"Quicksand" knew that he had been shot, but he was not dead yet. He did not want to be arrested by Agent 76 Headquarters and sentenced to death.
They used all their strength to gently raise their arms. When the agents of No. 76 saw the good guy, they still had the strength to hold the gun. Without saying a word, they started shooting directly at "Quicksand".
Liu Changchuan felt heavy when he saw this scene from a distance, but he still stood up quickly, yelled and rushed over with Kogoro and Hashimoto Shi.
"How could there be a gun in Quicksand?" Liu Changchuan shouted softly while looking at "Quixa" lying on the ground without breathing.
"Who knows, there's something weird about this thing." Wu Bao walked over with a very ugly face.
He is the captain of the security brigade and the security director of this banquet. If nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely take responsibility.
"Hmph, you immediately lead the people to search the hotel thoroughly. Don't miss any details. Control the hotel service staff. If anything goes wrong again, I will blame you." At this time, Li Qun came over with an evil look on his face. He scolded Wu Bao angrily.
"It's the director, I'll do it right away." Wu Bao swallowed and hurriedly ordered his men to gather the people.
"Hey, what is this, team leader?" Hashimoto Shi, a smart guy, rummaged around on "Quixa" for a while, then cut open a piece of paper in the seam of his clothes with a knife and took out a piece of paper.
"No, why did "Quixa" hide the note on his body?" Liu Changchuan's heart trembled, and he secretly cursed Hashimoto Shi, the bitch, for looking for trouble.
"Let me take a look." Li Qun hurriedly came over to take a look, and Liu Changchuan also looked down at the contents of the note.
"Damn quicksand." Li Qun cursed loudly after reading the contents of the note.
When Liu Changchuan saw the content of the note, he sighed that Quicksand was really a strong man. He was worthy of being an intellectual who had gone to university and studied abroad. There was a poem written on the note, well... Wen Tianxiang's patriotic ancient poem.
After all the hardships, only a few stars were scattered around.
The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind flutters and the catkins float, and the life experience is ups and downs.
Afraid to say panic on the beach, sigh alone in the ocean.
Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history.
What an agent is doing makes people feel uncomfortable.
Liu Changchuan has the utmost respect for "Quick Sand". He is a cultured and sentimental agent who is truly better than him.
"Team leader, what I saw was incoherent. Is this important information?" Hashimoto looked a little excited. This was what he found.
"I'm not sure yet. Put the paper away. I suspect that Quicksand is using ancient poems to convey information to his own people."
"Give me the note, and I'll have the Intelligence Department break it down word for word." Li Qun said coldly.
"That's what Director Li said." Liu Changchuan hurriedly took out his white gloves from his pocket and put them on, then took the paper from Hashimoto Shi and handed it to Zhang Qi, the secretary next to Li Qun.
"Brother Liu, what do you mean?" Zhang Qi's face turned dark. Although he is only a secretary, he has seen a lot and knows a lot about secret agents. You just handed it to me without even confirming whether there is any poison in the paper.
"Sorry Secretary Zhang." Liu Changchuan put the paper on the table and gave the gloves to Zhang Qi.
Hashimoto was confused. What are you doing? Isn’t it just a piece of paper?
"Hashimoto, the team leader is worried that there is poison in the paper, which was found on the murderer." Kogoro whispered to Hashimoto.
After a moment, Hashimoto stood up and ran towards the bathroom.
"What does Hashimoto want to do?" Mieko, who came over to join in the fun, asked with a confused look on her face.
"He went to wash his hands." Masako Minami said without even raising his head.
She was now wearing gloves and touching around "Quixa"'s body, even taking off "Quixa's" shoes.
She didn't expect that when she attended a cocktail party, she would encounter an assassination attempt by a surrendered member of the military. The world is really big and full of surprises. Hmph... Huang Gengshu died, and the head of the Finance Department of the City Hall also suffered disaster. Even a follower of the representative of the Mei Agency was shot by a stray bullet. He died on the spot.
"Miezi, please call back to the Special Higher Education Department immediately to report the matter to the section chief." Liu Changchuan ordered Miezi.
Such a big thing happened at the reception, and he had to report it to Masago Yoshimoto.
"I'll be there right away." Miezi hurriedly looked for the phone.
"Hey, I didn't expect Liusha's surrender to be an assassination attempt." Li Qun muttered with his eyes narrowed.
"Huh, Director Li, you have to give the Mei Agency an explanation." Major Qian Heng, the representative of the Mei Agency, came over and shouted in a low voice with an angry look on his face.
"Yes, Director Li, you are not interesting enough, are you too...?"
"Brother Li, I have something to do and I have to go back to Jinling first to say goodbye." The Jinling representative's face was as heavy as water.
Liu Changchuan watched Li Qun nod and bow down to the big bosses attending the banquet, and his heart burst into laughter. You, you bitch, are here too.
Hum, this matter is enough for you to drink a pot. These people came to the drinking party to give you face. Now it's better, even Huang Gengshu is dead.
Half an hour later, Masago Yoshimoto rushed over with two of his subordinates from the Special High School. He was extremely surprised when he received a call from Mieko. "Quicksand" went on a killing spree at the reception, even killing Huang Gengshu, who was extremely loyal to the empire.
Where did the "Quicksand" gun come from? Is there a mole on No. 76, or is someone at the banquet secretly in contact with Yamashiro?
"Section Chief, you are here. Liu Changchuan and three of his men hurried forward to pay their respects."
"Tell me carefully what's going on?" Yoshimoto Masago didn't go to Li Qun. He had to understand the situation first.
"That's it, Liusha shot Mayor Huang first...Liu Changchuan waved his arms and spoke passionately, telling Masago Yoshimoto the whole process.
"What does the content on the paper mean?" Masago Yoshimoto asked after hearing the clues found from "Quicksand".
"An ancient patriotic poem." Minami Masako came over and bowed to explain.
"Masako, you're actually here to attend the reception?" Masago Yoshimoto really didn't expect to meet Masako Minamizo here.
"It's senior. I was entrusted by the Military Police to come and take a look." Masako Minamizo replied very respectfully.
Yoshimoto Masako was quite satisfied with Minami Masako's attitude. He said a few more words to her and walked towards Li Qun. He had to discuss with Li Qun how "Quick Sand" brought the guns in.
Security at the reception was strict, and no one could easily bring a pistol into the banquet hall except for oneself. Either there was a problem within the headquarters of Agent 76, or the guests or hotel staff had insiders in the military. This matter must be strictly investigated and not disclosed. If the mole is found, there will be trouble in the future. In fact, what he is most worried about is that the people who surrender to the empire will loosen their hearts. If that happens, it will not be good for the empire to rule Shanghai.
"Have you guys eaten enough?" Liu Changchuan did not follow Masago Yoshimoto. He had to lead a few of his subordinates to cooperate with No. 76 and the gendarmerie in searching the hotel.
"You've seen blood, how can you be in the mood to eat." Miezi shook her head.
This was the first time she saw a dead person who was shot dead. She used to be just a clerk in Bingcheng. When she came to Shanghai Special High School to join the investigation team, she was essentially a clerk. How could she have imagined that she would encounter such a big thing at a banquet.
