Dominate the Country

As the saying goes, it is impolite not to reciprocate. Just when the Military Intelligence Agency was manipulating the Polish Assassin Organization to create terror everywhere on the European map, the Europeans did not intend to let China live in peace at this critical juncture.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It does not take much effort to severely slap the Chinese in the face. China is in the transition period of the old and the new. If some big news can be created in this grand ceremony, it will certainly greatly boost the morale of Europe and the United States, and also greatly dampen the Chinese people's enthusiasm.

"Mr. Wu, please get in the car with me. Mr. Pitt summons you."

At this moment, outside the city of Nanjing, at a table near the window of a teahouse, Wo Shine, wearing a cotton shorts, was drinking tea, and then a Westerner appeared in front of him. Looking at the foreigner in front of him, Wo Shine did not show any surprise, but just put the cotton hat on his head, picked up the oilcloth umbrella next to the tea table, and followed the foreigner out.

He has been in Nanjing for five days. But he only had a general understanding of the urban distribution of Nanjing, so Woshine had to admit that he really needed the support of the British if he wanted to make a big news in Nanjing at a critical moment.

At least he needed the urban distribution map of Nanjing very much.

Woshine followed the visitor out of the teahouse, boarded an ordinary-looking four-wheeled carriage, and then entered an alley in Qinhuai District, Nanjing, and met the biggest collaborator and protector of the remnants of the Qing Dynasty - one of the leaders of the British intelligence organization in China - Pitt.

Woshine only knew that the person sent by the British to organize this action was called Pitt, but he didn't know whether it was a first name or a last name. He didn't even know the specific name, and he had never seen it. He even thought that even "Pitt" was a pseudonym.

Woshine was the head of the action team for this plan, and Jin Yongtai also came to Nanjing as his deputy, but he didn't know where Jin Yongtai was hiding now. Woshine didn't even know how many people were in his "action team", and he only brought four with him.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the city of Nanjing was shrouded in a dim light.

Since too many people have poured into Nanjing recently, and Chen Han has no curfew, it is impossible to close the city gates after dark. Besides, how many city gates are there in Nanjing now? The city walls are still there, but some of the earthen hills and low hills on the outer perimeter have long been flattened, and the roads are connected in all directions. Closing the city gates will not cut off the traffic in and out of the city.

Therefore, a large number of police officers are working overtime every day, and the Nanjing garrison and the imperial guards have been assigned to the brigade and the regiment.

In the city, red lanterns have been hung in the streets and alleys for a long time. Every night, the whole city is filled with the sound of firecrackers and fireworks. In the morning, the city guards see a thick layer of red firecracker paper on the streets.

At 10 o'clock in the evening, the main commercial streets in the city are still busy with traffic, and pedestrians come and go, which is very lively.

Therefore, it is easy for some people to sneak into the city and lurk, and it is also very convenient to communicate inside and outside the city.

After all, in this bustling crowd, even the most skilled policeman would find it difficult to find someone with an unnatural expression, and even the smartest soldiers would not be able to find carefully hidden contraband through the carriages that are similar to each other.

Let alone the secret compartments on the carriages, how could a ghost detect the interlayer in the carriage board?

The soldiers did not check every carriage, they did not have laser eyes.

A man dressed as a clerk got off the public carriage with a food box in his left hand and a small jar of wine in his right hand. He hurried through the secluded alleys, stopped in front of an ordinary tile house, and knocked on the door.

The man who opened the door was a sly-looking man in his early thirties. There was another man behind him, also about thirty years old, with a black beard stubble on his face and traces of tattoos on his neck. He did not look like a good person.

Seeing the clerk, the man who opened the door let him in without saying anything, and then slammed the door shut.

The man who opened the door took the wine jar carried by the clerk, and the three of them entered the inner room. The clerk's face no longer had a gentlemanly temperament at this time, and there was only coldness.

The man who opened the door was called Hou Liang, nicknamed Monkey, and he put the wine jar in his hand to the side of the table. The scholar, that is, the clerk, his surname was Fan, put the lunch box on the corner of the table, opened the lunch box, a plate of braised tofu, a plate of fried peanuts, a salted duck, a plate of pig head meat, four dishes were placed on the table one by one, and there was no gun that Lao Liu expected.

Yes, the man behind him with a face full of black beard stubble and tattoo marks was called Lao Liu.

Lao Liu and Monkey were not familiar with each other, but they had met several times. The former was a gangster, but now it seems that this was a cover-up of his true identity. They are all people who are mixed in the gray area. They dare not make big mistakes, and small mistakes are harmless.

