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Chapter 561

The first day of the new year.

Shanghai has been gloomy and sunny these days, and the little spies packed their luggage with smiles on their faces. This time they came out and completed their assigned mission without firing a single shot. It must be said that it went very smoothly.

The only regret is that they didn't have the opportunity to take a good look at Shiliyangchang. The Secret Service was strictly disciplined, and they were not allowed to leave the station without permission. They could only look at the largest city in the Far East from a distance.

His subordinates were happy, but Zuo Zhong frowned at Xu Enzeng, who was crying and screaming. The other party ran over early in the morning, holding a newspaper and furiously cursing the patrol room in the public concession.

"Commissioner Left, this is slander, the British are slandering me, what is Secret Service killer lawless, brutally murdered two police officers, and dumped their bodies in a dark street.

After we parted last night, all my people returned to Shanghai Railway Station. Everyone can testify to this point, and it is simply inexplicable how they went to such a remote place to kill the red-headed San. "

Xu Enzeng poked hard at the headline in the newspaper, and shouted excitedly: "Besides, I have no enmity with the Indians. The purpose of the murder was to grab those three broken revolvers and a few pounds of banknotes.

In order to achieve certain goals, the International Settlement has pinned a security case on government officials. This is an outright political conspiracy, and it is a persecution of the party-state and me personally. "

This is drooling.

Zuo Zhong took two steps back with disgust on his face, took the newspaper and read it unhurriedly. It said that three Indian policemen were killed, two were injured and one was injured. Their weapons and wallets were lost, and their deaths were miserable.

According to the information released by the patrol room, the murderer is a special agent from the Secret Service Headquarters. The specific characteristics are that he is dressed in black, has sharp fighting skills, and has the ability to subdue multiple victims instantly by himself.

rumor,

Definitely a rumour.

How could there be such a level of operatives in one place? Zuo Zhong immediately believed what Lao Xu said. The patrols in the concession are different from the waste of later generations of film and television dramas. The members have undergone strict training.

They spend most of their time dealing with white-faced people①, especially gangsters from gangs. If they don't work hard, they can't even guarantee their own safety, let alone maintaining law and order.

According to the laws of the International Settlement, once a criminal with a gun is caught, the sentence is extremely severe, usually the death penalty. These people will not hesitate to shoot when encountering patrols, and they will die anyway.
Gangsters without guns will take the initiative to attack and steal weapons, and will never leave a living. Compared with the previous one, this kind of vicious case happens every year or even every month.

In such a harsh environment, some patrols summed up and trained a complete fighting system, and invented a very dangerous weapon, the Fairbain Sykes fighting dagger.

Information from the East China Region shows that this is a kind of equipment that is purely for killing. When used with a pistol, it forms a set of close combat shooting techniques, also known as the Shanghai shooting genre.

(Pictures are in Easter eggs)
At that time, Zuo Zhong asked Yu Xingle to find a few related photos. After careful observation, he could see the shadow of CAR shooting technique. To exaggerate, it was a bit like the legendary gun fighting technique.

Therefore, in daily work, patrolling may be perfunctory due to thoughts or other reasons, but in the face of life threats, they have a certain fighting capacity, how can they stand there and let people kill them.

Secret Service agents are one against three.

What an international joke.

Zuo Zhong pondered for a moment, feeling that the British should not be allowed to splash dirty water, the matter was too big, and he might be implicated, but whoever did it, could it be the underground party.

He walked to the table and took out a map of Shanghai, measured the distance between Elizabeth Hospital and the crime scene, and calculated the time difference between the assassin's shooting time and the approximate crime time.

The answer came out quickly. From the perspective of time and space, the murderer who killed the red-headed Ah San was probably one of the assassins. After the assassination failed, the other party went to the French Concession at a normal walking speed.

That's right.

Zuo Chong's eyes lit up. After assassinating himself and Xu Enzeng in the public concession, where is the safest place for the underground party? Of course it is the French Concession. The crime scene is only a small street away from the French Concession.

It's just that the other party is safe, so why take the risk of killing the three policemen? Did they get stopped? There's no need to make such a big deal, and the police's interrogation can easily be fooled.

Perhaps he encountered some trouble, he thought about the virtues of Indians, and guessed that Ah San might want to blackmail the assassin, or he was planning to do something bad to be seen by the assassin, and he died in the end.

This is normal, no matter how powerful the patrol is, it is still the police. Agents like members of the red team want to kill people, especially under a sneak attack, the opponent can basically lie down and wait for death, and there is no chance of winning.

Thinking of what the Indian patrols did in Shanghai, Zuo Zhong sneered in his heart, then frowned and closed the map, pretending to have found nothing, and turned to look at Xu Enzeng who was moaning.

"Director Xu, Zuo knows that you are not a ignorant person, and you will never do such a meaningless thing. I will explain my attitude and opinions to the department. You can rest assured about this."

Hearing these words, Xu Enzeng's eyes ached and he almost cried. He wished he could hit Zuo Zhong on the spot, and the other party's words to the higher-ups as special commissioners were more effective than saying a hundred words to himself.

