The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 261 Knocking
"It's too much to bully others!"

St. Mary's Hospital, French Concession.

In the ward, Zhang Xiaolin hung up the phone with a gloomy expression.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"Master wants to kill someone!"

"Forehead"

"Afu, I'll give you ten minutes to call someone for me."

"Yes, how many people are needed?"

"A thousand people."

"Now?"

Therefore, there are really no people in the hospital at night. Except for one or two doctors on duty, non-emergency patients will come to dispense medicine during the day when the doctors are at work.

"Move quickly. After killing the target, retreat immediately. Don't get entangled with the Chinese, let alone the people in the patrol room. Get back here and evacuate as quickly as possible.

"If we don't have food to eat, why are we still kneeling?"

But according to Sasaki's idea, just kill. If Fujita Kazuki is unhappy, he won't be happy. What can a Lieutenant Colonel do?

Once an accident occurs and you are followed, you can exit freely and return directly to the station set. "

It's impossible to imagine that Zhang Xiaolin would be discharged from the hospital in one day, but it's also impossible that none of the bodyguards are gone, and they all walked away.

Sasaki waved his hand and everyone took action.

The Tufei Yuan organ, which dominates all Chinese affairs, should crush everything.

"Zhang Xiaolin is gone?"

"They forced us to do this! Why are we leaning against the Japanese and being called traitors?"

Three minutes later, outside the hospital.

"Set off."

Stepping onto the fourth floor and looking towards the corridor on the fourth floor, Sasaki felt that this smooth operation was a little too smooth.

The Operations Section of the Kwantung Army Doi Madoka, the elite among the elite, are all masters of operations and veteran agents. Killing a gang member will not be difficult even if someone protects him, Sasaki is sure of this.

Sasaki frowned and took out his gun. He led the people from the operations department and quickly approached the ward while suppressing the sound of footsteps.

"The clay figurine is still very angry. He really thinks I'm easy to bully. Okay, I'll give you some insights."

However, Sasaki still divided the people into three groups according to the chief's attack methods and carried out the orders in place.

"Hi." All the action team members nodded.

Only those with money can access capital hospitals, and most people look down upon them. And under this premise, doctors have a high status, so who is free enough to work overtime at night and catch up on sleep during the day?

Standing in front of Zhang Xiaolin's ward, looking at the action team members wearing white coats in disguise in the plan, it seemed silly.

If the agency chief had been more decisive, the last order was to kill Zhang Xiaolin, so why would this operation be necessary?
In terms of opportunity, Zhang Xiaolin was unprepared for the last assassination, and it was easy for them to kill him.

If the agency chief's last order hadn't been to injure him, how could Zhang Xiaolin have escaped a single shot and be fine? Just two shots will definitely kill you.

The only security guard was dozing off, and Zhang Xiaolin's bodyguard, who was expected to appear on the first floor, was not seen. The invasion of the action team went very smoothly.

"No way? How could he be discharged from the hospital with such an injury?"

Sasaki complained silently in his mind.

"Now, in ten minutes, tell the people below that if you can't do it, then give up your position to those who can do it. If you can't do it, then just wait to die. The Japanese won't even let us sell drugs. , waiting to starve to death."

The hospital is very quiet at night.

According to the results of the last investigation, Zhang Xiaolin will be resting in the special care ward on the fourth floor. There are no less than ten bodyguards in the corridor in front of the door. These people are the biggest obstacle to this operation.

The head of the agency is a lieutenant general, the commander of the military police is only a major general, and a lieutenant colonel is not worth mentioning.

In fact, 30 members of the Operations Department took action, and it was not difficult at all to kill these dozen people.

Although they haven't arrived at the ward yet, they haven't seen a single bodyguard sitting on a stool in the corridor. Is this a little too weird?

Now we are finally back on track.

With extreme vigilance, thinking that there might be some conspiracy hidden inside, Sasaki gave a wary look. An action team member kicked open the door, and the team member next to him made a tactical move, rolling and aiming his gun in the conflict room.

You don't need anything, just open the door.

"I don't know, let's go check it out."

"Now you are not allowed to eat, and you still want my life. You want to kill me over and over again. It is really too much!"

"Not just to have something to eat!"

"It's Master, do you really want this?"

It’s really hard to do it one more time.

Thirty people from the Operations Section led by Sasaki have arrived here.

