Chapter 26 let the watermelon fly

Wang Jingwei, Huang Fusheng, Yu Peilun and others arrived in Beijing one after another.When the person arrived, so did the explosives, of course it was not consignment.A few lesbians dress up as ladies, put them in suitcases, and venture through the level.They are all fans of Wang Jingwei. For him, not to mention the explosives, even if they are tied to their bodies, they have no fear. Then there is the opening of Shouzhen Photo Studio, why open a photo studio? First, the photo studio is crowded with people, even if there are strangers, they will not attract attention. Second, the dynamite has a smell, which can be said to be a chemical rinse to develop photos.

Third, Yu Peilun, a science expert, is not only a bomb king, but also a photography enthusiast. They went to the iron factory to process a tin can about the size of a watermelon as a bomb casing.It is safer to put explosives inside, referred to as iron watermelon. The day of action has finally come. The original goal was to bomb Zai Xun and Zai Tao. He was inspecting the navy overseas and was preparing to return home.In the name of investigation, these two brothers embezzled public funds to go abroad to eat, drink and have fun instead of doing business. Now it's time for them to pay back.

Wang Jingwei and Huang Fusheng waited at the station day and night.The two curled up in the corner, the iron watermelon tightly wrapped in their arms. "These two young men have beautiful features, it's pitiful, they come out to beg for a living in such a cold day." From time to time, passers-by sighed and put a few coins in front of them. The common people in Beijing were so kind. Wang Jingwei and Huang Fusheng were so moved. The snowstorm in Beijing that day was more than ten degrees below zero, but their hearts were always warm, and tears rolled in their eyes.Take the money first, and use it as a fund for the revolution. When the revolution wins tomorrow, a modern, warm and comfortable station must be built for the people in Beijing.

In the middle of the night, it was so easy to wait until Zai Xun and Zai Tao got off the car, but they couldn't do it.There were too many officials picking up the car, and there were red caps everywhere, so it was hard to tell who was the protagonist who was about to be bombed.Moreover, there were many onlookers, Wang Jingwei couldn't bear to hurt the kind people. Iron Watermelon is back again. Then bomb the chief minister of military aircraft, Prince Qing Yikuang, but Prince Qing is heavily guarded and the streets of Beijing are wide, so it is difficult to strike.When everyone sums it up, there is no need to pick left and right, just blow up the biggest one and solve it all at once.Who is the biggest?Needless to say, the emperor's father, Zaifeng.

First of all, find out the route that Zaifeng must pass every day to go to the court. After passing Gulou Street, there is a short wall in front of him. Throw a bomb from the wall and kill him immediately. Wang Jingwei and Huang Fusheng happily carried the iron watermelon on the road, and when they came back, they still held the iron watermelon.It turned out that Gulou Street was being renovated, and Zaifeng changed the road. The diversion has to go through Yandai Xiejie, where bombs can be dropped from private houses. This time, Huang Fusheng went with the iron watermelon in his arms, and returned with the iron watermelon in his arms.This is a bustling area, where gold shops are flourishing, and the housing supply is tight, and houses cannot be rented, so the plan fell through again.

Huang Fusheng couldn't help but swear, these days, it's so fucking hard to bomb someone! While carrying the iron watermelon back and forth, although I exercised my body and increased my arm strength.But you have to hold it in your hand carefully, you can neither run nor walk quickly, it will explode if you are not careful, you have to watch all directions and listen to all directions, it is simply a tossing job. In the tossing and tossing again and again, the members of the assassination team gradually increased their deep-rooted hatred for Zaifeng. It was him who made the bombing so tortuous.

