Hua Ting first picked out a small-sized men's suit for herself in a relatively deserted clothing store, then found a fake beard and glued it on in a small shop that specialized in selling mask gadgets, and then tied her hair tightly.
Tightly hidden in a hat, of course she is paired with a pair of gold-rimmed round glasses, and with her height of 1.6cm, if you don't look carefully in the night, you will really mistake her for a handsome young master from some family.
After finishing her disguise, she stuffed her original clothes and purse into a rubbish pile deep in the alley.
When she came back after finishing her work, if the rubbish had not been taken away, she could change her clothes back.
Everything is ready.
Hua Ting stood on the dock of Shiliupu.
This 150-year-old Huangpu River Wharf was not originally called Shiliupu Wharf because it is located in the busiest part of Shanghai Port, with concentrated passenger and freight traffic and numerous wharves.
Passengers and Shanghai residents all call this place Shiliupu Wharf by word of mouth.
Shop, the name has been in use since that time.
The current Huangpu River Wharf is an important water transportation hub connecting Shanghai to the whole country and even the world.
It is also the main waterway for Bai Qihong to smuggle opium.
Later, in Huating's era, the old wharf was transformed into the South Bund area with old Shanghai culture.
A fashionable new landmark with a historical background, some buildings inherit the classic Shikumen style of the old buildings, maintaining the richest charm of Shanghai Shikumen, making it a place worth visiting for tourists at home and abroad.
At night, the wind was strong by the river.
Hua Ting wrapped her coat tightly and looked into the distance.
Standing at this Huangpu River pier with important historical significance, I feel endless emotions in my heart.
After all, this place is different from the era where Hua Ting lived.
In such an era, those leisure clubs, theme restaurants, creative workshops and landscape fountain pools were just dilapidated factory buildings, boiler rooms and employee bathhouses, etc., and had not yet been transformed into Later the place for fashion cutting-edge.
No matter how many years have passed, the Linjiang alleys and old-fashioned Shikumen communities here still circulate the stories of Shanghai's tycoons.
These stories have been arranged by different people and have several different versions of historical significance.
And the dock warehouse of a certain Shanghai tycoon that was rumored to be very popular should belong to Bai Qihong.
She knew the location of Bai Qihong's warehouse and roughly knew the opium transportation process.
It was said that several French ships transported the opium to Wusongkou, and then Jian Maosheng was responsible for contacting a Beiyang army to escort the goods from Wusongkou.
Go to Shiliupu and hand it over to Bai Qihong.
Bai Qihong then leads his subordinates to transport the opium packages to the French Concession and wholesale them to major opium dens.
This is indeed a profitable business.
So no matter how Chen Huanlin tried to persuade him, Bai Qihong refused to let go until his death.
When she left just now, she took away a few boxes of matchboxes that were placed on every table in the Juxintang teahouse.
She decided to set fire to Bai Qihong's opium warehouse on this night that will be remembered by history.
This is probably the only thing she can do.
Hua Ting stood at the entrance of an alley diagonally opposite the warehouse and observed the situation outside the warehouse door.
There were five tall men in black guarding them, but they seemed a little bored.
Although their waists were straight and their mouths were But while they were chatting about one thing or another, especially when they talked about women in brothels, their laughter seemed particularly vulgar.
Hua Ting raised her gun and knocked down the five burly men outside the door at a rate of one per second.
It didn't even take five seconds.
While they all fell to the ground and screamed, Hua Ting quickly walked out of the alley.
"Who are you?"
One of the men in black covered the keys on his waist with vigilance.
The legs of the five men in black were all dripping with blood, which was dazzling under the street lights.
Hua Ting lowered her voice, "Give me the key, and I promise to send you to the hospital before your blood runs out."
The man in black was clutching the key at his waist.
"Who are you?"
"Stop talking nonsense, key."
Hua Ting pointed the gun at him.
Unexpectedly, the man in black refused to obey.
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While enduring the severe pain in his legs, he gritted his teeth and snorted: "You'd better beat me to death."
"You think I don't dare" "Who are you?"
Someone put a knife against her neck from behind.
Damn, there must be 6 people guarding this place.
No wonder the man in black looked calm.
It turns out there is a back-up plan "Put the gun down," the man behind him shouted gruffly.
Such a sneak attack was completely beyond Hua Ting's expectation.
She looked at the black figure on the ground, which was almost half a head taller than her, and secretly thought about how to deal with it.
"Did you hear that?"
The blade was cold against the skin of her neck. keep calm first Judging from the shadow, this person is about 1.75 meters tall and has a thin build.
He was holding a few bags of hot stuff in his left hand.
He must have just returned from buying midnight snacks.
"Boss," although the man in black in front of him had a distorted face, he could not hide his joy.
He shouted to the person behind Hua Ting, "Stop talking nonsense to him and kill him with one knife."
Although Cao knew that Bai Qihong's subordinates were by no means benevolent, cheating, abducting, eating, drinking, prostitution, gambling, and smoking cigarettes, in order not to harm her life, she deliberately avoided everyone's vital points.
Unexpectedly, the situation had changed slightly, and he Then he asked for her life.
It seemed that she was too kind and should have shot him early.
"Don't put down the gun yet."
The man behind him was encouraged by the man in black on the ground, and he became obviously impatient.
"What kind of nonsense are you talking to him about?"
This man in black couldn't wait to kill her.
"If you don't put down the gun, don't blame me."
Hua Ting was keenly aware that the hand holding the blade tightened.
Okay, you want to have a head-on confrontation, right?
Just when she was about to pull the trigger, there was a loud "bang" and the blade attached to her neck fell to the ground.
Blood sprayed from behind her onto the clothes of the man opposite her, including her neck. , arm and the back of the hand holding the gun.
The man's face changed in horror.
Scarlet blood dripped down her wrist onto the dirty cement floor.
She looked back.
The big man with the knife was lying on the ground, shot in the head and dead.
The shooter was standing behind her, wearing a black robe and a large maroon rattan hat.
The handsome face under the brim of the hat was slightly raising one corner of his lips towards her.
Chen Shu To be continued n130418: