June 26, morning, 8:18.
The cruise ship "Blue Tulip" flying the flag of the British Empire slowly docked at the port.
A large number of Shanghai residents, who came to pick up their relatives and friends, came early in the morning to greet the cruise ship from Hong Kong.
Several Japanese spies have been monitoring the crowd, hoping to find something.
On the other side, are several Chinese agents.
The two groups have long been "familiar".
They would appear at a fixed place at a fixed time every day, and they all knew each other's identities.
The water from the well does not interfere with the water from the river.
The job of a spy is not like what outsiders think. Once you meet someone, you have to fight to the death. In fact, more often than not, everyone lives in peace, unless ordered by superiors to fight to the death.
Here, whether they are Chinese or Japanese spies, they are all low-level spies. Who will control Shanghai and what the future situation will be are matters for the superiors to consider, and they have nothing to do with them.
Such is the case with Kishida Toshihiro.
He has been in Shanghai for two years. He has been promoted once and has not made any achievements. He is responsible for monitoring the port every day. It is a luxury to get a new task.
He insisted on this job not because of how loyal he was to the Japanese Empire, but because this job could bring him a stable salary and allow him to send money back to Japan every month.
Japan's economic situation is very poor. His wife, who had not worked for a long time, also went out to find a job last year to support her two children and her father, who already suffered from Alzheimer's disease.
My salary accounts for a large part of the family income.
Kishida Toshihiro would not allow anything to happen to him, otherwise how would his wife, children, and father live?
Last time, he was accidentally assigned to arrest a military agent. A gun battle broke out between the two sides. Kishida Toshihiro huddled in the back, just for fear that the bullet would hit him.
As a result, he was severely reprimanded by his boss for this.
Not every Japanese is willing to die heroically for His Majesty the Emperor and the Yamato nation.
After all the passengers on the "Blue Tulip" disembarked, their morning mission was completed.
Go back and report, then wait for lunch.
Take a nap, there will be two ships coming in the afternoon.
They would come to the dock again and work until 4:30, then go back and report, and the day's work would be considered over.
I was able to spend another day peacefully.
"Fan Laozhen!"
Suddenly, someone yelled, and his tone was a bit ferocious.
Kishida Toshihiro was indifferent.
However, something unexpected happened.
Several big men in shorts rushed forward and grabbed Kishida Toshihiro by the collar: "Fan Laozhen, you still want to hide when you see me?"
"Sir, you have mistaken the person." Toshihiro Kishida hurriedly said in pure Chinese: "I am not Fan Laozhen."
With a "pop" sound, a slap fell heavily on his face.
Kishida Toshihiro was completely confused: "You guys, what are you doing!"
Several of his companions also hurriedly gathered around: "What are you doing? Why are you beating people?"
"Hey, are there any helpers?"
The face of the big man who hit the person darkened: "Damn it, how dare you not pay back the money I owe to 'Wuyi Tang'? Who gave you this courage? Hit me, hit me!"
Not only these few people, but also a dozen big men suddenly rushed out of the crowd nearby, surrounding Kishida Toshihiro and beating them up.
The surroundings suddenly became chaotic.
"Don't do it, don't do it!"
Although Kishida Toshihiro was humiliated, he still tried his best to scream loudly.
"Um!"
Suddenly, Kishida Toshihiro groaned.
There was a huge pain in his stomach.
He looked down and saw a sharp knife stabbed in his stomach.
He grabbed a person next to him and let out a painful cry:
"Help me, help me."
But then, he received another critical blow on his head.
Kishida Rihiro fell to the ground.
"Killing, killing!"
Someone made a shrill cry.
"Let's go."
The man who led the beating and called himself "Five Yitang" whispered.
In an instant, the people he brought with him left the scene in a hurry.
"Leho, Leeho, hold on, hold on."
In his ears, the voice of his companion came.
It hurts so much. Am I going to die?
Kishida Toshihiro's mind began to become blurry.
I can't die, I still have a wife, children, and a father.
I want to live, I must live.
However, the signs of life were leaving him little by little.
"What's going on, what's going on?"
Several patrolmen showed up.
"He was beaten inexplicably and then stabbed."
Kishida Rihiro's companion said quickly.
"Where's the guy who stabbed him?"
"Ran."
"Run away?" The patrolman glanced at the corpse on the ground coldly: "Bring all the living and dead to the patrol room. I want to interrogate them slowly!"
Several Japanese agents were taken away.
Toshihiro Kishida is dead.
No one cares about his wife and child's father in Japan.
It was nothing more than the death of an insignificant little spy.
Who cares? So many people die every day on the battlefield.
If Japan is like this, why not China?
A low-level spy, who treats you as a human being?
