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Chapter 180

Zuo Zhong looked at the car driving away down the mountain, his face expressionless: "Wu Chunyang, lead someone to burn the tomb robbers, don't leave a single scum behind.

Take away all the bullets and shell casings that were fired just now, and the two guests will be arranged in the courtyard of the tomb robbers next. You must protect them well. "

"Yes, Chief."

Wu Chunyang understood that most of the fatal injuries of the tomb robbers were in the back of the head, and a discerning person would know that it was execution at a glance, which did not match the description of the firefight.

As for the two Japanese, although he didn't know what the section chief's plan was, he decided to go back and emphasize the discipline of secrecy to everyone.

Looking at the large number of tomb robbers, Wu Chunyang felt that it was necessary to start as soon as possible, so much rubbish might not be burned until the morning, and it would be troublesome to attract villagers to watch the excitement.

He kicked Yuichi Sakamoto, who was dying, and shouted to his subordinates: "Collect the dead branches, and then go to the car's fuel tank to pump some gasoline, and pump them separately."

There is nothing missing on the mountain, that is, there is no shortage of fallen dead branches. In addition, the climate in winter is not so humid, and dry wood is the most suitable fuel for combustion.

There were many people and strength, and high firewood quickly piled up around the corpse of the tomb robber. Wu Chunyang personally poured it carefully with an oil bucket.

After finishing all this, he looked at Zuo Zhong, Zuo Zhong folded his arms and nodded to him, Wu Chunyang turned around and lit a match and threw it directly.

"Boom~."

The orange flames rose several meters high at once, Zuo Zhongxinshan couldn't see this scene, and led Takikawa Bunta and Hayashi Fuichiro down the mountain first.

Lin Fuyilang turned around and took a look. Under the illumination of the pillar of fire, a puff of thick black smoke shot straight into the sky. He sniffled and almost spit it out.

With such a cruel picture, the fresh lives vanished in thin air, leaving no traces in this world, so what would be his own ending, Fu Ichiro Lin was a little terrified.

Zuo Zhong saw his fear, which was a good thing. After knowing the horror of death, he would be more careful. The purpose of instigating against him was to obtain information. Zuo Zhong didn't want to wipe his ass every now and then.

But Takigawa Bunta didn't have much thought about it. It's just the winner and the loser. If they were the ones who won today, these Chinese people would be the ones who were burned.

The three of them walked down the mountain along the path, but Zuo Zhong suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky, and stretched out his palm to face the sky.

Some white objects slowly floated down from the dark night sky, and melted instantly in the warm palm, Zuo Zhong showed a smile on his face.

"It's snowing."

Ningbo ushered in the first snow in 1934 on New Year's Eve, which is a good omen for the nearby farmers.

It is also a good thing for the Republic of China, which is still an agricultural country. The harvest of agriculture is everything, and it can predict the strength and weakness of the country in this year.

Amidst the roar of iron and steel in the world's major powers, this is not a kind of sadness, but if the whole party only knows how to live and dream, who is willing to work hard to build industries, it is better to step up and suck the bones of the mud legs when they have that time.

But without industry, there is no strong national defense strength. Facing the enemy's aggression, we can only rely on young lives to stop it. The final result is to use countless unknown Yue Wumu to become a famous Yue Wumu, nothing more.

Zuo Zhong stood there in a daze, a thin layer of snowflakes accumulated on his coat, the two Japanese didn't know what he was thinking, and stood aside, not daring to move until Song Minghao came over.

He chased away the people from the Ningbo Police Station and was standing by at the foot of the mountain. Seeing Zuo Zhong parked halfway, he thought something happened, so he hurried to check the situation.

Song Minghao glanced at the two Japanese vigilantly, and said in a low voice, "Section Chief, let's wait in the car, the weather will change as soon as it changes."

In just a short while, the snow fell more and more heavily, and the sudden gust of wind engulfed the snow particles, making crackling noises when they hit people.

Hearing this, Zuo Zhong woke up from his thoughts, patted the snow on his body, and said with a smile: "Let's go together, Ningbo hasn't had such a heavy snowfall in many years, fortunately Chunyang is quick to handle things."

A few people glanced at the mountain. Not only did the wind and snow not make the flames smaller, but the fire burned even more vigorously with the help of the wind, turning half of the sky red.

It seems that it doesn't take that long, the tomb robbers will soon turn into ashes, and a rare heavy snow will cover up all traces.

This may be God's punishment for these tomb robbers. The treasures of the Chinese nation can only belong to the Chinese people, and the invaders will not end well.

"Daxue Wuhen, are you right?"

Zuo Zhong said something, turned around and left, and the other three hurriedly followed down the mountain, while thinking about what he meant by this sentence.

At the foot of the mountain, Takigawa Bunta and Hayashi Fuichiro were arranged to sit in a car, and a few spies stood outside the car door watching them intently.

Zuo Zhong and the other two got into the back seat of another car, and Song Minghao closed the door heavily to keep the wind and snow out of the car, instantly warming up a lot.

Song Minghao handed over a handkerchief: "The section chief wipes his hair, it's not a joke to get cold air into the body, this handkerchief has never been used and is very clean."

