At the Sanlin Road crossing, two strong men stood guard next to the phone booth on the roadside.
Ring ring ring... The phone rang, and a man nearly 1.7 meters tall answered the call.
"The vehicle transporting pigs to the pig farm has already set off and will arrive in 20 minutes. You are ready to kill the pigs."
"knew."
The man put down the phone and looked at the other person, both of them with determination in their eyes.
Shiro Nakajima is in a good mood. He is going to send a letter home to Uncle Takahashi today. In addition, he also bought some silk in the store to take to his family far away.
Just then a rickshaw blocked the road.
"Baga..." Nakajima Shiro was furious. Just as he was about to get off the car and drive away the rickshaw driver, he saw a man in black walking by the roadside with cold eyes.
No, this is a soldier. Nakajima Shiro himself has served in the army. Peers know peers best. That is the smell of death.
Without saying a word, Shiro Nakajima put the car into gear and reversed, bang bang bang... The rickshaw driver in front of him started shooting, and the man in black who crossed over diagonally was also not idle, pointing the pistol at the car door and continuously pulling the trigger.
Shiro Nakajima was shot in the left shoulder. He lost control of the steering wheel and crashed into a telephone pole on the side of the road. The Sanlin Crossing was too close to the Japanese Concession. Police who heard the gunshots rushed towards this side like crazy.
But the two men had no intention of retreating. The man in rickshaw driver's clothes began to turn his head to block the concession police. The other man in black ignored them and ran a few steps to open the right door of the car.
Nakajima Shiro was covered in blood. He took out a pistol from his arms and shot the man in black face to face. The man in black was shot twice. Shiro Nakajima was also not well, and was shot once in the abdomen.
After both sides used up all their bullets, the man in black used all his strength to take out the dagger, got on the car and stabbed Nakajima Shiro, once, twice, five times, until his eyes were distracted and he fell down next to the seat.
The man in rickshaw driver's clothes had been shot several times in order to stop the reinforcements from the Japanese concession police. He was breathing heavily, pointed his gun in the direction of Shiro Nakajima's driver's seat, and started to pull the trigger.
Bang bang bang... The police who arrived started shooting at close range. The man wearing a rickshaw driver's clothes kept his eyes on Nakajima Shiro's car until he died.
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In the Military Police Special High School Course, Masago Yoshimoto was getting ready to get off work when he received news that a major staff officer of the Shanghai headquarters was attacked at the Sanlin Road crossing near the Japanese Concession.
He was shocked. This was something that had never happened in Shanghai. The anti-Japanese elements usually did not attack Japanese officers. The targets of assassination were all the so-called traitors who had defected to the Japanese Empire.
The entire Special High School class was in action, and Liu Changchuan, who had just returned home from get off work, was also called back. As soon as he entered the Special High School class, he obviously found that the atmosphere was a bit tense, and everyone looked in a hurry. He took a few steps to follow him to the conference room.
"Everyone, Major Shiro Nakajima, an officer of the Imperial Japanese Empire, was assassinated by anti-Japanese elements in broad daylight. It is a great shame and humiliation for the empire. I order the Special Higher Education Department to cancel all vacations and put everyone on standby in the military police." Masago Yoshimoto shouted loudly with a gloomy face.
"Yes, principal."
"Section Chief, I called the Army Hospital, but Major Shiro Nakajima couldn't save me. In addition, the Japanese Concession Police reported that the killers were two people, probably two dead soldiers. They didn't leave a way for me to escape, and they didn't either. I want to leave alive." Xiaozhe Zhengji licked his lips and stepped forward to report.
"Your action team will immediately start investigating in groups. First, go to the death scene of Nakajima Shiro at the Sanlin Crossing. You will also notify the No. 76 Agent Headquarters and ask them to join in. The murderer behind the scenes must be found." Masago Yoshimoto slapped the table hard.
Liu Changchuan stood in the corner of the conference room and felt happy when he heard this. Nakajima Shiro was assassinated outside the Japanese Concession. Even if the Special High School was investigating in the Japanese Concession, he would not be involved. Nakajima Shiro's fellow countryman Yutaka Takahashi could not provide any clues to the special high school class.
Liu Changchuan also accepted a task to investigate suspicious people around the headquarters in Shanghai. Hashimoto seemed very excited. He was finally able to do his business, run errands and do odd jobs, get out of here.
At Yipinxian Restaurant, Liu Changchuan walked in with Hashimoto Shi. The boss, Higashikawa Xiong Er, saw that he was a member of the special high school class and hurriedly welcomed him out. Last time, these special high class members spent a lot of money in the store. Big patron.
"The two officers are here, I'll prepare a private room immediately."
"No, I'm here to ask about something." Hashimoto said as if he had business matters.
"Sir, please speak."
Imperial soldiers have been assassinated. I would like to ask, are there any suspicious persons outside the headquarters in Shanghai in recent days? "Hashimoto sat upright on his chair, looking like I was the protagonist.
Liu Changchuan doesn't care either. It would be better if you are willing to come forward. I will quietly hide behind and watch your performance.
After Dongchuan Xionger pondered for a while, he gathered the store clerks together and asked them one by one. As a citizen of the Japanese Empire, he took this matter very seriously. The anti-Japanese elements dared to assassinate the imperial officers and would never be forgiven.
"There is a suspicious person." At this time, the fat chef in the back kitchen stood up.
"Who is it?" Higashikawa Kumaji and Hashimoto Shi asked anxiously.
The fat chef shook his head and said: "There is an old beggar who has been begging in our area these days. It seems that he came here this morning. I gave him a bun, but he disappeared after 5 o'clock.
"Yes, yes, damn, I remembered. There is such an old beggar. I'm sorry for the empire." Dongchuan Xiong Er yelled and slapped himself hard. He felt that he was an idiot. He made a mistake and was deceived by the old beggar.
Liu Changchuan curled his lips. He knew without thinking that the old beggar was either a squirrel or one of his subordinates dressed as a squirrel. He was targeting Shiro Nakajima's car. As soon as he left the gate of the Shanghai headquarters, he immediately notified the military commander and the two killers to do the killing. Be prepared.
Just when Liu Changchuan and Shige Hashimoto were about to report back to the Special High School, they saw a group of people from No. 76 walking in. Hey, they were still old acquaintances.
"Brother Wen, why are you here?" Liu Changchuan stepped forward and said hello.
Wen Fengan smiled and stepped forward and replied: "Like you, we were notified on the 76th to investigate clues about Shiro Nakajima's death. The homicide director attaches great importance to this matter."
"Brother Wen, I remember that you are serving in the security brigade, why are you also on the field?"
Liu Changchuan found it baffling that the No. 76 Guard Brigade, whose main duty was to protect the security of the secret service headquarters, would not go out into the field.
"I was transferred to the Fourth Brigade to follow Captain Wan. It is impossible to make meritorious service in the Guard Brigade, and there is no chance of promotion." Wen Fengan took out a cigarette and handed one to Liu Changchuan.
"Brother Wen has rich experience. Who do you think did it?" Liu Changchuan took the cigarette and lit it, and asked casually.
"It goes without saying that this kind of life-threatening game must be done by the military commander." Wen Fengan didn't hesitate at all.
"Brother Wen makes sense. Well, I'll leave first. You can ask the chef here that there is an old beggar who is an important suspect." Liu Changchuan waved to Hashimoto Shi and walked out of Yipinxian Restaurant.
