Chapter 10 10. Killing is a big deal

Regarding Lao Ding, the old Giggs talked very briefly, did not talk about history, and only talked about his relationship with Lao Ding in a light tone. "This time Lao Ding went to the Northeast to receive a piece of information, but he was killed if he didn't want to. I should have thought that today is different from the past. The Japanese have more power in the Far East, and their spies are bolder and less sophisticated than in the past. It is also reasonable to act recklessly. It is a pity that my old friend is my fault, and he should not be asked to go. " "So, what are you going to do?" Ding Shaomei didn't fully believe what the old Ziggs said, thinking in her heart, and coping with it.

"It depends on what you plan to do?" Old Ziggs gathered the rough wrinkles at the corners of his eyes together, the corners of his mouth turned up, but there was no trace of a smile in his green pupils. "To deal with the Japanese, you don't have to use the banner of resistance against Japan. It's too clumsy to be a gentleman. Gentlemen use tricks and brains. To put it simply, if you join my committee, you will be in my position. position, as long as you use a little bit of thought to show favoritism to the Japanese opponent, the effect will be more than a division of the army."

A few days ago, the British Ministry of Finance bypassed the Colonial Secretary and the local consulate and sent a commissioner to contact him, asking him to use his intelligence network to do an important and difficult task for the British Empire. The Japanese invasion of China made the politicians in London panic. Once they control hundreds of millions of Chinese and millions of square kilometers of rich products, what a huge source of troops and logistics base it will be. At that time, all the interests of the British Empire in Asia will disappear.Old Giggs already felt that this was the most glorious and difficult moment in his life. The Queen's government finally bowed to him. After thirty years of kicking him out of the circle of orthodox diplomats, they humbly asked him for help. It was frighteningly generous and promised to provide him with large sums of money through British commercial banks and foreign companies to attack the Japanese currency system.However, he discovered that there was a huge flaw in his organization—this intelligence market was too internationalized, and there were too few Chinese people involved. He needed a strong Chinese assistant to run a brand new, The spy system that specializes in dealing with the Japanese, and this arrogant and rude boy in front of him is the best candidate.

"I don't like working with people who exaggerate." Ding Shaomei's words were sharp.Although the old foreigner in front of him seemed to have some skills, his words seemed to be bragging. "If you are interested in joining my organization, I will open your eyes." "You don't need to open your eyes. If you are sincere, you can tell me what you do now." If what he told was the truth, what my father did should be the same thing. "It's not a secret, it's okay to tell you." Old Ziggs frowned, and the blue smoke from his mouth enveloped his long white hair. "I am a professional spy. I work independently. I have no government background. I do it entirely for myself, and my organization is the largest intelligence market in the Far East."

"Anyone can do bragging." He somewhat believed that there might be some truth in old Giggs' words. "As far as big talk is concerned, you're a pastor." The old Giggs felt a little remorse for a while.In front of him is a playboy, being smart and suspicious is his basic aptitude. If he wants to convince him, his few appearances are not dramatic enough, and he lacks foreshadowing, and it is too late to make up for it now.However, he was not discouraged. He could organize such a large intelligence network, and it would not be difficult to lure a child into the profession.Even if he is a "magician", he is still a child.

Ding Shaomei spoke lightly as if ordering food in a restaurant, and said: "What I want is to kill people, Japanese people, face-to-face, blood-seeing killing methods, not some kind of spy." This is just a problem for old Giggs , he is not as crazy as he was a few days ago, gratifying to congratulate. The wrinkles on Old Ziggs's face rippled like waves, and he said: "You better have the courage. To join our organization, you must have a 'vote certificate'. Let's change it." He actually borrowed the allusion of Lin Chong going to Liangshan, which should not be underestimated.Ding Shaomei's mood is as calm as water, she has no money, no power, it doesn't matter, if you say that a person went to war with the Japanese and avenged his father, that is really bragging, let's see what old Ziggs can use, and then make sense .

Could this old boy be a foreign liar?Ding Shaomei smiled inwardly, but her face was as stiff as a piece of dead dough. When he sat back in the Rolls-Royce car, the sun was setting in the west. On both sides of the street, the sycamore trees had just grown new leaves, and the golden-red afterglow fell on them, splashing golden mist, shining brightly. Yes, it seems to be able to knock out the sound of metal.The neat apartment-style houses behind the trees have so many styles that people can't distinguish them carefully. Most of them will mistakenly think that they are back in Oxford again.

I haven't returned to China for four years. The city is changing too fast, and there are too many new houses, which makes people get lost.The car was heading north, probably heading for the French Concession. This black and red luxury car still retains the structure of a carriage. The driver's front seat is in the open air. When it rains, there will be a piece of canvas to block it, which makes him still look like a coachman.Ding Shaomei pulled the funnel-shaped ivory microphone and said: "Driver, stop at a tobacco shop and buy me some cigarettes, Three Forts." Since an agreement with old Ziggs is not clear, it has no legal effect Oral agreement, all expenses should naturally be regarded as office expenses. For partnerships, those who have money will contribute money, and those who have no money will contribute manpower.In the past, as a young master, it would be a bit shameful to do so, but now he is a poor man, and the poor have no face.