Zuo Zhong was not polite either, and after taking it, he wiped it and said, "You still know how to live, old Song, what's the matter, do you have something to ask me?"

When he was on the mountain, he had already seen Song Minghao hesitating. He probably didn't dare to ask many people at that meeting, so he finally couldn't help it.

Song Minghao hesitated for a while, and said, "Section Chief, do you want to instigate those two people? But there are so many people here today, just in case someone slipped up."

He didn't understand why he didn't bring people back for interrogation. Even if he wanted to instigate opposition, he could still keep the insiders in a relatively small range. It was easy to leak secrets with such a big fanfare.

"I'll return it to you after I wash it." Zuo Zhong finished wiping the snow off his head, folded the handkerchief and put it in his pocket, and took out the silver cigarette case.

Passing one to Song Minghao, he tapped the cigarette case again with the cigarette in his hand: "You are right to worry. Under normal circumstances, I really should instigate rebellion in a more confidential environment."

Song Minghao immediately ignited the lighter and sent it to Zuo Zhong while guarding the flame, with a puzzled tone: "Then what's the difference this time? Could it be that these two are pretending to cooperate, section chief, are you trying to kill someone with a knife?"

He could only think of this possibility, otherwise he couldn't explain why the section chief, who used to be the most secretive, wanted to instigate rebellion in front of so many people.

Zuo Zhong lit the cigarette on the lighter, patted Song Minghao's hand at the same time, and explained: "This time is now and then, the situation is not static, Lin Fu Yilang values ​​face and honor the most.

If you want him to be obedient, you must smash his arrogance in front of so many people, and let him understand that it is useless to kill Takigawa Bunta and me to silence him, there are still people who know his scandal.

As for whether the secrets will be leaked, not to mention that the people who came this time were carefully selected, even if they were exposed, it doesn't matter. Anyway, the information of the chamber of commerce and the spies has been obtained, so there is no loss. "

Song Minghao heard the clouds and mist, his eyes were full of doubts, he thought about it and finally shook his head.

Zuo Chong smiled, pointed at the Japanese car and said, "Old Song, remember what I said, people who are not of our race must have different minds. For this kind of mole that relies on coercion to develop, you can believe it, but you can't believe it all, let alone believe it." Generating genuine affection between comrades."

Song Minghao was thoughtful, Zuo Zhong's words summed up that he didn't care about leaking secrets, and the life and death of Takigawa Bunta and Hayashi Fuichiro had nothing to do with him.

This statement is a bit cruel, but intelligence work is not like this. Not only does it lack warmth and kindness towards the enemy, but it also treats some "companions". Good people can't do this job.

Seeing him thinking, Zuo Zhong showed a smile on his face. What he said was from his heart. He was just a second-generation ancestor and a small profiteer. The information he could contact was limited. He would not pin all his hopes on these two people. It is done by the intelligence department itself, and instigating rebellion can only be used as a supplement.

"Thump." Someone knocked on the car window.

Wu Chunyang, whose face was flushed from the cold, stood outside the car window, Zuo Zhong pointed to the driver's seat and asked him to get up quickly. The weather is really hard work.

Wu Chunyang got in the car, sat down, hahad his hands, turned around and said: "All fifteen bullet casings and warheads have been recovered, and the ashes have been put on the truck, and they will all be thrown into the sea later. What should the ships that meet them do? Do you want to find an excuse? Seizure."

Zuo Chong waved his hand: "Don't move that ship, they will leave naturally if they don't wait for anyone, and they have to send back the information about the tomb robber's escape.

Let's go, let the people below arrange the on-duty work, you go home with me to have a New Year's Eve dinner, and tomorrow you will play a big show with me. "

Speaking of this, Zuo Chong seemed to have thought of something interesting, and the smile on his face became brighter. Wu Chunyang looked at Song Minghao, and Song Minghao shook his head. He didn't understand what the section chief was talking about.

Seeing that Zuo Zhong didn't say anything, Wu Chunyang rolled down the car window and shouted to the outside: "Go back to the city."

The cry drifted for a long distance in the wind and snow, and the convoy roared towards Ningbo City. Xiaoguan Mountain slowly returned to its former silence. Snowflakes fell on the hot charcoal and turned into water. The latecomers fell one after another, and a layer of snow soon accumulated on the ground.

The heavy snow has covered the sin and the ancient tombs buried deep in the ground. Perhaps only when the sun rises again and the light reappears in the world, will these unknown secrets reveal a trace.

When the car drove into Ningbo City, Zuo Zhong was surprised to find that the streets were full of smiling people, children were playing snowball fights, and adults were looking at the sky with their hands behind their backs, looking forward to a good harvest in the coming year.

The spies seemed to be infected by this atmosphere, the expressions on their faces changed from the previous gloomy to vivid, and they whispered something.

The convoy automatically disbanded at an intersection and merged into the complicated streets and alleys. Zuo Zhong's car circled several times and finally stopped at the gate of Zuofu.

After Zuo Zhong got off the car, he was surprised to find that the whole family was waiting for him at the door, including He Yijun and Gui Youguang. Under the wind and snow, everyone's smiles were extraordinarily warm under the light.

(End of this chapter)