vstars Chapter 8 Urgent Mission
Chapter 8 Urgent Mission
Although plans could not keep up with changes, Fang Lansheng quickly prepared himself mentally and calmed down.
He took a deep breath, walked quickly to the large desk in the living room, and opened his suitcase.
Neatly arranged in the black velvet lining was a set of coarse cloth clothes, a gray melon-shaped hat, and a cloth bag containing cosmetics.
This was prepared in advance by the wonton stall owner based on his height and body shape.
It was placed in the compartment under the wooden table before Fang Lansheng came, and he took it away when he left.
In fact, the mission of tonight's operation was a temporary decision made by the organization.
It was already 5:30 in the afternoon when Fang Lansheng finished all the performances for the day at Tianchan Theater.
As usual, he was removing his makeup backstage and received a flower basket from a guest.
The card inserted in the flower basket is fan-shaped, with a red peach blossom painted on it, seven stamens inside, and the signature is the cursive letter L.
Fang Lansheng's expression froze when he saw the card. This was the organization's unique code for contacting him.
The depth of peach blossom color represents the urgency of the task: colorless, yellow, pink, and red correspond to the four levels of daily, ordinary, important, and urgent respectively.
The number of stamens in the peach blossom represents the time of the meeting on that day.
The cursive letter L in the signature represents going to the temporary contact point.
So this code can be interpreted as: Urgent task, please go to the temporary contact point at 7 o'clock on the same day.
The card was cut into a fan shape and painted with peach blossom patterns because Fang Lansheng's underground party code name was "Peach Blossom Fan".
The temporary contact point is the wonton stall in the food street of Sacred Heart Hospital.
When Fang Lansheng received the organization's secret code, his heart skipped a beat.
It turned out to be an urgent mission. It looks like tonight is destined to be a sleepless night!
He calmly tore the card into pieces and flushed it down the drain when he went out to the toilet.
After returning, he quickly removed his makeup, changed into a silver-gray silk gown, declined the fans' invitation to a dinner, and left the Tianchan Theater.
As agreed, he arrived at the wonton stall in the food court of Sacred Heart Hospital on time at seven o'clock in the evening.
The proprietress greeted him warmly as always, without showing any sign of anxiety.
In order to avoid being overheard, he talked about irrelevant topics when chatting with the boss's wife.
To ordinary people, this is clearly just a casual chat between regular diners and the proprietress.
It was not until Fang Lansheng finished eating the wontons and paid the bill, and took out a one-yuan French currency to ask the proprietress for change, that the proprietress took the opportunity to slip him a small note with the details of the task.
"A bowl of three-fresh wontons costs 15 cents. I just charged you one dollar, so I should give you 85 cents in change. Take it."
The proprietress placed a handful of change and a small piece of paper folded into the shape of a tofu block in Fang Lansheng's palm.
"Boss Fang, please count and see if it's correct." The proprietress reminded him again.
"No need. I trust your reputation." Fang Lansheng said as he put the change and the note into his pocket.
"Then please be busy, Madam Boss. I'm leaving now."
Fang Lansheng nodded slightly, and just as he was about to get up and leave, the proprietress added, "Hey, Boss Fang, when you leave, be sure to watch your step!"
The landlady's words had a hidden meaning. She wanted him to take the suitcase from the compartment under the wooden table.
Fang Lansheng immediately understood, and with one hand he groped under the table and easily took out the small black leather suitcase.
Then he brushed off the wrinkles on the hem of his gown and left as if nothing had happened.
"Boss Fang, take care. Come back next time!" The proprietress said with a smile and watched Fang Lansheng leave.
And the subsequent series of words and actions of the two of them happened to be missed by Jiang Shiyuan.
At this time, Fang Lansheng, who was sitting at his desk, calmly opened the small note mixed in with a pile of change and carefully read the tiny calligraphy on it.
According to reliable intelligence, Inoue Rizhao will secretly go to Sacred Heart Hospital for medical treatment at around 11 o'clock this evening.
He is of medium build, with a narrow and long face and pale complexion. He often wears a suit and carries a cane.
You need to pay close attention to his movements tonight. Comrade "Yi Shuihan" will cooperate with you in secret. If possible, kill him in one fell swoop!
This urgent task, like a thunderclap, instantly exploded in Fang Lansheng's mind.
He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the turmoil in his heart, tore the note into pieces, and flushed it down the toilet.
He knew that Inoue Rizhao was the leader of the Inoue Mansion and a cancer planted by Japan in Shanghai, and he must be eliminated as soon as possible!
Fang Lansheng clenched his fists, and a fierce murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
This Inoue Rizhao was born a Japanese ronin. Since coming to Shanghai, he often mingled with the Japanese immigrants in Hongkou District.
Later, he rented a few houses in the Hardoon Building on Nanjing Road and named it "Inoue Mansion".
Later, he opened the Tongyuan Trading Company here, using the cover of conducting Sino-Japanese trade in Shanghai, and recruited a group of ronin spies trained by the Black Dragon Society from Japan as their backbone.
Over the years, they have organized and planned many espionage and terrorist activities such as intelligence gathering, assassinations, kidnappings, and sabotage.
During this period, they crazily persecuted anti-Japanese fighters, which had a very negative impact on the people of Shanghai and the Red Party's underground anti-Japanese work.
If we continue to allow them to act recklessly, the consequences will be disastrous.
However, Inoue had always been secretive and rarely appeared in public. This time, his underground party comrades finally found a perfect opportunity to assassinate him.
"But who is this comrade codenamed 'Yi Shui Han'?"
Fang Lansheng frowned slightly. He had never heard of this underground party comrade before.
"It seems that this time the organization has sent a capable person to cooperate with me in completing the assassination!"
He quickly adjusted his mindset and refocused his attention on the urgent task at hand.
Fang Lansheng took out his pocket watch and checked the time with the clock on the wall of the hotel.
The current time is 9:55.
"Time is running out, I have to act quickly!"
So he began to use the clothes and props in the suitcase to disguise himself in order to facilitate subsequent surveillance and assassination operations.
After a while, an ordinary middle-aged man wearing a melon-shaped hat, coarse cloth clothes, and cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles appeared in front of the dressing mirror.
If no one hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have been able to connect him with Fang Lansheng, the famous and graceful actor on the stage.
On Jiang Shiyuan's side, while keeping an eye on the movements of Fang Lansheng across the street, he also used a telescope to observe whether there were any latest developments around the food street and Sacred Heart Hospital.
At this moment, a thin black shadow suddenly appeared on the rooftop of the fifth floor of the Sacred Heart Hospital and flashed by.
"who?!"
Jiang Shiyuan was startled and quickly adjusted the angle of the telescope, trying to see clearly where the black shadow fell.
However, the black shadow suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
"Am I dazzled?"
Jiang Shiyuan rubbed his eyes, somewhat incredulous.
She raised the telescope again, adjusted it to the highest magnification, and carefully searched every corner of the rooftop.
Finally, she found that the man was already lying in the corner of the rooftop facing the food street, quietly setting up a sniper rifle.
Thanks to the United States' most advanced military telescope, she was able to see the man's face clearly.
That man was none other than the talented sharpshooter "Hou Yi" in their Military Control Commission's special operations group.