Chapter 83 If there is an afterlife

Pei?

Si Miao's surprised expression flickered for a moment, but it was only for a moment, and then he immediately returned to calm, and replied with a smile: "No, he is my manager, not Pei."

"Okay, thank you." Pei Zheng thanked him and left with a smile. Si Miao sent him to the door, polite and respectful, but didn't tell him any more information about Zhou Jiayan.

Today is a big night show. After putting on makeup, Si Miao squinted for a while. The night scene is very uplifting, and don't know how long this dance and fight will take. It is estimated that it may be possible to stay overnight. He has to adjust his state in advance.

After an afternoon of filming, Director Qian called Si Miao to his lounge.

"You are a caring actor," Qian Daoxian affirmed him. "You should know how important this scene is."

"Know."

This scene is not only the highlight of Lu Xiao's life, but also the highlight of the whole movie. After Lu Xiao absconded from the banquet scene with the information, Zhou Yan will have a silent confrontation with Chief Ito, relying entirely on inner drama and eye expression, which is very difficult, and the tense and exciting atmosphere created is very contagious.

Qian Dao nodded: "Is it almost a cold, have you adjusted your condition?"

In the post-production, the dance party and the street fight will be edited alternately, which requires extremely high quality of the actors.

One actor performed very well, and as a result, "the camera turned" and the next actor played mediocre, which would lower the level and rhythm of the scene and make it difficult to achieve the expected purpose.

Actors can't even hold on to their faces.

Si Miao actually doesn't have much confidence. Jiang Boliang's acting skills are so perfect that he has been trained in one play after another, and he can't compare to a fledgling boy like him.

But he didn't refuse, only said: "Director Qian, I will do my best."

What the director likes to hear is "do your best," not "do your best." Director Qian patted him on the shoulder without putting too much pressure on him. After explaining some precautions, he returned to the venue with him.

At this time, the scene management has almost arranged the scene, and the group performances are all in place. The actress who played Da Zuo's goddaughter wore a pastel pink dress and waved at them: "Director Qian, can we start?"

Director Qian looked at the assistant director. The assistant director said that everyone was ready. Director Qian gave an order while walking to the machine: "Then let's take a look first."

""Code 57" sixth..."

It's night, and the lights are on.

The most famous "Mikomei" dance hall in the British Concession was crowded with people, both men and women in fancy dress. The doorman put his tricks on the brightest, and when he saw someone who didn't have an invitation card, he gave the captain a look, and the Japanese soldier would run over in pure leather boots and invite the person over to "drink tea" in a cold tone.

Some time ago, important secrets of the Japanese army were leaked, and Ito Dasuo suspected that there were undercover agents around him. He turned the barracks upside down overnight, causing the entire fifth part of the Japanese army to be disturbed. Whenever he saw a suspicious shadow, he would go back and question him.

Of course, it's not just because of the undercover agent that I'm so nervous - today is the birthday of Cheng Ying, the daughter of Ito. The banquet was the most grand banquet in Shanghai.

Lu Xiao looked up at the neon sign for a while, squinted his eyes and bit off the leather gloves with his canine teeth, took out the invitation card from the vest pocket and handed it to the doorman.

The doorman checked it and made a "please" gesture. Lu Xiao walked in slowly with the flow of people. The sound of instrumental music, the fragrance of fat powder, and the sound of Ying Yanyu came unexpectedly, causing him to stop for a moment.

——In the face of the national disaster, there is still such a place for singing and dancing.

Lu Xiao sneered in his heart, and found an inconspicuous seat to sit down. It just so happened that the rich businessman saw that it was almost time, so the band stopped playing, cleared his throat to Mike, and began to speak Mandarin.

It is nothing more than the heroic and mighty Ito Da Zuodao, and his goddaughter Cheng Yingduo's beauty and virtuousness. The two young ladies at Lu Xiao's table bit each other's ears: "I've seen this goddaughter. In my opinion, she's not as good as one-tenth of Liu Ru."

Liu Ru is the heroine of "Code 57", and another young lady pouted: "But Cheng Ying has the ability to climb up to Ito as a godfather."

Lu Xiao clenched his gloved fingers. Although it was impolite to eavesdrop on other people's speech, he couldn't help but question in a cold voice, "It's glorious to have Japan as your backer?"

"Are you... talking to us?"

