Cicada Moving

Chapter 1274 Conditions and Choices (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)

In the darkness, a pistol was slowly pressed against Kaufman's head. The murderer, whose appearance was unclear, gently pulled the trigger. After the gunshot, the bullet flew out of the gun chamber, and blood and brains immediately splattered everywhere.

"Ah! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Kaufman screamed, opened his eyes suddenly, and waved his hands desperately in the air. It took him a long time to realize that this was just a nightmare.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he turned his head and looked around, and found himself lying on a hospital bed. The sun shone into the room through the window, making the single ward extremely bright and warm.

Feeling the severe pain in the back of his neck, Kaufman recalled the scene before coma and shuddered subconsciously, and then someone pushed open the ward door.

"Mr. Kaufman, are you feeling better?" Osako Tsusada walked into the ward with concern on his face.

Kaufman recognized that this was a Japanese intelligence officer and shouted angrily: "I want to return to the United States immediately. The Republic of China people already know the location of our negotiations, and they will not let me go."

In his words, he did not mention his companions at all, which once again showed the coldness and selfishness of the Jewish people. Osako Tongzhen felt contempt in his heart, but on the surface he comforted him with gentle words.

"Don't worry, Mr. Kaufman, this is the best hospital in Shanghai. I have arranged for guards to protect you outside the door. You will be safe here."

Not to mention safety, Kaufman became even more excited when he mentioned safety: "Before the negotiation started, you also guaranteed this, but as a result, the people from the Republic of China showed up at the negotiation location like this, and your people didn't notice it. ”

Osako Tosada took a deep breath, resisted the urge to scold the other party, and patiently explained that it was just an accident, and what happened at Hartung Garden would never happen again.

Then, he told Kaufman that the other Judah representatives were also out of danger and could be discharged from the hospital after a few days of rest.

But Kaufman didn't care about the life and death of others at all, and only wanted to leave. Osako Tsutomu tried to persuade him to no avail, so he simply broke the disguise.

"Baga! Mr. Kaufman, the patience of the Japanese Empire is limited. Please calm down first and then tell me what happened on the scene."

Osako Tsusada had a sullen face and issued a vicious threat. If the empire hadn't asked for help from the Jewish people, he would have given Kaufman a few slaps in the face to let him "remember" it.

His toughness made Kaufman soft. Thinking of what the Japanese had done in Northeast China, Kaufman immediately explained the situation on the scene.

After hearing this, Osako became even more convinced that the murderer was an agent of the military unification. Except for Zuo Zhong's men, no one dared to act so boldly in the imperial-occupied areas, not even the central unification, nor the underground party.

The former has insufficient capabilities and low personnel quality and cannot perform similar tasks; the latter is cautious in his behavior and will not take action without full confidence.

After careful consideration, he said, "Mr. Kaufman, please rest first." He stood up and left the ward, whispering to his subordinates waiting outside the door.

"Inform the Public Concession and the French Concession that we will conduct a comprehensive search in Shanghai. They must cooperate unconditionally, otherwise the imperial army will not mind letting them know who is the master of the Far East."

"Hai, I'll contact you right away." The subordinate nodded, but looked embarrassed again: "If there is a comprehensive search, we may not have enough manpower to protect the Jewish people."

Osako Tosada was not worried about the manpower problem or the safety of the Jewish people. He strode towards the elevator at the end of the corridor and said something to his subordinates calmly.

"Don't worry, Shancheng doesn't dare to offend the Jewish people, otherwise Kaufman and others will have died in Hartung Garden. Just leave one person to protect them, and the rest will be involved in the search operation."

The man raised his hand and pressed the elevator button, lowered his head again and said "Hai". After a few dozen seconds, the elevator rose up from downstairs, the iron fence was opened, and a group of people poured out of the elevator.

Osako Tsusada stepped out of the way gracefully and waited for the elevator to clear before leading people in. When the elevator was about to go down, the Japanese agents saw a man moving towards the ward area through the hollow sliding door with flowers in his hands.

Out of caution, Osako put his hand on the stop button and was about to press it, but saw the other person stop in front of the white nurse and hand over the flowers in his hand.

All the Japanese spies present smiled knowingly, Osako Tsusada also let go of his hand on the button, and the elevator creaked downwards and soon disappeared into the elevator shaft.

In the corridor, Zuo Zhong blew a kiss to the white nurse in a smart manner, turned around and moved on. At the same time, Shen Dongxin, who was dressed as a doctor, came to the door of the single ward where Kaufman was located.

The Japanese spy guarding the door stopped Shen Dongxin, his eyes full of vigilance: "It's not time for treatment yet, what are you doing here?"

"Sir, Mr. Kaufman needs medicine. The dean asked me to ask you to go to the pharmacy to prevent the medicine from being exchanged on the way." Shen Dongxin said unfazed, with a normal expression.

The agent did not become suspicious and followed Shen Dongxin to the stairs. In fact, he also knew that the hospital was safe, otherwise Osako Tosada would not have left alone.

As soon as Shen Dongxin and the agent turned into the stairs, Zuo Zhong naturally opened the door and ducked into the ward, startling Kaufman who was lying on the hospital bed.

