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Chapter 810 Don't worry about me doing things
"Central News Agency, December 12th, the Japanese Central China Front Army began to attack the first-line defensive positions outside Jinling yesterday, and continued to attack the urban areas after breaking through the positions today.

All the artillery firepower concentrated by the Japanese army tried to destroy and seize the city wall, but was stopped by my heroic soldiers.

The commander-in-chief of the Jinling City Defense Tang ignored it, and demanded that all troops should try their best to hold on with the determination to live and die with the position, never abandon an inch of land lightly, and vowed to support each other with flesh and blood.

In addition, in order to protect the vitality of the country and the foundation of the nation, the committee member will inspect Jiangcheng in the near future and establish the Jiangcheng Command Headquarters of the National Government to command the national navy, air force and command the whole people, and take full responsibility for national defense. "

The weak voice of the broadcast sounded in the large office of the patrol house in the public concession. The police officers present had different reactions, some were expressionless, some were indifferent, and some were beaming with joy.

"Long live the Great Japanese Empire!"

"The black card is half a year old!"

A Japanese police officer suddenly stood up and raised his arms and shouted, his ugly face was full of fanaticism.

After fighting in Shanghai for so long, the so-called three-month demise of China has become a moon in the water, a flower in the mirror, and the confidence of the Japanese people has begun to shake. Among them, the Japanese working in the concession are most worried.

If Japan fails in the Sino-Japanese war, the concession is likely to get rid of them. As for the reason, there is no need for a reason.

The winner takes all and the loser gets nothing applies everywhere.

Now hearing that the Japanese army has broken through the outer positions of Jinling, the capital of the Chinese people is just around the corner, and someone fled in a panic, how can we not let them be ecstatic.

But this kind of provocative behavior caused dissatisfaction among most of the Chinese police officers. One of them slammed the file in his hand to the ground and cursed loudly.

"Book that!"

After yelling, he rushed to the other party and raised his hand to beat him. The room exploded immediately. New and old grievances were added to the country's and family's hatred.

In the inspector's office, Kuang Fu'an stood by the window and opened the blinds a crack, looking at the movement outside coldly. After a long time, he let go and turned back to his desk to sit down.

Lighting a cigar, he recalled the new mission assigned to him by the boatman last night—to find a way to obtain information on all the Japanese police officers in the International Settlement.

This matter is not difficult for a detective, reading and accessing the personnel files of the patrol room is already within his purview.

The question is why the organization is looking for Japanese police officers and what is the purpose. The boatman just asked him to investigate secretly, and did not explain the rest.

Do you want to get rid of the other party?

Or instigate rebellion?

In the absence of certainty, he needed a reasonable reason to access the files, otherwise, if something happened to the Japanese patrol, it would easily arouse the suspicion of the concession and John Kaiser, especially the latter.

On the surface, this person is in charge of the police department, but in fact he is the head of MI[-] in Shanghai. He has a suspicious personality and has tested himself several times. If he is not careful, he will be exposed.

The safest way is to create an opportunity for John Kaiziwei to hand over the file to him on his own initiative, so that it will be safe.

Kuang Fu'an glanced at his watch, took a puff on his cigar, and swirled the smoke in his mouth, when there was a knock on the door.

"Dengdeng~"

A foreign inspector opened the door and came in and shouted in a hurry: "Kuang, please take a quick look, there may be accidents if you continue to fight, someone has already taken out the weapon.

If there is a shooting in the patrol room, we will all be responsible for it. Damn, these Japanese shorties are crazy, they shouldn't be on the patrol. "

These foreigners didn't want to get involved in the conflict between the Chinese and the Japanese, and even watched the fun from the sidelines. They didn't realize that something was wrong until they realized that things were at risk of getting out of control.

Once the gun goes off, the bullet doesn't care whether their skin is white or yellow, everyone's life will be in danger. They came to Shanghai to make money, not to fight for their lives. They must prevent the situation from developing further.

Here comes the opportunity~
Kuang Fuan squinted his eyes, put down the half-smoked cigar, got up and straightened his shirt, took out a .38 Colt pistol from the holster under his arm, and walked out quickly.

At this time, the outside has long been a mess. The Chinese pinched the Japanese neck and rolled on the ground. The Japanese opened his mouth and bit the Chinese ear and jumped off the desk.

Seeing the farce in front of him, Kuang Fu'an's complexion slowly turned livid, he pulled the slide to load neatly, raised the gun in his hand, aimed it at the ceiling and pulled the trigger.

"Boom~buzz~"

The sound of gunfire passed back and forth in the small room, completely covering the noise of the fighting.

The people present were all experienced old patrols. The moment the gunshot sounded, they immediately let go of their opponents, quickly hid behind the bunker, pulled out their guns and shook them left and right, trying to find the shooter.

"Attention!"

Kuang Fu'an withdrew his pistol, stood in an open space and yelled a command in English, then looked murderously at both sides of the trouble.

Frightened by him, the policemen involved in the fight gradually calmed down, looking at the messy office and secretly regretting it.

The patrol room is a disciplined force, and gathering a crowd to make trouble is a serious violation of discipline. If it is not done well, everyone will be transferred or locked up.

Thinking of this, everyone with bruised noses and swollen faces looked at me and I looked at you, whether they wanted to or not, they all stood up slowly.

