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Pattering light rain.

Deep and narrow alleys.

There were two or three cheongsam beauties walking slowly with umbrellas, and occasionally a few words of Wu Nong's soft words and shallow laughter came.

In this ordinary alley, there is a grocery store called Simao Grocery Store.

The shop owner is a middle-aged dumpy man. His name is Huang Defu, and Si Mao is his baby name.

At this time, Huang Simao was sitting on the chair behind the counter like a pile of mud, and there were four burly men standing around him.

A big man looked at the watch on his wrist from time to time, but the anxiety in his heart became more and more intense.

"Huang Simao, if you dare to lie to us, I will kill you alive!" The man yelled at Huang Simao viciously.

"I said sir, I really didn't lie to you. The agreed time is exactly nine o'clock, and he has never been late." Huang Simao said with a sad face, bowing his body.

Huang Simao knew what was waiting for him. Now that he fell into the hands of these people, he was no longer a human, not even a dog.

His only wish now is to die quickly. A painless death is already the greatest blessing.

Outsiders, not even his neighbors, knew that Huang Simao's small shop was an important contact point for the Shanghai underground party and an intelligence base.

Huang Simao has been working for the underground party for several years. He never thought that he would be exposed here. The people who came to him to collect documents and information were all the people he knew best and the people he admired the most.

Those people will never betray him, because they have long looked down on life and death, and have long ignored their personal interests.So what's the problem?

These days, Huang Simao always feels that there are often some strangers walking around, but he doesn't care. After all, Shanghai has a large passenger flow and a large number of foreign population. Alleys are also common.

Many alleys in the south of the Yangtze River look so much alike, and there are many turns and turns, which are almost like a maze to outsiders.

As soon as the store opened this morning, four people suddenly rushed in from the door, all of them were big-armed and powerful, and all of them were wearing pistols.

Huang Simao knew this kind of gun. The folks said that this German gun had twenty rings, a large mirror, etc., and it could be called a small machine gun because of its fierce firepower.

But he didn't know where these four people came from. They handcuffed him when they came up, and then asked him where the information was hidden, who was the person who came to get the information, and so on.

Of course, Huang Simao would not admit this. He denied it flatly, saying that he was just a law-abiding, hard-working grocery store owner who made a living by doing small businesses. He didn't know what they meant by "intelligence".

The four big men didn't beat him or frighten him, they just named the people who often came to his shop to get information.

Huang Simao was quite surprised. This is a secret. The enemy has already grasped the details, so naturally he can't get away with it.

The enemy came too fast, and he didn't have time to deal with the information on the counter, so he was simply checked out by these four people.

Huang Simao was confined to the three-square-meter space behind the counter. He could sit on a chair and get up to organize the shelves beside the counter, but he was not allowed to do anything beyond the routine.

In other words, everything that Huang Simao does must appear to be in normal business, without any accidents.

At this moment, the only hope in Huang Simao's heart was that the comrade who came to collect information was delayed by something and couldn't come here today. In this case, this comrade could escape.

Huang Simao sat expressionless on the chair, but he was full of regret in his heart, regretting that he was too careless.

For a long time, the delivery of information has been smooth and smooth, and there has never been a problem.

After a long time, Huang Simao relaxed his vigilance. Because there were many things to do yesterday, he didn't hide the information in advance.

Now that the information has fallen into the hands of the enemy, his life is no longer important, but losing this information will bring great losses to the cause of the party.

The more Huang Simao thought this way, the more frightened he became, the greater the psychological pressure, and in the end he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

The four burly men just thought that he was greedy for life and afraid of death, and looked at him with contempt, but they didn't know that what Huang Simao was afraid of was not his life at all, but the serious consequences of losing information.

While the four big men were anxious, suddenly a lookout whispered: "Someone is coming, everyone pay attention."

The four people immediately divided the work, two of them hid behind the two doors, and two of them hid in the counter, squatting down, holding the shell gun tightly in their hands, and the bullets were already loaded.

A rickshaw approached quietly, like a small boat floating on the Huangpu River. When it arrived at the door, the person pulling the cart stopped, put the cart down, and prepared to enter the small shop.

Huang Simao's eyes widened immediately, and he could see clearly that the person who was about to enter the store was the traffic officer he was most familiar with.

"Go, there's an ambush!" Huang Simao yelled with all his strength.

When the people outside the door heard the voice, they were stunned for a moment, then turned around and ran forward.

"Cuff Huang Simao first, the others, chase after them!" A leader among the four yelled, and ran out of the grocery store with the other two.

The man ran to the end of the alley, but stopped again.

Four people appeared at the end of the alley, standing in front of him, and all of them were holding sniper rifles, and the black muzzles of the guns were facing him.

"Hou Liang, surrender, you can't run away." A man shouted.

The man turned around and started running again, bumping into four big men rushing out of the grocery store.

The walls on both sides of the alley were a full three meters high, and it was impossible to climb up. This man was desperate and rushed over, trying to snatch the gun from one of them.

The four burly men put away their guns immediately, and went around from both sides. Two grabbed his arms respectively, and one hugged his neck, and the last threw him down from behind him.

The man was still struggling like a fish thrown on the beach. Four burly men barely held him down, and the four big men at the alley also rushed over. Those who pressed their shoulders pressed their shoulders, those who pressed their thighs pressed their thighs, The man was firmly pressed to the ground, and even his head was stepped on by a foot.

"Cuff him!" a man yelled.

Someone took out a pair of handcuffs and handcuffed the man's hands behind his back, and another person took out a rope and tied his feet.

"Damn it, this guy is really strong, I can't tell." A big man panted.

"Fortunately, two groups of us came together. If only one group came, maybe he broke free." One person said, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Break free? No matter how strong he is, he can still run past our bullets." A person said complacently.

"What are you talking about? Isn't it clearly stated above? Those who are alive must be caught and no guns are allowed."

Four people carried the young man named Hou Liang, and the other four returned to the grocery store, only to see Huang Simao lying motionless on the ground, with black blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Huang Simao is dead.

"Damn it, how did this guy die." A big man shouted.

"How could he die? Isn't he already handcuffed?" The little boss asked in surprise.

"Maybe he had prepared the poison a long time ago and hid it somewhere on the counter, or we were careless." One person realized the problem.

The faces of several people who had just gotten excited gradually turned gloomy.

They thought that Huang Simao was not an important person, and it was impossible to have poison for suicide. In addition, they had already handcuffed him, but they didn't expect that he could still get the poison and eat it.

At this time, three people ran in from the entrance of the alley, they were Weng Bailing, Huang Yanning and Zhao Yuanliang.

The eight big men here are all members of their Second Action Brigade, and this arrest operation was directed by Weng Bailing himself.

"We have captured someone, can you confirm that he is the one we want to arrest?" Weng Bailing asked sharply.

"Report to the station master. This person is Hou Liang. There is no mistake. He is a traffic officer of the Shanghai Underground Party and City Working Committee, and he is responsible for delivering information and instructions." A big man stood at attention and said.

"Huang Simao has exposed Hou Liang's identity, and he is the one we want to arrest," the little boss reported.

"The transmitted information has also been seized, please have a look at the station master." A person handed over the intelligence materials searched when he first entered the house to Weng Bailing.