Under the dim street lights, the patrolmen walked carefully through the alley with flashlights on.
There were six or seven dead bodies scattered in the small alley.
Blood flowed out from under the corpse and soaked the soil.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
In Shanghai in May, the air was filled with hot and humid wind, but everyone felt their scalps numb and their spines chilly.
It's not like the patrol has never seen dead people, but such a large-scale shootout and so many corpses still bring too much stimulation to people's senses.
Everyone glanced at Lu Dazhang. Following such a patrol leader, there might not be many opportunities to make meritorious deeds, but it was safe.
Lu Dazhang grabbed Fei Yi and pushed him down in front of a corpse whose brains had been beaten out. "Come on, look, aren't you clamoring to arrest him? Look, look at this." What?"
This man was lying sideways in the corner with a bullet hole between his eyebrows and blood and brain matter mixed together.
The empty eyes seemed to be staring at him.
Fei Da only felt that his mind was blank and his knees were weak.
"Inspector, I -" Fei Dai's voice was trembling and his body was shaking.
"What are you? You don't know how high the sky is." As soon as Lu Dazhang let go, Fei Dao almost fell directly on the dead body, and he was so frightened that he rolled and crawled away.
Lu Dazhang glanced at the young man, snorted, and said nothing more.
I can't think clearly, and all day long my mind is filled with making great achievements. This is because I have never seen a dead person and I don't know the cruelty of reality.
After this experience, this kid should be honest.
"Inspector, shall we go there now?" Old Mao lit Lu Dazhang's cigarette and asked.
Lu Dazhang took a deep breath. The smell of tobacco diluted the smell of blood in his nose and throat. He did not answer the old man's question, but asked, "Are you clear?"
"It's clear." The old man nodded and whispered, "The leader is Ding Naifei from the Party Affairs Investigation Department. They are in the yard now."
The identities of the agents of the Party Affairs Investigation Division are secretive, but agents like this often operate in the French Concession and cannot be hidden from some senior police officers.
"It is basically certain that Ding Naifei led the team to arrest the Red Party, but they suffered a big loss." The old man continued, "The team that came later should be above Ding Naifei. The third leader saw that man beat Ding Naifei slapped him."
Sankui was Lu Dazhang's "explorer", and he was secretly watching from a distance. This was a gun battle, and the danger was too high. You can't make a big mistake with caution:
If the judgment is wrong and the opponent is only temporarily in a stalemate, it will be terrible if he leads the team to suddenly break into the 'combat zone'.
"Wait ten minutes before leaving." Lu Dazhang threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground.
The old hat understood immediately and nodded.
The guys from the Party Affairs Investigation Department have suffered heavy losses, and now they are angry and have nowhere to vent their anger. If they get involved so suddenly, they might cause trouble.
Wait ten minutes for these people to stabilize before showing up, which will be safer.
…
Wang Kangnian didn't speak immediately. He smoked silently.
After listening to Ding Naifei's report on the entire arrest process, I learned that there was such a skilled Red Party master who single-handedly killed and injured more than ten agents of the Party Affairs Investigation Department and rescued the surrounded Red Party. This person He also escaped unscathed.
A name suddenly appeared in Wang Kangnian's mind: Chenzhou!
This member of the Red Party's Teko Red Team slipped through the cracks.
His guess got some confirmation from Ding Naifei.
"Tell me about this Chenzhou, what else do you know?" Wang Kangnian put out his cigarette butt and said.
This guy Ding Naifei seems to be a reckless rough guy. He has been working as an agent for five or six years and can still live a good life. Moreover, Ding Naifei is a gangster from the Youth Gang. He has worked his way up from the bottom to the position of deputy leader of the action team. Who really thinks that? This guy is a reckless man, and he will be confused even if he kills him.
"My subordinates have never dealt with Chen Zhou directly, but there is a case that may be related to this person." Ding Naifei thought for a while and said.
"Tell me about it." Wang Kangnian became interested.
"This is an unsolved case, and the murderer has never been found. However, now that I think about it, the murderer is most likely Chen Zhou."
Eight months ago, in an apartment on Trastevere Road in the French Concession, the Red Party traitor Su Yishan was still killed under the protection of five bodyguards.
"Chief Wu and Inspector Zhao (from the investigation team of the French Concession Political Office) are acquaintances, and he arranged for his subordinates to go to the scene with people from the investigation team."
"Of the five bodyguards, three were shot in the head and all were killed with one shot. Among the other two, one was stabbed to death with a dagger, and the other's neck was almost broken. This person is known to my subordinates and his boxing and kicking skills are quite good."
"Su Yishan was killed at the door. His subordinates speculated that the man wanted to escape and fled to the door. The murderer stabbed him to death directly in the back of the neck with a dagger."
"There was a note left at the scene that said 'What happens to traitors'."
"The investigation team searched for less than half a month and found nothing, so the case was dropped."
"My subordinates and my brothers have been investigating for almost a month, but they haven't found any clues."
"No information at all?" Wang Kangnian frowned.
"No, it's very clean." Ding Naifei shook his head, "This person was very cautious and didn't leave any clues. The murder happened late at night, and no one saw what the murderer looked like."
"The only thing that is certain is that this was done by the Red Party's Teco dog-fighting team."
"Also, judging from the scene, the murderer is one person." Ding Naifei said.
"It seems that it is indeed in line with Chen Zhou's behavior."
Wang Kangnian nodded. His marksmanship was accurate and his skills were strong. He was quick, accurate and ruthless in his actions. The most important thing was that this person acted alone.
This is in line with what he knows about the situation in Chenzhou, the special branch of the Red Party.
Suddenly, his eyes shrank, and his expression became colder, a little excited, and even more depressed.
"Team leader, what's wrong?"
"If you think about it carefully, what level of the Red Party would actually arrange for a master like Chen Zhou to protect it?" Wang Kangnian picked up another cigarette, without lighting it, and gritted his teeth.
Ding Naifei understood. This meant that 'Minister Wang' was of extremely high rank. He was not even a senior official of the local Red Party in Shanghai, but an important figure sent by the Central Committee of the Red Party?
Wang Kangnian glanced at Ding Naifei again and resisted the urge to beat him.
…
At this moment, Cheng Qianfan touched the safe house where he stored his bicycle.
He didn't take off his makeup.
He just filled a basin of water, took out a medicine bottle from the drawer, and poured some medicine into the basin.
I washed my hands very carefully, especially my nails, in order to wash away the blood stains on my hands.
Then, Cheng Qianfan pulled out the wooden box from the cabinet under the bed, opened it, and took out a somewhat worn but very clean gown.
After changing into a gown, Cheng Qianfan took out his comb and combed out a new hairstyle.
I changed into a pair of 'new' shoes that were half old and had some mud on the soles.
Place the two Mauser pistols inside the stove.
He moved a lame bookcase and took out a Webres Coto pistol and a spare magazine from the hidden compartment behind the bookcase, and put them in his pocket with him.
He took out a pair of prepared flat glasses from the drawer and put them on.
He took out a semi-old leather bag and put a few lecture notes and a flashlight in it.
He hung his leather bag on the handlebar and pushed the car out the door.
As the night grew darker, a lonely figure and a lonely bicycle passed through several small alleys.
The sound of insects on the roadside gradually started to sound, and occasionally two night cats came out. The cats glanced at him as he walked away.
The destination of his trip is Masinan Road.
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