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Chapter 643 Yaowan Street

"Woo~woo~woo~"

The shrill siren sounded across the quiet night sky of Jinling. Cars rushed out of the gate of Honggong Temple and drove into the dark street. At the intersection, they split into two roads and headed in different directions.

Zuo Zhong personally led more than a dozen spies to search the warehouse on Yaowan Street, while Gu Qi took over the archives of the Central Hospital.

"click ~ click"

The spies who went to the warehouse pulled the slides and bolts in the car one after another. God knows if there will be a firefight later. The warehouse can be a temptation or a trap. In short, there is nothing wrong with being careful.

Zuo Zhong also holds the PPK in his hand. The cool body of the gun gives people a sense of security. On the battlefield, bullets will not bypass you just because of your high official position. Only weapons can protect your safety.

After half an hour.

With a hiccup, the car rolled over the dug-out threshold of the Zhonghua Gate, quickly passed the Changqian Bridge, turned west and entered Yaowan Street, and slowly stopped on the side of the empty road to keep starting.

Under the glare of the headlights, the two little spies got out of the car and walked around first to confirm that there was no ambush around them. They raised their hands and made a gesture. The others got out of the car and closed the door forcefully after receiving the signal.

"Top~"

"Top~"

After the clear sound of closing the door, several tall and strong men protected Zuo Zhong and moved towards A No. 7. Some residents secretly looked outside when they heard the sound, and retreated silently after seeing this scene.

The people in Jinling City all know that they are all in black Chinese tunic suits, and they are haunted at night, and there is no one else except spies.

Zuo Zhong and the others walked tens of meters, stopped outside a courtyard surrounded by red bricks, and quickly went to the gatehouse to smash the door. The bang bang bang made the wild dogs nearby bark.

The janitor in the house opened the door nervously when he heard the voice, but before he could inquire, someone put a gun to his forehead and snatched the key. The courtyard door opened immediately, and the spies rushed in.

"Look, stay vigilant."

Zuo Zhong said something to the men controlling the janitor, then turned his head and stepped into the yard. The first thing he saw was a large open space, two sides were L-shaped warehouses, and one side was a small trestle bridge.

It can not only park the car, but also transfer water transportation. This kind of warehouse is very popular in Jinling. The price of renting it is probably not too cheap. The other party is willing to leave this place vacant.

Walking around in the open space, he kicked the soil on the side of the courtyard wall and in the center of the open space respectively, and found that the latter was compacted very hard, indicating that there was a large amount of transportation here, and the vehicles were fully loaded.

What was in the warehouse before?
What use is there to a murderer?
Two questions popped up in Zuo Zhong's mind. After pondering for a while, he walked into an iron door. The electric light inside had been turned on by a small spy, and a dim yellow light shot out from the light bulb above his head to illuminate the warehouse.

There were some empty wooden boxes on the smooth concrete floor, and there were no other items. The scene was cleaned very cleanly. Zuo Zhong bent down and wiped the floor with his hands. After checking it, his face was solemn.

Gucci told him before that Su Zifu's office and residence were dealt with by professional mopping up personnel, and here too, all valuable evidence was destroyed, and the work was done very well.

Clearing traces is the most overlooked part of intelligence operations, but it is important. Sometimes a newspaper, a footprint, or a hair can allow the enemy to lock your identity.

There are many specific methods, such as cleaning it spotlessly like this, or using other people to enter the scene to confuse the view, and the rough ones can be set on fire, water bubbles or blasting.

This side confirms one thing, the local snakes of the Caobang are very smart and did not alert the other party, because the former is only suitable for use when there is plenty of time, not for emergency evacuation.

In addition, with such care, the other party may still expect to use this place again. After all, the geographical location of this place is quite superior, and even the entire Jinling City cannot find a better place than this.

To the north is Jinling City.

Go south into the wilderness.

Going westward, the moat leads directly to the Yangtze River.

To the east, if the water network is densely covered, you can go to Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum.

Anyway, if Zuo Zhong was lurking behind the enemy, he would definitely not easily give up this kind of stronghold that could be advanced, retreated, attacked or defended. Destroying this place would at least cut off one of the murderer's escape routes.

This is just the beginning, and when a clue is found, the Secret Service will deal with it with the strictest attitude, step by step oppressing the murderer's room for movement, and slowly suffocating him.

Zuo Zhong thought of a lot for a moment, and then walked towards the wooden box. It happened that a few spies had just checked whether there was any explosives inside. When they saw him coming, they quickly moved away from the observation position and stood aside to guard.

Putting on his gloves and squatting down, he knocked on the wood and fell into thought. In this era, only fragile and moisture-resistant commodities need to be stored in wooden boxes, such as medicines and glass products.

Then what is stored here? Should I ask the old man at the door? He has been looking at the door for so long, so he should know something about the warehouse, but don’t forget the cunning and cruelty of the murderer.

If the gatekeepers really knew something, what they saw now would not be a living person. For a murderer who has killed a dozen people, killing an old man is no more difficult than killing a chicken.

