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Chapter 651 Five Orders
Zuo Zhong walked into the yard, and Gui Youguang stepped forward to salute with a sullen face, pointing to a few people squatting with their heads folded in the open space at the entrance of the office building, and introduced that they were all the night watchmen of the wine store.

When they entered the duty room, this group of people was sleeping soundly, and they were easily controlled. They were definitely not trained professionals, and they were even more amateurish than the gang of waste from the Jinling Police Department.

The funniest thing is that the legal MAS1873 revolvers used by the night watchmen are not even equipped with ammunition.

After listening to the big bald head's complaints, Zuo Zhong shook his head helplessly, glanced at the huge warehouse next to the office building, and walked over. Compared with people, he was more interested in the red wine.

There will be two spies armed with guns standing at the door of the warehouse. Seeing the deputy director come, they hurriedly pushed open the tightly closed door, consciously escorted the chief to enter, and took out the flashlight by the way.

Once inside, Zuo Zhong was stunned.

Inside the gate is a concrete room, connected by three corridors, each room has its own door, a bit like the private warehouses rented out by later generations of the United States, of course, the area here is larger.

What does this mean? Why do we separate the warehouse for the pursuit of operating space, so that we can only rely on manpower to move goods, and even trucks cannot drive in, and the labor cost will be very high.

Seeing that the deputy director didn't move, the little spy on the side thought he was worried about safety, and explained in a low voice that they had checked the rooms carefully after controlling the scene, and found no booby traps inside.

Zuo Chong frowned, and pushed open a door next to him. At this moment, other spies came in. Seeing that the lighting conditions at the scene were not enough, they turned on their flashlights, completely illuminating the dark room.

Among the bunches of lights, what appeared in front of everyone were neatly stacked wooden boxes. Is it just a wine store that needs to store goods like this? Zuo Zhong turned back to ask the copper lock with a trace of doubt.

"Where is that batch of red wine?"

"It's the fifth room from the left."

"What are the other rooms?"

"Also all kinds of wine."

Tong Suo's expression was a little embarrassed, and he felt that he wasted so much manpower and material resources because he lied about the military situation, so he didn't dare to get too close to Zuo Zhong, and only dared to answer from a distance.

As he spoke, he scratched the back of his neck again, and the spies next to him moved quickly. This little guy has been scratching since the beginning of the operation, not to be accidentally infected with fleas.

Zuo Zhong glared at the other party, walked quickly to the fifth room from the left, opened the door and saw dozens of wooden boxes painted with fragile signs, so he picked up the crowbar by the wall and opened one of the boxes.

Bottles and cans of red wine filled with deep red wine came into his eyes, and he couldn't find any problems from the outside. The labels printed all in French looked very high-end, and the price didn't look cheap.

"Crack~"

He took out a bottle and slammed it directly into the wooden box, the slender neck of the bottle shattered, and a strong smell of wine permeated the warehouse.

Zuo Zhong also sniffled. Although he was not a professional, he also felt that this red wine was very similar to the wine stains he found in the warehouse on Yaowan Street, especially the fresh fruity smell inside.

Is this a coincidence? There is no such thing as a coincidence in the world. He thought about putting down the broken wine bottle, took a flashlight and looked carefully in the warehouse, and then found a strange place.

Except for the inexplicable cement room, the warehouse was built so well that it was completely unnecessary. For example, the thickness of the four walls was as high as 30 centimeters, which was already the standard for military buildings①.

Even the small room is made of high-grade cement. This kind of precautionary measure is very suitable for the arsenal, but it is a waste to put it here. After all, no one will use cannons to grab red wine.

Moreover, there are no ventilating windows that are usually found in warehouses, and the lights must be turned on to load and unload goods inside. The French brain circuit is indeed quite strange, but it should not be so strange.

Besides, the electricity bill is free of charge.

No businessman would do that.

Zuo Zhong turned back to the door of the fifth warehouse from the left, folded his arms and thought about the weirdness here, his eyes glanced under the door panel inadvertently, and saw a doorstop made of natural rubber.

Outside the door, Tongsuo tried to stretch his hands to his back and scratched hard, as if in great pain, under the dim light of the flashlight, his expression looked extremely ferocious, and he kept sucking in cold air.

Air tightness?
Physical abnormality?

small room?
A flash of light flashed in Zuo Chong's mind, his face instantly turned pale, a chill rose from the soles of his feet to his head, his body couldn't help shivering slightly, and then he yelled loudly at Gui Youguang who wanted to get closer.

"Block the warehouse, the winery, everyone is waiting for orders in the warehouse."

"People outside are not allowed to leave, let them call for support."

"From now on, there will be martial law within one mile around, and no one will be allowed to enter or leave."

"Disinfect the Honggong Temple immediately, and the personnel will stay there temporarily."

"Let Dr. Ling bring someone here for support, and tell him to take precautions."

Within ten seconds, he issued five orders in a row. Seeing Gui Youguang in a daze, he was so angry that he drew his pistol and slapped it on the wooden box: "Go! Everyone else rests where they are, and no one is allowed to leave the warehouse." .”