This time, Lao Liu came to Hou Liang's place not for anything else, but for a gun.

As far as he knew, Monkey had a rifle in his hand, and according to Monkey's own boasting, it was a retired sniper rifle.

There was another young man sitting at the table. After Fan Shusheng entered the room, his eyes were always on the food box, but there were only meat and vegetables in the food box, so he looked at the wine jar again. It was not a big jar, it looked like only five pounds.

The young man's clothes were also ordinary, and he wore a pair of thousand-layer soles on his feet, but his temperament gave people a sense of hostility. If you look closely at his hands, you will find the thick callus and smoked yellow at the base of the thumb.

The four people sat at the table. In addition to four dishes and a jar of wine, there were also four black ceramic bowls on the table, but no one opened the jar to pour wine.

When the four dishes were taken out of the food box, the empty food box told them that the real thing was not in the food box, but in the wine jar.

What Lao Liu and the young man came to Monkey for was the sniper rifle, but Monkey was not one of them. Even if Monkey was greedy for money, he knew that something was wrong. At this critical moment, he came to him to buy a gun, and a sniper rifle, which would make big news.

To be honest, there are many guns circulating among the people of Chenhan, especially in the border areas and mountainous areas, where many families have hunting rifles.

But in Nanjing, in the imperial capital, it is much more difficult to get a gun than in the border areas. After all, in most towns in Chenhan, even the sale of saltpeter and sulfur for making gunpowder will be strictly monitored by the local police, let alone guns.

Even in Shanghai, it is much easier to get guns than in Nanjing.

A double-barreled pistol only costs 50 to 80 yuan in Shanghai, but on the black market in Nanjing, it starts at at least 200 yuan.

Not to mention sniper rifles.

This thing is completely different from a pistol, just like the difference between a sword and a crossbow in ancient times. The former can be left alone, but the latter is a conspiracy.

Lao Liu offered 5,000 yuan to Monkey, but Monkey still refused. And today they traded only two pistols.

In Lao Liu's opinion, this was Monkey's preliminary test. Monkey should also doubt their identity. If they were really buyers, it would be fine. Monkey was famous in the underworld for only recognizing money and not people, but what if he was a spy from the police station? Fishing enforcement is not uncommon.

There is no way! Now is a critical moment. Most of the guards have been dispatched. The whole of Nanjing is loose on the outside and tight on the inside. If something really happens, I don’t know how many people from the police station, national security and other departments will be at the forefront.

In order to eliminate the hidden dangers, these people have invited countless good men to the police station for tea, and there are also a group of new guests in the prison. Monkey is not blind, and he is not deaf. If he doesn't feel pressure, then there must be something fishy. Because he knows that he has a gun, and sooner or later his name will be written on the police's blacklist.

He didn't even dare to go back to his original home recently, and he was hiding from the police. He didn't want to eat the labor camp meal.

But he couldn't just buy the sniper rifle so easily.

Think about it, if the sniper rifle he sold was used by the person in front of him to make a big news, even if no one fell into the hands of the government, Monkey would have a handle in the hands of the other party, which means that as long as his sniper rifle was "sold", he would be the other party's subordinate. How terrible it is.

Now many people in Chenhan know that the history of counter-espionage in their country can be divided into two stages. One is now, when the country's intelligence department has been entangled with the tentacles of foreign forces. Of course, the tentacles of the national intelligence department have also been extended to foreign countries long ago; the other is the past, which is about the fifteenth year of Chengtian. The past and the present are divided by this. Before that, the enemies dealt with by the intelligence agencies of the Chenhan government were mainly the remnants of the former Qing Dynasty.

Those Qing elements who concealed their identities and settled in various parts of the country were basically cleared up after the establishment of Chenhan for fifteen years, or basically no longer reported in the newspapers. But who knows whether the real game in private has completely cleared up the remnants of the Qing Dynasty?

Monkey now feels that the other party is more likely to be a "spy" than a policeman.

Monkey looked at the oriental faces of Lao Liu and the young man, and felt a huge sense of crisis rushing towards him.

Things have come to this point. If he does not agree to the other party's request, or even calls the police, even if the police can strangle this group of people for a while, Monkey believes that there are still forces behind these people, and the forces behind them will definitely not let him go easily. So Monkey did not plan to call the police to make meritorious deeds to atone for his sins. He wanted money. Nanjing is not stable anymore, and he wants to leave.