Besides, this is a matter of killing, even though it is the life of another person, it is still killing. Of course, among gentlemen, verbal agreements are no less binding than legal documents signed on paper. I wonder if this old Giggs is a gentleman.Ding Shaomei took a deep breath of the cigarette, and suddenly found that the coachman holding the match was a White Russian, a deep red scar twisted from the corner of the eye and crawled into the brown mustache, the color was bright and tight.It's just that his dark gray pupils are as cold as a shovel. This must be the old Ryan Giggs thugs.If you do this kind of deadly work, you can't survive for a few days without a thug to follow you.

"My father left me a note, the original text is: If I die, Tokugawa Nobuo may still be alive. He must be alive, only he can see my identity!" The back seat is very spacious, and Ding Shaomei spread her legs .Old Ziggs arranged for him to kill a Japanese to relieve his worries and anger, so he naturally had to show a little sincerity. Old Giggs chewed these few words.This is old news, and it seems like a blindfold. "Where is this note?" he asked. The silver shell pocket watch was hung on Ding Shaomei's lapel.Old Giggs fumbled in the pocket, found a small pocket, and took out a tool to open the back cover of the pocket watch. "Please help." The pocket watch was handed over to Ding Shaomei. He clamped a magnifying glass used by a watchmaker to his eye socket, and looked carefully into the back cover under the light from the car window. Observe in the ringing movement.

