"That's it?" Hong Yue asked in disbelief after hearing Han Han's story.

Han Han was sweating all over the bike and was gnawing the cut watermelon. He nodded in an umbrella as an answer.

"There are too many loopholes, not perfect." Hong Yue shook her head, "What if the Zhao surnamed suddenly figured out what to do if he went to the hospital first? What if he noticed that he was wearing a vest wearing explosives and broken nails, and found someone to smash the lock first? What if..."

"Not that much." Wu Ming changed his clothes and walked out with a fan.

"This is actually a gamble. It is a pleasure to succeed, but there is no loss if it fails." Wu Ming sat down and explained.

"This is the best way we can think of." Wu Ming continued: "It's too difficult to get close to No. 76. And according to my observation and judgment, Zhao Beisheng, although he was obsessed with greed, was a guy who was extremely afraid of death. I first knocked him out of mind, then asked him to put on a vest, and finally forced him to swallow poison, and threatened him with words. Under this series of mental blows, he had no time to judge what the vest was, and only remembered the poison in his heart, so I guess he had a great chance of running all the way to No. 76."

"Is that poison fake?" Hong Yue asked in confusion.

"It's true." Han Han threw away the melon peel and nodded, "Even if something unexpected happens, he can poison him if he doesn't blow him to death. Besides, my elder brother and I have disguised themselves, so he can't see clearly at night, which is even safer."

"Psychological hint?" Hong Yue said thinking: "Prefer to poison, let him ignore the vest he wears."

"Yes, you guessed it right." Wu Ming nodded in admiration, "If we can know what the enemy is thinking and what we want to do? It's not like playing. Besides, this operation does not require many enemies to be killed, mainly to serve as a deterrent effect. As long as Zhao Beisheng exploded successfully near No. 76, our goal will be achieved."

"There is also a time bomb made of an alarm clock." Han Han smiled and raised his chin. "Brother will take you to the little Tokyo Cinema in Hongkou tomorrow. It's beautiful, you can watch movies."

"Really?" Hong Yue looked at Wu Ming excitedly.

"Don't listen to his nonsense." Wu Ming waved his hand deeply, "I'll go and check the spots during the day tomorrow. If conditions permit, I'll give it to the Japanese."

The building in the center of No. 76 is called Gaofang. It is the main building of No. 76. Walking up the stone steps, you will see the hall and the stairs, and the east end is the reception room. Behind it is the communication room. The upper floor of the reception room is Ding Mo's dormitory and office. Ding Mo is very afraid of death. He does not sleep on the bed in this room, the real bedroom. However, it is the bathroom in this room. Because the bathroom is surrounded by bulletproof steel plates, when you want to sleep, you lock the door and the bathroom door, install a brown strip on the bathtub to sleep peacefully. If something happens, there is a last line of defense, and this traitor can take great pains.

"Boom!" A small explosion suddenly came. Ding Mo was in the office, like a frightened rabbit, rushed into the bathroom with a whoosh and locked the door lock with a click.

After a while, the chaotic footsteps and shouts were getting closer and closer. Several people came outside the door and began to call Ding Mo, and kept knocking on the door.

After a long time, Ding Mo realized that there was no danger, so he walked out of the bathroom and opened the door.

"Director Ding, it's not good." Ma Xiaotian, the new guard captain, looked anxious. Before Ding Mo asked, he spoke, "Zhao Beisheng rushed over quickly just now, holding a letter in his hand, saying that it was a war letter under the Anti-Japanese Iron Blood Group."

"What then?" Ding Mo asked with a frown.

"It was getting late, and the brothers at the door stopped him and sent the letter to me." Ma Xiaotian continued, "But Zhao Beisheng was not sure what was wrong. He hurriedly insisted on going to the guard room inside to answer some phone call, and argued with his brothers in the hall. Then, he suddenly exploded, and along with the brothers around him..."

"He exploded?" Ding Mo widened his eyes, "Does he pull the grenade or the explosive pack?"

"None of them!" Ma Xiaotian stomped his feet, "Several brothers are there. If he wants to do something, he will have stopped him. It's really that he suddenly exploded."

"Take me to see." Ding Mo turned around and walked out, what's going on with his own eyes?

The Ji Sifei Road in western Shanghai is a road that British and American imperialism has forcibly built with its warships and cannons outside the original public concession, that is, the British concession area. Everyone calls it to build a road across the border. Since it is a road across the border outside the gate, no one can send guards, so in the hall of 76, a row of bows and bows are often stood as a warning.

At this time, the hall was in chaos and flesh and blood were flying everywhere. Although the explosives in Wu Ming's explosion vest were only more than three kilograms, it was mixed with a lot of steel beads and iron filings. When it exploded, it was astonishingly lethal.

The guards surrounding Zhao Guangsheng were basically not spared. They were sieves by dense steel balls and iron filings. Even many of the people behind were hit and were screaming.

Several Japanese military police stationed in No. 76 were carefully inspecting the scene under the leadership of Shibuya Warrant Officer.

"Ding Sang." Seeing Ding Mo and others coming over, Shibuya shook his head and said, "Zhao Guangsheng is a traitor. His conscience is very broken. He works with a bomb on his back."

"Bomb on your back?" Ding Mo looked down at the bloody scene. Poor Zhao Guangsheng's limbs were broken, and the only thing that was preserved was his head.

"Director Ding." A wounded guard covered his bloody face and said, "He didn't carry a bomb, otherwise the brothers would have held him down long ago."

"What's going on?" Ding Mo asked with a frown: "How could it explode suddenly without a bomb on his back?"

"Yes, it's the vest he's wearing." The injured guard said: "It's thick and locked. The brothers just thought it was strange and didn't take it seriously. It was just that the game suddenly exploded and hurt the brothers."

Ding Mo squatted down and pinched a piece of rag with blood. It was a very strong, similar thing to canvas. There was no such thing as using this kind of cloth to make clothes. He frowned tightly.
Chapter completed!