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Chapter 789 Self-defeating
On the night of August 8th, crowds gathered outside the Shanghai Garrison Headquarters. Dozens of reporters and hundreds of citizens blocked the doorway, asking loudly what happened to the gunshots at Hongkou Airport.

Now Shanghai is like firewood doused with gasoline, a spark will burn this eastern Paris to ashes, this is something that all the people who live in it don't want to see, even the Japanese expatriates.

In fact, these people are the most nervous people at present. Some Japanese businessmen who have made a fortune living in China even volunteered to donate money to the Guojun, which proves that capitalists are stateless.

The reason is very simple. In China, they can live a life of superiors if they have money. If Japan occupies Shanghai, the nobility, military leaders, and royal family cannot be paid off with money.

No one understands the virtues of compatriots better than them. Burning, killing, and looting are commonplace. It’s okay to shout about the sky and black card for half a year, but it is related to the property and life.

Faced with the crowd, especially the foreign journalists, the guards of the Garrison Headquarters couldn't beat or scold them, so they had to form a human wall to block the door, and quickly sent someone to notify their immediate superiors.

"Bang~!"

A few minutes later, a middle-aged man with a decent face stood under the headquarters building, pointed his gun at the sky and pulled the trigger. The sudden sound of gunfire startled everyone, and the scene finally became quiet.

"Everyone, you should all know who I am."

The man who fired the shot glanced around for a week, with a dignified expression on his face. This man was the commander of the Shanghai Garrison. Many people had seen this flamboyant local military chief, and he shouted loudly with his hands on his hips.

"Your Majesty hereby solemnly announce that at about [-]:[-] p.m. today, two Japanese soldiers forced their way into Hongkou Airport with unruly intentions and blatantly shot and killed a guard. We had no choice but to return fire and killed two people on the spot.

Two days later, we will show the evidence to all friends who are concerned about this matter at the Shanghai Listed Government, and invite the foreign settlements to witness it together. I must say that this behavior of the Japanese deliberately provoking disputes is extremely irresponsible.

Here I hope that the media can ask the Japanese on behalf of the citizens what they want to do with such a frenzied move, and whether they are satisfied with destroying the bustling Shanghai into ruins. "

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left. The people present were dumbfounded. After all, something happened. A shooting case in which three people died may be the beginning of the Sino-Japanese War.

"Boom~"

After being stunned for a long time, the crowd suddenly exploded. Some ran away. These were smart people who were planning to leave Shanghai today. Some were desperately trying to squeeze through the gate.

With the spread of people with good intentions, the news quickly spread throughout Shanghai. The operatives of the Secret Service learned about the situation and immediately reported it to Jinling through He Yijun.

Since it was related to the war situation, the duty officer of the telecommunications department bit the bullet and went to the dormitory at C-district. Zuo Chong, who was already asleep, heard the knock on the door, and opened the door vigilantly with a pistol in his pajamas.

After reading the telegram, his complexion became extremely ugly. This was not acting hastily, but stupidity, and self-defeating. That Commander Yang really took the concession police and the Japanese for idiots.

There is no problem in finding someone to take the blame, but please be careful, please. Modern forensic technology is changing with each passing day.

Before he had time to think about it, he immediately went to Dai Chunfeng's residence to report the bad news. When Old Dai heard Commander Yang's coquettish operation, he smashed the table in a fit of rage.

The Japanese side forcibly broke into the airport. This was a matter of their own, but when the other party did it, the reason became unreasonable. Once the public knows the truth, they can imagine how much trouble it will cause.

The master and apprentice discussed for a while, then Zuo Zhong took Gui Youguang and drove to Shanghai overnight. At this point, they must take decisive measures to prevent the situation from deteriorating further.

Otherwise, when the national government leaks its secrets in front of the whole world, the Secret Service in charge of intelligence work will easily become a scapegoat. Don't underestimate the ability of party-state elites to turn black and white.

August 8 at noon.

The travel-stained Zuo Zhong returned to Yunkelai Hotel, immediately recalled Song Minghao, Wu Jingzhong, Wu Chunyang and others who were collecting information, and introduced the whole story.

Several well-informed old intelligence agents stared at each other dumbfounded, and couldn't help wondering how Commander Yang got into this position today, even a three-year-old child would not be able to make such a naive decision.

"Deputy director, do you want to silence the specific person in charge? Without witnesses, the Japanese have no conclusive evidence, and the matter will definitely end." Gui Youguang patted his bald head and said carelessly.