The voice of the microphone was too loud, and the two young ladies only heard him speak, but did not understand what he was saying, and asked him politely.

"Nothing." Lu Xiao turned his head coldly.

Just now Lu Xiao turned his face to the side, the two young ladies didn't see his face, but now that they saw him, their cheeks were all red. You stabbed me under the table, I stabbed you, and no one dared to argue with him.

At this time, the official words were almost finished, and Cheng Ying came to the stage with Mr. Ito on his back. Zhou Yan stood at a distance of about two meters behind Ito, dressed in a military uniform and dressed in Yushu Linfeng.

The lady at the same table began to whisper again: "It seems that this is a done deal, and I can't run away."

"No, I heard that Ito will announce the marriage of Cheng Ying and Zhou Yan today. Waiting for the wedding day, tsk, what a pomp."

The more Lu Xiao listened, the worse his face became. Fortunately, Ito didn't say much. After half an hour, the dinner officially started, and the two young ladies were gagged by the food.

The dinner party didn't last long, and after the last round of desserts were served, it finally took the time Lu Xiao had been waiting for.

The purpose of his coming to this copper-smelling place is to exchange information with Zhou Yan while dancing. The lights were dimmed, and the singer took the stage again. On the dance floor, the men and women who were eager to try looked at Zhou Yan and Cheng Ying, waiting for them to dance the first song together.

As the protagonist of this banquet, Cheng Ying should have taken the lead. Her chin was raised arrogantly, and Zhou Yan said knowingly: "Yingying, we are waiting for you."

Cheng Ying made a sound of "um", stretched out her slender and soft, and lightly placed it on Zhou Yan's fingertips.

The dancing skills of the two were excellent, and after one song was finished, the audience applauded for them, whether it was out of the chief's face or out of appreciation for the talent and appearance of the pair.

Amidst the applause, Lu Xiao slowly got up, chose one of the two ladies at the same table at random, and bowed to invite her, "Can I ask you to dance?"

Those who can enter today's occasion are either rich or expensive, and the young ladies came here with the intention of making friends with the powerful, and they readily agreed.

When she pulled Lu Xiao's shoulders and walked to the dance floor, the lady realized that he was actually a disabled person, and his face suddenly became unnatural!

However, she had already agreed to dance with him. If she regretted it, it would make the trouble even more ugly. The young lady could only enter the dance floor with him with a stiff face.

After the first dance, Zhou Yan and Cheng Ying didn't leave the stage. Seeing Lu Xiao coming, Zhou Yan stepped in a slow rhythm and led Cheng Ying towards Lu Xiao's direction little by little.

Lu Xiao also moved in his direction. The moment the two of them were in the wrong place, Lu Xiao pretended to have slipped and stepped on the lady's skirt!

The lady screamed "Ah" and Cheng Ying looked back at her subconsciously. In just two seconds, Zhou Yan quickly stuffed the contents of his belt into Lu Xiao's suit pocket, completing the transfer of information!

"Sorry, miss." Lu Xiao apologized with a smile. Miss was always concerned about whether the skirt was dirty or not, so she didn't have the heart to listen to what he said.

When the song was over, she left the dance floor and reached a bright spot. The lady saw a big footprint on her skirt, and her lungs almost exploded.

Just as he was about to spit Lu Xiao, he found that the person who was still beside him just now was gone.

——Lu Xiao had already brought information, left MGM on the pretext of smoking, and dived into the deep night!

This operation was very important. The superior ordered that he must come back with information no matter what. Therefore, Lu Xiao did not act alone. There was an elite team of about 20 people in the dark to protect the aftermath.

The night was like ink, Lu Xiao lowered the brim of his hat, and walked with his head down, using his peripheral vision and ears to check the surrounding movement.

"Da da, da da, da da da..."

Before walking too far, there was a slightly messy footstep behind him. Lu Xiao felt that the sound was familiar, and after listening for a few seconds, he reacted abruptly:

This is the sound of Japanese army leather boots!

His actions were exposed, and the enemy was catching up!

The enemy seems to have been prepared for a long time. At this moment, vague figures can be seen. Roughly, there are about 140 or 50 people. Almost everyone is equipped with sophisticated weapons. It seems that they are bound to win!

Lu Xiao squeezed the trigger with his index finger. Seeing this, his elites knew there was no need to hide, so they waved at Lu Xiao, "Come on, leave it to us!"

