A black Nissan car parked on the side of the road.

In the back seat, Cheng Qianfan sat quietly, playing with a Weblezcoto revolver in his hand.

On his legs, there was a Chicago typewriter quietly.

He was standing at his feet a special violin case.

If you encounter a dial check, this Chicago typewriter can be disassembled and placed into the violin case in an instant.

"Have you changed the license plate?" Cheng Qianfan asked.

"I changed it, I changed it when I went out." Li Hao in the driver's seat said.

"Is the oil full?" Cheng Qianfan asked again.

"Filled up." Li Hao said, turning his head, smiling bitterly to Cheng Qianfan, "Brother Fan, I'm not a novice anymore."

He saw that before Brother Fan got in the car, he circled around the car, looked at the license plate, and checked the fuel tank and tires.

Now let’s ask again.

"I hope you can be as cautious as a novice, and pass all the details in your mind before every action." Cheng Qianfan said seriously, "Haozi, remember what I said."

"I understand." Li Hao nodded.

Cheng Qianfan gently lifted the curtain of the car and looked outside.

This is one of the most prosperous streets in Hongkou District and is known as the "Dongyang Street".

Japanese shops can be found everywhere on the street, including Japanese restaurants, raw fish shops, dim sum shops, clog shops, satin shops, and kimono shops... They are colorful and rich in oriental style.

Cheng Qianfan's expression was gloomy, and the name "Dongyang Street" made him feel angry and a huge sense of shame.

Just like him, the names of the Bedang District, Xiafei District, Tailas Die Road, Lafide Road, etc. in the French Concession are just like this. This is the shame imposed by imperialism on the Chinese. No, to be precise, it is the shame imposed by imperialism on the Chinese land and the mark of shame on the Chinese!

He and his comrades threw their heads, sprinkled their blood, and threw themselves into the red wave, to wash away these marks of shame and build a country that belongs to the people. There are no more foreign names representing shame, nor are there such so-called Japanese-style streets as ‘Dongyang Street’ on Desway Road!

"Brother Fan, why don't you tell the little Taoist priest that we cut off the rear for him on DiSway Road." Li Hao asked.

"The enemy is very strong, we must grow rapidly. In the process of growth, bleeding and sacrifice are inevitable." Cheng Qianfan said, "I hope everyone can grow rapidly!"

As he said that, Cheng Qianfan looked at the watch on his wrist, and it was still a quarter of an hour before Zhuo Yun's action began.

The goal of this trip, "Qingtian dress", appeared in his mind.

This is a Japanese dress shop. The owner, Kazuo Akita, is a Japanese with a very good temper. The dress shop has a very good craftsmanship and is quite famous.

Ichigo Qingtian is very polite to anyone.

He would be very kind to the Chinese beggar passing by the door and take the initiative to deliver a bowl of rice.

Liu Mingfei, the president of Wenyou Club, once wrote an article: Mr. Kazuo Qingtian, whose souls are shining, uses this to praise the kindness of the Japanese and wave the flag and cheer for the Japanese.

Qingtian's wife, Mrs. Qingtian, is also very kind. She will give the old clothes at home to poor Chinese neighbors and give the leftover food at home to the beggar. She once ate the leftover rice balls from their house.

Even Chinese people who hate Japanese people very much will give thumbs up when they mention the couple of Qingtian and their dressing shop.

It took about ten minutes.

"Let's go, drive five hundred meters forward." Cheng Qianfan said.

Li Hao started the car, drove forward for about 500 meters, and stopped on the side of the road again.

Cheng Qianfan slightly lifted the curtain and saw the sign of "Qingtian Dress". At the door of the store, Qingtian Ifu in a suit and ties was holding a tape ruler in his hand. His beautiful wife wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The male host smiled and talked to his wife, then put down the tape ruler, lowered her head and recorded it on the notebook.

At this time, a customer walked out of the store. Ichifu Qingtian quickly put down the paper and pen in his hand and bowed enthusiastically to deliver it.

Cheng Qianfan sneered in his heart, and a trace of cruelty flashed through his eyes.

I'm afraid no one knows that this Japanese shop owner who everyone praises is actually a ruthless executioner with Chinese blood on his hands.

Ichifu Qingtian, a senior torture agent in Shanghai Special High School.

Cheng Qianfan accidentally learned about this person's identity from Sanbenshilang half a year ago, but in order to avoid arousing suspicion, he never touched Qiefu Qingtian.

Today, at Cherry Lane near DiSway Road, Zhuo Yun led the second group of Action to launch the action.

Cheng Qianfan decided to support him here.

Qingtian Ichifu and his dressing shop are the props in Cheng Qianfan's hands at this time. If necessary, he will decisively destroy this prop.
Chapter completed!