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Chapter 882

As night fell, several cars pulled up their sirens and roared through the streets of Jiangcheng, and finally stopped slowly in front of a crowd.

The driver desperately pressed the horn to disperse the onlookers, and the vehicle forcefully squeezed through a small road to the side of the frame that was emitting green smoke.

The car door opened, Zuo Zhong jumped out of the car accompanied by Gu Qi and Wu Chunyang, Gu Qi took out a certificate and showed it to the police officer in charge of the scene.

"The Ministry of the Interior, what's the situation, how many people died?"

Hearing that the person who came was the superior of the superior of the Jiangcheng Police Station, the police officer immediately trotted over and stopped, raised his hand and saluted a standard military salute.

"I have seen you officers, a car suddenly exploded while driving, killing a total of 3 people, whose identities are temporarily unknown.

However, we detained a suspicious person nearby. The other party had a weapon and two gold bars on him. According to him, he was a member of Secret Service Headquarters.

In addition, Director Xu from the Secret Service Headquarters also came to the scene after the incident, and is now waiting for the investigation results with the suspicious personnel in that car. "

The policeman glanced at a black car on the corner of the street, and quickly gave a brief introduction of the situation, his face full of nervousness.

This is the Ministry of the Interior and the Secret Service Headquarters. They are all high-ranking gods. His small body can't stand it.

While he was narrating, Wu Chunyang put on gloves and a mask, and carefully checked the inside and outside of the frame, especially the most deformed part.

After the police officer finished speaking, Wu Chunyang also finished the preliminary inspection, took off his gloves, and quickened his steps to approach Zuo Zhong, speaking in a neither high nor low voice.

"It is reported that the three deceased were all burned to death by the fire caused by the explosion. There were many fractures in the skull, ribs and leg bones, but the overall shape was basically intact.

The murderer should have used some kind of low-velocity explosives. The amount used was not too large but very precise. It could ensure the death of the people in the car without affecting the surrounding pedestrians and vehicles. It was a good hand.

(See if it will be blocked)

According to the preliminary judgment of the traces, the other party placed the explosive device at the fuel tank at the bottom of the vehicle, and used timing or delayed ignition equipment, which requires extremely professional technology.

The source of the explosives, I suspect, is pyrotechnic fillers. The specific type needs to wait for the test results of the technicians. The difficulty is that this type of explosives is easy to make and difficult to trace. "

As the Secret Service's best intelligence agent, it only took him a few minutes to figure out the basic situation, and the police officers on the side opened their mouths.

The so-called low-speed explosives refer to explosives that undergo rapid chemical reactions below the speed of sound, such as old-fashioned fire (separation) explosives, fireworks, etc.

The disadvantage is that the power is small, and the advantage is that it is safer to use and operate, and it is easy to extract and make from daily life objects. (Novels are fabricated, don't imitate.)
Zuo Zhong, who was listening to the report, held a handkerchief in front of his nose, covering half of his face. His eyes scanned the dense crowd, and he gave two serious orders.

"Old Gu, expand the scope of the blockade, tell the onlookers that there may be bombs at the scene, let them stay away, and conduct interrogation and identity registration by the way.

Chunyang, it's really strange that you called Xu and that suspicious person here. Every time something happens, this guy is there, so why don't you just go directly to the fire brigade. "

"Yes."

Gu Qi and Wu Chunyang responded and prepared to execute the order.

Unexpectedly, Xu Enzeng and a young man walked over on his own initiative. After seeing Zuo Zhong, Xu Enzeng cupped his hands shyly and smiling.

"Which gust of wind brought you here, I'm lucky to meet you, my brother was on business not far away, so I came to see the situation when I heard the noise.

Since you're here, let's go first. Major cases are under your jurisdiction. We'll meet later. Let's say goodbye. "

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand to greet a few strong men in Chinese tunic suits to leave, for fear that others would not know that they were spies, and wanted to escape.

It's hard to grab this guy's pigtails and want to leave without explaining the matter clearly. There's no such thing as such a cheap thing.

Zuo Zhong winked, and Wu Chunyang flexibly avoided the strong man's obstruction, and put his hand on Xu Enzeng's shoulder who was about to run away.