The rest of the people nodded slightly. Killing people to silence them is a good way. If you can't solve the problem, just solve the person who caused the problem. This is the usual method in the intelligence industry.

Simple and rude,
But it works.

Song Minghao, as the deputy chief of the intelligence department and the chief of the military intelligence department, as well as a former arms smuggling tycoon, has a lot of connections in the army, and he has already figured out the situation of the people who transported the corpse yesterday.

He promised with a strong oath: "Leave this matter to me, and I promise to be clean. These people are from the gangsters, and they did a lot of immoral things back then. Killing them is considered to be an end to the people.

Find a place where there is no one to kill it and throw it into the river. It will not be long before it will float into the sea. The Japanese have great skills and can't find it. If you burn the corpse again, this matter will be over. "

Wu Jingzhong, who had listened to it for a long time, also chimed in: "For the benefit of the party and the country, it is very cost-effective to sacrifice a scum who deserves to die. At worst, we will subsidize more pensions later, and treat them as dead in battle."

"Never do that."

Wu Chunyang looked around and raised his hands, and put forward different opinions: "Those officers are only following orders. If the news of silence is spread, the morale of the army will definitely be unstable, and it may even lead to a mutiny."

At present, the Japanese army in Shanghai is aggressive, and a full-scale war may start in the next second. The Japanese intelligence agency may be waiting for us to do this, so as to damage the morale of the national army.

And don't you find it strange that such a good excuse to start a war, why the Japanese didn't make a sound after the incident happened for nearly a dozen hours, I think there must be something wrong, and we can't act rashly. "

Yes,

Why are the Japanese silent?

The spies stopped talking, and all frowned. It was really weird to say this, so they turned to look at the deputy director who was lying on the chair with his eyes closed and rested, wanting to hear his opinion.

Zuo Zhong seemed to have noticed something, opened his eyes wearily, and said in a hoarse voice: "Chunyang is right, we do intelligence, we need to think broadly, and we can't just limit ourselves to the case itself.

If the situation in Shanghai is compared to a set of dominoes, what the government thinks is to try not to let the first one fall, but the Japanese are just the opposite. What they think about is how to push the first domino.

To be more specific, how much effort should be used and what angle should be used, because Shanghai is not the Northeast and Beiping, but the key to the interests of Western powers.

Don't forget the old events of [-]. At that time, the Japanese chose to withdraw their troops under external pressure. They never wanted to repeat the same mistakes. The best way is to shift the responsibility for the war to the national government.

Lose a few more soldiers, this kind of trick is obviously not good, so is there any way to win the sympathy of the outside world, and make the Western powers have nothing to say, naturally dead people.

After confirming this point, we will go back and analyze this matter to see if it is clearer. This is a bitter trick made by the Japanese. If I guess correctly, they already have evidence.

It may be photos or recordings, or it may be witnesses. In short, it can expose the lies of the police headquarters. Let me test you. When do you think the Japanese will announce it? "

"Number 11!"

"tomorrow!"

Everyone shouted in unison, as the saying goes, you have to hit someone in the face, and Commander Yang announced that he would show the evidence on the 11th, with the presence of the concession personnel, and it was the best opportunity for everyone to watch.

"Yes, it's tomorrow. Our opponent this time is not easy. Unlike ordinary little devils, this person is likely to be a rare strategic intelligence expert, but that's what makes it interesting."

Zuo Zhong talked about the laziness of this change, and got up abruptly: "Order, all personnel should secretly assemble to the Shanghai listed government to find out the Japanese intelligence personnel lurking nearby and follow them.

I want to know how many people they have, where they live, what weapons they are equipped with, which organization they belong to, who is the main person in charge, and keep secret when they act, so as not to let the other party see the problem. "

"What if you can't find it?"

Wu Chunyang hesitated for a while, and asked the most concerned question for everyone. Now there are less than 11 hours before the 12th, and it is very difficult to find Japanese spies in such a short period of time.

Let's not talk about whether there are Japanese intelligence personnel around the city hall, even if there are, the other party will not be like the trash in Secret Service Headquarters, standing there stupidly waiting to be discovered by them.

"will not."

Zuo Zhong shook his head lightly: "The Japanese kept silent, not only to pretend to be pitiful, but also to give us time to act, Chunyang, you were right earlier, they are waiting for us to make a move, so that they can catch them all in one go.