With a cautious attitude, Zuo Zhong still called the gatekeeper, but the result was exactly as he thought. The other party had seen Su Zifu's photo and said that this was his boss, and he didn't know anything else.

"Sir, at my age, I can earn 15 yuan a month. It is already a blessing I have cultivated in several lifetimes. How can I care about my boss's affairs? I really don't know what his last name is."

When the old man heard Zuo Zhong asking about the owner's name and the warehouse situation, he said with a wry smile: "On the first day I came, the owner told me not to enter the warehouse, not to smoke or drink, and not to peek at the loading and unloading.

Every ten days and half a month, two or three large trucks without a license will come to load and unload the goods. Those tires are all flat, and there are many heavy things loaded on the trucks. It takes a long time to load and unload each time.

Moreover, despite his gentle appearance, he is actually very fierce. There were two gatekeepers here at the beginning, and the other one just glanced into the truck, and disappeared the next day without even picking up his luggage. "

When Su Zifu was mentioned, his eyes were full of fear. He obviously had some bad memories. The person who disappeared for no reason may have become a floating corpse in the Yangtze River.

Zuo Zhong waved his hand to ask the other party to be taken out. This situation was expected and fit the characteristics of a murderer. He was about to leave here and go back to the Secret Service when suddenly a gust of wind blew past him.

The fishy smell of the moat water.

The scent of flowers and plants in the yard.

The fragrance of the earth.

Various flavors collided with each other under the impetus of the wind, and an originally faint scent became more and more obvious. Zuo Zhong stopped decisively and sniffed vigorously. It was strange, where did the smell of wine come from.

The gatekeeper said that Su Zifu did not allow them to drink alcohol. Seeing the fear of the other party, he must not have the guts to hide alcohol secretly. Could it be that the transferred goods included alcohol besides digitalis?

He immediately turned around, followed the smell, and finally stood next to a wooden box with a puzzled expression. He had never heard of wood smelling like wine in his previous life. Could it be that this is some new species.

After observing carefully for a while, Zuo Zhong squinted his eyes, took out a flashlight from his pocket and shone it on the bottom of the box. He saw that the light brown wooden block seemed to be stained with light red. Could this be blood.

That's not right, the aroma clearly comes from these things, he hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, wiped the light red trace with his finger, and then put it under his nose to smell gently.

(I originally wrote it and put it in my mouth)
a bit sweet.

A little bitter.

It also seems to be a little fruity.

Red wine, Zuo Zhong suddenly realized, this is red wine, maybe the red wine in the box was broken, so the wine was stained on the wooden board, and escaped the traces of cleaning by professional mopping up personnel.

The question was how could the other party leave such a big loophole for them. He thought about it, and felt that it might be due to Su Zifu's strict management methods, which caused the porter who broke the wine bottle to dare not report it.

Or the wine bottle is not completely broken, but a little wine has leaked. The Republic of China highway is not a high speed.

As for whether the murderer intentionally disturbed the investigator's line of sight, it was unlikely. Even if he really wanted to do so, it would be better to leave a wine bottle instead of leaving a wine stain that is not easy to be found.

Zuo Chong rubbed his fingers and figured out one thing, no wonder Su Zifu didn't allow the janitor to drink, or said he didn't find a janitor who had the habit of drinking because he was afraid that the other party would guard himself.

Got your fox tail,
Bastard!
His eyes flickered, and he thought of more things. First of all, the hardened soil at the warehouse door and the janitor's narration proved that there was a lot of goods in this place.

Even if only part of it is red wine, it is a very large number. Who or where consumes so much red wine, hotels?restaurant?A foreign firm that operates wholesale alcohol?

These are all possible, and it is easy to find out. The red wine market in Jinling is very small, and they can find out how many bottles of red wine someone uses with a little inquiry, and they will be able to pinpoint the murderer in no time.

Zuo Chong pointed at the wooden box with a smile, and said to the little spy: "Take this apart and hide it in your clothes and take it back. Leave a few people here to guard here, and no one is allowed to come in."

He didn't forget that there were surveillance personnel around the murderer. If the other party saw them holding the wooden box, they would probably startle the enemy. If someone ran away, no one could bear the responsibility.

"Yes, Deputy Director."

Several spies acted immediately according to the order, separated the parts of the wooden box, checked each other's bodies again, walked out of the warehouse with a natural expression, and drove the car back to the Honggong Temple.

At this time, the sky was getting brighter, and there were gradually more pedestrians on the road. One of them, a bearded man in a long robe, walked hurriedly, heading straight for Jinling City from an alley south of Yaowan Street.

An hour later, he got off a rickshaw, looked at the Secret Service not far away, raised his lips, stepped into a grocery store, picked up the phone, and said something in Jinling's local dialect.

"Boss Sha's goods have been taken away, there is no problem, yes, money and goods are cleared."

　Happy Labor Day everyone, I will continue to work overtime

　　
　
(End of this chapter)