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Chapter 465 Little Thumb

Time flies.

It has been several days since Formosa arrived in Jinling, and the rumors about this great detective are very popular. Countless reporters hope to interview him, but unfortunately the other party has no time.

He was busy interviewing eyewitnesses on the day of the car accident in Saluchon, and it was not easy to find these people thanks to the consul's extensive contacts and connections. The cost alone cost [-] pounds.

Fortunately, the customers who can go to the coffee shop for consumption during that time period, whether they are Chinese or foreigners, are social elites of some status, otherwise it would be impossible to find them.

Although there are only three.

One is a military attache at the US Consulate.

One is a professor at Chuo University.

The last one is a local businessman.

According to the dictation of these three people, Sha Luxun was sitting with a Chinese person at that time, and the two parties seemed to be very unhappy.

However, due to their location, they didn't see the person's face, but only saw the back. He should not be too old, and he was wearing a black high-end windbreaker, which was quite imposing.

After listening to these narrations, a figure flashed in Formosa's mind immediately.

Meng Ting.

young.

Bit high weight.

More importantly, the other party's subordinates also wore black uniforms, and I met him as soon as I came to Jinling, so there would be no such coincidence, everything was arranged.

At the same time, for the sake of prudence, he invited Meng Ting for an excuse, and asked the staff of the consulate to lead three witnesses to observe secretly. The result was that the two were very similar.

The killer is locked.

Secret Service Headquarters.

And that Director Xu.

But what to do next, assassinating a citizen of the British Empire is definitely not a matter for an intelligence chief to decide. Meng Ting is just a knife, and the person holding the knife is the real murderer behind the scenes.

How to lead out the real culprit and find conclusive evidence, Formosa was at a loss for a moment. After all, this is the Republic of China, and many things are difficult to operate in other people's territory, unless you find a partner.

In the end, a Chinese proverb said by Bai Longdu reminded him that the person who needs to tie the bell to untie the bell, since he wants to find the knife holder, why not ask the knife directly.

Just continue to instigate Meng Ting.

He has the support from London and MI[-], no matter what Meng Ting needs, he can provide it, money, power, beauties, the empire on which the sun never sets has the ability to meet all the conditions.

So, after careful consideration, Formosa invited Meng Ting for the third time. Still in the private room of Dehe Tower, the two sat facing each other and talked about the news reports in Jinling and Shanghai these days.

"Mr. Meng, I didn't expect you to solve so many cases in Shanghai. No wonder you became the intelligence chief of the Secret Service Headquarters. I heard that there are dramas based on you. I will definitely watch them when I have the chance."

Holding a goblet, Formosa took a sip of red wine and said with a smile, this is indeed what he said in his heart, at least according to the newspapers, the Chinese young man in front of him has a very high detective level.

As for the topic of who is more powerful, the answer is obvious. Maybe in a few decades, when the opponent reaches his age and has enough experience, he may be able to win.

Meng Ting's complexion was a bit ugly, he didn't know who was so shameless, he put himself on the fire, and tried his best to encourage public opinion to compare him with Formosa, it was simply inexplicable.

He is a famous detective with a high reputation in Europe, and the cases he solves are based on real skills. Those newspapers must be so stupid to publish such articles. Can such things be said casually?

He organized his language and said with a complicated expression: Sorry, Mr. Formosa, comparing the people of the Republic of China with foreigners to find national self-confidence is what newspapers like to do most.

You know, the history between the Republic of China and the United Kingdom is not harmonious, and this situation has caused many citizens to express their opinions blindly, but this is not what I mean, please take my word for it. "

It wasn't that Meng Ting was modest, nor was it that Meng Ting was timid, but that Xu Enzeng had clearly warned him that an intelligence officer should not become a public figure, as he would be easily attacked by the enemy.

"Respect to history." Formosa raised his glass and said with a smile: "Let the past be the past. I believe that China and Britain will maintain a good relationship, just like the two of us."

"Respect history."

Meng Ting looked better, raised his glass and took a small sip, guessing why the other party invited him, maybe it was because of Sha Lixun's case again, so he had to be careful.

He secretly heightened his vigilance, and decided not to say any more, since he was not welcome at Secret Service Headquarters, and his situation would be even more difficult if the information was leaked again.

Over there, Formosa put the last piece of steak into his mouth, then put down the knife and fork, took out a pipe from his pocket, pressed tobacco into it, took out a match, and scratched at the coating on the side of the matchbox.

"Tear."

The match was lit, and his face looked a little weird in the bright firelight. After exhaling a puff of smoke, Formosa killed Meng Ting, who looked puzzled, and said something earth-shattering.