The other party has been defeated so many times, and they are very aware of our strength and destructive power. At this moment that determines the life and death of the two countries, if we don't remove the thorn in the side and the thorn in the flesh of the Secret Service, I am afraid that some people will not even be able to sleep soundly.

I would like to remind you that there are many ways to find someone, and active exposure is sometimes a strategy. I won’t go into details on how to do it. It’s up to you to decide. After working together for so many years, I am assured of you. "

Song Minghao and the others instantly understood what he meant. It was nothing more than selling a loophole to the Japanese, and a praying mantis catching cicadas and orioles followed. As for whether it would be dangerous, that was not something they should consider.

Everyone stood at attention and saluted, ready to go back to organize the manpower, but Gui Youguang asked what to do after we found it, Zuo Zhong turned around, looked this guy up and down, and asked in a puzzled tone.

"What's the matter with you kid, did you forget to bring your brain back when you went back to Jinling? Do you still need me to teach you this kind of thing? Why keep it if the enemy doesn't kill it? Of course it's to teach them a lesson.

As the saying goes, if you come and don't reciprocate, people will put their guns to their foreheads. If you don't say hello, people will think that our secret service is fake, and that someone on my left is easy to bully.

I will leave this matter to you. Tomorrow the Japanese will definitely transport the evidence or witnesses to the city government to create an excuse for war. I don’t want to see the other party come alive. Do you understand?

Lao Song, you are in charge of the action. The leaders and bureau chiefs are very concerned about the situation in Shanghai. I have to go to the city hall to keep an eye on it. You go to work first, and report to me immediately if there is any situation. "

After arranging the task, Zuo Zhong drove his subordinates out with a wave of his hand. He stood alone with his arms folded and thought for a long time, thinking about something silently until night fell again.

On the other hand, Shanghai-based Secret Service personnel appeared in various identities around the Shanghai-listed government and screened the pedestrians who stayed for a long time. Unfortunately, no suspicious personnel were found.

Seeing this, Song Minghao resolutely shrunk his team, leaving only a few action masters to act as bait, and the others were hidden on the outside to avoid alerting the enemy and being caught if they failed to fish.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, Gui Youguang, who wandered around for a few times, was the first to be spotted. It can't be his fault. A bald man with a strong body and a wicked eyebrow is indeed a bit conspicuous in the crowd.

Following him was a barber, carrying a load of rags and rags, his tracking skills were very amateurish, not like a professional intelligence officer at all, otherwise he would not have been discovered so quickly.

But the disguise was perfect, and the spies tried it out before. This person spoke a standard North Jiangsu accent, behaved according to his identity, and had a good head-shaving technique, so he was ruled out of suspicion.

Song Minghao, who received the news, observed in the hiding place for a while, and then listened to the report, with doubts in his eyes, when did the spy's professional level drop to this point.

He had dealt with the Japanese for several years, and he had never seen such a poor follow-up. Compared with the other party, the people in Secret Service Headquarters were well-trained. Could it be that this person in front of him was not a spy.

Just when he was puzzled, the barber suddenly turned into the alley, and then the peddler who bought matches at the intersection took over and followed Gui Youguang while yelling.

This thing is getting more and more strange. If you say that these people are professional, they don't even do basic cover-ups. If you say they are not professional, they even know segment tracking. The contrast is too big.

Song Minghao squinted his eyes, and ordered the operatives to follow the barber in a low voice to see if anyone was watching him. No matter what kind of god the other party was, they must have something to do with the Japanese.

With the suspicion of the Japanese, they will not fail to take precautions. Since the target cannot be found through the stalker, then change the direction and start with the person who monitors the stalker, and there will always be something discovered.

It didn't take long for the little spy to come back to report. After the other party finished tracking, he went to a gambling house not far away, where he won a lot of money by killing all directions, and there was no one around him to monitor him.

A barber going to gamble?
Still killing the Quartet?

Which Bodhisattva is this who has gone down to give money? Song Minghao has come into contact with many religions and schools, and he knows very well that no one can win money from the gambling house, and those who win money are entrusted.

Many gamblers saw other people winning money and thought they could do it too, but ended up losing their fortunes. Could it be that the target was someone from the gambling shop? His mind moved and he quickly asked the little spy a few questions.

"What is the background of the casino owner?"

"It is said that he is the leader of the Cao Gang surnamed Long."

"What seniority, with whom?"

"The Tongzi generation is following Chang Yuqing, the big-character generation."

"Chang Yuqing"

Song Minghao always felt that the name was a little familiar, he seemed to have heard it somewhere, but he just couldn't remember it, so he ordered his subordinates to continue to follow up, and he called Zuo Zhong with a security phone to report the latest situation.

