Yile Tower.

Haozi held the oil cake in his hand, and the pork head meat was rolled in the oil cake.

I was so happy to take a bite of the pancake and drink a sip of hot tea.

Dingling.

The phone rings, which was a special telephone line. A plainclothes looked into the eyes and picked up the microphone and listened, then covered the microphone and shouted in a low voice, "Brother Hao, the phone number of the inspector."

Haozi took a sip of hot tea, brought the pancake into his stomach, burped comfortably, walked over to take the microphone, and said respectfully, "Chief of the Inspector."

"Have you caught the tail of Jiang Mule?" Cheng Qianfan asked in a deep voice.

The fate of the mansion of "Zhang Dashuai" on Xi'ansi Road has already locked in the murderer:

After careful investigation, the second inspector Yuan Kaizhou determined that the bandit Jiang Muzi was the murderer of this case.

At present, the French Concession Police Office has issued a wanted order to search for the bandit Jiang Mule.

In view of Jiang Mule's repeated crimes, the police officer of the police officer, Fegsson, personally issued a reward for the first time.

Regardless of life and death, if you arrest the ginger mule and return to the rank of the first level, the team will receive a reward of 5,000 French coins. If you catch the murderer yourself, you will receive 2,000 French coins.

"Not yet." Haozai shook his head and said, "I have been staring at the streets, and my subordinates have also spread out. There is no movement for the time being."

"At least there is a wooden stake when you wait for the rabbit. It would be strange if you can catch people like a headless fly." Cheng Qianfan scolded, "It's time to use your brain. It's rumored that Jiang Mule is happy. This old guy can't hold it in. I'll find a way to find him and stare at him to death."

"I understand." Hao Zai nodded quickly and said.

After hanging up the phone, Haozai looked at the two subordinates around him, "The inspector said that Jiang Mule may have a good relationship. Focus on checking the door halfway to see if there are any secretly contacts with Jiang Mule."

"Brother Hao, do you want to check a nightclub?" One of the people asked with great anticipation.

"You go and check it out." Haozai nodded, "I've been beaten to death, don't shout for help."

This tent smiled embarrassedly.

"I'm squeezed by the big butt dancer's asshole?" Haozai cursed, "Jiang Mule can't stand it. His appearance is probably the ones who are half-closed in the door."

He glared at his subordinates, and Haozi cursed angrily, "Smile, you two are staring at me, I'll buy a pack of cigarettes."

...

"Come on a pack of Hard Gate." Haozai came to a tobacco shop and shouted at the shop behind the iron fence.

Shanghai is not peaceful, and robbery becomes a trend.

In order to prevent problems in some shops, in order to prevent them from happening, they often install iron bars on the counter.

Especially in small-scale pawn shops and tobacco and miscellaneous stores, there seems to be no much money, but money is frequently in and out, and most of the time, money cabinets are not locked and robbed is convenient. Therefore, such stores are basically equipped with iron fences.

The store took the money, cushioned his feet near the iron fence, and handed out the cigarette.

"Send a signal immediately, Lou Lianxiang is ready to go out, follow her and see where this woman is going."

"Find 40 cents and keep them." The store nodded and handed out four nickel coins worth one cent.

"Be careful to keep a secret." Haozai reminded again.

After Haozai left, the store asked for a phone number. After three times, someone answered the call.

"Mrs. I want to go out to play mahjong and prepare a car."

"clear."

About ten minutes later, a black Ford car parked under Father Jin Road Lianxiang's apartment.

The agents from the Second Intelligence Group of the Special Information Group, who had been monitoring Lou Lianxiang's residence, immediately cheered up.

Lou Lianxiang and her maid Ajuan got into the car.

The car in front did not notice that there was a small car behind them.

...

Cheng Qianfan, who had changed into casual clothes, came to the yard of the police station.

Li Hao was holding a cigarette in his mouth, and he was washing the car, his eyes would glance out of the yard without any trace.

"Ma Fei hasn't come back yet?" Cheng Qianfan picked up a cigarette, walked to the car door, and lit a foreign fire, and he took a heavy breath.

"Not yet, I'll arrange for the stinger to stare at me." Li Hao said in a low voice, then glanced at the fire box in Brother Fan's hand, and slightly raised his voice, "Brother Fan, your lighter has not been repaired yet?"

Before the attack, Cheng Qianfan was shocked and angry and threw away his gold lighter. Later, the lighter was picked up by the police and handed over to Datoulu, and then sent for repair.

"How can I be so easy to repair? It's imported from Germany and there are not many in Shanghai." Cheng Qianfan shook his head, spat out a breath of smoke, and pointed at the direction of the door. It seemed that he was discussing someone and something, but his voice was lowered, "The little Taoist priest is still at point 6?"