Anger burned in everyone's hearts. Everyone began to feel that the iron watermelon was not heavy enough, so they ordered a larger iron jar at the blacksmith's shop, with a diameter of one foot and two inches and a height of more than one foot. It seems that the explosives will not go off and the people will not fall, comrades will never give up, Zaifeng, you are dead! The final goal was set at Ganshui Bridge (at the intersection of today's Ganlu Hutong and Ya'er Hutong), which was very close to the Prince Regent's Mansion; there were only a few families nearby, and the environment was remote.This is an ordinary small bridge, paved with three stone slabs, very simple.Ganshui, the name sounds very beautiful, in fact, Beijingers call smelly water Ganshui.There is a stinky ditch under the bridge, which is usually dry and only has water when it rains.In the past, it was said to be the Yinding Bridge, which is not accurate. There is water under the Yinding Bridge, so bombs cannot be planted.

Zaifeng had to pass this bridge every day to go to court, to Gulou West Street, then from the front of the Drum Tower to Di'anmen, and then went around Jingshan to enter Shenwumen (the back gate of the Forbidden City).At that time, the tin cans of explosives will be buried at the bottom of the bridge, and people will hide in the gutter and pull the wires. Just do it, six words: dig a hole and bury it. Huang Fusheng, who became more frustrated and braver, was the first to dig a hole.As soon as I got under the bridge, suddenly the dogs kept barking. One dog started barking, and then all the dogs nearby barked.Strange, after several days of observation, there was not a single dog.Huang Fusheng looked at himself, his clothes were still neat and he looked dignified, he didn't look like a villain.

Let's dig a hole, Huang Fusheng touched the ditch with his hands, it was sticky and smelly, and his hands were full of poop.There was no sense of social morality, and the anger in Huang Fusheng's heart arose spontaneously.With the stench all over his body, the hole was finally dug. Then it's buried. In the middle of the night the next day, Huang Fusheng and Yu Peilun wrapped an extra-large weighted iron watermelon in a large towel. The two of them carried it to the bottom of the bridge and put it in the pit, but the wires were too short.After all, it was the first time bombing people, and I lacked experience.

There was no other way, and he came back carrying the iron watermelon again. All the people couldn't bear it anymore, and they all roared in their hearts: Tie Xigua, I will send you away, beyond the horizon, never look back! The exciting moment has finally come, angry young people, please remember this angry day: the 22nd day of the second lunar month in the Gengxu Year (1910). At eleven o'clock at night, the moon was a little dark and the wind was not very high. Huang Fusheng and Yu Peilun carried the iron watermelon on the road again, and Wang Jingwei followed. Not long after they left, there was a dirt pit in front of them. The two of them lost their footing, and the bomb almost fell to the ground. Could it be that this trip was not going well?I can't control this much anymore, everyone has made Tie Watermelon tormented and depressed, and if they can't blow it up, they dig a hole and bury themselves. No matter what, Tie Watermelon can't come back.

