Kuroki Asada straightened her clothes in the mirror.
It has been some time since I took office in Wuhan.
He is not only the director of the Hankou Japanese Concession Municipal Office, but also has another identity:
Supervisor of the Hankou Agency.
Wuhan, as an important city in China, has always been a city that the empire attaches special importance to.
But compared to Shanghai, Wuhan’s secret service is obviously not particularly conspicuous.
Kuroki Asada once wrote a report to his superiors, commenting in detail on the differences between the Shanghai and Wuhan secret services.
In his opinion, there are many secret service agencies in Shanghai and competition is fierce, so no one dares to neglect them.
And what about Wuhan?
There is only one secret service agency affiliated with the Army, and there is no competition, so those agents are living too comfortably.
It was this report with a unique perspective, coupled with the previous troubles with Ichikawa Yuma, that made his superiors decide that he would take over Ichikawa Yuma's position and organize the Hankou secret service.
Today is the time for the visiting delegation to arrive. The task assigned to him by the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau is to take the delegation to see the development of the Japanese Concession in Hankou in order to leave a good impression on them.
"Your Excellency, Director, the delegation's train will arrive in three hours. The reporters are already waiting for you outside."
"Okay, I'll go out right away. I must try to publicize the delegation's visit to the concession and the substantial development it has achieved."
Lying on the roof, Lu Qinghong assembled the 1924.
This is the perfect angle.
Next to him is deputy shooter and observer Tan Xinyi.
Although the two people often have conflicts and quarrels, they always put aside these personal grudges temporarily whether they are training or performing tasks.
Tan Xinyi held up the telescope and carefully observed the front.
The Hankou Japanese Concession Industry Bureau saw clearly.
Many reporters have already arrived, specially invited by the Japanese.
I heard that a murder occurred in the Japanese Concession some time ago, and a French detective disappeared, which greatly damaged the image of the Japanese.
This visiting delegation came under the banner of jointly developing the concession.
Therefore, this is also an excellent opportunity for the Japanese to repair their image.
However, they would never have imagined that here, the deadly gun was already aimed at the target.
Tan Xinyi took out the photo and looked at it carefully...
"Whatever you do, you must dress neatly."
Meng Shaoyuan glanced at Nasri, who looked numb and confused next to him in the car, and said with satisfaction.
At this time, Nasri was wearing a brand new suit. At first glance, there was no sign that he had any mental problems.
"Look at me, Nasri." Meng Shaoyuan said suddenly.
Nasri turned and looked at the other man blankly.
"What's on my face?"
"beard……"
"It's Rendanhu. What other features do I have on my face?"
"Scar, a very deep scar."
Meng Shaoyuan touched his face, as if there was a real scar on it: "What is my name?"
"Sakai Kiya."
"Why do you know me?"
"I was kidnapped and ran away...you, rescued me...give me food, give me a gun..."
Meng Shaoyuan nodded.
He knew that the words he deliberately wanted Nasri to remember were deeply engraved in his mind.
A mentally ill person is extremely easy to be controlled by others.
And what I have to do is to take the trouble to tell him what he needs to remember over and over again...
Kuroki Asada walked out of the Ministry of Industry Bureau.
The spotlights in the reporters' hands flashed instantly.
Kuroki Asada smiled and waved, very cooperative with reporters.
"Director Kuroki, this time the Japanese delegation came to the Japanese Concession in Hankou..."
Question after question was thrown out.
Kuroki Asada answered carefully.
"Mr. Kuroki, can you evaluate your predecessor?"
Suddenly, another question was thrown out.
That's what a French reporter asked.
Kuroki Asada had long expected that there would be similar problems, so he didn't look angry at all: "I have nothing more to say about my predecessor, Director Ichikawa. He worked conscientiously for the Japanese Concession..."
"True north, down five, target found... target confirmed..."
Tan Xinyi held the telescope and remained motionless.
Lu Qinghong suppressed the bullet, opened the safety, and pointed the scope forward: "True north, down five, confirm the target..."
"Wind speed seven, correction two points to the left."
Lu Qinghong kept adjusting.
The muzzle of death is already aimed at the target...
"Go ahead, you're free."
Meng Shaoyuan patted Nasri on the shoulder and gave him a strong hint.
Nasri didn't say anything, mechanically opened the door and walked out...
"It is a rumor that the French who were killed in the Japanese Concession were harmed by the Japanese."
Kuroki Asada is impassioned...
Kuroki Asada!
Must die!
Standing in the crowd, Nasri kept thinking of these words in his mind.
Kuroki Asada must die!
He took out his revolver and acted as if no one was watching.
A man next to him turned his head and saw it, and screamed in surprise.
Unfortunately, his voice was drowned out by the noisy crowd.
Nasri was completely indifferent, pushed aside the crowd, and strode out.
"Kuroki Asada!"
He shouted loudly in English.
In an instant, the surrounding atmosphere completely solidified.
In less than a second.
"Kuroki Asada, must die!"
Nasri roared and pulled the trigger in his hand...
Lu Qinghong pulled the trigger in his hand.
The bullet rushed out of the gun chamber like lightning...
Kuroki Asada fell into a pool of blood.
In his heart, large streams of blood poured out.
It was chaotic, the scene was completely chaotic.
The crowd screamed in horror.
Nasri fired three shots.
Patrol officers rushed out and subdued Nasri before he was about to pull the trigger a fourth time.
He was pinned to the ground and couldn't move at all.
But he didn't care at all, he was still mumbling:
"Kuroki Asada, must survive... Kuroki Asada, must die..."
"Oh my God, this is Inspector Nasri!"
A French reporter recognized him.
All the spotlights flashed crazily at Nasri on the ground...
"retreat."
Lu Qinghong calmly disassembled the gun, put it into the cello case, and then quickly left the building with Tan Xinyi.
Now, the people below are in a mess, and no one would have thought that the fatal bullet was shot from here...
Meng Shaoyuan smiled.
He watched Kuroki Asada fall with his own eyes, and watched those people become a mess.
His own inspiration caused everything in front of him.
The Japanese will check, but what can they find?
A madman?
And the ramblings of a madman?
Or is it the so-called "Sakai Kiya" with a nendan beard and a deep, deep scar on his face?
Goodbye, Wuhan.
Meng Shaoyuan quickly started his car.
