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Chapter 1274 Conditions and Choices (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)

In the darkness, a pistol was slowly pressed against Kaufman's forehead. The murderer, whose face could not be seen clearly, gently pulled the trigger. After the gunshot, the bullet flew out of the barrel, and blood and brain matter splattered everywhere.

"Ah! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Kaufman screamed, opened his eyes suddenly, and waved his hands desperately in the air. It took him a long time to realize that it was just a nightmare.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he turned his head and looked around, and found himself lying on a hospital bed. The sunlight shone into the room through the window, making the single room exceptionally bright and warm.

Feeling the severe pain in the back of his neck, Kaufman recalled the scene before he fell into a coma and shuddered subconsciously. Then someone pushed open the door of the ward.

"Mr. Kaufman, are you feeling better?" Osako Michimasa walked into the ward with a concerned look on his face.

Kaufman recognized this as a Japanese intelligence officer and shouted angrily: "I want to return to the United States immediately. The Republic of China already knows where our negotiation is going to take place, and they will not let me go."

During his speech, he did not mention his companions at all, which once again showed the coldness and selfishness of the Jews. Osako Michitsugu despised him in his heart, but on the surface he comforted him with kind words.

"Please rest assured, Mr. Kaufman, this is the best hospital in Shanghai. I have arranged guards to protect you outside the door. You will be safe here."

It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned safety. Once safety was mentioned, Kaufman became even more agitated: "Before the negotiations began, you promised us the same thing, but in the end, the Republic of China people showed up at the negotiation site without your people noticing."

Osako Michimasa took a deep breath, resisted the urge to scold the other party, and patiently explained that it was just an accident and the incident in the Hotan Garden would never happen again.

Then he told Kaufman that the other Judas representatives were out of danger and would be discharged from the hospital after a few days of rest.

But Kaufman didn't care about the lives of others at all, and just wanted to leave. Osako Michimasa tried to persuade him for a long time but failed, so he simply tore off his disguise.

"Baga! Mr. Kaufman, the patience of the Empire of Japan is limited. Calm down first and tell me what happened at the scene."

Osako Michimasa had a gloomy face and issued a vicious threat. If the empire had not needed the Jews' help, he would have slapped Kaufman several times to make him "remember" the past.

As a result of his tough stance, Kaufman softened. Thinking of what the Japanese had done in Northeast China, Kaufman immediately told him what happened on the scene.

After hearing this, Osako became even more convinced that the murderer was a Military Intelligence Bureau agent. Apart from Zuo Zhong's men, no one dared to be so bold in the imperial-occupied area, not even the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, nor the underground party.

The former lacks the ability and has low personnel quality, so they cannot carry out similar tasks; the latter is cautious in their style of doing things and will not take action unless they are absolutely sure.

After thinking it over again and again, he said, "Mr. Kaufman, you should rest first," and then got up and left the ward, whispering instructions to his men waiting outside the door as he walked.

"Notify the International Settlement and the French Concession that we are going to conduct a comprehensive search of Shanghai. They must cooperate unconditionally, otherwise the Imperial Army will not mind letting them know who is the master of the Far East."

"Hayi, I'll make the call right away." The subordinate nodded, then looked embarrassed: "If we conduct a comprehensive search, we may not have enough manpower to protect the Jews."

Osako Michimasa was not worried about the manpower issue and the safety of the Jews. He strode towards the elevator at the end of the corridor and said something lightly to his subordinates.

"Don't worry. Shancheng doesn't dare to offend the Jews, otherwise Kaufman and others would have died in the Hartung Garden. Just leave one person behind for protection, and the rest of you can all devote yourself to the search operation."

The subordinate raised his hand and pressed the elevator button, then lowered his head and said "Hi" again. After a few dozen seconds, the elevator rose from the downstairs, the iron fence was opened, and a group of people poured out of the elevator.

Osako Michimasa graciously made way and waited until the elevator was empty before leading everyone in. When the elevator was about to go down, the Japanese spies saw through the hollow sliding door a man holding flowers moving towards the ward area.

Out of caution, Osako put his hand on the stop button and was about to press it, but he saw the other party stop in front of the white nurse and hand over the flowers in his hand.

All the Japanese spies present smiled knowingly, and Osako Michimasa also released his hand on the button. The elevator creaked downwards and soon disappeared into the elevator shaft.

In the corridor, Zuo Zhong blew a kiss to the white nurse in a cool manner, turned around and continued walking. At the same time, Shen Dongxin, who was dressed up as a doctor, came to the door of the single ward where Kaufman was.

The Japanese spy guarding the door stopped Shen Dongxin, his eyes full of vigilance: "The treatment time has not yet arrived, what are you doing here?"

"Sir, Mr. Kaufman needs medicine. The dean asked me to ask you to go to the pharmacy to prevent the medicine from being replaced on the way." Shen Dongxin didn't care and said calmly.

The spy did not suspect anything and followed Shen Dongxin towards the stairs. In fact, he also knew that the hospital was safe, otherwise Osako Michimasa would not have left alone.

As soon as Shen Dongxin and the spy turned into the stairs, Zuo Zhong naturally pushed open the door and slipped into the ward, startling Kaufman who was lying on the bed.

