When I heard that the things were sent by He Dong, even if they were a rotten tree root, I had to be careful when in charge of the matter.

He wanted to be polite, but after looking at the two fat and strong Indians, he just did it again.

Clumsy, what if you fall?

"Then I'll have a hard time, please send it to the third floor!" said the thin executive politely.

"Okay!" Fang Buwei smiled, pointed to two workers and "carried in."

When I entered the hall, there were guards, but they had been replaced by British people. Every time I entered, I had to show my entry and exit permit.

If you are doing business outside, internal personnel must come out to guide you.

Fang Buwei praised him secretly.

"It wasn't that strict before!"

The senior manager explained: "But after the Japanese came, the population in the concession surged, and more and more people were crooked. After losing things a few times and dying a few times, the gentleman decided to strengthen the guards..."

Fang Buwei nodded with a smile to show his approval.

I don’t hear a few gunshots every day, and no one dies. Is it still called Shanghai Beach?

The elevator is too small and the screen is too big to install, so I can only walk on the stairs.

The workers are behind, and Fang Buwei's thin executives are ahead, and the two still have a relationship.

"Look at how good a sir?" asked the tall and thin man.

"I just returned from Hong Kong!" Fang Buwei responded freely.

Under the guidance of the manager, the thing was carried to a conference room on the third floor. Maybe he had to wait for Abraham to see it and then look outward.

The workers all paid money in advance, and they could leave after carrying the things up.

Fang Buwei made an excuse casually and said a few words to the thin executive. After seeing the workers go downstairs, he cut the executive to the ground with a knife.

Fang Buwei closed the door of the conference room, took out a towel, covered the nose of the manager for more than ten seconds, and then touched him again.

Wallets, watches, pens... all valuable things were touched by Fang Buwei.

It was confirmed that he had stolen it, so Fang Buwei stuffed him under the conference table.

Fang Buwei was afraid that someone would find out that the manager was missing, so he would search the whole building and create an illusion in advance.

If someone is found and sees all the valuable things lost, the first reaction is to sneak in.

Which thief dares to continue hiding in the building after he succeeds?

After loading up a bunch of pieces, Fang Buwei walked around the conference room again.

The conference room is in the southeast corner of the building, with the Huangpu River to the east and the Beijing Road directly to the river to the south.

It just happened to go against the rules.

But it doesn't matter.

The difficulty is how to get in openly. As long as you enter the building, there is no way to do so.

He quickly opened the wooden box, found the mechanism under the base of the screen, and pulled out the spear and sniper lens.

A brand new British 77 shot, Fang Buwei never used it again after trying the gun, and the gun still smelled of gun oil.

He stood the gun by the window and took out a roll of nylon rope.

In this era, this is a real good thing, and its toughness is even stronger than silk.

It was invented by Americans in the early 1930s and was only launched last year as mass production, and was only introduced to China at the beginning of this year.

Fang Buwei tied the nylon rope to the gun, then opened the window and placed the other end on the open window frame.

The wind was a little strong, so he had to wrap it around for a few more times.

Next, it’s the question of how to get up to the roof.

There are too many people downstairs, and Fang Buwei will not be able to climb the stairs unless he has to.

He left the conference room, closed the door, and climbed to the fourth floor along the stairs on the south side.

It is already past eight o'clock now, and after work hours, people come and go in the building, and they don't care whether the middle-aged man who went upstairs was an employee in this building.

In the words of later generations, Yifeng Foreign Company is actually a multinational business group with many internal departments. Who can be powerful and can write down the faces of hundreds of colleagues?

Fang Buwei slowly went upstairs and stopped at the corner of the corner building.

The stairs broke when they reached here, and they could only pass through the iron escalator to the top.

In fact, it was just a few thick steel bars that were broken into a "u" shape and embedded in the cement wall.

Seeing that there was no one on both sides, I didn't use my hands and feet, and climbed up quickly.

The exit is not big, it is covered with an iron plate, and locked it with an iron lock.

Fang Buwei exerted force with both hands and pushed upwards. With a "bang", the iron plate was pushed open.

The iron lock was not broken, and the lock's nose was broken.

Same effect.

He kicked his feet and rushed out like a flying one.

"What sound?"

In an office at the corner of the fourth floor, a British man came out and stood at the door and looked around.

Everything is normal.

The British said a word and went back to the office.

There must be no one on the roof, but the problem is that this building is not very tall.

To the west and south, there are seven or eight-story high-rise buildings.

Fang Buwei had to act carefully.

He hugged his waist and dived to the southeast corner along the slope of the roof, and lifted the spear up with a rope and a hooked dagger.

Then he dived into the dome in the northeast corner.

Most of the Baroque-style buildings have this thing on the roof, and some also change the dome to a bell tower.

Yifeng Building also has a bell tower, but this building in the southeast corner and the northeast corner is just for decoration.

And it happened to be right, facing the Japanese Consulate on Huangpu Road.

Fang Buwei chose the location here, but this factor is also included.

This is not the first time I have been a sniper, so Fang Buwei's movements are very fast.

He quickly loaded up his sniper lens, carried a gun, and climbed to the second floor of the dome.

The angle is very good, and the wild knowledge is also good.

Fang Buwei looked at the ruler and the straight line distance from him to the east gate of the Japanese Consulate was only 280 meters.

Ximen is closer, less than 270 meters

Huangpu Pier is on the north side of the consulate, a little further away, close to 300 meters.

The only disadvantage is that the wind is a bit strong.

Fang Buwei knew some ballistic calculations, but the effect was not too great.

It is too close to the river and there are too many tall buildings adjacent to it, so the wind direction will change.

In the last second, it could be the northeast wind level three, but in the next second, it might become the southeast wind level five.

Not to mention the influence of wind, even in order to calibrate the sniper scope, a gun must be tested.

Fang Buwei looked around and aimed his gun at the Licha Hotel in Hebei, Suzhou.

The Licha Hotel is not at the direction of 11 o'clock, while the Japanese Consulate and Huangpu Pier are at the direction of 1 o'clock, and the distance between the two is not much.

Fang Buwei moved his gun and pointed his sight at the tip of the bell tower on the roof of Licha Hotel.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the hand of the big clock pointed to nine o'clock.

"when!"

As the bell rang, Fang Buwei's eardrums were slightly itchy.

Such two clocks are so big, and they are so close to each other, it would be strange if the sound is not loud.

It should be enough.

When the giant bell was struck for the third time, Fang Buwei pulled the trigger violently.

"Bang!"

Even Fang Buwei felt the sound of slapping his palm.

Most of the gunshots were covered by the bells.

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Chapter completed!