"How did you send the Japanese?" Xu Zhenzhen asked with some surprise.

Wu Ming smiled, handed her the spy certificate, and said, "Simple, rely on this devil's ID."

"Awesome." Xu Zhenzhen looked through it and smiled, "It speaks Japanese well, although I don't understand it very much."

"It's better to try to come out as little as possible in the future." Wu Ming shook his head and smiled bitterly: "You can still make trouble when you eat. It's also a blame for Miss Xu, you are too beautiful."

"Haha." Xu Zhenzhen covered her mouth and laughed, "Thank you for giving me a sigh. Is your beating handsome in a while?"

"I've had some food and watched the excitement. Miss Xu will accompany me to see the houses around Yanda!" Wu Ming reached out and called a rickshaw.

"You can call my English name in the future, Jan." Xu Zhenzhen said softly.

"Dear classmates." British professor Xia Rende led Wu Ming into the classroom, "I'll introduce you to you, this is the new classmate Liu Huade, whose English name is..." He looked at Wu Ming with some embarrassment.

Seeing that Professor Xia turned his eyes to him, Wu Ming had to nod at the students in the classroom, "My English name is James Bond, please take care of me."

"Everyone welcomes the arrival of new classmates." A young man who looked like a class monitor spoke and took the lead in applauding.

After the applause, Xia Rende smiled happily, "Very good, everyone wants to live in harmony and make progress together. Bond classmate, please sit in that position. HTN is about to start teaching."

When he was going to school again, Wu Ming sat in his seat with a complicated mood, listening to the foreigner with a Mediterranean head giving a lecture, holding a pen to record it in his notebook. He was originally a place to study medicine. These things are not unfamiliar to him. They are even a bit old. Forget it, his purpose is not pure, just listen!

Xia Rende was very dedicated. After class, he walked up to Wu Ming and asked kindly: "How is it? Classmate Liu. Can you understand?"

Wu Ming stood up and said politely: "I can still understand. I studied medicine in the United States and I graduated just one year away."

"That's right!" Xia Rende nodded with a little surprise, "That's good. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me directly and discuss it with everyone. The classmates in our class are very active."

"Thank you, I understand." Wu Ming replied respectfully.

"Student Bond." The young man who was like a class monitor came over and stretched out his hand with a smile, "My name is Zhang Zhiqiang, I am the class monitor of this class."

"Hello, senior." Wu Ming and Zhang Zhiqiang shook hands, and then several more students came over and introduced each other.

"This is Jiang Danyu, the best grades in our class." Zhang Zhiqiang pointed to a beautiful girl who had just come over and said, "However, he is also the least courageous. Last time he went to the anatomy class..."

"What? You still have the face to say that I am timid. Who is that who will not eat meat for a few days... she wants to become a vegetarian monk." Jiang Dancun blushed and retorted vigorously.

"Eating vegetarian food is good for your health. You are not..., ah, don't do anything, girls shouldn't be that rude!" Zhang Zhiqiang shouted, covering his head.

Wu Ming looked at all this and a faint smile appeared on his face. This feeling of youth has not been experiencing it for a long time. When a person is old, what is truly worth remembering is laughing and scolding when he is young and ignorant, whether it is right or wrong.

In school, Wu Ming spent a few days of relaxing life, which was also due to the deliberate shaping of his adoptive father Chen Pengfei and his own conditions. Whether from the outside or the inside, he seemed very ordinary, neither handsome nor ugly, nor introverted and weird. In addition, he was a medical department and had some practical experience. At least he looked calm and skillful when dissecting the corpse. So he quickly integrated into this group, just like a grain of sand mixed into the pile of sand.

In a small house outside Yanjing University, Wu Ming and Xu Zhenzhen sat opposite him.

"It seems you have a great time in school!" Xu Zhenzhen said to Wu Ming with a smile.

"Fortunately, I have become energetic when I am with these young people." Wu Ming touched his chin and replied with a smile.

"It's alive." Xu Zhenzhen opened her bag with her carry-on and took out a few things. "This is an invitation to attend the Japanese and puppet celebration party. This is a pistol and bullet. I will send a bicycle over tomorrow morning..."

"Is this from Italy..." Wu Ming asked while fiddling with this very small and beautifully decorated little pistol.

"Yes, it is a portable 9-gun in Belita, Italy, also known as palm thunder." Xu Zhenzhen explained: "Small size and exquisite decoration. It is usually a protective weapon for prominent figures. Because the gunshots are small, it is very suitable for assassination."