"You guys killed Sha Luxun, right?"

Yes, he didn't want to continue to make rounds. The Chinese are experts in this area. Now that he has full confidence, there is no need to waste time. The most important thing is to complete the task as soon as possible.

Meng Ting was dumbfounded. What did Sha Luxun's death have to do with the Secret Service Headquarters? Wasn't it done by the Secret Service? Could it be that the British was trying to test himself, but this is too ridiculous.

Not to mention that the Secret Service Headquarters did not do this, even if it was, is it appropriate to discuss an assassination operation in such an aboveboard manner? Why should I tell the other party that the other party is a great detective?

He also put down the tableware in his hand, and replied seriously: "Mr. Formosa, this joke is not funny, and Salutsun's death has nothing to do with Secret Service Headquarters or myself.

As for who the murderer is, as a qualified detective, I think you should carefully investigate all the evidence instead of suspecting us for no reason, which will only allow the real murderer to escape punishment. "

Meng Ting's tone became more and more severe, and he felt that the so-called famous British detectives were nothing more than that. He didn't even find the shadow of the second office, but found them instead. It was a joke.

Formosa smoked his pipe and gently clapped his hands: "Mr. Meng is not only a good detective, but also a good actor, but there is a saying that goes, if you want to be unknown, you must do nothing yourself.

I'm right, so there must be a reason for me to invite you here. Maybe you didn't realize when you threatened Mr. Saluchon that there were three gentlemen watching everything from behind.

They recognized you, just the last time we met, an honest American military officer, a respected professor, a successful businessman could all attest to your presence. "

After finishing speaking, he was like a fox who had locked his prey, his eyes were full of cunning and complacency, there is no more conclusive evidence than witness testimony, if it is in court, this alone can close the case.

Meng Ting's complexion changed drastically, and he stood up abruptly. No wonder he always felt that something was wrong when we met last time. It turned out that someone was watching secretly from the sidelines. He was really a despicable person.

However, he had never been to the so-called scene, and he didn't even know Saluchon. Why did the other party say that? The answer is very simple. The British wanted to use him as a scapegoat.

He squinted his eyes and said word by word: "Let's stop here today, and we'll talk again when Mr. Formosa wakes up. In short, Salusun's death has absolutely nothing to do with the Secret Service Headquarters.

Also please don’t forget that you are now standing on the land of the Chinese nation. The era when you could wantonly invade a country and slaughter a city for no reason has completely passed.

It is not enough to frame a Republic of China official with three false witnesses. I also have witnesses who can prove that I was not at the scene on the day of the incident. Even if this lawsuit reaches the League of Nations, you have no chance of winning. "

After Meng Ting said these words, he turned around and was about to leave. This matter was too big. He had to report to Director Xu.

Although he has not been here for a long time, he also knows the embarrassment of the Secret Service Headquarters. The high-level people are greedy and incompetent, and the bottom-level people are superfluous. If it is involved in the murder of the British, it will be over.

Formosa watched him walk to the door, and said calmly: "Mr. Meng, won't you listen to my conditions? I know you are just following orders, and the real murderer is not you, right?

If you can stand up and testify against your boss, Director Xu, the British Empire can provide you with the necessary asylum. I heard that the Hong Kong City Police Department is short of an inspector. I wonder if you are willing to give in.

This is the first Chinese inspector, maybe it can be recorded in the annals of history forever. Think about it, one is a small section chief, and the other is a high-level police officer in Hong Kong City. How to choose is up to you. "

When he said the word "little", he also stretched out his little thumb, indicating how small the position of the intelligence chief of the Secret Service Headquarters is, and it can't be compared with the supervisor of the British Empire.

Meng Ting stopped in his footsteps. Having stayed in the concession and Europe, he knew very well that the weight of an inspector in the British police system, although only the most basic management position, can have real power.

This is exactly what he needs. In the Secret Service Headquarters, he can't control anything, and he can't control anyone. His subordinates call him Section Chief if they want to save face, and they won't fart if they don't give face.

From what Formosa said, the British didn't seem to care who did it, as long as they could pull Xu Enzeng out, thinking that the other party was hiding so many things from him, his heart moved.

Looking at Meng Ting's back, Formosa added confidently: "A wise man can change his position, but a fool sticks to his own point of view. This is a British proverb. I believe you will make a wise choice."

Meng Ting turned around slowly and stared at Formosa. Three seconds later, his serious expression suddenly changed, and he raised his thumb flatteringly and said, "You are so accurate, I am willing to cooperate."

(End of this chapter)