Of course, he also understood that the agency chief might not want to completely turn against Fujita Kazuki. After all, Zhang Xiaolin belonged to Fujita Kazuki. Fujita Kazuki was quite powerful, and the agency chief would have to work in Shanghai in the future.

Empty.

There is no conspiracy whatsoever.

"There's really no one."

"What about people?"

"How to do?"

Sasaki touched the quilt and found it was warm.

"Did they know? Did they run away?"

"Could it be next door?"

"Go and see."

The action team acted quickly, one person at a time, kicking open the wards on the left and right.

"no one."

"no one."

"Keep looking!"

"no one."

"no one."

The doors of each ward were kicked open, and there was no one in each ward.

As he searched from ward to ward, Sasaki's eyes changed from confusion to fear.

There is a fact that is shocking to think about. There is not a single person in the entire fourth-floor ward of St. Mary's Hospital.

No patients, no nurses, no doctors, just them!
"withdraw!"

Sasaki yelled. At this moment, he even remembered some hospital ghost stories spread in the Japanese countryside.

Everyone in the Operations Department was a little frightened. The most frightening thing was the unknown. There was no one there. If this were to be put on the battlefield, it would be a perfect trap.

Everyone knows, run, must run out, only running out is safe.

As quickly as it came, it will go faster.

He really ran out.

In just two minutes, everyone ran from the fourth floor of St. Mary's Hospital to the door and back to the starting point of the operation, where their cars were.

You can breathe a sigh of relief.

Looking at some of the residential buildings and street lamps with lights around them, the violently beating hearts of the people in the operations department calmed down.

Only then can I think about the abnormality just now.

wonder.

"What do you think happened just now?"

"Where are the people at the hospital?"

"They must be hiding. Even if they knew we were coming, they would only be here for a while, so they couldn't run far away."

"Yes, could it be on the third floor? They hid from the fourth floor to the third floor?"

"Would you like to go back and take a look?"

Mainly, the trip to the fourth floor looked like a trap, but in fact it was not a trap, which really puzzled them.

After discussing for a while, most people felt that it was better to forget it. This anomaly was too conspicuous at night. It would be more rational to give up temporarily and look for better assassination opportunities.

Not many people are willing to face an empty hospital.

It's so scary.

"Then I'll call the director of the agency. As long as he agrees, we will go back."

Sasaki walked to the public phone booth on the roadside.

Insert a coin and start dialing.

At this moment, Sasaki heard a dull sound, which was quite slight, yet quite clear. It was a very strange sound that he had never heard before.

Sasaki pressed the interrupt button on the phone and listened carefully.

Ta, tap, there was a sound in two or three seconds, as if it was at the end of the street, or on the street.

It seems to be on the left, and it seems to be on the right.

Sasaki frowned.

Ta, tap.

It was a knocking sound. After listening carefully, Sasaki finally realized that this dull and messy sound must be a knocking sound.

"what is it then?"

Such a heavy sound so late at night seems to be getting clearer and clearer. What is it that is knocking?

Soon, Sasaki's eyes widened at the end of the street, and the hand holding the receiver trembled unconsciously, but he didn't need to guess what the sound was.

At the end of the street, I saw men of different ages and clothing, either wearing clothes or with their upper bodies bare, all holding a wooden stick and walking towards them expressionlessly, approaching them.

Lifting and landing, the wooden sticks seemed to have a rhythm, and there was a certain rhythm hidden in them. They clicked the ground very regularly in their hands, and there was a dull sound from far to near.

Two or three seconds, snap, two or three seconds, snap.

Poker face.

Sasaki couldn't tell how many people there were. There might have been a few people who appeared at the end of the street at first, but after a few seconds, he could find that more people just didn't appear in sight.

I don’t know how many people were following those people, I don’t know at all, I can’t even count them. countless!
Dozens, hundreds, or thousands!
More and more people appeared, and the wide roads in the entire French Concession were jammed. There were only expressionless people and wooden sticks in their hands.

Snap, snap.

Sasaki felt that his heart was beating to the beat of these people. He reacted and quickly turned back to look at the street.

Snap, snap.

I don't know when a group of people appeared there.

Expressionless, holding a wooden stick and knocking.

Sasaki's people began to gather, and everyone noticed something was wrong, watching the movement with serious expressions.

