Chapter 447 Return to Shanghai
1928, Shanghai.
Amidst the trumpets of victory in the Northern Expedition, a new scene also ushered in the city.
Martial law was lifted in the concession, people were laughing and chatting, and gentlemen and ladies were walking elegantly through the streets.
In the Chinese world, flags with blue sky and white sun can be seen everywhere, announcing to people that the north is at peace, and this land that has existed for thousands of years has ushered in a new owner.
As night falls, the neon lights of Shili Foreign Market are flashing, and the atmosphere of lively singing and dancing is filled with the atmosphere of drunkenness and wealth.
Pedestrians strolled leisurely on the street. When they reached the middle of the street, many people were attracted by a club and stopped to look curiously.
【Huasheng Chinese Club】
This club is unique in Shanghai and even the country. It provides a place for entertainment and recreation for Chinese people. Although it is located in the concession, foreigners are strictly prohibited from entering.
A club opened in the concession, but foreigners were not allowed to enter. This incident caused a great sensation at the time.
But what is even more shocking is that the Concession Council seems to have acquiesced in this matter. Not only did it issue licenses and business permits normally, but it also hinted that their foreign compatriots should try not to go to this store for consumption.
As soon as this news came out, everyone in Shanghai was amazed at the identity of the owner of this club and how much energy he had to make foreigners bow down in their territory.
However, as time goes by, it is inevitable that troublemakers will appear.
No, not long ago, a Western boxing champion couldn't stand the rules of the Huasheng Club and insisted on breaking in with his own force.
However, just as he was about to step into the threshold, a rolling pin suddenly flew out from the breakfast shop opposite and penetrated deeply into the floor tiles in front of his feet, stopping him.
Seeing that a ZG guy selling breakfast dared to be so disrespectful to him, the Western boxing champion immediately became furious and turned around to fight back. As a result, he was beaten to a pulp, even several bones were broken, and he was eventually carried away.
After this incident, no one dared to cause trouble in this Chinese club.
At this time, in an office on the top floor of the club, a middle-aged maid was carefully wiping the furniture.
This is the office of the club owner. Although it has been more than a month since I last saw the affable owner who gives out rewards whenever he disagrees, this room is cleaned regularly every day and looks as clean as new.
After the maid closed the door and left, a golden light suddenly exploded in the originally silent room, and the next second two figures appeared out of thin air in the empty office.
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Zheng Jirong took a breath and shook his head dizzily. Although the function of shuttling between two worlds was powerful, every time he shuttled, it was like being tossed hundreds of times in a drum washing machine. His head was spinning. Shake it into paste.
He glanced at Ling Lingqi, who was also standing unsteadily and with weak legs next to him, and raised his eyebrows proudly: "I'm right, brother, this is the real Shanghai of the Republic of China!"
Hearing this, Ling Lingqi didn't reply to his words, but first went to the window and took a look.
When I saw the old antique cars and passers-by wearing retro clothes and talking softly to Wu Nong, I suddenly took a breath.
"Arong. How did you do this?"
"Of course it's a special function."
Zheng Jirong sat on the chair behind his desk, took out a box of cigars from the drawer, and threw one to Ling Lingqi.
In the smoke, he slowly explained: "Senior brother Asing, you have also seen him. His special ability can not only see through things, change cards, but also hypnotize and light fires. When I traveled to Shanghai last time, I also awakened inexplicably. He has a special function, which is that he can travel back and forth between two time and spaces.”
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Staring at Zheng Jirong, who had a matter-of-fact expression in front of him, Ling Lingqi was silent for a moment, and finally said: "Ah Rong, this thing is not martial arts, so what does it mean to suddenly awaken? And Ah Xing is just a hypnotic card changer at best, but in this time and space like yours Shuttle is too exaggerated!”
Faced with Ling Lingqi's suspicion, Zheng Jirong smiled calmly and said: "Special powers are also about talent. I am already better than Ah Xing, so isn't it normal for my special powers to be better than his?"
Ling Lingqi wanted to ask more, but Zheng Jirong quickly changed the subject: "Okay, senior brother, we are here to do something big this time. There is no point in dwelling on this. You just need to know that I am still your junior brother who loves each other!"
After saying that, he casually touched the back of his butt, and a mechanical device the size of a basketball suddenly appeared in his hand.
DC8!
Weapons of mass destruction secretly developed by South Korea!
Yes, he stole it from the police.
In fact, strictly speaking, it cannot be stolen, because he went in and took it out openly.
Since the fall of the equator, due to the need to connect with the north, the current administrative systems of the two places are different, and the docking procedures are relatively cumbersome, so DC8 will still need to be placed on Hong Kong Island for about a month.
The location was also changed from the police station to an underground air raid shelter.
Zheng Jirong just put it in the portable space and took it out on the pretext of inspection.
Of course, there are also fakes placed there.
But Ling Lingqi's attention was not focused on this at all. He quickly walked around behind Zheng Jirong, looked at it carefully, and then asked with a smile: "I wanted to ask you where you put your things when we set off. What's going on? How can such a big thing be hidden behind your butt?"
"Don't get me wrong, this is still a special function."
After Zheng Jirong explained casually, he patted the DC8 device in front of him and continued to change the subject: "We don't have much time. The experts in Hong Kong Island will check the device every two days. If it is changed here, it will take about five days."
"What do you want to do?"
Ling Lingqi then urged nervously: "Put it away quickly. This is the Republic of China. If it blows up accidentally, I dare not think about the consequences."
"Don't worry, it is in safe mode now. Even if it is smashed to pieces, it will not explode."
When arresting Chidao that day, Zheng Jirong had already asked about the use of this DC8, and even the key password used by it was taken out of the mouths of the two South Korean agents through Ah Xing's hypnosis.
Thinking of this, he touched his hand behind his buttocks again and took out two raw material balls.
These are two of the twelve raw material balls hidden by Chidao.
After Zheng Jirong knew the whereabouts of the raw material balls, he only handed over ten, and the remaining two were hidden by him.
He was not worried about whether Chidao would reveal the secret of his secret storage of raw material balls. After all, after he got the things and asked all the questions, he directly killed Chidao.
If there was no evidence, even the people from the north could not do anything to him.