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Chapter 359 Gunshots
In the evening, the meeting ended in an atmosphere of excitement and confusion. There was no policy to improve people's livelihood or to support farmers and workers. They were all military and political deployments for a decisive battle in the southwest.

Zuo Zhong squeezed the phone in his pocket, and smiled inwardly. He was so close to the bald head, the radio must be very clear, and he can hand it over to old K after going back to sort it out. Thanks for the assistance from the fellow.

At this moment, the bald man who was chatting with some big shots moved his feet. He hurried over to put on the cloak for them, and whispered: "Chairman, according to the schedule, you should go back to the resting hut to rest."

"OK."

The bald head, who was already in low spirits, nodded, waved to everyone and walked towards the door, only to meet another person at the door who made him uncomfortable, who was being interviewed.

Mr. Wang has always had a good relationship with the public opinion circles. This may be due to his lack of confidence in his mouth. He dared to say anything to the outside world. For example, he told reporters about internal secrets this time.

"The government has the confidence to solve the problem of the underground party in the...

"Hmph, grandstanding." The bald head snorted coldly, and strode out of the auditorium.

Zuo Zhong glanced at the cheerful reporters, and frowned. Why did the number of reporters increase a little more than before? Was it later? This made him a little uneasy, and he immediately moved closer to the bald head.

Not only him, but other guards also surrounded him and escorted the bald head to the parking lot. The reporters originally wanted to interview the bald head, but after seeing this scene, they gave up and gradually dispersed.

Walking around with a bald head, he suddenly asked in a cold voice: "Shen Mo, the Secret Service Headquarters is always unclear about his relationship with the Japanese. Your Secret Service will not be like them, so bet on both sides."

"Report to the leader, the Secret Service has only one purpose, which is to protect the leader."

Zuo Zhong expressed his position without hesitation, and continued: "Before the meeting, we sent people to monitor him and his cronies, and his secretary had a private meeting with the Japanese consul Yakichiro Suma.

According to the analysis of monitoring and monitoring results, the two parties should be in the stage of testing. Because of the East Asian Club, there must be something dirty between them, and they will not trust each other so easily. "

Although the bald head didn't mention who he was by name, Zuo Zhong knew it must be Wang. No matter how he looked at it, he had no reason to cover up for this traitor.

"Hmph, mother Hippie."

The bald man's face was ugly, but he was satisfied with the work of the Secret Service. He nodded: "Pay more attention to this person's thoughts, and report to me directly if you find anything."

Zuo Zhong pretended to be embarrassed: "Chairman, I don't know if I should say something about my humble position."

The bald head waved his hand: "Just say what you want, I'll make the decision for you."

"Yes!"

Zuo Zhong seemed to muster up his courage: "After the Puppet Manchukuo spy case, we had an unexpected discovery that Director Xu Enzeng's nephew was discussing marriage with the Puppet Manchukuo spy, so we detained him.

A few days ago, Director Xu came to the Secret Service to intercede for his nephew. Considering that they were all colleagues of the party and the state, the director agreed to release him after the case was clarified, but only needed Director Xu to provide this person's file registration.

For unknown reasons, the Secret Service Headquarters transferred many personnel files, including Xu Enzeng's nephew. At that time, Director Xu did not respond after hearing this, and then left quickly. "

It is necessary to pay attention to strategy when making a small report. The most taboo is to make decisions and make judgments for the boss. He only needs to tell the facts. As for what the bald head thinks, it is not up to him to decide.

The bald head did not express his opinion immediately after hearing this. He was aware of the conflict between the Secret Service Headquarters and the Secret Service.

When he was almost at the side of the car, he said ambiguously: "We need to continue to investigate this matter. I know about Xu Enzeng. If he is incompetent, there are people, but he shouldn't dare."

"Boom! Bang! Bang!"

"Bang bang."

Before the bald man could finish his sentence, multiple gunshots suddenly rang out around him. Before the gunshots fell, he was thrown to the ground by Zuo Zhong beside him. Only then did the other guards react and drew their guns in a hurry.

Zuo Zhong pressed his bald head under his body, and shouted to the guards: "Stay away! Set up defenses, escort the chairman to the guard room, send someone to the door to find the secret service personnel, and let them come over to cooperate with the defense."

In fact, he could hear that the gunshots seemed to be far away from them, but how could he show his utter loyalty otherwise, if it wasn't for the inappropriate occasion, he wished he could leave here with his bald head on his shoulders.

Knowing that he was the personal guard appointed by the chairman, the guards immediately took countermeasures, occupying key positions in the square with weapons in hand, covering Zuo Zhong and Bald Head and rushing into the guard room.

"Bang bang bang..."

While they were acting, the gunshots rang out again and became more and more intense. It seemed that the gunshots just now were not accidental, but someone really launched an attack and was fighting with the guards.

As soon as he entered the guard room, Zuo Zhong gave orders to several panicked officers: "Contact the City Defense Command and the guards, load the machine gun with live ammunition, and pay attention, there will be reinforcements coming from the direction of the gate."

"Yes."

