tell you about these on the phone?"

"These are no longer secrets in today's Shanghai. Moreover, the political department where Tang Jin is located is originally an intelligence agency affiliated with the French Concession authorities. The secrets that everyone knows are not secrets." Lu Xiyan smiled.

"It seems that the Japanese are creating public opinion and responding to Wang Zhaoming's peace movement proposal?"

"Today is New Year's Eve. If you don't talk about state affairs, the world is big and the food is the biggest." Lu Xiyan put the kneaded noodles on the chopping board and picked up a knife to kill the fish.

You must eat fish on New Year’s Eve, but you can’t eat them all, so you have to have some leftovers, which means that there is more than every year.

Tonight, Lu Xiyan is the chef.

Tang Jin just told him something. The young man who helped the explosives on his body tried to die with him. The explosives on him were not detonated by his gun, but by himself.

Ordinary people sounded like nothing. Originally, explosives were detonated on him, and this was also a normal behavior.

However, he heard that Tang Jin told him that the explosives might have been tampered with and detonated in advance.

Although Sun Yanan's explanation was clear, it is unknown whether he really wanted to kill him at that time.

The other four died in the actions of the five people, and he survived alone.

At this moment, Shanghai is filled with cold wind and rain. Although the neon lights on the roadside are bright and flickering, not many people are willing to stop and always go in a hurry.

By seven o'clock in the evening, the rain would be heavier.

In Yuguang Village on Yuyuan Road, a bar is still open. During this reunion day, seven or eight young people are scattered in the hall, drinking in groups of three or three, but looking out the door from time to time.

Silent and no one said a word.

On the side of the bar, a young man in a black windbreaker had a glass of wine in front of him, and a cigarette that had been smoking one-third between his right thumb and index finger.

At this time, the bar door was pushed open, and a young man in a cotton robe and dog-skin hat walked in and nodded to the man in the windbreaker on the bar.

The man in the windbreaker took a sip of cigarette, then put it directly in the ashtray to put it out, picked up the remaining wine and drank it in one sip, and the words "Operation."

Someone had handed over a raincoat, and the man put it on the windbreaker directly, waved his hand, and everyone else went to the bar and put on the raincoat and came out one after another.

No. 25, Lane 688, Yuyuan Road, is the home of Chen Zhuan, the external account of the pseudo-Nanjing Reform Government. He just took a train back to Shanghai from Nanjing this afternoon, preparing to celebrate the New Year at home and stay up to the New Year!

When the officials of the Reform Government returned to Shanghai, no matter how secret it was, someone would still know that the Japanese are now in power and those who have received some news did not care about spending the New Year with their wives and children at home, they came to visit with generous gifts.

For ordinary people, the guards holding guns at Chen Zhuan's door were naturally blocked, but some old friends from the past could not be left alone.

Besides, he is a diplomatic person, so he is naturally a dancer with a long-standing family. His family is full of guests and laughter.

The time is almost over, and the visitors are also sensible and stand up to say goodbye. Today is New Year's Eve, and even the emperor has to have a reunion dinner and stay up to the New Year on this day.

After a while, only the former Danish ambassador to China, Luo Wengan, and his wife, did not leave. They were left by Chen Zhuan for the New Year's Eve dinner together.

In the living room, on the huge dining table, the rich dinner had already been placed on the table. Chen Zhuan and Luo Wengan sat on the sofa aside and chatted happily, and pleasant laughter came from time to time.

"Master, it's time to have a meal."

"Well, okay, let Youtao and the young lady come down to have a meal." Chen Zhuan nodded and ordered the butler.

"yes……"

Before the butler nodded and agreed, the door of the living room was violently pushed open, and four men in black wearing raincoats and holding short guns rushed in.

"Chen Zhuan, your death is here!" The leader raised his hand and pointed the trigger at Chen Zhuan sitting on the sofa.

Bang!

The gun fired, and Chen Zhuan didn't have time to react. There was a bloody hole on his forehead. Luo Wen, who was scared, raised his hand.

The killer did not leave immediately, but instead shot Chen Zhuan several times in a row, making sure he had no chance to survive, so he was ready to turn around and leave.

Chen Youtao, who heard the gunshots upstairs, rushed out and saw his father lying in a pool of blood. He was shocked and angry, and took out his gun and pointed it at the evacuated killer and shot it.

The bodyguards raised by the Chen family also woke up, rushed out one after another, and shot at the killer.