"Well, I'll take a team of people and I'll be at my own risk."

Cheng Qianfan frowned slightly. The day before yesterday, the French Concession Central District conducted a routine inspection. For safety reasons, he arranged for Haozi to take his people to temporarily avoid the safety point No. 6 in Mailan District. The distance here is quite long, so it is too late to go up.

However, it is not clear where Ruan Zhiyuan took Lou Lianxiang to have a secret meeting. It is hard to say that it is close to Mailan District, so it is hard to say.

"Notify Taozi and ask him to lead a team of people." Cheng Qianfan said that Taozi is closest to this place, so you can mobilize Taozi first.

As he said that, he shouted in the direction of the medical room, "Old Huang, Lao Huang, help me get some throat-relieving medicine."

Lao Huang, who was basking in the sun, waved his hand and said that he had received it.

"Haozi's people will follow Lou Lianxiang's car, and it is very likely that Ruan Zhiyuan sent someone to pick her up." Cheng Qianfan held a cigarette in his mouth, tilted his head, and said, "Haozi's people are responsible for tracking and confirming the target. Taozi takes people to do it. If conditions permit, he will get rid of Ruan Zhiyuan at all costs!"

"I understand." Li Hao nodded.

He understood what Brother Fan meant, and the conditions allowed were not inconsistent with the cost.

Conditions allow, if there is no ambush or Japanese guards, you can take action.

Once you take action, you will move forward and complete the task at all costs.

"Tell Taozi." Cheng Qianfan took a sip of cigarette, sprayed out a smog, and said, "Be prepared for the aftermath."

"I understand." Li Hao glanced at Brother Fan, and the smoke drifted away. Brother Fan's face was cold and his eyes were deep, making people afraid to look at each other.

Li Hao knew that Brother Fan was not a cold-blooded and ruthless person.

"That's the matter just now?" Li Hao asked. He still remembered that Brother Fan said he wanted Taozi to meet him after getting off work.

"I'll talk about that tomorrow." Cheng Qianfan blew up the ashes, "The focus today is on sanctioning Ruan Zhiyuan."

"clear."

Cheng Qianfan threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on his leather shoes, and walked straight towards the medical room.

"Old Huang, where is my medicine, my throat is so uncomfortable."

...

There are many water and land piers in Shanghai, and the major transportation routes are erected, and teahouses can be seen everywhere.

Yile Tower is naturally a bit worse than the Chunfeng Deyi Tower that Cheng Qianfan often visits. This is just a medium-grade teahouse in the central area.

Those who drink tea in Yilelou are mixed with dragons and snakes, probably from the gang.

Teahouses are the place to solve problems.

Generally speaking, there are three types of things in teahouses.

One type is the public verdict of right and wrong, and there are conflicts and contradictions. Two groups of people hired respected intermediaries or had no intermediaries. In short, they were having tea in the teahouse to negotiate, which is the so-called "eating and talking about tea".

When that was the case, two gangs of people gathered, and naturally the more people, the better. First, I talked about the literary lecture. If I couldn’t finish the literary lecture, I made an appointment with Wushu.

If there are no special circumstances, the negotiators will rarely take action directly in the teahouse. Those who can open the teahouse are mostly helping, not looking at monks and Buddha faces.

The second type is the escape place where people steal and take possessions, the abducted daughters, and the wives who are abducted by men in a petition, mostly make appointments with their lovers in the teahouse, using this as the starting point for elopement. Of course, some women are directly sold by the man in the teahouse.

The third type of people are those places where idle people spend their time. These people may not have much money in their pockets, but they are more knowledgeable than the other, and they are more informed.

Therefore, teahouses have always been the focus of patrol rooms, sightseeing and various forces.

...

Seeing Cheng Qianfan coming in swayingly, the buzzing sound in the teahouse became lighter.

Some people stood up consciously and greeted Commander Xiao Cheng with his fists.

Some people who are consciously qualified and have high status in the gang have never stood up, but they still greet Cheng Qianfan with a smile.

"Sit down!" Xiao Cheng nodded with a smile and pressed down with both hands.

Then he walked towards a middle-aged man and gave a finger from the Green Gang, "Uncle Luo Liu, long time no see, you're rich."

"Brother Fan, get rich, get rich." Uncle Luo Liu smiled heartily, "Are you?"

"Some official business." Cheng Qianfan pointed upstairs, "Uncle Luo Liu, today's entertainment is considered a nephew."

"Then I'm not polite." Uncle Luo Liu laughed, "You can do your business."

Cheng Qianfan went up the second floor, walked out of the stairs, looked at it, and walked towards a private room.

"Inspector." Haozi, who was drinking tea, quickly put down the teacup and stood up to salute.

"Didn't you let you go out and find out the news?" Cheng Qianfan frowned and scolded.
To be continued...