The military ranks of these officers are all higher than Zuo Zhong, but now no one mentions this. How can the chairman's personal guards be measured by their military ranks? It's too late for them to curry favor with Zuo Zhong.

Following Zuo Zhong's several orders, the scene was quickly brought under control. The bald head sat in the corner of the guard room with a very unsightly expression. The Japanese really took action under the instigation of the British.

It's just how the other party moved their hands. Today's security work is perfect, at least in the eyes of his "old army". How did the Japanese get in and where did the guns come from.

The bald head glanced at the little fellow who blocked the door with his body, and the suspicion that had just arisen dissipated immediately. If Zuo Zhong or the Secret Service wanted to kill him, there was no need to wait until now, there were plenty of opportunities before.

Whose problem would that be?
Not only he was thinking, but Zuo Zhong, who was standing at the door, was also thinking about what was going on, why the other party could bring the gun in, there was no possibility that something went wrong with Lao Song's search, could it be a collusion between inside and outside.

"boom."

The faces of the people present changed, how could they even use the grenade, but after a while, all the voices disappeared, and it was unknown whether the assassin killed the guards or the assassin was wiped out.

At this moment, Zuo Zhong saw Song Minghao leading someone rushing over from the gate, shouting: "I am Song Minghao, Chief of the Military Intelligence Section of the Secret Service, and I am ordered to come to support, my own people, don't shoot."

"Let them come here."

Zuo Zhong gave the machine gunner an order, and then waved: "Lao Song, come quickly, is everything normal outside, have you notified Wu Chunyang and Gui Youguang, we must ensure the safety of the Chairman."

Song Minghao ran over with a gun profusely in sweat, and replied loudly: "Report, the guards of the 88th Division at the gate have set up sandbags and refused horses. Chunyang and Gui Youguang are blocking the surrounding areas as planned."

Zuo Zhong thought for a while: "Send someone to scout the place where the gunshots were fired. If the opponent is still alive and organizes resistance, the security forces will arrive within 10 minutes. Let everyone stand up."

"I'll go myself."

Song Minghao's face was serious: "They want to come here, unless we are all dead. If something happens to me, please ask the section chief to take care of the orphans and widows for me for the sake of the past."

After finishing speaking, he saluted, raised his pistol and shouted at his subordinates: "Defend the leader, it's time to make contributions, everyone follow me." Then he ran away with four or fifty people.

Zuo Zhong's black line at one end, the Japanese intelligence team was exhausted with only a dozen people, and he took four or fifty people to the past, and his life was in danger, MD, this bastard dared to steal his lines.

But when he turned around, tears welled up in his eyes, and he assured the bald head: "Leader, please rest assured, even if everyone in our secret service is dead, we will never let the spies hurt you."

The bald head was full of emotion, this is the confidant he can rely on, when he encounters danger without bargaining, he rushes straight up, which reminds him of the national-army team before 1927.

The same disregarding personal gains and losses, and not caring about personal life and death, with one order, countless powerful warlords were swept into the dust of history. Dai Chunfeng did a good job, this force must be reused.

He stood up and leaned on a civilized stick: "Very well, you must remember these warriors in the end. If they encounter an accident and their family is supported by the party and state, I will definitely seek justice for them."

"Thank you Chairman."

Zuo Zhong was excited, but his heart was calm. He felt that there should be news coming in a while, and he didn't know who was so unlucky to help the bald head block the gun. It couldn't be Lao Dai.

Just as he thought, someone did block the gun, but it wasn't Lao Dai. He was just a major general and he was not in the eyes of the assassin. The one who got shot was Mr. Wang, the head of the Executive Yuan of the National Government.

When he left the auditorium with a bald head and a dark face, Wang decided to accept it as soon as he saw it, and reluctantly bid farewell to the reporter. As a result, the crowd seemed a little chaotic, and when the guards realized something was wrong, the gun went off.

The assassin in the crowd fired three shots in a row, one shot hit Wang's left arm, one shot hit his left cheek, and the next shot hit the back spine.

The scene was chaotic for a while, and the usually majestic Guo Party officials lost their hands and feet for a while, and fled in all directions. A certain Central Committee member who suffered from foot disease ran away in fright, and shouted for help at the same time.

A minister surnamed Kong didn't even care that his new coat was torn, he hurriedly got into the bushes, and then slipped into the auditorium, and many people ran back to the auditorium after seeing this.

What's worse, Wang yelled before he fell down: "So-and-so hurt me."

This was troublesome, the guards present didn't know whether the words were true or not, so they were a step late in fighting back against the assassin, but there was no room for hesitation in a life-and-death fight, and they paid the price for it.

"Kill them!"

A short man in a suit with a camera around his neck yelled and emptied the Browning in his hand. It was he who shot Wang three times, and his accomplices were in the crowd.

Following his voice, five or six assassins among the reporters drew out their weapons, leaned on the trees at the entrance of the auditorium as cover, and pulled the trigger on the dazed guards without hesitation.

These people consisted of men and women, with standard tactical actions, very precise marksmanship, and a very vicious style of action. After a round of shooting, more than a dozen guards were killed, and corpses littered the field in front of the auditorium.

(End of this chapter)