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Chapter 357 Murphy
After walking around like this for a whole day, Zuo Zhong and Wu Jingzhong returned to the Secret Service in the evening.

Zuo Zhong took the towel handed over by He Yijun, wiped his face, and asked, "I've been looking at it for a day, Lao Wu, do you have any suggestions? If you have any opinions, please mention them. When the time comes, the report will not miss you."

Wu Jingzhong shook his head again and again: "No, the colleagues in the intelligence department are very professional. I have learned a lot today. Whether it is camouflage, response, or reconnaissance skills, Wu has benefited a lot."

This time he was telling the truth. Even an ordinary spy in the intelligence department can catch up with the elites of the investigation department. And there are many such people in the intelligence department, which shocked him greatly.

"Then go back and have a good rest. You have worked hard today, and someone will notify you of any actions at Chunyang, so you can go directly." Zuo Zhong sat down on the sofa with a tired face, and issued an order to evict guests.

"Yes."

Wu Jingzhong stood at attention and walked out with standard goose steps.

Zuo Zhong rubbed his head, but unfortunately it was not time for a break, he picked up the phone: "I am Zuo Zhong, I will inform you Chief Song to come to my office, and tell him not to rush and finish the task first."

Song Minghao has been following Wang and his cronies for the past few days. It just so happens that these people are full of energy. They go to nightclubs or dance halls every day. In short, they are not honest every day.

He knew Jin Jiang's feelings in the case of the East Asia Club. They watched when others drank, and they stood when others picked up girls. But the hard work was not in vain. He discovered a lot of things with the other party.

After receiving the report from his subordinates, Song Minghao rushed back immediately after arranging the work. The first thing he said after seeing Zuo Zhong was: "Section Chief, the target's new secretary has a secret meeting with Suma Yakichiro."

Japanese Consul General Suma Yakichiro, this guy has become extremely low-key after the Miyamoto incident. He should be afraid of becoming a scapegoat, but no matter what he does, his future will come to an end.

Could it be that he is unwilling to give up and wants to earn some political capital from the target.

Zuo Zhong asked curiously, "Tell me specifically."

Song Minghao said sternly: "Our people didn't hear it very clearly. It seemed that they were just chatting, such as discussing the recent situation in Jinling, or the dispute between China and Japan. Could it be a secret conversation?"

Zuo Chong shook his head: "It's normal for the target's secretary to have contact with the Japanese. If it's a secret meeting, you won't hear it. That's fine. Have you found any other problems besides this?"

"No."

Song Minghao plucked up his courage and said: "These people don't do human affairs, they sleep when they go to the office, and climb on women after get off work. This kind of virtue is definitely not pretending. They can't be Japanese spies.

Moreover, I have verified the files many times, and the origin, background, and experience of the target's cronies are very clear, and there is no possibility of impersonation. I don't think it is necessary to continue the investigation. "

Zuo Zhong thought for a while, and it seemed that his guess was wrong. The Beidou and Nandou teams had nothing to do with the so-called Ziwei star, or it wasn't what he thought, so there was no need to waste any more time.

He nodded: "You leave a few people to do the finishing work, and all the other personnel will go to the Nationalist Government for internal security. Remember to make a connection with Wu Chunyang, and now he is in charge of the periphery."

Song Minghao was overjoyed when he heard the words: "Yes."

It is a good thing for him to not have to accompany those Huahua Taisui. Seeing that the meeting is about to start, wandering around with them is worse than impressing the chief in the national government.

Song Minghao left happily.

Zuo Zhong tore up a calendar again, there were still seven days before the meeting, and the Japanese had to be found as soon as possible, he really didn't want to be a human shield.

It's a pity that he forgot that if something has the possibility of going bad, no matter how small the possibility is, it will always happen as expected in the end.

This is the famous Murphy's Law.

When the intelligence department conducted surveillance around the national government for the sixth day, but still found nothing, Zuo Zhong knew that it was basically impossible to find the spy team by relying on abnormal behavior.

Everyone in the intelligence department knew about it, and the section chief actually wanted to personally protect the chairman on the day of the meeting.

So at the last meeting before the start of the national government meeting, everyone gave out gifts one after another, hoping to help the section chief turn danger into good luck, but some things were quite unreliable.

Zuo Zhong looked helplessly at the "body armor" on the table. This was the Italian Farina body armor given to him by Song Minghao. It was made of high-strength steel as a whole, and it was the product of that battle.

I have to say that this thing looks quite safe. Tests show that the body armor can withstand the shooting of a 125mm caliber rifle from 6.5 meters away. There is no disadvantage except that it is useless.

After all, he couldn't stand next to the bald head with a turtle shell on his back.

(pictured in easter egg)
"Chief, this is the bottom of the box that I specially reserved for myself. A normal pistol will never penetrate it, unless it is a large-caliber rifle or hits the head." Song Minghao introduced professionally.

MD, it's because I'm afraid I won't die, what kind of large-caliber rifle, what hit the head, why don't you say 105 howitzers, the guards are not blind, how could the assassin have a large caliber.

. . . . .

Probably not.

Zuo Zhong looked a little unkind: "Thank you, Lao Song, no need, wearing such things on your body is not conducive to quick action, but you can wear them when you go on missions in the future. People have good fortune and misfortune."