"How many?" Wu Ming loaded two bullets and made a shooting move.

"Don't try here." Xu Zhenzhen hurriedly stopped him.

"Of course I won't try here." Wu Ming shook his head, "I'm not stupid."

Xu Zhenzhen gave him a blank look and continued, "There may be other actions that day, so you need to be more flexible."

"Any other action?" Wu Ming looked at Xu Zhenzhen in confusion, "Is it organized by the Military Control Commission, or..."

"I'm not sure, either." Xu Zhenzhen frowned, "It seems that the Anti-Group will organize an action."

"Anti-Group, a group of amateur personnel." Wu Ming curled his lips, "Then let's compare who's getting better."

On July 7, the Japanese and puppet celebration meeting was held on time. Wu Ming, who had been disguised, entered the Shejitan venue of Zhongshan Park with the invitation post. He found that the local Japanese and puppet soldiers were on high alert and had no chance to withdraw even if they started. He was not in a hurry, and stood there lazy and watched Wu Juchi, a traitor who was called the "first pen" in the puppet newspaper industry at that time, jumping up and down. He was very active and couldn't help but sneer.

"What should I do?" In the corner not far away, anti-sponsors members Li Zhenying and Feng Yunxiu were whispering.

"It's hard to start in the venue, so it's better to be outside the venue." Li Zhenying whispered: "Let Meng Lingshi and others distribute flyers at the venue, and change the throw-off to pass and distribute."

"I understand." Feng Yunxiu nodded and turned around and left.

What are you doing? Wu Ming felt something strange in the venue. A fashionable little girl had already walked to him, handed him a flyer, turned around and left.

"Anti-Japanese propaganda leaflet!" Wu Ming opened it and was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly put it in his arms. He looked up and saw that the other Chinese who received the leaflet did not make noise or reported to the Japanese and puppets. They all held it up and bowed their heads and left, looking tacitly, and the two worlds on and off the stage were like two worlds, and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. This is the action of the Anti-Japanese League organization? That would not have missed his assassination.

The celebration was over, and Wu Ming had already left the venue early and aimed at his target at the entrance of the venue.

The Japanese and puppet people dispersed one after another. The traitor Wu Juchi and Chen Wangzi got on Wu Juchi's rickshaw and headed towards the southeast Xuanwu Gate. Li Zhenying and Feng Yunxiu of the Anti-Japanese Corps also rode on the bicycle and followed him to find an opportunity to start. "Are these two people going to assassinate the fool and the fat man? It's really a mess!" Wu Ming frowned and followed slowly on his bicycle behind.

There was a sudden noise in front of me, and a team of wealthy families came out of the nearby alley. The sound of suona and crying were in chaos. Wu Juchi's coachman stopped the car to make way.

Now, Wu Ming saw that there was an opportunity to take advantage of it, so he pedaled a few steps, surpassing Li Zhenying and Feng Yunxiu, approached Wu Juchi's side of the car, took out the thunder wrapped around his cloth from his arms, and shot two shots from his armpit at Wu Juchi and Chen Wangzi's heads. Wu Ming did not stop after the shooting, but turned to the right and rushed into the alley along the funeral procession. All this took only a few seconds. Due to the low gunshots and the chaotic sounds, Wu Juchi's coachman did not notice it at all.

"Retreat quickly." Li Zhenying was stunned for a moment and waved his hand to stop Feng Yunxiu.

"What's wrong?" Feng Yunxiu asked in confusion, stretching out his finger to the yellow bun-hut husband who had already started moving in front of him, "They are leaving."

"Retreat quickly and notify other personnel to retreat too. Let's talk about it if you have something to do." Li Zhenying didn't explain, turned around and left.

Li Zhenying, head of the Anti-Japanese League, is a student of the Chemistry Department of Yan University, and is a major in blasting. Feng Yunxiu, formerly a Chinese-Japanese student in Tianjin, joined the Anti-Japanese League in 1937. On the surface, he was a student with excellent character and academic performance, but in fact he was an outstanding scholar killer in the Anti-Japanese League. Feng's family background was also quite prominent. He was the nephew of Qi Xieyuan, the general manager of the North China Pseudo-Public Security Administration.

Wu Ming rode his bicycle, turned out of the alley, and rode back to Yanjing University quickly. He stopped the car in front of the dormitory building, hummed a small song and went back to sleep.
Chapter completed!