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Chapter 358 Meeting
But it was useless to think about cursing, Zuo Zhong trotted to the right side of the back row of the car, opened the door respectfully and blocked the edge of the door with his hand, pressed his military cap on his bald head, bent down and got in.

Then he walked to the left side of the car, made the same gesture, and asked Dai Chunfeng to get in the car. Dai Chunfeng sat in with a smile on his face, thinking that his student looked like a qualified secretary.

Zuo Zhong finished his service work, and under the envious eyes of everyone, he sat in the co-pilot. The driver lightly stepped on the accelerator the moment he closed the door, and the car started slowly.

At the same time, the vehicles of the other personnel also started to form a huge convoy and drove away from the Qilu. The speed of the vehicles was getting faster and faster, and they drove out of the gate of the military academy in a short while.

The Army Military Academy is not far from the National Government, and the road has long been under martial law. Unrelated personnel cannot approach the road at all, and there are still a large number of guards standing on both sides of the road.

This made Zuo Zhong relax a little, more meat shields would be nice.

At this time, the bald head closed his eyes, and said in his mouth: "I did not announce the news about the Japanese assassination to the outside world. Chunfeng must catch all those spies in one go, so as to avoid future troubles."

His tone was full of murderous intent. He was not angry about being assassinated, but a national leader. It was unreasonable for a country leader to be used as a tool for fighting by Britain and Japan. He also wanted to save face.

"Yes, principal." Dai Chunfeng said cautiously: "Shen Mo has already made preparations, should I ask him to introduce the specific arrangement to you, all work should be considered from your safety."

"Well, let's talk."

The bald head still admired Zuo Zhong, a little fellow from his hometown, with outstanding abilities, and after learning that he would be assassinated, he still accompanied him as a guard without hesitation. This is loyalty.

Such a capable and loyal talent must be reused. Today's incident is also a test. If he passes the test, he will not only be a high-ranking official, he will have a good salary. I will protect his future.

If he can't pass, it's not a big deal. There are many talented people in his hometown who are willing to serve him. Thinking of this, the bald head opened his eyes and looked at Zuo Zhong in the front row with a smile in his eyes.

Zuo Zhong seemed to feel something, tilted his head slightly, and reported in a low voice: "Reporting to the leader, we have arranged a lot of monitoring and countermeasures at the key positions and commanding heights around the Nationalist government.

The security work for the interior, especially the conference hall, had already started several months ago. The building itself and the surrounding environment have undergone a detailed investigation by my secret service, and there is absolutely no problem. "

"very good."

With a bald head and words like gold, he said two words, and said to Dai Chunfeng: "Chunfeng, your work is effective, otherwise the British plot will succeed, and I have no face to meet the former president.

My personal life is not important, and I am not afraid of death. When I conquered the East and the North, I always fought bravely to be the first, only to fear that a tragic war would break out with the Japanese, and the common people were so innocent. "

"Thank you for the compliment, principal." Dai Chunfeng was very modest: "All this is due to Shen Mo. After he knew about the Puppet Manchukuo spy team, he immediately arranged for personnel to inspect the auditorium."

Zuo Zhong hastily said respectfully: "The director often teaches us to keep the words of defending the leader in mind and put it into practice. Ten thousand slogans are not as good as doing one practical thing. We should bear in mind the lowly ranks."

The master and apprentice coaxed the bald head very happily with their compliments, and asked about the whole story of the Butterfly case. After Zuo Zhong finished introducing the situation, the motorcade had already arrived outside the gate of the Nationalist Government.

"salute."

In the checkpoint outside the gatehouse, Song Minghao led his men to stand at attention and watch the vehicles pass by. When Zuo Zhong's vehicle passed by, he nodded slightly to Zuo Zhong.

When they came here from the Secret Service, they took over the interrogation and search work in an all-round way. Ordinary soldiers are no match for professional spies, and professional issues have to be handled by professionals like them.

The results of the current search are all normal, and no dangerous goods have been found. He was reporting the latest information just now. If dangerous goods are found, Zuo Zhong will immediately turn the car around.

At this time, the square was full of stars, and the leaders of various factions gathered together. They had been waiting for a long time with their bald heads. When they saw the car approaching, they all stopped their greetings and chatted, and prepared their clothes to welcome them.

The car slowly stopped on the stone-paved square, and then a young major got out of the car and opened the door for the bald head. This surprised many officials present, who was the other party.

In the past, this kind of work was done by Wenyi. Some people jokingly called him Heshen of this dynasty. It was originally used to describe his high position and weight. Unexpectedly, the word became a prophecy, and Chief Wen really followed in the footsteps of his lord.

Seeing that this man is younger than Wen Yi, could it be that Wen Yi has been replaced and a new attendant has arrived, but this person's military rank is a bit low. You must know that all the people standing guard at the entrance of the auditorium today are lieutenant colonels.

Only some generals seemed to recall that when Miyamoto Hideming disappeared, they had seen this clever young man in the rest house, and Dai Chunfeng brought him there. Could it be that Dai Chunfeng was also in the car.

Sure enough, after the bald head got out of the car and shook his cloak, Dai Chunfeng walked out from the other side of the car and stood beside him with the young man.

