"One drum is made for war. Two drums are used to tighten the shirt. Three drums are used to unsheath the sword..."
Zuo Zhong was humming randomly in the office. Ever since Dai Chunfeng accepted his suggestion, all the agents in the Secret Service were extremely happy. After all, they could make money legally. There are no secrets in the Secret Service. Who convinced everyone? All understood.
The heads and heads of various departments also came to show their faces. In the past, they would also save some funds, but this is different from Dai Chunfeng's permission. It was risky before, but it was not as happy as it is now.
When you are in a good mood, your work efficiency is high. The screams of the spy in the interrogation room were extremely loud, and Wu Chunyang, the money-giving boy, sneaked in again.
"Section Chief, the Operations Section sent another sum of money. This is the property of the leaker involved in the case. The brothers below each received 500 yuan, and each section chief received 5,000 yuan, which I exchanged for you in U.S. dollars. "
How good is this? Zuo Zhong looked at the thick pile of U.S. dollars in worry and felt that it was necessary to buy a safe. It was not safe to keep this money on him.
Suddenly thinking of something, Zuo Zhong asked: "How is the security work at Miss He's place? Don't let anything happen. She is now the most important witness."
Wu Chunyang grimaced: "I was just about to tell you that the department has found a small house to house Miss He, but Miss He is clamoring to see you. The brothers in the Action Department know that you have a good relationship with her. Do you think?"
The relationship is good, just a simple working relationship. Zuo Zhong then thought about it and went to check it out. He owes his fortune to her. When drinking water, don't forget the man who dug the well.
"Okay, take me to have a look." Zuo Zhong stood up and put on his coat: "By the way, are we so poor in our department? We used to borrow cars from the mobile department, but now we are reduced to using rickshaws. Do you want me to walk down there? , I am also a section chief after all."
Zuo Zhong was feeling unhappy as he said it. Before, Zhao Lijun was here, but he had no use for the car; if Zhao Lijun left, he still had no use for the car, so Zhao Lijun left for nothing.
Wu Chunyang puffed up his chest and said, "No way, section chief. After Zhao Lijun left, Corey's cars were picked up by the General Affairs Section for maintenance. We were just notified today to pick up the cars, and there are two more Ford cars."
Bah, what a bunch of dogs. It might have been Tang Zong's trick to take away the car before, but Tang Zong took the car and didn't return it. Now he knows his own tricks and is scared.
This new car is extraordinary. Sitting in the new Buick, Zuo Zhong feels the smooth leather seat cushions, which are more comfortable than the old Chevrolet in the previous mobility department.
Wu Chunyang, who was driving in front, drove the car very fast. When he encountered pedestrians blocking the road, he waved his pistol, scaring the crowd and leaving Zuo Zhong stunned.
After reacting, Zuo Zhong angrily yelled: "Wu Chunyang, what are you doing, put your gun away for me."
Wu Chunyang said aggrievedly: "Now our secret service has made a name for itself in Jinling City, and everyone drives like this."
Zuo Zhong was speechless. It turned out that he had something to do with it. Thinking about it, after arresting so many party, government and military officials, the Secret Service was now in a fierce state, and it was inevitable that it would act tyrannically.
After thinking about it, Zuo Zhong felt that he should have a good talk with Wu Chunyang to save him from getting into trouble and take the blame himself.
Zuo Chong said earnestly: "Chunyang, our secret service has only had a few good days. How many people are staring at us. What would you do if you met a relative of the emperor today?"
After Wu Chunyang muttered, but the speed of the car slowed down a lot, he finally listened. Zuo Zhong finally understood why the Secret Service was so miserable after the cheap teacher crashed into the mountain.
The Buick parked outside a new-style house. Wu Chunyang got out of the car and helped Zuo Zhong open the door, and Zuo Zhong walked out in a swaggering manner.
The special agent who was on alert nearby was dressed as a newspaper seller. When he saw someone coming, he wanted to come over and ask questions, but he quickly retreated when he saw that it was a smiling tiger.
"This house is nice. Did you buy it from here?" Zuo Zhong was a little surprised when he looked at the decent-looking small foreign-style building.
"The office can't afford it. It is said to be the foreign residence of an official involved in the case. The General Affairs Department asked the office for instructions and treated this place as a safe place." Wu Chunyang said about the rumors he heard.
Zuo Zhong felt that it was a great loss. He was an investigator of the Japanese espionage case and was also in danger. If he had known it, he would have asked Dai Chunfeng to live in a safe place. He could have saved a lot in a month.
Wu Chunyang knocked on the door, and a female agent opened the door cautiously. When she saw Zuo Zhong outside the door, her expression was stunned. She obviously knew him.
Zuo Zhong also recognized it. Isn't this a student from Class C of the special training class? He had the impression that his mobility skills were good, but he didn't expect that he had already started working in the field.
"Instructor, please come in." The female agent quickly opened the door.
Wu Chunyang asked Zuo Zhong to go in first, and then said with a proud look on his face: "Instructor, now the head of the investigation section, you are not well informed."
The female agent took a breath, it was too scary, but then she thought about it, this is a good thing, she is also considered a student of Zuo Zhong, and she is somewhat in love.
The female agent diligently poured two cups of coffee, then with a smile on her face, she ran and jumped upstairs to invite He Yijun to come down.
Zuo Zhong wanted to laugh when he saw it. He was flattering Dai Chunfeng, and his subordinates were flattering him. As expected, the flattery was endless.
Twenty minutes later.
Zuo Zhong always felt that women took an infinite amount of time to put on makeup. Today it turned out to be true. Even a hero like He Yijun was like this. It had been a long time since he had seen anyone do it.
