March 21, 1940.

On this day, the flags of Wang Jingwei's puppet government began to be hoisted in some places in the public concession.

It's the same as the National Government's blue sky, white sun, and red ground. The only difference is that a yellow triangle and the words "Peace Against Labor" are added to it.

This flag looks similar, but it is so dazzling.

Some traitors waved small false flags and shouted loudly there.

A small number of Agents No. 76 were also trying their best to lobby Shanghai citizens, saying that today's float parade would invite such-and-such famous singers and such-and-such famous influences to help out.

It was really lively and lively.

Li Shiqun, who was planning the event behind the scenes, was very convinced. Shanghainese people like to watch the excitement. Once the float parade starts, coupled with the gimmick of singing stars and dancing stars, it will definitely attract a large number of citizens.

By that time, not only had the momentum built up, but the military agents would also be unable to take action.

Momentum: Which place doesn't like the excitement?

While No. 76 was busy with his thoughts, Tian Qi, the director of the intelligence headquarters, was waiting anxiously at the door of the delivery room for the birth of his child.

Lin Xuan has been sent in for a long time, why hasn't she been born yet?

This is my first child...

…

The car stopped.

Zhu Yanni affectionately took Meng Shaoyuan's arm and got out of the car.

Today she wore a slightly exaggerated fur suit and a pair of riding boots imported from England.

Meng Shaoyuan next to him was even more exaggerated.

A black fur coat and big black leather boots.

This is considered a normal dress, but he actually has eight rings on his ten fingers.

There are gold ones and jade ones.

He had a mustache on his lips, a pair of sunglasses, and a stick of civilization in his hand.

Isn’t this just like the appearance of a nouveau riche?

At first, Zhu Yanni thought Meng Shaoyuan had really changed, but Meng Shaoyuan only asked:

"When you see me like this from a distance, do you recognize him as your man?"

Zhu Yanni was startled, yes, at first glance, how could she recognize that it was Master Meng?

Meng Shaoyuan said with a smile: "My appearance, my habit of dressing up, I am afraid that the Japanese and No. 76, the Intelligence Headquarters have one manpower, and I want to be a nouveau riche today."

He walked civilized and swaggeringly into Xianshi Department Store with Zhu Yanni.

Xianshi Department Store has just opened its doors, and there are not many customers yet.

A man across from me walked over with his hands in his pockets as if nothing had happened.

When he walked face to face with Meng Shaoyuan and Zhu Yanni, he whispered:

"Everything has been arranged inside."

Zhao Yun!

Walking past the perfume counter, Zhu Yanni was clamoring to buy perfume.

"Everything you like is included."

Meng Shaoyuan said as a rich man.

The two female salespersons were smiling broadly.

Those were Ye Rong and her men.

Xianshi Department Store has deployed dozens of agents.

Their mission is only one:

Ensure Meng Shaoyuan’s safety!

…

Zhu Shanyuan, Ping Fuchang, You Pinsan, Tan Baoyi, and Xu Guoqi were eating noodles there leisurely.

These five agents who originally followed Meng Shaoyuan to assassinate the traitor Chen Lu have now been promoted to become the top assassins in the Shanghai District of the Military Command Bureau.

This is what Meng Shaoyuan has always wanted.

A complete organization requires a variety of talents.

Especially in a profession like the secret service, you don’t need to have many top-notch killers, but you must have them.

Meng Shaoyuan didn't use these people often, and they would only be used for important tasks.

Today, apparently it is.

The owner of the noodle shop came over and said with a smile: "What else do you want to order?"

Then he lowered his voice: "Weapons are all ready."

This noodle shop is also a military industry.

"When the float is about to arrive, distribute weapons."

Zhushan Yuan took a mouthful of noodles and said loudly: "Another big piece of meat!"

…

Xu Shuangling looked a little nervous early in the morning, his face turned pale, and he kept muttering something unknown when he looked in the mirror.

Duan Feng, who was responsible for protecting him, could only keep comforting him: "It's okay, Secretary Xu, the military command doesn't dare to do anything to you."

"Ah, yes, yes."

Xu Shuangling said mechanically.

I say this every time, but every time I finish saying it, don’t I get slapped in the face?

What about this time?

I hope they can always be more or less accurate, right?

…

"Congratulations, congratulations, the baby is born. Mother and daughter are safe."

daughter?

A calm person like Tian Qi couldn't help but clenched his fists.

daughter!

That's my daughter.

Tian Qi saw his child and Lin Xuan, who looked pale.

"Yes...I'm sorry, I couldn't help you give birth to a son..." Lin Xuan's voice was very weak.

"It's okay, girl is good, girl is good, girl is considerate, little vest, no, little cotton-padded jacket..." Tian Qi said incoherently.

His men looked at each other and smiled.

When have you ever seen Director Tian so flustered?

Tian Qi hugged her daughter, not daring to use force at all, as her movements were so stiff.

Lin Xuan smiled slightly: "Let's give our daughter a name."

"Yes, name it, name it..."

Tian Qi looked at his child with infinite love and thought about it for a long time:

"Call Tian Yulin."

"Tian Yulin... it sounds so nice..." Lin Xuan said in a daze: "Our daughter's name is Tian Yulin."

Tian Yulin, the daughter of the famous traitor Tian Qi, was born on March 21, 1940 in the Japanese Army Hospital in Shanghai.

"Mr. Tian."

"Mr. Hahara, why are you here?"

Tian Qiyi was startled when he saw Hanbara Hikari come in.

"Mr. Tian, ​​you are my best friend. It will be your big day in a few years. How can I not come?" Hanbara Koichi said enthusiastically.

He glanced at the child in Tian Qi's arms: "What a beautiful child."

"Hahara-kun, do you want a hug?"

"Ah, can I?"

"Of course, aren't we good friends?"
To be continued...