When I came under the bridge, there was no sound, and the dog stopped barking.Bury the bomb first, lay the wires to the entrance of the gutter, and hide people in the hole.Zaifeng set off on time at six o'clock every morning, surrounded by a cavalry retinue composed of more than a hundred people, and when the time came, with a light touch of a finger, everyone would finish playing together. Huang Fusheng and Yu Peilun were digging vigorously when a little man appeared, who was destined to be the nemesis of Iron Watermelon. There is a resident near Ganshui Bridge, whose surname is Liu and nicknamed Liu Daudao.In the middle of the night, he got up and went out to relieve himself. Inadvertently, he looked up at Ganshui Bridge. Just because I looked at you one more time in the dark, Operation Iron Blood has been completely obscene since then. Liu boldly saw a figure shaking under the bridge, so he ran home immediately. It seems that this "boldness" is also in vain, and scared away. Bold didn't call it casually. Liu Bold went home and took a lantern and walked to Ganshui Bridge.In the middle of the night, if it's rape or robbery, we have to see what happened. The people in the capital have a high awareness of safety precautions. Huang Fusheng heard footsteps and told Yu Peilun to go back immediately to block Wang Jingwei, while he himself hid behind a big tree to see what happened. Liu Bold took a photo under the bridge with a lantern in his hand, and then went back. Huang Fusheng hurriedly gathered the wires into a ball and tried to pull out the iron watermelon, but the hole was dug too deep, it was really tricky at the critical moment, and it was difficult to pull it out for a while. The sound of footsteps on the bridge sounded again. There was no way, Huang Fusheng buried the wire hastily and retreated. Liu boldly informed the police in the area, and several people came under the bridge with lanterns.I don’t know if I don’t look at it, but I’m startled when I see it.Under the bridge is an iron can more than a foot high, the top cover is connected to a wire, and one end is connected to an iron box and a button. Although the bomb was discovered, it was not taken away. Who would dare to move it without inviting bomb disposal experts? Specially invited foreign blasting experts, carefully unscrewed the lid of the iron watermelon, inside was yellow and black medicine noodles produced in the UK.The whole iron watermelon has complex principles, ingenious conception, and is natural, fully reaching and exceeding the international level. Looking at the exquisite iron watermelon, foreign experts gave a thumbs up and praised: "Whether it is fried or not, I can only say that this is a miracle!" The next day, the news came out: An unknown object suspected to be a watermelon was found under the Ganshui Bridge.On the night of February 22, a resident surnamed Liu near Shichahai went out to have a rest and found an unidentified object under the Ganshui Bridge, which looked like a watermelon.After on-site inspection by experts, it was initially suspected to be a bomb, and the specific details need further inspection.After the suspected watermelon was discovered, the Prince Regent attached great importance to it, and immediately issued important instructions, demanding that at all costs, find out the source of the "watermelon" and completely eradicate the potential safety hazard.Shangshu Shanqi of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Admiral of Jiumen Yamen Zhengtang Yulang, Cheng Zhang Zongxiang of the Police Inner City General Department and other relevant departments rushed to the scene of the incident overnight, decided to activate the emergency plan for major incidents, and set up a joint investigation team on the spot.Shanqi said that he would conscientiously implement the important instructions of the Regent, deeply learn the lessons of this incident, draw inferences from one instance, and implement a blanket security inspection throughout the city, and strive to prevent an unknown object from slipping through the net.At present, bomb disposal experts are busy cleaning up the scene of the accident. The Patrol Department has increased the patrol and deployment of the surrounding areas of Ganshui Bridge. Pedestrians are prohibited from crossing the bridge. It is expected that traffic will resume no later than tomorrow morning.The nearby residents are currently emotionally stable, and they have expressed full confidence in the security of the capital, and believe that the imperial court will properly handle the matter. This is standard official news, but it is not authoritative.The common people at the foot of the emperor are all very sensitive to politics. They never read newspapers, they only regard newspapers as straw paper, and all kinds of exclusive news have already spread throughout the capital. It is said that Beizi Pulun wanted to kill Zaifeng and usurp the throne. It is said that Yikuang, Prince of Qing, had a feud with Shangshu Shanqi of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and planned to frame him, because Shanqi was in charge of public security in the capital. It is said that the explosives were brought back from abroad by Zai Tao and Zai Xun. Unceasing news, unlimited stimulation, and gathering of experts.After finally catching a big event with deep water, everyone was excited, excited, and passionate. We