"Come and take a look, this is where your father excels. He is a great spy and a warrior who sacrifices himself and forgets himself." Ding Shaomei also clamped the magnifying glass on his eye sockets, and looked back, the frame of the mirror hurt his heart.On the back cover, someone wrote a long article with a very sharp tool, and the content could not be seen clearly in a hurry. Old Ziggs unscrewed the cover of the watch, put it in his pocket, took off his golden horse watch the size of a biscuit, and hung it on Ding Shaomei's lapel. "Lao Ding is a great spy. He can describe anything in words. With a small watch case the size of a walnut, he actually described the entire deployment of the Japanese army on the Sino-Soviet border. Chinese is an amazing language." "So, about Tokugawa Nobuo?" "That's just a code word, telling me that the liaison office has been destroyed. He was in a hurry, and he had no choice. However, in this way, it is too rash to destroy such an important clearing paper." Old Ziggs did not go Look at Ding Shaomei's face. This old foreign devil did not tell the truth, Tokugawa Nobuo must be a person.Ding Shaomei suddenly realized that old Ziggs didn't really care about his father's life, he cared more about intelligence.If there is any concern for his father, it will never exceed the concern of the boss for his employees. He immediately understood what kind of relationship he had with this old foreigner.However, to find the enemy who killed Dad, we can only rely on this veteran imperialist spy for the time being, and we have to wait and see for other things. About 100 feet from Akiyama Street, the car pulled over.This Qiushan Street is the dividing line between the Japanese Concession and the French Concession. The Japanese Concession is on the opposite side of the street. There are six Japanese soldiers with guns standing on the street, guarding a solid bunker made of two sandbags, bayonet flashing. The red light of the setting sun shone brightly, but on the French Concession side there were only two short, black and thin Annan policemen with red and white painted batons hanging from their waists. "That house on the corner, the one with the Michelangelo portico, where lived a woman, a Japanese woman." Old Ziggs handed over a picture of a woman with a baby face. "This is the man." "Kill a woman?" This was beyond his expectation. He really wanted to avenge the Japanese, but murdering a woman would be too unheroic. "This is a spy, an elite trained by the Japanese General Staff Headquarters. I'm only worried that you won't be able to do anything." Old Ziggs took the photo back again. "What's the big deal, isn't it just killing someone?" Ding Shaomei got out of the car.Old Giggs didn't give him any weapons, so he was not sure about killing people like this. It was a Chinese maid who came out to answer the door, and the Japanese soldiers were watching from across the street. "Is your mistress here?" Oops, I forgot to ask the woman's first and last name. "Are you looking for me?" A thick black-haired woman appeared by the door. She was wrapped in a fine flower kimono, making her appear shorter and shorter. She had a strong smile on her face and bowed deeply. This is a typical Japanese woman's seductive smile, and he can't take it seriously, he warned himself, and said, "Ma'am, I have a message for you." "Whose message." "Nobuo Tokugawa." If this woman is really a spy, and Nobuo Tokugawa is a real person, then this name should get him into the room. A trace of doubt flashed in the woman's slender eyes, but it was only a flash, and she said, "Please come in." The maid didn't know where she was in a blink of an eye, and the woman led the way with her half-turned body, and walked through a short corridor. There was a piece of Shoushan stone on the semi-circular Chinese-style table by the wall, with a mahogany base.This is an ideal killing tool, but it is shameful enough to kill a woman for the first time, and if he attacks from behind, he will despise himself. The living room is Western-style, with no Japanese furnishings except a pair of Japanese swords on the fireplace.Ding Shaomei chose a hardwood chair to sit down instead of the sofa, the place was too short, and it would be inconvenient to get up if he really did it. Offering a cup of tea and a cigarette, the woman clasped her hands on her knees, sat opposite him, and said, "Sir, you look familiar, who is Mr. Ding, 'Licorice Mixture'?" With a long stick of matches, sent over. Ding Shaomei blocked it with her hand, pinching the cigarette between her fingers, without lighting it.It is an open secret that the Japanese sell heroin, he said in fear. "Am I mistaken? No, I am very familiar with Mr. Ding, and you have many similarities in appearance." Although this woman must be in her forties, she has a genuinely innocent expression . "I'm very sorry for Mr. Ding's misfortune," the woman sat there and bowed deeply, her tall bun touching her knees. If you get up at this time, you will have three steps to the knife rest of the fireplace.The Japanese sword is fast, such a petite woman can swing two paragraphs with one swing.But if she had a pistol in her sleeve or belt, that would be risky.He put the cigarettes on the coffee table out of the way. "Please wait a moment." The woman got up and went to the fireplace to fetch a small brocade bag and sent it over. "I asked for a Taoist talisman for Mr. Ding in front of God Amaterasu, which is considered a kindness." There is a piece of folded thick paper in the kit, which may have been damp and stuck together.He dabbed some saliva with his finger, and opened it, the talisman inside he couldn't understand at all. "Thank you for your kindness. But..." "But you are here to kill me." The woman smiled, and there were some fine wrinkles at the corners of her mouth. "Sorry." He copied the Japanese dagger in his hand. "Maybe you want to cut yourself seppuku?" "You are so kind." The woman was courteous. Suddenly, Ding Shaomei's fingers holding the talisman began to feel a little numb. It wasn't the kind of numbness caused by being too nervous, but the effect of the medicine.Hell, old Giggs was right, this is a dangerous woman, even though she looks like a Japanese doll.She can put anesthesia on the talisman, and she will definitely have other precautions, and she must not take risks or make mistakes.He warned himself in his heart, let the talisman fall to the ground, tilted his body, and fell limply on the sofa, the knife was pressed under his body, and one leg was curled up, as if he wanted to kick someone. The woman turned to the back of the sofa, reached out and lifted Ding Shaomei's eyelids to have a look. "This time the medicine is more effective." She stretched out another arm from the wide sleeve, a Browning pistol for women in her hand, took off the outer fake arm and put it on the coffee table, saying: "Poor Go to sleep, kid." Then he turned and walked out. Ding Shaomei could see all of this clearly, his hand pinching the talisman was numb to the elbow.What surprised him even more was that the White Russian coachman of the old Giggs suddenly appeared in the living room, stretched out his hand to roll over Ding Shaomei's eyelids, and went back. Fortunately, I didn't do it rashly.Don't play dumb here, take a longer time, afraid of causing trouble, he thought to himself, so he quietly got up and went back to the street. On the return journey, Ding Shaomei knocked on the sound-proof glass with her numb hand, and said into the microphone, "You saved my life." "You woke up sooner? I killed that woman for you, and you owe me a wage." There was a bloodstain on the coachman's forehead, which was scratched out with his fingernails. The bloodstain was drawn obliquely upwards. There was a drop of blood on it. "Brother, what's your name?" "Kutuzov." "It turns out to be a descendant of a famous family." The Russian general who defeated Napoleon on the outskirts of Moscow also had this surname. Old Giggs hasn't said a word since Ding Shaomei got in the car. Ding Shaomei said again: "Is it interesting to draw a blood mark on your face yourself?" Damn it, if a woman scratches your face, she has to scratch it from top to bottom. "What do you mean?" Kutuzov turned around. Old Ziggs snorted, and Kutuzov quickly turned back to stare at the road ahead.The car parked in front of Lao Guan's house. Ding Shaomei jumped out of the car and said to old Ziggs: "That woman belongs to you, right? She never thought that my saliva-stained fingers never touched that piece of paper." Old Ziggs was speechless, the wrinkles on his face were like unrisen buns, dark but calm. "I just don't want to kill women." Old Giggs stared at Ding Shaomei's numb left hand. "Tomorrow, let's do some serious business, don't just act." We should give this old foreigner a few hard words, lest he look down on us. Walking up the porch, he turned around and called old Giggs to stop, and said with a smile, "Tell your Japanese female spy to take away the Shoushan stone at the door, and next time, I'll smash her head as soon as I walk in, haha .” Too many words today.He wakes himself up. Kutuzov was unhappy, feeling that the Chinese boy had played tricks on him, so he drove back, only to find that something was wrong with the car, which kept shaking.Rolls-Royce cars have excellent suspension systems, nothing like this will happen.Looking back, I saw old Giggs dancing in the back seat alone, like a drunk monkey. Could it be that you can't pick up the treasure?Kutuzov did not feel that there was anything to be happy about today's events.