Vol 3 Chapter 36: One thousand nine hundred and forty nine

It is 23:20, and there are 40 minutes to 0:00. Longhua Airport is much closer than Hongqiao Airport. It is near Longhua Temple in the city. Forty minutes is enough to arrive. The stratospheric cargo ship is a C97 transport aircraft. The nickname of the C97, and the prototype of the C97 is the famous B29 heavy long-range bomber, which is more suitable for transoceanic flights than the C47.
　　 The three elements are combined, and the information is ready to come out. The people and goods they are looking for will take off from the Longhua Airport in 40 minutes by a US military transport plane!
　　 "Go!" Dang Aiguo put the cigar in the ashtray, got up and left, followed by Liu Yanzhi and Lei Meng. Although they didn't understand who gave this information, Dang Aiguo, based on intuition, believed it could be believed.
　　 Just as they walked to the door of the nightclub and asked the waiter to take the coat, a middle-aged man walked over and said in a low voice: "The front door can't go through. There are more than 30 gunmen waiting for you outside."
　　 Liu Yanzhi and Lei Meng immediately stretched their hands into their arms and held the handle of the gun.
　　 "Who is your Excellency?" Dang Paiguo asked calmly.
　　 "It doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is that you can't die here and come with me." The man walked into the nightclub. Dang Paiguo exchanged glances with the two men and decided to believe him.
Snow began to fall outside. Behind a long line of parked cars, a few gunmen in black clothes and white towels on their arms stomped coldly. Under their clothes there were American-made Thomson submachine guns. Shanghai at the end of 1948. The underworld finally caught up with the level of equipment of its counterparts in Chicago in the 1930s. These guns and ammunition were naturally dumped from the army’s armory. Of course, not only guns were stolen into the black market, but also gasoline, tires, medicines, and food. , Cotton and all other valuable things.
The gunmen only took the job in the afternoon, killing a few outsiders, and the price was quite high. After finishing this ticket, their bosses can directly wash their hands, and the brothers who are assigned to perform the tasks below are also very expensive. You are generous, everyone has thirty ocean miles. After the event is completed, there will be a reward. Under the reward, there must be a brave man. The gunmen are eager to try, and they can't wait.
The nightclub is covered by a certain old man in the youth gang, so he can’t rush in and kill people. He can only wait outside. The snow in Shanghai is not big, but it is cold enough. The gunmen breathe white gas from their mouths and piles of cigarette butts under their feet. And patience, you have to be calm when you do this business.
Suddenly, a waiter rushed out of the nightclub. He didn't even wear a jacket. He only wore a jacket and waistcoat outside the white shirt. He made a gesture and turned back. He was the inner respondent of the gang and ran out to report the whereabouts of the target. of.
The leading gunner held the cigarette in his mouth and picked up the submachine gun from under the windbreaker. The left finger wearing leather gloves pointed at it. The gunners rushed forward and went straight to the back door of the nightclub. They didn't say a word but moved quickly. I can see that he is a veteran in this industry.
　　 At the back door of the nightclub, the middle-aged man came out first, at the end of the long and narrow alley, two short hitters with their hands in their pockets, looked over vigilantly.
The middle-aged man stretched his hand into his arms. The bunker moved half a beat faster than him. As soon as he took out the gun from both sides, there was something on the bunker’s forehead. A five-inch steel nail shot through the hard skull. The roots were rooted in the head, and the person was not dead yet, staring in a futile scratch, fell to the ground and his legs were still twitching.
The shot Liu Yanzhi, his hidden weapon kung fu has entered the realm, he can send eight steel nails with both hands, and the firepower is comparable to a submachine gun. Of course, the accuracy of the head will be worse than the single shot. The killer's secret whistle in the alley is solved, and the middle-aged man is loose. With a sigh of relief, he said, "Go, there is a car ahead..."
Before the words fell, the sound of dense footsteps came, followed by a string of bullets hitting the bottom of the feet, the group of killers swarmed, Lei Meng pulled out the M1932 Mauser gun, leveled it and swept it, and 20 bullets were swept away, temporarily Suppressing each other, several people hurriedly returned to the back door of the nightclub.
　　 The sound of gunshots was intense, but at the same time, fireworks and firecrackers were set off everywhere in Shanghai, and the gunshots were submerged in the sound of firecrackers, inconspicuous.
　　 "The front and rear doors are blocked, I have to call reinforcements," the middle-aged man said.
　　 "You are injured." Liu Yan directly reminded.
The middle-aged man realized that he had been shot. Just now he was so nervous that he secreted too much adrenaline, so that he could not notice the pain. After being reminded, he saw a blood stain on his ribs. He immediately cursed: "I have been playing the eagle for a lifetime. Xiao Jiaqiao pecked his eyes, fucking."
Although the shot missed the point, it was shocking. The blood suddenly flowed out. The suit was soaked with blood in a blink of an eye. The floor was slippery. The middle-aged man sat down, took off his jacket with difficulty, tore his shirt, and looked up. There was a bullet hole a few inches away, and blood was bleeding outward with his breathing.
The middle-aged man is a tough guy. He tore the hem of his shirt into long strips and was about to bandage the wound. Liu Yan stretched out his hand and sprayed some aerosol onto his wound with a small spray can, followed by a piece of adhesive tape and patted it. On the wound, the bleeding was completely stopped.