The gunshots were loud.

At this moment, firecrackers sounded outside, and no one noticed that there was a bloody incident in the Chen family, and there was even a fierce gunfight.

After a few minutes.

The gunshots stopped. When the police from the Ministry of Works arrived, Chen Zhuan's body had already been cold, and the murderous assassin was missing. Even the bodyguard of the Chen family disappeared.

...

"What, Lao Cao, it's New Year's Eve today. Don't joke with me. Tell me a little more clearly, I'll hear it clearly?" Tang Jin was having a New Year's Eve dinner with his wife and children. After a few drinks, he suddenly heard the phone ringing in the study room upstairs. He went up to pick up the phone and heard a message that he couldn't believe.

"Team leader, this matter is true. Chen Zhuan is really dead. Our people did it." Cao Bin said anxiously on the phone.

"What are you talking nonsense, what are our people?" Tang Jin scolded angrily.

"No, the team leader, it is the exact news that our people have received. I will go to greet you tomorrow morning and I will tell you in detail." Cao Bin said.

"Okay, I understand." Tang Jin put down the phone, was stunned for a long time, and laughed out loud.

"Xinying, do you still have wine?" Tang Jin quickly walked downstairs, feeling very happy. On the night of New Year's Eve, a big traitor died, which was undoubtedly something worth celebrating.

"What's the matter? You're so happy?" Liu Xinying asked when she looked at her husband's face. She was unwilling to discourage his interest on New Year's Eve.

"Good things, good things, hahaha..."

...

At Chen Zhuan's house, there were crying sounds. Police from the Ministry of Industry and Technology came, Okamura of the Japanese Gendarmerie's Special High School Division came, and Ichiro Asano and Lin Shiqun also came in.

Lin Shiqun received the news one step later than the Ministry of Industry. He was not qualified to enter Chen's mansion. He only took him in when Asano Ichiro arrived.

Behind him was Zhang Lu and Xia Zhongming, both literary and military, and his two generals, Hum and Ha.

The living room was in a mess. On the large round table of pear blossoms, dishes with good colors, fragrance and flavor were placed on it. The soup was already cold. I am afraid that no one in the Chen family would have something to worry about to eat.

There is still residual blood in the living room.

The blockade of the death area has been completed, and except for the butler who stayed at home, the rest of the Chen family were invited to the police station for questioning.

Chen Zhuan is not a little man. Bao Wen, director of the Police Department of the Ministry of Industry and Tajima, director of the Japanese Assistant Office, came over in the rain.

"Captain Okamura, this is left by the assassin."

A note reads: "The war of resistance will win, the country will be successful, we will eliminate traitors and false things, and maintain China forever!" The sixteen words are signed: Chinese Youth Iron Blood Army.

Okamura glanced at it and handed it to Ichiro Asano behind him.

Asano Ichiro is much more proficient in Chinese than Okamura. He glanced at it and said, "This is obviously done by the underground anti-Japanese terrorists in Shanghai."

"Mr. Chen Zhuan is not only an important member of the reform government, but also the best friend of the empire. These terrorists are really rampant. If the Ministry of Works and Department Police can no longer guarantee the safety of the empire's friends, then we will protect them ourselves!" Okamura said coldly.

Obviously, this was said to Bao Wen, the Director of the Police Department of the Ministry of Industry.

"Mr. Okamura, we are indeed responsible for this matter, but Chen Gongguan is very cautious, but the killer is so easy to enter and exit. Also, Mr. Chen Zhuan's trip back to Shanghai was very secretive. He just arrived in Shanghai, and the killer arrived later. This was obviously a premeditated assassination. It would be a bias to put the responsibility on our Ministry of Works and Department Police Department." Bao Wen replied, "It's not a day since he dealt with the unreasonable Japanese.

Okamura just wanted to take advantage of the situation and take the opportunity to put pressure on the industrial department, but unexpectedly encountered a soft nail.

But this is not a small matter, so it is certain that the Industrial Department will be in trouble this time.

How to maximize the role of dead people is the most important thing. As for who they are, it doesn’t matter in Okamura’s eyes.

"Brother Shiqun, what do you think?" Asano Ichiro asked Lin Shiqun quietly. He only planned to look at this occasion with his eyes, but did not intend to express any opinions.

"Judgement from the scene and mastering clues, the military commander's method." Lin Shiqun also replied in a low voice.

"are you sure?"
Chapter completed!