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Chapter 452 Returning to the Central Hospital
The courtyard of the Secret Service Detention Center was very lively. Guards armed with rifles drove a group of panicked men and women to the execution ground, and immediately threw the butt of their guns on those who refused to leave.

"In the past, or shoot and kill."

"Sir, please forgive me. My sister is the thirteenth concubine of Commander Chengfanggu. As long as you let me go, brother will be rewarded. Money, I can give you money."

"I bought my tobacco soil from Director Chen. It's legal. It's legal. It's true that all the money from the transaction was used as military pay in the army."

"I don't accept it. If I have the ability to go to Shanghai to catch Dongyang people, they will be shipped one by one. Why don't they catch them? They know how to take advantage of us little people."

As soon as Zuo Zhong and Gui Youguang came over, they heard the clamor of these people. Some people were pitifully seeking relationships, some were sternly pulling tiger skins, and of course there were also stubborn attempts to intimidate the spies.

"I am an acquaintance with Director Bai of the Police Department. Your Secret Service can't arrest people at will. Don't think that I'm really easy to bully. Be careful of the dog skin on your body, let go of your grandfather and me."

A middle-aged man in black silk and satin screamed with his neck stalked. The green dragon tattoo on his neck was very conspicuous. At first glance, he was the backbone of Jinling Road. No wonder he was so confident.

"Drag this back and make a statement."

Hearing the old friend's name, Zuo Zhong paused, turned his head and told Gui Youguang, it happened that the deposit was almost bottomed out, and it was time to meet up with old friends and get in touch.

"Yes, Chief."

Gui Youguang waved his hand, and the two little spies rushed forward, kicking the black silk and satin flying, and then the black muzzle of the gun hit the opponent's forehead, and dragged him back to the detention center.

The cigarette dealer's cries stopped abruptly. I didn't expect the people in the Secret Service to be so ruthless. They didn't even give face to Director Bai of the Police Department. Except for a few people who were well-connected, most of them gave up.

Besides, regardless of the excitement just now, they were actually not too scared. Why did the Secret Service arrest people? It was nothing more than money or dirt. This was not the first time this kind of thing happened.

It’s like the secret service headquarters, where people present are always invited to sit back and sit down for a while. They are entertained with delicious food, and they are released as soon as the money is received. The two parties have cooperated many times, and there has never been an accident.

It's just asking for money, it's not worth killing people.

However, it was the first time for the Secret Service to do this. In the past, this group of spies only contacted the Cao Gang. Today might be an opportunity. With the permission of the Secret Service, the tobacco business will become safer.

The cigarette dealers looked at each other and shouted loudly, scrambling to quote the price for their lives. They thought that within a few minutes, the gang of spy agents would greet them with smiles, business.

Zuo Chong stood in the courtyard with his pockets on, looked around, then nodded at Gui Youguang, the weather was strangely cold, he had to kill him earlier, and he had to go to the mansion to see the situation.

"Ready, reload."

The big bald man gave the order in a cold voice.

This situation is not right, the cigarette dealers are starting to panic, everyone is old Jianghu, of course it can be seen that the bullets on the guards are real bullets, but even if you are not satisfied with the price, you have to make a price first.

"Ready, shoot."

"Bang~bang~bang."

Before they could figure it out, bullets were fired from the hot gun barrel. These villains full of crimes went to the west one after another. Before they died, everyone had only one thought in their minds.

You guys don't care.

Others just want money but don't care about their lives, and the dogs of the Secret Service are all about their lives and their lives, but this breaks the rules. Without their bulk cargo channels, many people can't do their tobacco business.

Others think that people like themselves have made all the money, but in reality, most of the money has been taken away by people with the Guo Party emblem pinned to their chests, and the rest of the soup is theirs in the end.

Someone fell into a pool of blood and shouted with the last of his strength: "You will regret it, and some people will avenge us. You can't afford to mess with those people, and your Secret Service will not end well."

"MD, you're still stubborn."

Zuo Zhong directly pulled out his pistol and walked over to the other party, loaded it with a click, refilled several shots in a row, and after finishing all this, he spit on the ground, and then gave an order in a sinister manner.

"Hang all these rubbish on the gates of the city. All the gates must be arranged. There are enough corpses. The reason for execution is suspected of having liaison with the underground party. By the way, the face and fingerprints will be ruined."

"Yes, Chief Zuo."

The faces of the little spies were pale and their calves were protruding. It was normal to shoot people, but wouldn't it be too cruel to beat people into hornet's nests, so that the common people would see them, and maybe they would make up some rumors again.

Now there are rumors in Jinling City that people from the Secret Service kill people without blinking an eye. If they don’t kill a few people every day, they can’t sleep or eat.

Just, Chief Zuo
Can't say, can't say, how can you talk nonsense about the officer's affairs, not to mention that it has something to do with the smiling tiger, everyone lowered their heads and packed up the corpses, the military order was like a mountain, and they had to be sent to the city gate to show the public.