"Who are you? Please get out immediately, otherwise I will notify the guards."

Kaufman looked at the smiling man in front of him, always feeling that the other man's smile was a bit fake, and he looked at him as if he were looking at prey. He had seen this kind of look from Germans before.

Zuo Zhong ignored the threat, walked to the bed, pulled out a chair and sat on it. Before the other party could speak again, he flicked out a few photos. "My friend, please allow me to give you a piece of advice. Make a decision after admiring the photos. Don't let yourself regret it."

Kaufman picked up the photo and said casually: "Sir, are you a gangster? This joke is not funny, I don't think."

Before he finished speaking, he was stunned, because in the photo he was holding a document, and certain memories instantly emerged from the depths of his mind.

The murderer asked him to lift something at the crime scene, and it seemed to have something written on it, such as carving up a certain area. He thought it was an illusion before, but now it seems that it is not.

"You! You are the murderer's accomplice!" Kaufman recalled the experience in Hartung Garden, his voice trembling slightly.

The reason why he didn't cry out for help was, firstly, because the person who came had a pistol on his knee, and secondly, the Japanese outside the door never showed up. He must have been in danger, and no matter how much he called for help, it would be of no avail.

Zuo Zhong likes to interact with smart people and motions them to continue to enjoy other photos. The first photo is just the beginning, and the following is the focus.

Kaufman didn't dare to disobey, so he took out the second photo and looked at it. The more he looked at it, the colder his heart became. He wanted to tear the photo into pieces immediately.

The photo is a document. The beginning of the document reads "The Empire of Japan and the Judah Restoration Committee's Countermeasures for the Establishment of the Philippines." Although there are not many words, if it is spread, it will bring trouble to the Judah Restoration Organization. A devastating disaster.

Although the Jewish people in the United States are very powerful, they also have enemies. Among these enemies, the most dangerous one is the Onsa Consortium.

The Unsa Consortium either covertly or openly restricts the Judah Consortium. In his novel "Dear Place of Birth", the famous industrialist Henry Ford blatantly accused the Judahs of controlling the world economy and media, which encouraged ordinary Americans to hate the Judahs. hostility.

Discrimination against Jewish people is also widespread in American society, and Jewish people face obvious exclusion in many fields, including higher education, finance, and the real estate industry.

Many universities have set admission quotas for Jewish students, and the United States has also passed immigration laws to restrict Jewish people from entering the United States, ensuring that the demographic structure and culture of the United States are dominated by the Anglo-Saxons.

Once the Angsa Consortium learns of this document, regardless of whether the Judah Restoration Organization really has intentions towards the Philippines, the Angsa Consortium will use this as a reason to retaliate against the Jewish forces in the United States and even expel them.

"That's not true," Kaufman tried to argue, even though he knew it was useless.

Zuo Zhong pointed to the photo and said word by word: "But that's not important, is it? As long as Angsa people are willing to believe it, this is ironclad proof."

Kaufman lowered his head, thought for a while and finally gave up the idea of ​​resisting. The other party knew them too well and the Angsa Consortium too well. He had to raise his head and said helplessly.

"Who are you and what is your purpose? If it is for money, please tell us the amount and we will be satisfied."

As a stingy Jew, at this moment, he desperately hoped that the other party came for money and not for other purposes. Unfortunately, Zuo Zhong's next words broke his illusion.

"No, I'm not interested in money. As long as Mr. Kaufman agrees to one condition, these photos will never appear in the American media, I promise."

After hearing Zuo Zhong's words, Kaufman's expression darkened, but he still refused to give up and asked again what the conditions were.

Zuo Zhong pointed at Kaufman, then pointed at himself, and told the other party in an extremely serious tone: "Give up building a country in Pseudo-mite. In the future, we will support the Jewish people in rebuilding their own country.

This is the promise of an ancient country that has thousands of years of history but still exists. You only need to answer me yes or No. Remember, the fate of the nation of Judah is in your hands. "

One side is the interests of the Republic of China, and the other side is the interests of other countries. If he had to choose between the two, Zuo Zhong would choose the former without hesitation.

As long as the Jewish people give up the puffer fish plan, he doesn't care where the other party establishes their country, whether it is the Middle East or the Americas, it is none of his business.

Kaufman was really moved. The guarantee of a big country is extremely precious. Even if the current situation of this big country is not good, who can say what will happen in the future? This is like venture capital. If you want high returns, you must take risks.

"What does your country or you need us to do?" Kaufman opened his mouth with difficulty and asked a question.

"Leave Shanghai today and don't do anything else. It's very simple, isn't it?" Zuo Zhong stared at the other party closely.

If Kaufman dared to say no, he would let this guy know why the flowers are so red. As the saying goes, if you want to be decent, I will give you dignity. If you are not, then I can only help you. Decent.

Ten minutes later, a satisfied Zuo Zhong walked out of the hospital and met Shen Dongxing, who had changed his clothes, on the street. The two jumped into the car. Gui Youguang stepped on the accelerator, and the car instantly rushed into the traffic.

The highest skill in politics.

It's not a fight to the death, but a mutual compromise.

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