Yuan Zhonghe witnessed everything that happened before his eyes.
That was the person Director Meng asked Old Master Jinghu to transfer.
Why do you still see blood and kill people?
Yuan Zhonghe smiled bitterly, why bother.
Wouldn't it be enough to drive away these Japanese spies?
Passengers on the "Blue Tulip" began to disembark.
Passengers disembarked one after another, either leaving on their own or being taken away by friends and family.
Most of the guests left.
After waiting for a while, more than thirty foreigners finally appeared.
Thirty-five people in total.
The leader was a bearded man in his fifties with blond curly hair.
Yuan Zhonghe immediately came forward with his translator: "Mr. Davis from Hong Kong Wanguo Trading Company?"
Spoken in English.
The bearded man spoke fluent English: "No, I am Mr. Davis from Planto Bank."
"You came down late."
"It's only five minutes late."
"But I heard that you foreigners are the most punctual."
"There are always exceptions, sir."
The code matched.
Yuan Zhonghe raised his hand, and an unexpected scene appeared for "Mr. Davis".
On the pier, coolies carrying sandbags, hawkers soliciting business, and unemployed vagrants who didn't look like good people all gathered around.
"Mr. Davis" and his companions were startled, and some even got into a fighting stance.
"Don't be afraid, they are all our people." Yuan Zhonghe said immediately: "They are protecting you from entering the safe area."
"Mr. Davis" was relieved.
"Plan Zod begins, evacuate!"
Following Yuan Zhonghe's order, all military agents began to take action.
A group of agents controlled the perimeter.
Twenty or so agents, obviously armed, were vigilantly monitoring the surroundings.
What makes "Mr. Davis" and his companions find it even more unbelievable is that there are actually more than a dozen patrolmen driving away some unrelated people nearby.
"Who are they?" "Mr. Davis" asked curiously.
"Patrol, the characteristic of the public concession, you are called the police." Yuan Zhonghe replied as he walked.
"Do the police also listen to you?"
"Yes, Chinese police, European police, American police, as long as they are in the public concession."
"I saw a lot of people?"
"Yes, in order to protect you, we mobilized a large number of manpower. Together with peripheral members and auxiliary surveillance and intelligence personnel, more than 200 people participated in the operation."
"God." "Mr. Davis" murmured, "Thank you so much."
"No, our Director Meng has said that it is you who should be grateful." Yuan Zhonghe smiled: "You have traveled thousands of miles to defend our country. If you lose even one hair, Director Meng will kill me." .”
"Mr. Davis" soon learned that the Chinese man was telling the truth.
From inside the dock to outside the dock, military reunification agents can be seen everywhere.
As soon as they went out, the two people who were smoking immediately threw away their cigarettes, stood up, took out a small red flag, and waved it vigorously a few times.
Immediately, two cars roared over.
"Mr. Davis" was a little embarrassed: "There are thirty-five of us in total. There are a few people on our way who are in bad health after traveling long distances. Let them go in cars while I and the others walk."
Yuan Zhonghe smiled again: "Mr. Davis, you are guests. There is no reason to let guests walk. We are here to help us clear the way. The car to pick you up will be there in a moment. I just want to make you a prisoner for once."
Prisoner?
"Mr. Davis" soon understood.
Six patrol house prison vans appeared.
The person driving the car and the person sitting in the passenger seat are really patrol officers.
Especially the first prison car, which was actually headed by Detective Ross from the Jing'an Temple prison cell.
"Six people per van, please, Mr. Davis."
"Ah, I didn't expect that I would become a prisoner on the first day I came to Shanghai." "Mr. Davis" couldn't help but laugh: "Sir, this is my first time riding in a prison car."
In each prison car, two armed agents have been assigned.
Each man had a submachine gun, and a machine gun was set up in the prison car.
"Mr. Davis" exclaimed, "How much energy does Director Meng have in Shanghai? Can he mobilize so much power?"
Everyone got on the bus.
The prison car immediately made a sharp whistle and roared away...
…
"Captain, where is the prison car?"
The famous thief "Monkey" in Shanghai was caught by the police because of his bad luck in his fourth year. He looked around and couldn't help but ask.
"Prison car? What a prison car, come back with us!"
"Ah?" Guan Si shouted, looking at his handcuffs and shackles: "It's several miles away, you want me to walk back like this?"
"Why are there so many fucking bullshit?" The patrol captain pushed the bicycle over and connected Guan Si to his bicycle with a rope: "Let's go, I'll drag you away if you don't move!"
It's really evil.
There were two prison vans in the Jing'an Temple prison cell, and they left early in the morning. I heard that the prison van at the nearby arrest house was also seconded.
With such a huge formation and so many prison cars, what big case is this being handled?