In Lao Liu's eyes, the pistols traded today were just Monkey's temptation, but in Monkey's eyes, he traded these two pistols, that was a token of friendship. Not for anything else, just for money.

Two rifled pistols, a full five thousand yuan. This price is five times the usual price.

Fan Shusheng opened the seal of the wine jar and opened the lid. A strong aroma of wine came to his nose, but what Fan Shusheng did was to grab a rope from inside with his hands. The rope hung a large oil paper bag, and the wine dripped down.

The oil-paper package was placed by Fan Shusheng next to Lao Liu. Lao Liu immediately took the package and opened it to see that it was indeed two pistols. The workmanship was not very fine, and the wood of the handle was also new wood, although it was polished quite smoothly.

Lao Liu first weighed the gun in his hand, then rubbed the muzzle with his fingers, and the feeling told him that this gun was okay. Although it could not be compared with the standard military rifled pistols produced by regular military factories, it was enough on the black market. After all, no one expected to use a pistol to shoot someone a hundred meters away.

Monkey looked at the satisfied look on Lao Liu's face and smiled to himself.

These two guns are a stepping stone. As long as the two people in front of him can prove their identities and abilities, Monkey is willing to do this business. After all, his grandfather died at the hands of Chen Han. Monkey's ancestor was a sixth-rank general of the Qing Dynasty, and he died in Nanjing a long time ago. Monkey's father had a miserable life since he was a child, and even Monkey himself had a difficult childhood. This is one of the reasons why Monkey is greedy for money, and also one of the reasons why Monkey is willing to take out the gun now.

He himself is not willing to challenge Chen Han's strength, but if someone outside can give him money, a lot of money, he is willing to sell the gun to add to Chen Han's troubles.

But the premise is money, a lot of money.

Enough money for Monkey to fly away and immediately go to Siam or Japan to hide his identity and live a peaceful life.

A sniper rifle usually costs three or four thousand in Nanjing. Now if Lao Liu is willing to give him more than 30,000 yuan, Monkey will be happy to get rid of the gun. The 5,000 yuan in front of him and the 30,000 yuan for the sniper rifle naturally could not all fall into Monkey's hands. First of all, Fan Shusheng would have to take a share of the money. But even if he took a part of it, he could at least get 20,000 yuan out of 35,000 yuan. In addition, with the savings he had accumulated on weekdays, Monkey had at least 50,000 yuan in his hands, which was enough for him to go abroad and have fun.

Even if he didn't eat and drink a lot in Nanjing and Shanghai and put the money in the bank, this money would be enough for him to do nothing and wait for death.

However, there were some things that Monkey couldn't say now, as he couldn't be sure of the other party's origin.

Fan Shusheng sat at the table like a wooden man, eating meat with chopsticks, but his eyes never relaxed and stared at the young man opposite.

"Scholar, you go first."

Half an hour later, Monkey took the 5,000 yuan handed over by Lao Liu, counted out 2,000 yuan and gave it to Fan Shusheng immediately.

Unceremoniously taking the 2000 yuan, Fan Shusheng glanced at the three people, and finally stopped at Monkey's face, "Are you sure?"

Although Monkey is the face, his force is very low. In the past, when there was a gun transaction, Monkey also let Fan Shusheng go first, but this was more of a protection, so that the buyer would not follow Fan Shusheng. But the current situation is different from the previous one. The two people opposite are from unknown sources, with big secrets and great terrors.

"Let's go." Monkey did not hide his vigilance against Lao Liu and the young man, but he was very kind and poured a bowl of wine for Lao Liu and the young man, "You can't drink even if you sit, so go. I'll drink a few more bowls with the two brothers."

No one can mix in the underworld casually. Although Monkey showed his vigilance, he did it on the surface, but it didn't make people feel that he was a swindler at all.

"As long as you two brothers can come up with the money, sniper rifles are not a problem at all. I, Monkey, have been doing this kind of business in Nanjing for a long time, and my reputation is guaranteed. Since you two have come to me, I believe you trust me. Let's not beat around the bush, just get straight to the point and talk about the facts."

"What time is it now? Those black people in the city are like crazy. How many underworld figures in Nanjing have been invited to have tea recently? This is a critical moment."

"5,000 yuan is more than enough to buy this sniper rifle on ordinary days, but it is not enough at this critical moment. I'll tell you a price, you two listen, do you like it?"

"Fifty thousand yuan. Money and gun, absolutely first-class goods."