Kuang Fu'an and the first Chinese police officer looked at each other. The other party blinked and then slowly retreated to the back of the crowd.

He withdrew his eyes, walked around the office with his hands behind his back, finally kicked away a document and stopped, and beat everyone in a deep voice.

"Gentlemen, we are employed by the Bureau of the Ministry of Industry to maintain law and order, no matter where you are from before, don't bring conflicts to work.

In the concession, in the patrol room, you can only obey the orders of the British Empire. If anyone dares to break this rule, I will target him. "

Then, he came to the Japanese policeman who was the first to shout the slogan, looked at the opponent's eyes with sharp eyes, and said every word.

"What were you shouting just now, Long Live the Great Japanese Empire? If I remember correctly, you have become a British citizen. Can I understand that you are going to betray the Empire?

If this is the case, please hand over your documents and guns and go to Hongkou, where you will have the opportunity to be loyal to the locust. The British Empire will never accept a traitor. "

Being reprimanded by a Chinese, the Japanese policeman looked dissatisfied and held his neck up to refute, but was forced by Kuang Fu'an's momentum, hesitated for a while and did not dare to speak, and simply turned his face and ignored the other party.

Seeing the devil's reaction, Kuang Fu'an's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he put his hand on the gun at his waist, and the atmosphere at the scene became dignified.

The crowd automatically divided into two factions. The Chinese police officers naturally helped their own people. One by one stood behind Kuang Fuan. The Japanese also gathered together. The two sides seemed to draw their guns and shoot each other if they disagreed.

"Kuang, that's very good."

During the confrontation, John Kaiwei stepped down from the stairs on the side, his cold eyes swept over the patrol, everyone lowered their heads, and the tension disappeared.

Seeing that the situation was under control, he walked to the culprit step by step, raised his hand and poked the person's chest vigorously, saying viciously.

"Please get out of my patrol room, immediately, since you want to be Japanese, I will notify the Ministry of Industry to deprive you of your nationality.

Don't let me see you again in the jurisdiction of the International Settlement, otherwise there will be one more corpse in the Huangpu River, understand? "

The International Settlement has always been vigilant against Japanese infiltration, which can be seen from the fact that there is no Japanese detective in the patrol room.

Now that the Japanese army has occupied the Chinese territory, it is a time of arrogance, and it is also in the interest of the public concession to suppress Japanese patrols.

After reprimanding the Japanese police officers, they sent someone to escort them out of the police room. John Kaiwei ordered the dismissal, and then took Kuang Fuan to his office.

He knocked his feet on the table, crossed his hands on his stomach, raised his eyes after thinking for a few minutes and asked, "Kuang, the Japanese are getting more and more arrogant, how do you think this matter should be dealt with?"

Should all the Japanese be removed from the police station? There are many Chinese who have lost their jobs in the concession. They can perform their duties of maintaining law and order very well. What do you think? "

After finishing speaking, his blue eyes stared at Kuang Fuan closely, wanting to see if the other party was really so loyal to himself and the empire.

"Your Excellency, I don't think it is appropriate."

Kuang Fuan was not fooled, and shook his head directly: "Maintaining a balance and not letting one side dominate can ensure the empire's control over this land.

You just dismissed one person, which is enough to let the other Japanese patrols understand the position of the concession, and there is no need to make a big fuss.

In addition, today's rioting patrols, whether they are Chinese or Japanese, must be punished as necessary and recorded in the file.

Discipline is the soul of any violent institution. Without discipline, order will get out of control, which is very dangerous. "

"Good."

John Kaiwei clapped his hands with a very satisfied expression: "I will leave it to you to punish, well, I allow you to take care of the Chinese police, otherwise those boys will complain about you.

There is a Chinese saying that a hero needs the help of three ordinary people. If you lose the trust of the low-level staff, it will be difficult for your work to go smoothly. Go ahead and finish it as soon as possible. "

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Kuang Fu'an saluted and exited the office politely, but instead of going to the archives room immediately, he returned to the office to process the official documents.

When it was time to get off work, I saw John Kaiziwei leave the patrol room with my own eyes, and waited for a while before he wobbled to the door of the archives room.

A white man in the file room was sorting out documents and purses. He seemed to be preparing to go home from get off work. When he saw Kuang Fuan, he put down the items in his hand and asked with a frown.

"Kuang, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Kaiwei asked me to handle today's troublesome patrol and record it." Kuang Fu'an shrugged his shoulders and explained the reason for his visit.

The white man cursed secretly: "fuc~k, can't you come earlier, please come back tomorrow, I have an important date."

"Sorry, this is a direct order from Mr. Kaiziwei, and I must complete it today."

Kuang Fu'an spread his hands helplessly, with an innocent face, and softly proposed a solution before the other party got angry.

"Why don't you give me the key and return it to you tomorrow morning, so that neither my work nor your appointment will be delayed."

The white man hesitated for a moment, but he thought that there were no confidential documents in the file room, only some daily official documents and personnel files, and Kuang Fuan was fully qualified to consult them.

So he nodded, reached out and handed over a bunch of keys, and said nonchalantly: "Don't lose it, then we both will be in trouble."

"Of course, don't worry about my work."

Kuang Fuan patted his chest to reassure, the heavy camera was dangling slightly in his pocket.

(End of this chapter)