Before the Secret Service Headquarters could react, he strangled the opponent's neck with his left hand, took out a gun with his right hand against his fat belly, and issued a warning in a low voice.

"Director Xu, please tell the brothers in the first place to stay away, the safety on the humble gun is already on, in case they scare me out of the way, the gun doesn't have eyes.

If you shoot at such a close range, the bullet will go straight through your liver, and you will die from bleeding in less than 5 minutes. You must trust my expertise. "

He was talking, ignoring the agents of the Secret Service Headquarters who had already drawn their guns, and forcefully dragged the pale Xu Enzeng to move towards Zuo Zhong.

"Believe it, believe it, I believe Brother Wu one hundred times, we are all brothers who have been to the Northeast together, don't shoot, don't shoot."

Thinking silently that a good man does not suffer from immediate losses, Xu Enzeng explained, while desperately waving his short arms to make his subordinates roll away, and obediently was brought to Zuo Zhong.

Looking at the dead fat man who was kidnapped, Zuo Zhong glanced at the gorgeous woman next to the car, and snorted coldly in his heart, he's about to go to the bed for business asshole.

Too lazy to care about the other party's mess, he stood beside the wreckage of the car frame and asked calmly: "Tell me, who is in the car, don't say you don't know, if it had nothing to do with you, you wouldn't be here.

Don't say I didn't remind you, Old Xu, Jiangcheng is the temporary (separated) capital of the government, and any major incidents here will eventually be reported to Chief Wei's case, so don't try to lie to me. "

"This……"

Xu Enzeng's eyeballs almost rolled away, and he soon realized that Zuo was right. Zhenxiu's going to see him tonight can't be hidden from others, so it's better to tell it.

Thinking about this clearly, he coughed lightly: "To be honest, I suspect that one of the dead in the car is the new intelligence section chief of our Secret Service Headquarters, named Zhen Xiu.

This person is from Jiangsu Province. He used to work in the Jinmen Party Headquarters. After the fall of Jinmen, he came to Changcheng. He was recommended by his superiors to work in a department. We just met an hour ago.

I'm not familiar with it, I don't know why the other party was killed by the bomber, hey, by the way, this is Xiao Xie, Zhen Xiu's subordinate, you can ask him anything.

He was the first to arrive at the scene, and he still had weapons and gold bars on his body. Maybe this guy took advantage of it and did it. No wonder he knows people and faces but doesn't know his heart, so he needs to be interrogated. "

Xu Enzeng is a professional when it comes to dumping the pot, and he sold Xiao Xie, who was still in shock, without hesitation. Let alone a stranger who has only met once, even if it is a dear relative or friend, he has to sell what he should.

Zuo Zhong turned his head and glanced at the dazed young man, thinking that it was bad luck for you kid, and immediately signaled the little spy to control Xiao Xie.

"Wrong...wrong, I...I just came to see what happened, gold...the gold bar was given to the humble post by Section Chief Zhen, so that I wouldn't let me talk nonsense."

The inexplicable Xiao Xie shouted for help, and even his intestines were regretful. He was pinned to the ground twice in just one day. If he had known this, even if he was killed, he would not have come to join in the fun.

Hearing this stuttering explanation, thinking of this person's surname Xie, and thinking of the gold bar, Zuo Zhong, who was originally casual, looked at him seriously, and then lost interest.

Since coming to this era, he has seen too many big names in history, a small spy and intelligence dealer, there is no need to pay more attention.

But after thinking about it, he still asked the little spy to stop temporarily, then dismissed the police officer casually, walked slowly to Xiao Xie, and asked a question related to Zhenxiu.

"I'm Zuo Zhong, Deputy Director of the Secret Service. Now I have something to ask you. You'd better answer truthfully. Has Zhen Xiu had any grudges with others, and who is most likely to do so?"

Secret Service.

Of course, Xiao Xie knew what these three words represented. She was a little confused when she was nervous, and she didn't understand how an ordinary bombing case would attract this gang of killers.

Realizing the seriousness of the matter, he honestly said that Zhenxiu is very good at being a human being, and her relationship with her superiors and subordinates is very harmonious, and she has never heard that the other party has made enemies with others.

Even if there were conflicts with some people at work, it would not be enough for people to use explosives to blow up cars. As long as such a serious case is found out, the murderer will lose his head.

