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Chapter 600 Event Brewing
At the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, the main patrol room hall.

Xu Enzeng frowned watching the patrols coming and going. He didn't know what was going on. Since the afternoon, the gang of second devils had become extremely busy, and many armed men had been out before.

He knew that Kuang Fu'an, John Kaiwei and others did not welcome his arrival, but he had no choice but to find out the real culprit who killed the three Indian police officers, otherwise his life would be in danger.

"Director, how about I go and see the situation?"

A secret agent asked very intimately in a low voice, after the death of the llama, many people are eyeing the position of the operation captain of the Shanghai station, the senior officer of the first-level station, and the competition is naturally fierce.

Those with a background can influence personnel appointments through upper-level connections, those with money can use banknotes and gold bars to open the way, and those who have no one and no money can only work hard on work and flattering.

"Well, go and see"

Xu Enzeng was very comfortable being photographed. Just as he was about to nod to the other party, he saw Kuang Fuan and a group of Japanese hurried in, followed by a large group of armed men holding documents.

He had already received information about the arrival of the Japanese, and the leader was the super high section chief of the Shanghai Consulate. He was not interested in this, because fighting against Japan was not the scope of work of the Secret Service Headquarters.

What interests him is where the patrol room and the super high section chief just went, where did the documents come from, and whether they have anything to do with Ikuta Takaki's case. These questions must be clarified.

After thinking it over, Xu Enzeng rubbed his chubby face, trying to make his expression look a little more friendly, then got up to meet him, and burst into laughter when he was still a few meters away from the opponent.

"Haha, hello Inspector Kwong."

"It's Director Xu."

Kwong Fuan was startled by the sudden voice, and almost pulled out his pistol, but when he found out that it was Xu Enzeng, he suppressed his discomfort and asked, "What's the matter, the case of being arrested and killed is still under investigation.

Director Xu, please wait patiently for a while. I will inform you as soon as there is any progress. Come on, hurry up and pour a few cups of coffee for the brothers in the Guofu. I don’t have any vision. "

He said something indifferent, and immediately a small police officer ran away. Under the mountain of power, flattery is a common feature of human nature, and it is the same for party spies and concession police officers.

"Uh huh."

Xu Enzeng pretended not to understand the meaning of the other party's words, looked at the porter holding the documents, and pretended to be curious: "I don't know where these documents come from, do you need help from Xu's men?
Inspector Kwong, please don't be polite. We are all Chinese. We should help each other when we encounter difficulties. We can't let outsiders see the jokes, let alone help the evildoers and become the traitors that everyone denounces. "

Everyone is a thousand-year-old fox. In terms of yin and yang, except for a little bastard named Zuo, Director Xu has never lost. It is easy to handle such a little detective.

Kuang Fu'an narrowed his eyes, stared at the other party for a few seconds, and suddenly laughed: "Director Xu's words are reasonable, but unfortunately these things are internal documents of the patrol room, so I can only say thank you.

Don't worry, Kuang keeps his word, and will inform you when we have any news. What I can tell you now is that the murderer who killed the three Indian police officers has already found some clues. "

Hase Ryosuke on the side seemed to appreciate the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, but in fact he raised his ears to pay attention to the conversation between the two. The Secret Service is his food and clothing parents, and the Secret Service and the Secret Service Headquarters are enemies.

So in a sense, Secret Service Headquarters is also his enemy. He has to tell Fat Tiger about this. After all, without the other party's care, where did he make so much money?

"That's good, Inspector Kwong, please."

Over there, Xu Enzeng accepted it as soon as he saw it, and stepped aside with a smile. After the police station and the Japanese left, his smile disappeared little by little, and his eyes were full of doubts. The cooperation will not go wrong.

These documents are evidence at first glance. Could it be that they were found from Takaki Ikuta's home and office? This is probably impossible. The Japanese consulate will never hand over confidential documents to the British.

Forget it, let's take a step by step.

After long thinking to no avail, Xu Enzeng sighed and sat down on the chair again, observing every move of the people around him in the corner. Soon it was early morning, and a policeman ran over solemnly.

This person was also holding a piece of paper, which looked like a document, which caught Xu Enzeng's attention. What kind of work needs to be done so late? It's hard to guess without information, but it must be very important.

Thinking of this, he patted the shoulder of a drowsy subordinate, and pointed to the passing figure: "Follow up, see where the other party has gone, and ask about the contents of the document if you have a chance.

Be careful not to be discovered by Kuang Fu'an and the head of the super high class. The two parties must have something to hide from us. Do it well. I am very optimistic about you as the operation leader. Don't let me down. Go ahead. "

"Yes, Director."