Zuo Zhong wiped the blood from his face, and threw the handkerchief aside. These cigarette dealers helped the Japanese to kill their compatriots, but it was cheaper to shoot them, that is, there is no Lingchi now.

Otherwise, huh, huh.

He thought for a while, and looked at Gui Youguang with a serious face: "Have someone interrogate the remaining smoking criminal, and the important statement must be recorded. After finishing it, find a place to bury it. I will go out with me later." .”

Gui Youguang immediately puffed out his chest, turned around and ran to the interrogation room. He no longer needed to do such a trivial matter by himself. There were many interrogators in the operation team, so he could find anyone to do it.

10 minute later.

The two drove away from the secret service and headed towards the national government. In order to prevent others from following them to the surveillance point of the official residence, the car circled around Xinjiekou many times.

After confirming that there was no problem behind him, he drove all the way into the Central Hospital. Song Minghao set up the monitoring point here because he was inspired by Tianfu. The complicated personnel here is really suitable for monitoring.

And relying on the reputation of the secret service, they can make more arrangements. For example, several dentist offices on the third floor were requisitioned, and it was difficult for outsiders to find the personnel hidden inside.

As soon as Zuo Zhong and Gui Youguang reached the third floor, Song Minghao, who was wearing a white coat, greeted them with a smile. Obviously, he had received a report from the eyeliner. Yes, we must not let our guard down at any time.

"Section Chief, why are you here? Old Wu took people to the construction committee to recover the tapes. One place is more tightly guarded. He won't come back until a while later. Other personnel are performing surveillance tasks."

As Song Minghao said, he adjusted his glasses, and there was a mouth mirror in his chest pocket. This is a tool used by dentists to check the inside of a patient's mouth. Such a dress really looks like a doctor.

After introducing the situation in a low voice, he pointed left and right: "This is all our people now, so you don't have to worry about being overheard when you speak. The doctors and nurses have also been screened, and there is no problem with their identities."

"Well, let's go in and talk."

Zuo Zhong glanced at the familiar corridor, and took the lead to walk to the office area. Song Minghao quickly raised his hand to lead the way, and everyone quickly walked to the door of an office, pushed the door and walked in.

As soon as you enter, you can see a desk and chair. There are some medical tools and medical records on the table. In addition, there is a stool for the patient and a small sodium lamp. Everything looks normal.

Further inside is a long row of white medical screens, which completely blocked the window position, and no surveillance personnel were seen. Obviously, Song Minghao and Wu Jingzhong were very careful in this operation.

"Section Chief, our personnel and equipment are arranged behind the screen. If any suspicious personnel appear, there will be dedicated brothers pretending to be doctors and patients to confuse them. Please don't worry."

Song Minghao closed the door and slowly opened the screen. A few spies were sitting under the window, using a special periscope to observe the construction committee building, and recorded while watching.

Zuo Zhong observed it for a while, and showed a satisfied smile on his face: "How about it, the periscope is still useful. These are German war surplus materials. The quality is very good, and it is very difficult to get them in the Republic of China."

This thing is not his invention. Countries around the world have used it for a long time. The large-scale manufacturing technology after the war has become more mature. It not only has the function of looking far, but also can take real-time photos.

When monitoring Tianfu, which was highly vigilant, the intelligence department's surveillance operations were very difficult. It happened that some time ago, the German business trip went to three, and he bought them all after hearing about it.

"Very good, very hidden."

Song Minghao nodded again and again, and his tone was very excited: "In the past, during daytime surveillance, you either had to close the curtains or hide in a corner, which is not only easy to expose, but also limited the viewing angle.

It is much more convenient to have a periscope. It is easy for personnel to perform tasks, and they can take pictures to collect evidence when necessary. People in one place have not found us, largely because of this tool. "

Zuo Zhong nodded slightly. The intelligence industry is ancient, but it is closely related to science and technology. In particular, every innovation in communication technology has brought changes in the way of intelligence operations.

Thinking of his family's arrangements in New Zealand and the Americas, he felt that he could guide his grandfather and father to bet on the electronics industry. If this is done well, the Zuo family will not have to worry about money for a hundred years.

Hey, money is hard to come by.

He drove the messy thoughts out of his mind, and asked: "What about the surveillance records from the past few days, let me have a look, the people in one place have not moved in the past two days, how many times has Xu Enzeng been here?"

"Nothing happened."

Song Minghao took out the record from the desk drawer, and replied, "Xu Enzeng comes over every night to inspect it, and he seems to be very interested in this case, but it's a bit strange.

Since he attached great importance to the official residence, the security level of the monitoring point should be very high, but the more times Xu Enzeng came, the risk of the monitoring point being exposed would be higher, which doesn't make sense.

I suspect there is a problem here. The Secret Service may be playing tricks, and their goal may not be the underground party in the mansion. If so, should we change our goal? "

(End of this chapter)