Seeing that Zuo Zhong was getting a little irritated by waiting, Wu Chunyang grinned: "Section Chief, it is said that women should look good to please themselves. You are really blessed."
? ? Zuo Zhong said seriously: "Don't talk nonsense. Miss He and I are innocent. If you ruin Miss He's reputation, see how I deal with you."
Damn, this is getting more and more evil as it spreads.
Zuo Zhong does appreciate He Yijun's bravery and wit, but does appreciation mean he likes it? Does liking mean we want to be together?
Maybe he will return to modern times at some point. If a little monkey appears, he, the gentleman Zuo Zhong, will be committing evil.
"Da da da" footsteps sounded on the stairs.
Zuo Zhong raised his head and looked at the stairs. Hiss, this woman is so damn beautiful. I didn't notice it before. He Yijun's appearance is still very impressive.
Also, what kind of place is Tangshan Sanatorium? The ordinary vulgar powder cannot be a waiter. Didn't Liao Ya also rely on her beauty to get in smoothly?
"Brother Zuo, thank you for coming to see me." He Yijun walked down the stairs and greeted Zuo Zhong gracefully.
"Oh, I just came to see if you are okay now. You will be free when the case is over." Zuo Zhong replied dryly.
The scene was a little awkward for a moment. Wu Chunyang and the female secretary were a little speechless. When you were an instructor, weren't you eloquent? Why are you mute now?
Zuo Zhong also felt that he was a bit of a straight man, so he forced a smile and prepared to say something.
But suddenly, Zuo Zhong's brows tightened. Starting from a few minutes ago, the hawking of take-out newspapers had stopped. Something was wrong. He signaled the three of them to stop talking.
The newspaper seller is a spy, not a real newspaper seller. Even if someone buys a newspaper, he won't wait too long. It's a bit strange that there has been no hawking for so long.
Zuo Zhong pulled out the PPK from his waist and loaded it lightly. Wu Chunyang and the female agent also took out their weapons and loaded the weapon very quietly.
He Yijun obediently covered her mouth and did not scream like the pig teammates in the TV series. Considering that she killed a cook with her bare hands, Zuo Zhong was not surprised.
The target of the other party must be He Yijun, this is certain, so she must be protected first. Zuo Zhong pointed at the female agent and then at He Yijun.
The female agent understood and quietly pulled He Yijun to the bottom of the stairs. She hid behind the stairs and aimed towards the door. Wu Chunyang silently pointed to the back door and then walked over quietly.
Zuo Zhong sat on the sofa and did not move. Although the position was dangerous, he could control the entire first floor from here.
He concentrated on feeling the sounds nearby. The surroundings were so quiet, even the sound of cars passing by was gone.
He Yijun looked anxiously at the unabashed Zuo Zhong. Zuo Zhong smiled and shook his head at her, indicating that he would be fine. He Yijun could only nod and retreated to the bottom of the stairs.
"Click."
Suddenly there was a very small sound of loading and the sound of deliberately suppressed footsteps behind the door. Zuo Zhong took a deep breath and stood up slowly.
Move left and use the standard CAR method to hold the gun and walk behind the door.
This was the first time in his life that he faced a life-and-death crisis. The people outside were here to kill him. It was a life-and-death battle. Zuo Zhong knew it very well.
For some reason, Zuo Zhong was not afraid, but a little excited, as if he had been waiting for this scene for many years.
There was suddenly no movement outside. Sweat slowly flowed from his forehead into Zuo Zhong's eyes. His eyes hurt. He couldn't wait any longer. The opponent was preparing to launch an attack.
Zuo Zhong lowered the muzzle of the gun and exhaled, aiming at the door one meter above the ground, and pulled the trigger continuously without hesitation.
"Pah, pah, pah, pah..."
Zuo Zhong emptied the seven bullets in the magazine in one breath, and immediately rolled and hid by the door regardless of whether he was hit or not.
The next moment, the door was turned into a light-transmitting sieve, and two different gunshots rang out from the back door.
But soon, everyone in the front and back of the house became quiet. Zuo Zhong controlled his trembling hands and loaded the new magazine.
The other party must not have expected the exchange of fire just now. Now I am afraid that they are in a dilemma.
This is not outside the city. Although they control the outside, how long can they control it? With such fierce gunfire, the garrison, secret service, secret service headquarters, and police in Jinling City are not deaf.
"Section Chief, I'm fine."
This was Wu Chunyang's voice. Although it was a bit difficult, at least he was not dead yet. Zuo Zhong breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he had developed feelings after getting along with him these days.
"People in the room, listen, we are from the Jinling Police Department. As long as you put down your guns, we will guarantee your safety."
Zuo Zhong smiled contemptuously. This was an insult to his own IQ. Zuo Zhong looked down on those pot-bellied policemen at Jinling Police Station. I'm afraid they even forgot how to shoot.
Zuo Zhong signaled the female agent to take up her position. The female agent nodded and used the "left-style" shooting method to move to Zuo Zhong's position.
Zuo Zhong took off his leather shoes, bent down and quietly climbed up the stairs to the second floor.
When he reached the second floor, Zuo Chong pressed his head against the window and looked down.
Oh, there were indeed several gunmen in police uniforms blocking the door, and there were two dead people on the ground. His unreasonable shooting just now killed two of them, and there were still four people left on the other side.
The agent selling the newspaper and two other people fell on the roadside, with blood all over the ground. They must have died. What a waste. They were all taken care of without even a single warning.
There was no one on the street. It seemed that everyone was scared away by the gunfire. The other party could just kill them and escape without any scruples.
The people at the front door must be dealt with first. There are still many people at the back door. It is too dangerous for Wu Chunyang to be alone. After thinking for a while, Zuo Zhong made a decision.