"Who are you? Please get out immediately, or I will notify the guards."

Kaufman looked at the smiling man in front of him and always felt that the other's smile was a little fake. He looked at him as if he was looking at prey. He had seen this kind of eyes in Germans before.

Zuo Zhong ignored the threat, walked to the bedside, pulled over a chair and sat on it. Before the other party could speak again, he threw out a few photos. "My friend, please allow me to give you a piece of advice. Appreciate the photos before making a decision. Don't let yourself regret it."

Kaufman picked up the photo and said nonchalantly, "Sir, are you a gangster? This joke is not funny, I don't think."

Before he could finish his words, he was stunned, because he was holding a document in the photo, and certain memories instantly emerged from the depths of his mind.

The murderer had asked him to hold up something at the crime scene, and it seemed that something like dividing up a certain area was written on it. He had thought it was an illusion before, but now it seems not to be.

"You!! You are the murderer's accomplice!" Kaufman recalled what happened in the Hardoon Garden, his voice trembling slightly.

The reason why he did not shout for help was, firstly, because the man had a pistol on his knees, and secondly, the Japanese outside the door had not appeared yet, so he must be in great danger and it would be useless no matter how much he shouted for help.

Zuo Zhong likes dealing with smart people, so he gestured to the other party to continue appreciating the other photos. The first photo was just the beginning, and the following ones were the focus.

Kaufman did not dare to disobey and took out the second photo to look at it. The more he looked at it, the colder his heart became. He wanted to tear the photo into pieces immediately.

The photo shows a document, which begins with "A policy paper on the establishment of a nation in the Philippines by the Empire of Japan and the Jewish Restoration Committee." Although the document does not have many words, if it were to be spread, it would bring disaster to the Jewish Restoration Organization.

Although the Jewish people in the United States are very powerful, they also have enemies. Among these enemies, the most dangerous is the Ansa Group.

The Anzac consortium either covertly or openly restricted the Jewish consortium. The famous industrialist Henry Ford openly accused the Jews of controlling the world economy and media in his novel "Dear Birthplace", which fueled the hostility of ordinary Americans towards the Jews.

Discrimination against Jews is also prevalent in American society, and Jews face clear exclusion in many fields, including higher education, finance, and real estate.

Many universities set admission quotas for Jewish students, and the United States also passed immigration laws to restrict the entry of Jews into the United States, ensuring that the population structure and culture of the United States were dominated by Anglo-Saxons.

Once the Angsa Consortium learns of this document, regardless of whether the Jewish Restoration Organization really has any intentions towards the Philippines, the Angsa Consortium will use this as an excuse to retaliate against the Jewish forces in the United States, or even expel them.

"That's not true," Kaufman tried to argue, even though he knew it would be useless.

Zuo Zhong pointed at the photo and said word by word: "But this is not important, right? As long as the Ansa people are willing to believe it, this is irrefutable evidence."

Kaufman lowered his head and thought for a long time before finally giving up the idea of ​​resistance. The other party knew them too well, and also knew the Ansa Consortium too well. He could only raise his head helplessly.

"Who are you and what is your purpose? If it's for money, please tell us the amount and we will definitely satisfy you."

As a stingy Jew, he hoped at this moment that the other party came for money rather than any other purpose. Unfortunately, Zuo Zhong's next words broke his fantasy.

"No, I'm not interested in money. As long as Mr. Kaufman agrees to one condition, these photos will never appear in the American media. I promise."

After hearing Zuo Zhong's words, Kaufman's expression darkened, but he still did not give up and asked again what the conditions were.

Zuo Zhong pointed at Kaufman, then at himself, and told him in an extremely serious tone: "Give up building a country in Pseudo-Mite. In the future, we will support the Jewish people in rebuilding their own country.

This is a promise from an ancient country with thousands of years of history that still exists. You only need to answer me yes or no. Remember, the fate of the Jewish nation is in your hands. "

On one side are the interests of the Republic of China, and on the other side are the interests of other countries. If Zuo Zhong must choose between the two, he will choose the former without hesitation.

As long as the Jews give up the puffer fish plan, he doesn't care where the other party builds their country, whether it is in the Middle East or America, it's none of his business.

Kaufman was really tempted. The guarantee of a big country was extremely precious. Even if the big country was not in a good situation now, who could predict what would happen in the future? It was like venture capital. If you wanted high returns, you had to take risks.

"What does your country or you need us to do?" Kaufman opened his mouth with difficulty and asked a question.

"Just leave Shanghai today and do nothing else. It's simple, isn't it?" Zuo Zhong stared at the other person closely.

If Kaufman dared to say no, he would let this guy know why the flowers are so red. There is a saying that goes, if you want dignity, I will give you dignity. If you don’t want dignity, then I can only help you to be decent.

Ten minutes later, Zuo Zhong walked out of the hospital with satisfaction and met Shen Dongxing, who had changed his clothes, on the street. The two jumped into the car, and Gui Youguang stepped on the accelerator, and the car instantly rushed into the traffic.

The highest skill of politics.

It's not a life-and-death fight, but a matter of mutual compromise.

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