don't want to see bomb craters, we just want to explode the most violent material. There was only one exception, Zaifeng.At this moment, his whole body, from the inside to the outside, felt cool. The power of the bomb has been tested, and only 1% of the medicine was taken, but a deep hole the size of a room was blown out on the ground.Based on this power calculation, not only did Zaifeng finish playing, but there was no living person to be found for several miles around. Is it necessary to be so ruthless?Even the emperor's father is an ordinary person, with a body of flesh and blood, and a little bit of explosives is more than enough.Does it have to blow up the bridge and destroy the house?That is the ancient architectural heritage left by the ancestors.Zaifeng seldom lost his temper, but this time he was really angry.I am just a literary youth who loves to read Bai Juyi, I have never done anything bad, and I have never killed anyone.I have been kind and lenient enough to you, why should I be punished to death?Is it true that honest people are so bullied? Do you want to take my place?I'm sorry, it's not that I don't want to, but that you don't have this life.Zaifeng ordered to die, dig a hole, and uncover the truth! After Huang Fusheng, Yu Peilun, and Wang Jingwei sneaked back to the photo studio overnight, they also made a decision to continue digging holes and bombing people.After everyone discusses it, we will go under the bridge to have a look. Maybe there is no bomb found, and there is still a chance. It turned out to be a bold, low-IQ decision. In the early morning of the next day, Huang Fusheng and Yu Peilun drove to Ganshui Bridge from different directions in two rickshaws. Let me talk about Yu Peilun first. When he was approaching Ganshui Bridge, he saw several armed policemen standing guard from a distance.Yu Peilun suddenly yawned and pretended to be asleep. He accidentally dropped his purse under the bridge and got out of the car to get it.When I saw that the bomb was gone, I knew it was yellow, so I hurried back to inform my comrades. Huang Fusheng also arrived later, stopped the car deliberately and went under the bridge, and lingered beside the smelly ditch for a long time. At critical moments, the difference between a good mind and a bad mind comes out.Comrade Huang Fusheng, just take a look, why are you wandering?It's not an intersection, it's just a stinky gutter. A plainclothes detective named Xiangrui was already waiting around, and he didn't care when Yu Peilun got off the bridge.Huang Fusheng was followed as soon as he arrived. Who would take a walk by the stinky ditch in winter to find inspiration?Suspicious.Xiangrui quietly followed, and also called a foreign car, and said to the driver: "Follow the car in front, it's my friend, he's drunk too much, don't let him find out, lest he go crazy." The car stopped in an alley, Xiangrui quickly took off his clothes.Want to fight?Of course not, I changed the clothes on the other side, wearing the front clothes backwards, and the colors are different. Remember, when lurking and stalking a suspect, you should prepare clothes that can be worn on both sides and of different colors.At all times, safety comes first. When we arrived at the alley, we turned a few turns. In the deepest part of the alley, the young man entered a room with a sign outside: Shouzhen Photo Studio.This is even more strange. How can a photo studio open to the depths of the alley, and can customers find it?The smell of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, but a photo studio is an image project, so there is no need for this. Xiangrui saw a small restaurant at the entrance of the alley, so he went in and chatted with the waiter while eating.The buddy said that this photo studio is special in every way. It opened on the New Year's Eve. It is full of young southerners who come in and out all day long, mysterious. Xiangrui immediately went back to report to the officer, and reimbursed ten yuan for the car by the way. The next day, Xiangrui dressed up completely new and went to Shouzhen Photo Studio to take pictures.The guy who developed the photos was a temporary worker. Xiangrui invited him to a few restaurants, drank a few bottles of Erguotou, ate a few Quanjude, and everyone quickly became friends.I learned that the photo studio was jointly run by six young people. They didn’t have braids on their heads, but fake braids were sewn on their hats; they wore western clothes, and they didn’t look like businessmen.Xiangrui took the opportunity to find a buddy and asked for a group photo of Wang Jingwei and others. Ok, now you can close the net. Wait, we have to find out the source of the iron watermelon.The only iron factory in Beijing that can make wire-wired tin cans for bombs is the iron factory of Linji Foreign Company.I asked the owner of the store with a group photo, and he said that these young people ordered four tin cans some time ago, two of which were more than two feet high, and two of which were more than one foot high.But they didn't allow delivery, and hired a car to pick it up at their own expense.The store owner was very touched at the time, and he hadn't seen such a good customer who cared about the business in decades. Is the network ready now?Of course, he ran away without accepting anyone. The net was closed, and the boys fell into the net, but the iron blood continued.