"You are Chen Qingfeng of the Three Guns Club?" Dang Aiguo lit a cigarette and stuffed it in the mouth of the middle-aged man. He just found out the information of this man in his mind. He wanted to remember one or two people in the long history. It’s not easy. Chen Qingfeng has very few written records and only one photo, but his experience is quite legendary. In his early years, he was a little Taoist in the Taoist Temple of Baodugu, Shandong. He was a servant and adjutant with Chen Zikun when he was a teenager. Later, he took off his military uniform and transferred to Sanjiaohui to engage in underground work. It is impossible to find out what great achievements he has done, but it can be imagined that this person is definitely a well-known role.
　　 "Do you know me?" Chen Qingfeng was shocked, but the words behind Dang Paiguo shocked him even more.
"Dashuai Chen asked you to help us. Bring him a good old man for me." Dang Aiguo Road, looked behind him, by the back door, Lei Meng changed a magazine and waited for it, but the shooters outside seemed to be ill of the nightclub. I was very afraid and didn't rush in directly.
　　 "Whose person is outside?" Dang Paiguo asked.
"I can’t talk about anyone, a group of desperadoes. It turned out to be the No. 76 minions of the Wang Puppet government. All of them are cruel and have lives in their hands. After the victory of the War of Resistance, this group of people lingered like bereaved dogs. Under the banner of a certain party-state tycoon, he specializes in dirty work and makes a tough shot, and he will hit a hit."
　　 "Can't talk about it?" Dang Aiguo said, "I can pay a higher price."
"Nothing to talk about. I have seen blood just now. Even if they take your money, they will kill you." Chen Qingfeng said, "The Three Guns will not deal with them. During the War of Resistance, Liang Zi was very deeply involved. Can't agree."
　　 "Who owns the nightclub?" Dang Aiguo asked again.
　　 "Du Yuesheng's background, they dare not come in, but it's just a matter of time. You can't stay in it for a lifetime, and Boss Du won't protect you people with unknown origins. Now I can only wait until my people arrive."
　　Dang Paiguo looked at his watch. It was only half an hour before 0:00. He made a decisive decision: "Yanzhi, you should go to Longhua Airport to stop them first. We will arrive later. If there is an accident, see you in the old place."
Liu Yan nodded expressionlessly, "Yes!" He did not walk through the door, but rubbed up on the second floor, and jumped out of the window. There was loud gunfire outside. Chen Qingfeng was quite worried: "This brother I'm afraid it will be bad luck."
　　 "He's okay." Dang Aiguo helped Chen Qingfeng up, "Go, let's call. I heard that there are many brothers in Shanghai with Three Shots. How many people can you call?"
　　 There was a fierce battle outside. Liu Yan jumped straight across the ridge. A group of people chased him and hit him. The muzzle of the submachine gun was particularly eye-catching in the night, but it was difficult for them to hit the high-speed target. Instead, the opponent killed several people.
　　 The target gradually disappeared on the roof in the distance, and was lost. The boss of the killers had a pale face and said, "Enter the nightclub!"
　　 "Brother, that's Boss Du's place." The subordinates hesitated.
　　 "Go in ten people, don't bring long ones, try to use a knife." The boss said.
　　 In the nightclub, Chen Qingfeng was making a call. He kept pressing the hookswitch, but there was no sound in the receiver and the phone line was cut.
　　 At the front entrance, a group of new guests came in and scattered everywhere. Their eyes were stern and their waists were bulging.
In the orchestra, jazz suddenly stopped and changed to "Friendship is Everlasting". The beautiful melody sounded and people danced again. The killers found the target on the second floor, gathered from all directions, and the daggers hidden under the clothes shone coldly. .
"This time is over." Dang Paiguo closed his eyes in despair. Although Lei Meng was able to fight well, he couldn't deal with more than a dozen people. Chen Qingfeng was already injured and couldn't help. He regretted it and should not do anything. No, Liu Yan should not be sent straight away.
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　　 Under the night, UU reading www. uukanshu. Com Liu Yan dashed straight all the way, the lights of the ships in the Huangpu River were dazzling, and the snowflakes were blowing up under the dim street lights. When he was crossing the road, he was almost hit by a galloping Rover car. A harsh brake sounded and the driver The probe came out and cursed: "Little red guy, I am looking for death!"
Liu Yan rushed over, pulled the driver out of the car window, and got into the driving position. The car's engine was still running. He fumbled briefly and mastered the gear control of an old car, and stepped on the accelerator. , The Rover car shot out like an arrow from the string.
　　 "How can I want to?" A horrified voice came from behind. Liu Yan looked straight in the rearview mirror. She was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, slender, and very nervous.
　　 "I borrow a car for use, I won't do anything to you." Liu Yan said straight.
　　 "Who are you?" The little girl also asked in Mandarin.
"My name is Liu Yanzhi." Liu Yan said straight, stepping on the accelerator. This eight-cylinder high-displacement car was completely mobilized after suppressing the desire to run for a long time. The speed quickly rose to 100 kilometers per hour, and the pointer on the speedometer was still there. As she kept climbing, the little girl in the back seat was turned upside down, her face pale and clutching the handrail tightly.
　　 At 23:50, the Rover car arrived at Longhua Airport. The airport guard saw the license plate number and directly raised the railing to let it go. On the tarmac in the distance, a silver-white C97 transport plane was slowly heading towards the runway.
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