Zuo Zhong didn't express his opinion after listening. It's not the time to announce the sanction task. He hung up the phone and pondered for a moment before dialing a number. After the call was connected, he politely chatted with the other party.

"Is it the Du mansion? I was introduced by the boss of Jinling Wangbowang."

"Yes, this junior has just arrived in Shanghai, and he should have come to visit him in person, but he is so busy with chores that he doesn't have time. It's really rude."

"Boss Du, you are welcome. I have a headache and I can't handle it. I hope you can help me."

"Okay, here's the situation..."

The so-called Boss Jinling Wang is Dai Chunfeng's pseudonym. It is said that some fortune tellers said that his hit was short of water, and the word "water" should be included in his name. between codes.

Zuo Zhongzhi made this call because he thought it was best to say hello to Boss Du for matters related to the Cao Gang. Firstly, it is a taboo to step over the boundary, and secondly, he did not want to deal too much with gang members. Second, he wanted to try it out. Test whether the other party is willing to cooperate with the country.

And Boss Du's answer on the phone made him very satisfied. As expected of an old Jianghu who has been in Shanghai and Shanghai for so many years, when he heard what he said, he agreed without asking anything. He didn't put on airs at all. People are like spring breeze.

With the help of the other party, many things were easily resolved. He only needed to watch the show tomorrow. Zuo Zhong took out a "Shock News" press card and put it on the table, and turned off the lamp on the table.

Time passes quickly,

Fast forward to April 8st.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Wu Chunyang pulled a rickshaw outside the gate of the Shanghai Special Municipal Government. Zuo Zhong was wearing a top hat and a suit, holding a pen and paper, sitting behind the car with a camera hanging around his neck.

This kind of attire is very common in Shanghai, especially here. The Hongkou Airport case is a hot topic of public opinion. Newspapers, big and small, sent people to block the road. A brick fell and hit ten people, at least eight of them were reporter.

The rickshaw finally found an open space and stopped. Zuo Zhong paid the fare and walked towards the registration office. Wu Chunyang bent down and said thank you for pulling the car, and left without any extra communication.

After Zuo Zhong finished the registration, he was about to follow the crowd into the city hall when several loud horns sounded suddenly, which aroused the anger of the uncrowned kings, who turned their heads and glared, and then quickly turned into smiling faces one by one.

What makes them so humble is a beautiful car, or the license plate of the public concession on the front of the car, and the plainclothes police officers standing on the pedals on both sides of the car. Obviously, they are big figures from the concession who came to witness the truth of the incident at Hongkou Airport.

At this time, a man with a beard in the back row of the car lifted the curtains and reminded the white people in the same whisper: "Mr. Kaiziwei, we are here. There are many reporters outside. Do you need to get out of the car for interviews? Public opinion is very concerned about this matter." thing."

"You can just call me John, Kuang, you are the most powerful detective under my command. You are different from those guys who are patrols in name but are gangsters in fact. I would like to respect you.

As for the interview, forget it, this is a problem between the Chinese and the Japanese, it has nothing to do with the British Empire, oh, maybe it has something to do with it, after all we almost lost an ambassador. "The white man smiled contemptuously.

This person is John Kaiziwei, the intelligence chief of the International Settlement. Unfortunately, he doesn't know that the most powerful detective in his mouth is Kuang Fu'an, the captain of the underground party's Teke Red Team, code-named Chief.

After successfully "cracking" the case of Japanese consulate officials murdering Indian police officers, Kuang Fu'an secured his position as the inspector, and later captured many gangsters, becoming a well-known Chinese detective in Shanghai.

This made John Kaiwei very proud. He felt that he had discovered a talent. Thinking that he would inevitably have to examine the corpse this time, he brought him with him. It is better to leave professional matters to professionals.

"Yes, sir."

There was no fluctuation on Kuang Fu'an's face, and he replied seriously. When the car passed by the door, he glanced at the crowd, and saw a young reporter pressing the shutter on him.

Before the flashing light came on, he turned his face slightly and closed the curtains of the car window. He leaned on the car seat and stared at the city hall building in front of him, not caring about the movement outside the car.

When he found out that the sneak shot was spotted, Zuo Zhong, who had regained his previous life, put down the camera with a slight smile, and continued to walk in, but he stopped suddenly after walking two steps, and his brows slowly frowned.

That person just now...

(End of this chapter)