Even if he wanted to kill those little devils again, Lu Xiao took a deep breath and continued to walk forward while holding the gun.

When he reached the end of the street, a familiar scream came from behind his ears—that was the voice of Yang Liuer, who had been with him.

Yang Liuer is not actually called this name. His surname is Yang. On his first day in the army, he was nicknamed by his brothers because of his feminine appearance.

The willows and willows were screaming all day long, and over time, even the name was forgotten, only these two words were remembered.

Lu Xiao's back shook violently, the veins on his neck protruded, he gritted his teeth and glanced back.

I saw three bayonets pierced deeply into Yang Liu'er's body, bursting out blood. But despite this, he still used his body that was twice as thin as that of an ordinary man to block the way of the Japanese army, preventing them from going a step forward.

There was blood in his throat, and he could no longer make a sound, so he could only open his mouth with difficulty.

From his mouth, Lu Xiao could see that the two words were "Go quickly".

So Lu Xiao forced himself to put away his gun, gritted his teeth to hold back his tears, and walked on the road that his comrades had made with flesh and blood, without looking back!

The sound of gunfire and screams played an elegy behind him. In the darkness, Lu Xiao wiped one of his eyes and ran forward with great strides.

The crippled leg was numb, and there was only the whirring of the wind in his ears. The destination of the joint was in front of him, but things were not as simple as he thought.

In order to catch the inner ghost, Mr. Ito spent a lot of thought, except for the chasing soldiers behind, after turning a corner, Lu Xiao faced the Japanese elite who had already been ambushed.

It was an indescribable battle.

Lu Xiao fought and retreated, using his guns, bullets, and bullets to grab the Japanese army's rifles, guns, and bayonets. He retreated all the way to the edge of the wall of the abandoned house. The thirty-man Japanese army team, He was wiped out to only six or seven people left.

But at this moment, he was completely exhausted, the bayonet rolled the blade, and he had retreated to the point where there was no way to retreat.

It's a dead end.

The little leader of the enemy army was a little scared to be killed by him. Seeing him like this, he still did not dare to go over. He shouted to him from the air: "You are already surrounded, surrender obediently, and leave you a corpse!"

He spoke Japanese, and Lu Xiao, who was chattering, couldn't understand, but he could guess the general meaning. With a thought, he jumped into the yard with his hands on the fence, and also learned to shout from the little boss: "Come in if you want to catch me. !"

Japanese soldiers, look at me, I look at you, and finally the little leader cut off the door lock and tentatively walked in one by one.

"He's there!"

Entering the main room, they saw Lu Xiao sitting against the wall. Lu Xiao wiped the blood from his face, suddenly tilted his head and smiled at them.

The Japanese had a bad premonition, but it was already too late. With the loud roar, Lu Xiao detonated the last hand on his body 丨 Thunder!

"boom"

The explosion lasted for a moment, and the sound rang for a long time.

......

When they stopped in front of Lu Xiao, Lu Xiao's lower body had been blown up, his stomach was bloody, and there was only one arm left.

"You are......"

"I'm code 1, password..."

After listening to the code, Lu Xiao smiled, took out the blood-soaked information from his arms, and handed it over preciously.

Code No. 1 squatted down and held his hand: "Comrade, do you have any other wishes?"

"No..." Lu Xiao rolled his eyes, the blood loss made his vision blurred, and he couldn't see the scenery outside the window no matter how much he blinked.

As if thinking of something, Lu Xiao's eyes suddenly lit up: "Yes, yes, can you help me change clothes, I'm not comfortable wearing this, I want, want... ."

Lu Xiao was referring to the military uniform on No. 1.

Code 1 said nothing, took off his military uniform and put it on Lu Xiao. As he was dying, Code 1 asked him one last question: "Is there anything I need to bring back?"

"Yes, there really is," Lu Xiao tried his best to widen his eyes, "please, please help me tell the instructor, I have no regrets about entering the Intelligence Division II, but if there is, if there is an afterlife, I will, will... ."

His pupils began to dilate, and he murmured, "I will still choose to go to the battlefield..."

"Long... New... New China..."

At this point, Lu Xiao ended his life at the age of twenty.

On the day he left, he wore an expensive suit inside and a coarse military uniform outside.