He stretched out his trembling hands, choked with sobs and said: "Thank you for the commissioner's trust. This is not only related to my innocence, but also to the honor and disgrace of the country. The British must give us an explanation."

"Well, I understand that."

Zuo Zhong shook the other party's hand and said seriously: "My brother is framed like this, I will not sit idly by, Lao Xu, if you need anything, just say it, I will fully support it.

Personnel, weapons, intelligence, whatever the Secret Service has, I can give you. You have to give the British a slap in the face. After all, Shanghai belongs to the Chinese, not to these colonists. "

What he said was from the bottom of his heart, the Secret Service Headquarters and Xu Enzeng could only be bullied by himself.

Xu Enzeng next to him couldn't bear it any longer at this time, and tears overflowed from his eyes. Unexpectedly, never expected, Zuo Zhong knew him best. It's really impermanent.

It is said that people who know you are not friends, but enemies. This is right. When Jinling receives this news, I am afraid that Director Chen will not be so sure that the Secret Service Headquarters is innocent.

It is rare to know each other in life.

Without saying anything, he wiped his tears and patted his chest: "It's all in my heart, it's all in my heart, Mr. Xu will never forget today in his life, but in the future, he has a destiny, and he will not hesitate.

Also, special commissioner, please think of a way quickly. The Secret Service Headquarters can't stand the trouble. If the leader abolishes a place in a fit of anger, everyone's livelihood will be ruined. I don't have the face to see them. "

These few false statements are level.

Just like the real thing.

Zuo Zhong smiled and let go, and patted Lao Xu on the shoulder: "Don't worry, take it step by step, first I have to report to the bureau headquarters, buy a little more time, and then you can think about the next thing.

I just checked, and the British's claims are all conjectures, without any real evidence. The other party's purpose is very simple, which is to make Shangfeng make a decision that is not good for the Secret Service Headquarters and Director Xu.

If you want to reverse this situation, then use public opinion against public opinion, mobilize the power of the public opinion circles in the urban area, and demand that the public concessions disclose evidence or witness testimony, and you will not be the one who is in a hurry. "

This kind of routine seems clever now, but it is commonplace in later generations. If you want to bring rhythm, you will have more influence on the media than anyone else. In this regard, you have an advantage. Most of the concessions are Chinese.

The British control basically foreign-language newspapers, and the number of readers is naturally at a disadvantage. How can one mouth make more noise than ten mouths? As for whether the police station will use administrative power to influence and manipulate public opinion.

That's great.

The colonial government's suppression of conscientious media is another big breaking point. Fortunately, after the incident in the 14th year of the Republic of China, the concession has been restrained a lot, and it will not use force unless it is absolutely necessary.

Otherwise, Xu Enzeng would just admit defeat, maybe he could surrender and lose half of it. In terms of shamelessness, the shit-stirring sticks in Great Britain are experts, much better than the fruit party elites.

"Wonderful, public opinion against public opinion."

Old Xu just nodded and said yes, this method sounds very reliable, the secret service headquarters has a postal inspection department, and has business contacts with newspapers in urban areas, so it is no problem to publish some news.

The problem was what to do with the newspapers in the concession. People had to bow their heads under the eaves, trying to figure out which side those people would stand on to talk. Thinking of this, he raised it frankly.

After hearing this, Zuo Chong chuckled, I was waiting for your question, took out a banknote with his left hand, and a pistol with his right hand, and then slapped the two on the table in front of him.

Pointing to the banknote, he asked, "Well, can it convince people?"

Xu Enzeng blinked: "Yes, but some people don't love money."

He pointed to the pistol again: "This, that can convince people."

Xu Enzeng blushed: "Yes, but some people are not afraid of death."

So Zuo Zhong threw the bill and the pistol together, raised his head and said with a smile: "This plus this, can you convince people, old Xu, specific problems need to be analyzed in detail, we need to be more flexible.

What if the person in charge of a newspaper neither loves money nor fears death, let other newspapers tell the citizens of Shanghai that this is a lackey of foreigners and destroy their credibility. "

"Commander Zuo, wonderful!"

Xu Enzeng suddenly realized that if he loves money, he will give money, and if he is afraid of death threats, he will stigmatize it. With these three methods, at least half of the media can be won, and the problem will be solved.

I didn't lose wrongly before.

He couldn't help raising his thumb, and praised sincerely: "Special commissioner, Mr. Xu is convinced. I'll go back and arrange related matters now. Jinling, please speak kindly to Deputy Director Dai."

"No problem, little things."

Zuo Zhong waved his hand angrily. Without the other party, where would he find such an opponent who loves to take the blame? Besides, without the Secret Service Headquarters, the bald head who has been thinking about balance all day will definitely set up other intelligence agencies.

It is better to keep Xu Enzeng.

After all, the souvenirs haven't been given yet.

　Bai Xiangren ①Shanghai dialect.a vagrant; a hooligan.

　　Transitional chapter, then return to fighting against Japan.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)