Kwantung Army, elite troops, elite departments, action teams, thirty people, armed with firearms, powerful.

But these two groups of people, thousands or even tens of thousands of people, appeared at both ends of the street. Although they were armed with wooden sticks, who dared to say that they were not powerful?

"How to do?"

"Fight or not?"

If they really wanted to fight, there would definitely not be enough bullets. Even if they stood and killed, they wouldn't be able to kill them all. The Japanese swallowed nervously.

The end result after all the bullets are fired is that he will definitely die.

No one wants to die here.

Sasaki thought for a moment, raised the muzzle of his gun and fired into the sky.

Snapped.

"If you get any closer, we'll shoot!"

The threatening words were spoken in a stern tone, and Sasaki expected the person opposite to make some kind of change.

But there is no change in the rhythm on the other side, the tapping remains the same, the pace remains the same.

Very close, twenty meters.

Dudu, at this moment, the whistle from the patrol room came from far to near.

"What are you doing? What do you all want to do?"

The patrol officer in the patrol room shouted to the Green Gang members and quickly walked to Sasaki's side.

Three patrolmen.

"What's wrong with you?"

Sasaki's men relaxed. According to the rules, if the patrol room comes forward, this matter can basically be suspended.

"We just went out for a walk, and who knew that was all, these people had no good intentions towards us."

"Going shopping, shopping, you are carrying a gun? Are you telling the truth?" the person from the patrol room asked.

"It's really just shopping, we plan to leave." Sasaki couldn't admit that there was an assassination, so he just smiled and nodded.

"How can you leave now?" The patrolman glared at him and frowned: "Put the gun down and I'll take you out. Don't cause any trouble for me in the future."

"This" Sasaki's man frowned slightly and lowered his gun, feeling very insecure.

"Hurry up, do you hand me over or not? If you dare to bring a gun in, are you guys justified? If you don't hand me over, you can handle it yourself. If you die, it's none of our business."

The patrolman waited, looked at the Japanese ink marks, turned around and left.

"Wait a minute." Sasaki stopped: "We'll hand it over, and you can send us out."

"hurry up."

After handing over the gun, the person from the patrol room walked up to the Qinggang people and started talking, and then the Qinggang people passed by him and continued to move forward.

The people in the patrol room remained calm and continued to talk and persuade, while the Qinggang people continued to move forward.

Sasaki's expression changed and he became angry.

But the gun is gone!
Bang, bang, the stick has arrived, the person has arrived.

When there was no way in, the stick started beating people.

Bang bang bang, screams, and curses were particularly clear in the streets of the French Concession in the middle of the night, but no house on both sides of the street dared to open the door.

Someone's lights turned on, and then turned off even faster.

The screams didn't last long and were probably gone.

But the stick continued to wave, and it was clear that it had not yet achieved its goal.

Hundreds or thousands of people gathered in a circle, and they were being beaten inside, but unfortunately, they couldn't be seen from the outside.

There was a car parked in front of the hospital. In the car were Zhou Qinghe, his lover Zhuang Hui, and the police officer who had just tried to persuade him.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Zhou Qinghe said pleasantly to the patrolman, "If the French have objections to you tomorrow, tell Zhuang Hui, and Zhang Xiaolin will explain it to you then. If you don't do what you want, just tell me, do you want to be a member of the British-American Concession?" Detective, let me help you make arrangements."

The patrolman smiled sensibly: "Thank you sir, don't worry, if the French asked about it, it was because I found them because I thought they were disturbing the people by shooting, and it had nothing to do with Miss Zhuang.

Putting away guns also prevents shootings from happening. Guns are too dangerous. "

"it is good."

There was no need for Zhou Qinghe to say anything unnecessary. Putting away the gun was nothing more than reducing casualties.

Zhang Xiaolin still has a very bad temper, and a fat and fat person will definitely be beaten to death.

It's really unnecessary to make your men pay the price. How dangerous are the Japanese with guns?

With a little arrangement, this person will not be hurt or killed.

After waiting for a while, watching the whole scene, and after everyone dispersed, Zhou Qinghe went to find Zhang Xiaolin and told him to be careful recently, not to go out, and to pay attention to his diet.

"Pick up the mud and bones on the ground and throw them onto the Hongkou Bridge."

Since Doi Yuan wants to break up with him, he can play the card he holds in his hand.