The people present didn't know what happened, they looked at each other and sat down obediently. It was the first time they saw Deputy Director Zuo panicked like this. It must be a big incident.

Only Gui Youguang thought of a terrible guess, and ran outside with weak legs. When he saw a spy, he asked the spy to stand still and wait for orders, and walked into the wall to deliver the order.

He yelled three times at the top of his lungs, and he sat down on the dusty ground until he heard the reply from outside. Thinking of the close contact with the copper lock, a wry smile appeared on his face.

This is really troublesome.

At the same time, Zuo Zhong in the warehouse looked at the copper lock with unknown spots on his face, and reminded loudly: "Don't scratch it, hold it back if you want to survive, can't a man bear this bit of suffering?"

"Deputy Director, my body is so itchy. It's really uncomfortable." I usually like to imitate the brass locks of those heroes in the story books. At this time, I clasped the wooden box tightly with both hands, and wailed from my mouth.

After persisting for more than ten seconds, his neck was red with suffocation, and finally he couldn't help stretching his hands to his back. The sound of his nails scraping vigorously against his skin was creepy, and the spies around him changed their expressions.

There are no fools in this line of work, and Tongsuo's performance is not normal at first glance, no wonder the deputy director asked them to stay where they are, maybe they will become like this later, everyone is a little creepy.

On the other side, Zuo Zhong lifted the oilcloth from the wooden box and threw it on the copper lock. With a movement of his feet, he appeared behind the opponent. He hit the back of the neck with a hand knife and quickly knocked him unconscious, temporarily controlling the situation.

There was no way to do it. There was neither medicine nor a doctor in the warehouse. To save Tongsuo's life, he had to resort to this trick, which was better than tearing off the flesh and blood from his back.

Zuo Zhong's expression was very complicated, maybe he shouldn't have pulled the other party into the secret service, then this little guy wouldn't have such a catastrophe, maybe he could live safely until the day of victory.

But who would have guessed that the Japanese would bring bacterial weapons to Jinling City and release them. The Yaowan Street warehouse is a trap for these conscienceless beasts, a terrible death trap.

Fortunately, the airtight rubber bar at the bottom of the door, the abnormal copper lock, and the room for chemical experiments in the Jiaxing underground pharmaceutical factory, all of which reminded him of the water supply unit of the Kwantung Army.

Otherwise, the matter would become very serious. Zuo Chong's palms would not stop sweating when he thought that he and others left the wine shop unknowingly and walked around Jinling spreading unknown bacteria.

Due to the nature of their work, they have to come into contact with many people every day, especially him. The top layer can get in touch with Bald Head and Dai Chunfeng, and the bottom layer can get in touch with ordinary people.

Once a large-scale transmission is formed, with the level of treatment and medicine in this era, most infected people can only resign themselves to their fate. As for treatment, it is a term exclusive to the big shots.

The Kwantung Army's anti-epidemic water supply unit, a demonic unit specializing in the study of deadly bacteria such as plague, typhoid, cholera, and tuberculosis, finally extended its clutches to Jinling and the Nationalist Government.

At this time, a stern siren sounded outside, and the support personnel finally arrived. Zuo Zhong was slightly relieved, as long as the transmission was limited to a certain range, the situation should not be too bad.

As for whether he is dead or alive, it depends on Ling Sanping's medical skills. Even if he died unfortunately, returning to this era from the 21st year of the Republic of China, killing so many Japanese and traitors is already enough.

He sat down on the box with a calm face, looked at his subordinates and said in a deep voice: "I will not hide the matter from everyone, there may be Japanese bacterial weapons in this warehouse, and the fatality rate is very high.

But don't worry, I, Zuo Zhong, am here to accompany you, and the office will do everything possible to help everyone, provided that you obey the management and never infect our family members with bacteria. "

"Yes."

The spies had different thoughts after hearing this, and they replied sparsely, without the firmness of the past in their words.

If it weren't for the strict military law of the Secret Service and Zuo Zhong's prestige, these professional intelligence personnel who are proficient in escape and concealment would never stay here obediently, who would be willing to wait for death.

After steadying the crowd, Zuo Zhong turned his head to stare at the gate, he heard a series of footsteps, and was guessing who was coming, when the gate was pulled open, and someone walked in against the light of the morning sun.

"Zuo Chong, are you okay?"

This person was wearing a protective suit made of oilcloth, rubber shoes and gloves, and a gas mask on his head. The voice from inside was somewhat distorted, but he could be heard to be Ling Sanping.

Unexpectedly, this kid came so fast, Zuo Zhong was happy and led him to the unconscious Tongsuo, and briefly introduced the situation, especially explaining that the initial symptoms were itching on the head and back.

This can help Ling Sanping quickly determine the type of pathogenic bacteria. At this time, regret, panic, and impatience are useless. He must cooperate with the doctor for treatment and provide everything he knows.

　①I didn’t find the data of the barracks of the Republic of China, but I found that the thickness of the walls of the bunkers of the Japanese army was 72cm. A compromise, 30cm is reasonable, right?Unreasonable to change.

　　
　
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