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Chapter 411 The whole city is blocked
At 12:30 noon, Zuozhong's car arrived near the central gate checkpoint. Everything seemed to be normal. There were a few soldiers at the city gate lazily checking the documents and luggage of passers-by.

It is more like extortion than inspection. When they see people who are easy to bully, they take the opportunity to make a fortune. As for the reason, the gun is in their hands, and the reason is not made up by themselves.

Zuo Zhong looked at it for a while, got out of the car and walked into the Xiedian on the side. The Xiedian is the big car shop in the north. Both of them are accommodation business for lower-level merchants, and they are mostly near the traffic hubs and Chengguan.

However, the environment of this off-site shop is much better than that of a big car shop. It looks like a large hotel, and the decoration is quite exquisite. As soon as he walked into the shop, the shopkeeper immediately greeted him.

"However, Mr. Zuo was in person, and Mr. Wu had been waiting for a long time. The rooms facing the street requested by your department have been cleaned up. The guests in the left, right and opposite rooms have been arranged in other places to ensure cleanliness."

The shopkeeper was wearing a satin mandarin jacket and had a beard. He looked very shrewd. He introduced the situation in a low voice, with a very respectful attitude, walking a little behind the left heavy step.

It's really a fine person, but it's true that the shopkeeper of Xiedian is not something that ordinary people can do. It is the most basic thing to be good at calculation, scheming, and good at maneuvering.

Zuo Zhong took a look at the other party, and smiled slightly: "That's right, then I'll trouble the shopkeeper. Don't worry, if something happens and something is broken, the Secret Service will compensate you according to the price."

In order to catch the spies by surprise, he set the real checkpoint outside the central gate, and the checkpoint inside is used to confuse the opponent. As long as the opponent walks to the city gate, he can see the second checkpoint.

When the time comes, the spies will definitely hesitate. The roadside shop is the best monitoring point, and it is convenient for people to hide and go out. Once a suspicious person is found, they can be quickly dealt with.

It's just that no one knows whether the other party will resist, it's better to say some things in front, so as not to cause a commotion because of a trivial matter, and it is definitely not ordinary people who can open a restaurant at the gate of the city.

The shopkeeper drooped his eyelids when he heard the words, and said lightly, "Sir, your words are serious. Our boss is preparing to renovate and decorate the store. If something is broken, it will save us from spending money to find someone to clean it up."

This is so beautifully said.

Zuo Zhong had a smile on his face and didn't speak, and followed the other party to the guest room. Some words are meaningless if they are plain, since they are so happy, they just need to take care of that host in the future.

The two walked to the door of the guest room area, and a person walked out of the hay shed where the animals were tied. The shopkeeper immediately said goodbye and walked to his room. He was not going to go out until the spy left.

The person who came out was Wu Chunyang. At this time, he was dressed as a coolie, with a few straws mixed in his hair, and his body was full of the smell of excrement from large animals. This kind of person is very common in rest shops.

He glanced at the shopkeeper who was leaving, and reported in a low voice: "Section Chief, Jiang Zhaoqing has been arrested and brought back to the department. He did not shoot. IDs, weapons, cash and microfilm were found from the other party."

"Microfilm?"

Zuo Zhong was a little surprised. After nearly two years of intelligence work, this was the first time he encountered this thing in reality. He had only seen the introduction of microfilm in training materials before.

The reason is not how difficult this thing is. After all, microfilm appeared in the [-]th century, and now it is even developed to shrink a book with hundreds of pages onto a film the size of a postage stamp.

It's not because it's expensive, it's just some chemical raw materials. Many banks and newspapers in the Republic of China are using microfilm to store data, and any photo studio can process it.

The reason microfilm did not take off in the intelligence industry was that it was impractical. Microfilm could only be checked for correctness after it had been developed, and it was only luck in an emergency.

Imagine that an intelligence officer went through untold hardships to get the information, and then wasted all his efforts to make microfilm, risking exposure and sending it back to the country to find that it was all waste.

I guess I have suicidal thoughts.

It is not realistic to use a slide projector to directly view the microfilm, at least not at this stage, because the imaging effect of the slide projector is very blurry and cannot be used in actual intelligence work.

He thought for a while and said, "Where is the film hidden? When Jiang Zhaoqing was arrested, did he try to destroy the film and ask people in Corey to develop it immediately, and let me know the result at any time."

"The film is hidden in the temple of the glasses. This guy wanted to swallow it, but I stopped him." Wu Chunyang led Zuo Zhong into a guest room: "It has been washed, it is some information in the city."

"Hmph, little Japan."

Zuo Zhong sneered, walked around the Datong shop casually, and then walked to the wall and looked outside through the transom window. There was no luxurious wooden window in the shop, only an exhaust window.

This is beneficial to the monitoring work, because there are walls to hide, and the spies can hide behind the transom to observe the people coming and going. It is impossible for spies to pay attention to all the movements behind the transom.

Zuo Zhong confirmed that the observation effect of the transom window was good, so he was completely relieved, and then looked at the watch on his wrist. It was [-]:[-], the preparations for the blockade could begin, and it was time to shake people.

He nodded to Wu Chunyang: "Let the people from the city defense and Jiang defense start, and they must rush to all checkpoints in the city within 10 minutes, and at least one platoon of troops must be stationed at each checkpoint for inspection.