Zuo Zhong didn't respond to his explanation and speculation, and ordered someone to send Xiao Xie to the office. There were so many people at the scene that it was inconvenient to ask about some things here.

Xu Enzeng, who was standing next to him with his ears pricked up, could hear something tricky. Although serious and major cases in the government are under the control of the Secret Service, these people surnamed Zuo came too fast.

What's more, the other party didn't know that the intelligence chief of the Secret Service Headquarters was among the dead. There must be other reasons for his swift action, so he hesitated and leaned over.

"Deputy Director Zuo, Brother Zuo, please forgive me. Is there something wrong with Zhenxiu? No wonder I feel something is wrong when I see this guy. Don't get me wrong, he really isn't mine."

Xu Enzeng seemed to have forgotten the hundred-year-old wild ginseng, and solemnly cried out: "The order from Shangfeng to put him in charge of the intelligence department, I, a small director, cannot refuse.

Everyone is working for the party and the country, and they should support each other. If there is anything that needs cooperation between the two divisions, just say it, and you must not be polite. "

Having been tricked so many times by his subordinates, Director Xu has also gained experience, so he can ignore other things, stay out of the way first, and keep himself safe.

And Zhenxiu really has nothing to do with him, at worst, burn the ginseng and return it to Zhenxiu, if the underworld can receive it...

Zuo Zhong was not at all surprised that Xu Enzeng would shirk responsibility, if he didn't do so, he would not be Xu Enzeng, thinking that the case would be reported sooner or later anyway, so he pondered for a moment and said slowly.

"We are investigating a case. Someone paid the newspaper to publish an article that provokes the relationship between the government and the Red Russia. According to the investigation, that person is Zhenxiu. It turned out that he just wanted to arrest the other party and that's it."

Pointing to the scorched corpses with hideous faces in the wreckage of the car, his expression was a little helpless, which would be the reaction of any intelligence officer in a similar situation.

Xu Enzeng almost laughed out loud after hearing this, and said in his heart Zuo Zhong, Zuo Zhong, you also have today, important witnesses were murdered and silenced, ha, now it depends on how you keep up with Shang Feng.

In the past, it was all one place that had problems, but now there are also problems in two places. What does this explain? It shows that Zuo is nothing more than that, a lucky villain.

But on the surface, Xu Enzeng still pretended to comfort him: "Oh, why is it like this? I think there may be a family thief in the second office, otherwise it would not be such a coincidence. Brother Zuo, you have to be careful."

If I had to use idioms to describe what he said, it would be eccentricity and accusations. Even a fool could hear the schadenfreude in his words.

Zuo Zhong snorted softly, looked at Wu Chunyang and raised his chin to the woman beside the car: "Help that lady make a "detailed" record, and ask Director Xu what business affairs he discussed with her.

As for you, Director Xu, please, it’s dark and windy now, be careful of being beaten, if the case requires your statement, the Secret Service will officially issue a statement to your secret service headquarters. "

"Yes."

Wu Chunyang took back his gun, let go of Xu Enzeng and left, his eyes were full of coldness, and he didn't know how a waste who had been defeated repeatedly had the courage to provoke the deputy director.

As for Xu Enzeng, who was sent to the first army, his face turned red, and he wanted to plead for mercy, but he looked at the two spies with guns and live ammunition around him, and immediately decided to follow his heart, shrinking his neck and smearing oil on the soles of his feet.

After more than ten minutes, Wu Chunyang, who had finished taking notes, returned to Zuo Zhong's side, and calmly handed over a note with the fragrance of makeup.

Zuo Chong glanced at the woman in the distance from the corner of his eye, nodded imperceptibly, held the note in his palm, turned around and got into the car and looked down.

With the help of the dim moonlight and light, I could see two lines of faint text written on the note. The font was very thick, and it should be written with eyebrow pencil.

The first line says that Zhen Xiuxing (separated) bribed Xu Enzeng with a piece of wild ginseng, and the second line says that Zhen Xiu was recommended for a job with a complicated background.

Silently lit the lighter to burn the note, Zuo Zhong rubbed his chin and narrowed his eyes, his eyes turned around and stopped on the wreckage of the car, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)