He didn't wait for Song Minghao to answer, and said to everyone: "From the scene, the intelligence department has entered the first-level security. According to the old rules, all operatives are not allowed to go out, communicate, or go to the toilet alone.

After the meeting, the personnel in charge of internal security were led by the team leaders and section leaders to enter the National Government in batches to perform duties, and the peripheral monitoring personnel entered the monitoring point and support point in groups of two.

Let me emphasize again that anyone who has the intention of attacking the Nationalist Government and the officers will be killed. This is our first security mission, and we must not make mistakes.

Also, in case of an accident, Wu Chunyang and Gui Youguang, the two of you will immediately block the surrounding traffic, and no one will be allowed to leave until the martial law is lifted. Do you understand? "

"Understood!"

Everyone's faces were full of murderous looks, even Wu Jingzhong and other special agents of the investigation department were no exception. After these few days of cooperation and familiarity, they finally got rid of their stagnation and had some spies' vigor.

This time they will be under Wu Chunyang's command and be responsible for the security tasks on the periphery. This is a matter of course. Those who can go to the national government to perform duties are reliable old people, and they are obviously not qualified.

"Set off."

Zuo Zhong gave an order, and everyone rushed out of the conference room at a trot. The noisy footsteps caused other departments to stick their heads out and watch secretly. Everyone knew that someone was going to be in trouble again.

"Woo~~woo~~"

Song Minghao took a military intelligence unit that could be seen publicly, and sounded the siren that was rarely used at ordinary times. The car and the pedals were full of heavily armed spies, and they rushed out of the compound crying and howling.

Doing so can attract the attention of certain people, provide cover for Wu Chunyang, Gui Youguang and others who will go out later, and at the same time bring a huge psychological shock to the spies, forcing them to make mistakes.

After seeing off his subordinates, Zuo Zhong went upstairs and walked into Dai Chunfeng's office. He wanted to accompany Mr. Cheap to visit someone in Xilu first, and then went to the National Government from Xihu to attend a meeting.

When he came in, Dai Chunfeng was arranging the Major General's uniform on his body. It must be said that this high-end dress made of German cloth was much more beautiful than the major's military uniform worn by Zuo Zhong.

After tidying up his collar, Lao Dai put on his military cap seriously, and stood in front of the mirror holding his arm belt and asked, "Shen Mo, what's the teacher's outfit like? This is the first time he's wearing it after the promotion ceremony."

As he spoke, he twisted left and right.

Zuo Zhong said sincerely: "The teacher is already very heroic, wearing this major general's uniform is even more heroic, but the students feel that if there are two more general stars, it will be in line with the teacher's temperament."

Dai Chunfeng chuckled: "You, let's go first. The Chairman should have just woken up at this time. We have to arrive earlier. After the leader has finished his breakfast, we will leave for the Nationalist Government immediately."

He knew the bald head's work and rest like the back of his hand, obviously he had put in a lot of effort to study it, Zuo Zhong remembered it a little bit, and decided to go back and report it to Old K. This kind of information would be very useful if used well.

After Lao Dai cleaned up, the two went downstairs and got into the car, driving towards the Central Military Academy. There were patrolling military police everywhere along the way, and the level of vigilance was a little weaker than when the Japanese naval guns arrived.

Today Jinling City is full of dignitaries, and no one wants to cause problems. It is said that even Bai Wenzhi, a big corrupt official, is on duty in the streets, because he is afraid that the people below will not know the seriousness and offend people who should not be offended.

After Dai Chunfeng got into the car, he was a little silent, until the car was halfway through, he sighed: "If I know that there is a Japanese intelligence team to assassinate, I will definitely return the job to the leader for you.

It's too dangerous. Today, in addition to protecting the chairman, you must also pay attention to your own safety. Let those guards block bullets. Don't try to be brave. Those people are paid for their lives. "

acting?Show your true feelings?
Zuo Zhong couldn't see the true thoughts of the master performing artist, and said seriously: "Thank you teacher for your concern, the students will definitely do their best to protect the safety of the chairman, and don't embarrass you to the teacher."

Dai Chunfeng patted him on the shoulder without saying a word, and didn't even ask about the arrangement of the scene.

Zuo Zhong looked at Mr. Cheap, his heart skipped a beat, and then he looked ahead, seeing that he had arrived at the resting hut.

Then Zuo Zhong finally understood why everyone wanted to climb up. When someone appeared at the door of Qilu, there was a team of more than a hundred people and dozens of cars serving only one person.

The guards stepped on dizzying steps, blocking all the shooting circles around them, and the secretaries, clerks, and staff officers lined up in a long line, and Section Chief Zuo gritted his teeth at this huge scene.

"Chun Feng, Shen Mo, come."

Someone who was also wearing a military uniform stopped suddenly, threw off his iconic cloak, and beckoned with his white-gloved hand: "You are in the same car as me, I have something to tell you."

"Yes."

Lao Dai and Zuo Zhong were excited.

In fact, Zuo Zhong even has the desire to curse people. If the spies use mortars or grenades to assassinate me, this black car will be the primary target. Damn, there will always be bad guys trying to kill me.

　If the easter egg is invisible, it is being reviewed, and it has nothing to do with me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)