Tell them that they are only responsible for searching, screening and arresting people and hand them over to us. If anyone releases the spies for credit, let their chief explain to the chairman himself, the original words. "

It has to be said like this, otherwise this gang retreats and turns into the swift wind, attacks the enemy Xu Rulin, harasses the people and loots like fire, and the friendly army is in trouble and the unmoving national army will definitely cause trouble.

Both sides were wearing the same military uniform. Wu Chunyang was very clear about the virtues of the other party, so he quickly nodded to show that he knew, and then walked out of the room to call the city defense command and the Jiang defense force.

Following this call, the city defense forces in several barracks in Jinling City were mobilized, and trucks carrying brash soldiers ran rampant on the street, frightening the people to flee everywhere.

At the same time, the small gunboat at the riverside wharf also fired and pressurized, and black smoke billowed from the chimney. The nearby fishermen didn't know why, and only the children cheered barefoot on the shore.

Less than two 10 minutes.

Gates, highways, docks, railway stations, bus stations, and even dirt roads used by villagers began to be barricaded in Jinling. Teams of soldiers armed with rifles pulled up barbed wire fences and refused horses.

Many people who were about to leave the city were a little at a loss in the face of the sudden checkpoint. They didn't know what the gang of soldiers were going crazy. Could it be that any official was shot several times by the assassins?
That's great.

Arresting the officials of the Republic of China and queuing up, killing all of them may be wronged, and killing every other one will definitely slip through the net. The fruit party is rotten from top to bottom, and it is commonplace in Yurou Township.

Among the stopped pedestrians and convoys, some courageous people guessed, some said that the chairman of the committee was gone, and some said that Dean Wang met the assassin again and was beaten into a sieve on the hospital bed.

The truth of the matter is not important, the important thing is to have fun, usually being squeezed, this will be stopped halfway, the anger in the hearts of the people can only be vented in this way, and the scene is a little chaotic for a while.

And at the Changgan Bridge bayonet in the south of the city, on a long-distance bus from Jinling to Guangling, a few narrow-minded ghosts whispered a little joke about the insects of the Republic of China, which caused the passengers to laugh.

The driver heard the commotion getting louder and louder, turned around and shouted in a low voice: "Holley, Holly, it's almost over, there are all armed military masters outside, if they hear it, you will feel better."

It was fine if he didn't yell, but the yelling made the car even more lively, and the passengers who were already irritated by the slow speed and crowding finally found an outlet, pointing at the driver and yelling loudly.

"We are all poor and clinking. It's no good for the soldiers to arrest us. It's better to take you away, you little bastard. I'm telling a joke. What's bothering you? The dog is meddling with the mouse."

"Hey, excuse me, driver, when will I be able to drive? I'm from the Guangling party headquarters. I have urgent matters to attend to when I return to Guangling. If you miss important party and state affairs, you can't bear the responsibility."

"Where is my child, whoever saw my child is going to kill you, let those soldiers get in the car, there are flamboyants in the car, driver, the driver call someone, my child is gone."

There was a sudden chaos in the carriage, some were swearing, some were threatening, some were looking for children, and the driver was not a fuel-efficient lamp, so he stood up holding the crank, wanting to compete with the swearing.

"Boom."

"Don't move."

At this moment, the door of the long-distance bus was kicked open. Several soldiers stood outside the car and pointed their guns at the inside of the car. A short fat man wearing a dozen Chinese tunic suits stood by and watched coldly.

The passengers in the car felt as if they had been splashed with cold water. They felt chills all over their bodies. They quickly closed their mouths and sat back in their seats. Those who didn't have seats immediately curled up and hid behind the others.

An officer with the rank of second lieutenant pulled out his pocket belt, jumped into the car with a jerk, looked at the quiet passengers who looked like quails, and glanced around the car in a sinister manner.

"Arguing, keep arguing, why don't you stop arguing, I am here to arrest the assassin, you gangsters are not only not cooperating, but are making trouble here, do you think I dare not shoot?"

There was no sound in the car, and even the driver looked ahead with a serious expression, his hands on the steering wheel, motionless, as if the car was about to fall into an abyss if he didn't pay attention.

"Hmph, don't eat and drink fine for toasting."

The second lieutenant snorted coldly when he saw this, and said to the short fat man outside the car: "I'll leave it to Chief Song. If you need help, just talk. On [-] o'clock, my brother also chopped off the heads of a few little Japanese."

"Okay, thanks for your help, buddy."

The short fat man cupped his hands and thanked him, then passed the second lieutenant and got into the car, with a smile on his chubby face, matching his fat figure, it made the passengers relax a little.

He looked around, touched the head of the child beside him, and said kindly: "Everyone, don't be afraid. I am a civil servant of the Secret Service. Everyone knows what we do."

Before he finished speaking, an old man hiccuped and fainted, and the other passengers were not much better, some had weak legs, some had chattering teeth, the Secret Service, they knew it all too well.

It is said that these spies kill people without batting an eyelid, are ruthless, cruel, and cannibalize people without spitting out their bones. Those who die in their hands can circle Jinling all the way, but what is this fat man doing in the car?

(End of this chapter)