After being awakened, the secret agent regained his spirits, shook his head to stay awake, took the police uniform on the back of the chair next to him in his hand, followed him leisurely, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The policeman holding the document didn't pay attention to his back at all. Who would have thought that there would be someone following him in the police room? Besides, the people in Secret Service Headquarters are trash, but they are also professional intelligence personnel.

Using professional intelligence personnel to deal with the patrol was like killing mosquitoes with cannons. A spy followed the other party to the door of an office smoothly, and walked away under the watchful eyes of several guards.

At this moment in the room, the police officer who was being followed handed over the document with both hands, and said respectfully: "Inspector, after identification, the fingerprints on the glass found at the scene are confirmed to belong to Takashi Ikuta.

As for the specific time of the fingerprints you mentioned earlier, there is no way to find out at present, only from observation with the microscope and naked eyes, we have not found any traces of other people touching the glass for the time being.

Glass cups are also very common. Many shops in Shanghai sell them. It is very difficult to find out from the purchase channel. I asked the patrolling brothers to ask, but the hope of this clue may not be great. "

"Very well, you go out first."

Kuang Fu'an rubbed his eyes with a tired face, quickly looked at the fingerprint identification report, and waved his hand to let the other party go away. The uneasiness in his heart faded a little, and the possibility of framing can be ruled out.

When he found the safe house in Ikuta Ryuxi, his first reaction was not to be happy, but to doubt whether all this would be arranged, so he asked the technicians to pay more attention to the physical evidence.

Now there is no trace of other people touching the cup, which is good news for Kuang Fuan, but not for Ikuta Takashi. If there is no new evidence, this guy can only plead guilty obediently.

"Is it fingerprint verification?"

On the sofa in the corner of the office, Hase Ryosuke yawned big: "I have already said that no one will spend so much manpower and material resources on a waste, Inspector Kuang, you are too worried.

Now that it's confirmed, let's report to the higher authorities separately. This is a good thing for you and me. Don't forget, the other detectives are very dissatisfied with you and wish you made mistakes.

Early this morning, they will let the newspapers in the Chinese and foreign concessions expose the case, and then the pressure will be on you. The sooner you close the case, the sooner you will be able to secure the position of detective. "

Kuang Fuan glanced at the other party, nodded after thinking for a moment, the situation is indeed the case, no matter which country the case is located in, and who presides over the investigation, the relevant evidence is enough to close the case.

He picked up the pen and lowered his head to write something, and said: "Okay, then I would like to trouble Mr. Hase and others to sign the closing report. What's your opinion on Ikuta Takaki's disposal.

There is a high probability that Mr. John Kaiwick will choose to handle it in a low-key manner and try it in secret, so that even if the newspaper publicizes the matter, as long as the case has a result, the public opinion circle will not pay too much attention. "

Low-key handling?

Secret trial?

Ryosuke Hase frowned. How can this work? Takashi Ikuta must die. Chinese people often say that if you kill a snake, you will suffer from it. Takaki Ikuta is an aggressive poisonous snake full of fangs.

If he can't be killed at once, with the help of the Matsumoto family, this person may make a comeback. It is definitely not a pleasant thing to be missed by such a dangerous enemy.

He rubbed his chin, looked at Kuang Fuan under the desk lamp, and his heart moved. If he could think of this, the Chinese must also think of it, so the other party would tell John Kaiziwei's plan.

Wanting to understand this, Ryosuke Hase got up and walked to the desk, and discussed with Kuang Fuan in a low voice. A few minutes later, this guy walked out of the office with a smile on his face and rushed back to the Japanese consulate.

Takashi Ikuta, it's over.

When the two sponsors of the case unanimously decide to do something, the prisoner will not die or die, not to mention there are Ishigu Shetaro and Iwai behind him, Zuo Zhong and the Secret Service are contributing to the flames.

Under the careful arrangement of various forces, the newspaper edited the content overnight. After dawn, there was only one front page headline in the newspapers bought by Shanghai residents. The title was very eye-catching and terrifying.

"What the Japanese Are Doing"

The simple seven words caused huge repercussions. Everyone in the streets, government offices, trams, and commercial shops was discussing the fact that the Japanese paid attention to the body of the King of England.

And it wasn't just Shanghai that exploded, the news spread quickly along the telegram to all parts of the world. In an office building in Jinling, Dai Chunfeng immediately left for Qilu after reading the report in front of him.

Lao Dai looked at his watch in the car and breathed a sigh of relief. The bald head and his wife would take a walk in the garden at this time of day every day, and he would rush there without affecting the leader's work and rest.

He had to be careful. The bald head was in the southwest to supervise the battle a few days ago, and he just came back to recuperate his body a few days ago. If he disturbed the other party, he would definitely be scolded. This is not good for being a spy.

Compared with government officials and military generals, spies have great power but come from their superiors. While they have a close relationship, they also have to directly face the emotions of the superiors, which is difficult for eagle dogs to do.

(End of this chapter)