"Okay, I'll make the arrangements." Zhang Xiaolin was angry tonight, but his face was red.

Zhou Qinghe went home to rest, and not long after, he received a notification call from the duty room of the Military Police Headquarters.

Check the body, look for traces based on the documents, find the house and enter.

A phone call was made to Ying Zuo.

"Yingzuo-kun, I found your goods for you. I'll give you the address. Come and see if it's something you lost."

Yingzuo was already asleep and was surprised when he heard this.

Fujita Kazuki was actually helping him find something?

Madoka Doi told him that everything was done by Fujita Kazuki, and in Shanghai, he had no hope that the goods could be recovered.

Since it was Fujita and Kiyoshi who robbed his warehouse, how could they return the goods to him? Why is this so weird?

Yingzuo took his men and went out. No matter what, since he found the goods worth millions, he must get them back.

The station of the Operations Section.

Yingzuo saw that Zhou Qinghe was still a little embarrassed, but he still said hello with a smile: "Fujita-kun, it's so hard to help me late at night."

"Just a few clues came to my door, and I found a batch of drugs."

"Who stole it?" Ying Zuo was curious.

"You first see if things are right."

Kagezuo nodded. Since Fujita and Qingmai were not involved, he would take a look at the things first and make up his mind once he saw them.

"Yes, that's right, this is the batch of goods. Unexpectedly, Mr. Fujita actually found them." Shadow Zuo was very happy.

Now there is a question, whether it was Madoka Doi who stole this, or whether it was stolen by Fujita and Kiyoshi. Knowing that he cooperated with Madoka Doi, and then sent him back to do the game out of fear is hard to say.

"Bring the owner's things up." Zhou Qinghe waved to the military police behind him.

The gendarme handed over a box.

When Ying Zuo saw that it was an ID, he picked up one and just twisted it with his hand. He felt that it was still sticky and a little red.

"What is this? Blood?" Ying Zuo smelled his fingers with a surprised expression.

"Maybe." Zhou Qinghe said casually.

What it is like to be beaten like this, the devil knows.

"Maybe?" Ying Zuo frowned and didn't understand, so he opened the ID and looked at it, his eyes suddenly shrank.

Manchurian Kwantung Army.

"Fujita-kun, this"

"Don't ask me, I don't know why the owner of this certificate has your things in his house."

Zhou Qinghe raised his head towards the box with a faint smile: "And the owner of this house is quite hospitable."

Ying Zuo turned over the words after hearing this, Manchuria, Manchuria, Manchuria, they all come from the same place.

"Fujita-kun, thank you." Kagezu nodded.

Zhou Qinghe smiled: "It's just the responsibility of the gendarmerie to help Yingzuo-kun find things. Let's go. Yingzuo-kun, you can handle the rest by yourself, right?"

"it is good."

"Farewell."

As soon as Zhou Qinghe left, Yingzuo's expression darkened. Dofeiyuan was completely playing tricks on him this time.

The key point is that he was fooled, which made him look stupid.

At this point in the night, if he really did something to offend Fujita, he would be on Madoka Doi's pirate ship, and the goods would not be recovered.

“Too shameless”

Um? Ying Zuo's eyes suddenly widened, and he was so angry that he asked Doi Yuan to kill Zhang Xiaolin. If Zhang Xiaolin died and Doi Yuan said he ordered it, then Fujita Kazuki would be angry, and he would no longer be human.

"Fujita-kun, wait!" Thinking of this, Shadow Zuo quickly went out to catch up.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Qinghe paused.

Shadow Zuo smiled slightly: "I have a message to tell Mr. Fujita. I received news that someone seems to be trying to assassinate Zhang Xiaolin. I think you can pay attention to this matter, Mr. Fujita."

"Really?" Zhou Qinghe looked surprised, then nodded and said with a smile: "Thank you, but I also have news to tell Ying Zuojun. Just an hour ago, Zhang Xiaolin was assassinated, and fifteen minutes ago, thirty bodies The body was thrown on the bridge in HK District."

"Is there such a thing?" Ying Zuo's face changed slightly. Dofei Yuan's plan failed and everyone died?

"It's true." Zhou Qinghe nodded, "Their IDs are in your hand, Mr. Ying Zuo. You can count them."

Yingzuo was stunned, and looked down mechanically. It was very sticky. Baga, he finally knew what the hell was on it.

(End of this chapter)