Liu Gui's eyes were red in the distance. He, the chief of a section in charge of the internal security of the national government, was not qualified to be 100 meters away from the chairman of the committee. How could Zuo Zhong be able to accompany him around.

God is really blind.

He made meritorious deeds many times, except for military pay and favors, he didn't take any black money. As for Zuo, it was said that even the bed he slept on was made of gold. Could it be that the party and state really can't tolerate good people?

Liu Gui was there aggrieved, while Zuo Zhong tensed his body muscles and concentrated on scanning the surrounding welcoming crowd. If he found anything unusual, he was ready to run away with his bald head at any time.

Although these people had undergone strict scrutiny before entering, and their belongings and bodies had been carefully searched, but the Japanese penetrated everywhere, and no one could guarantee [-]% safety.

But fortunately, the Shanghai Bank, which is the most likely sniper position, was blocked, and there were personnel on duty in the room and the roof facing the national government, at least there was no need to worry about long-range sniping.

Just as he was thinking, the bald head took off his gloves and began to meet and shake hands according to his official rank. From time to time, he patted someone on the shoulder, or kindly took someone's hand to face the press group.

"Crack, click."

The reporters of the press corps began to take pictures of the bald heads. There were Chinese and foreigners. These people dealt with various religions and streams every day, and it was difficult to verify their details and political beliefs. They were dangerous people.

Zuo Zhong moved two steps slightly, and stood at a position parallel to the reporter corps, with his hands crossed on his waist, one is to stop someone from stabbing, and the other is not to leave a video record of himself.

As for whether someone will secretly take pictures, there should not be such a stupid person. In this era, the camera has a very small field of view. The reporter has to deflect the lens to take pictures, and the spies around are not blind.

Ten minutes later, the bald head put on his white gloves again, Zuo Zhong winked at the guards, and the soldiers immediately separated the crowd from the bald head to prevent any assassin from getting too close to launch a sudden attack.

After arranging this, he walked to the bald head and reminded: "Chairman, it's time to go to the auditorium. It's dangerous for you to be outside for a long time. There are complicated people here, and the low-ranking officer is worried that spies will sneak in."

The bald head nodded slightly, waved again to the welcoming crowd, and walked in the direction of the auditorium in the first place. Zuo Zhong walked on his left, blocking the view of the open space on the west side of the square with his body.

Along the way, many national government officials and guards stopped to salute. Zuo Zhong even saw Liu Gui in one place. This guy had red eyes and gritted his teeth.

MD, neuropathy.

There's nothing to be envious of helping people block guns, Zuo Zhong's face darkened a bit, and he speeded up his steps calmly, wanting to leave this open area as soon as possible, this terrain is very unfavorable for security work.

Fortunately, until they got to the auditorium, everything was normal. There were no Japanese with menstrual belts on their heads, shooting them with light machine guns, and no one wearing dangerous items as suicide bombers.

Zuo Zhong sent his bald head to the rostrum, and he stood not far away, looking at the party and state officials who filed in, he was relieved, these insects must not have the courage to do the thing that Jing Ke assassinated Qin.

So at least it was safe in the auditorium, he just had to keep an eye on the service staff.

The meeting went smoothly, a lunatic was talking nonsense on the stage, what about fighting chaos and saving the country, what about hundreds of thousands of athletes, if I have to sum it up, only the word "meeting" has practical meaning.

The pillars of the party and the country under the rostrum are sitting upright, seemingly comprehending the spirit of leadership, but in fact their eyes are blank, their mouths are slightly opened, and they clap their hands mechanically occasionally, 100% of them are wandering.

However, Zuo Zhong paid attention to one person. He finally met Wang who was notorious in the street. He had to say that this person was handsome, wearing a white suit, and had a bookish air.

The standard gold and jade are outside, and the inside is ruined.

Perhaps feeling Zuo Zhong's gaze, Wang looked up, and then a disgusted smile appeared on his face, obviously thinking that he was a new bald-headed attendant, and he was trying to make a good relationship in advance.

If he knew that Zuo Zhong was the spy who destroyed the East Asia Club, he might have torn his heart in this life, and because of this, the remnants of the reorganization faction were wiped out by the bald head.

Zuo Zhong turned his face away as if nothing had happened, pretending that he didn't see the other party's overtures, with his bald head backing him up, he couldn't do anything to him, and he wished that this person would target him, which was a good thing.

From a bald-headed point of view, whoever has an enmity with the surname Wang is one of his own.

Over there, Mr. Wang didn't get a response, the smile on his face faded immediately, and a cloud of anger ignited in his heart, and he couldn't help feeling that this was really Longyou Shoal being played by shrimps, and Huluopingyang being bullied by dogs.

If the former president was still there, how could he have come to this point? After thinking about it, he looked at the photo of the former president behind the bald head, his heart ached, his tears were inexplicably wet, and he almost cried on the spot.

Just at this moment, when the bald head spoke nonsense about the imminent complete victory, seeing Wang's teary-eyed reaction, he thought that the other party was grieving for Southwest, and his forehead lit up several degrees with anger.

　I wish everyone can realize their wishes in the last month of 2021, come on.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)