At the Shanghai Navy Pier, Zuo Zhong was bidding farewell to Zhu Jiahua and Sekter. Although they had only been in contact for two days, Sekter was keenly aware that China did not lack outstanding soldiers and talents. For example, Zuo Zhong and his men were no better than Wagner. They are poor.
Sekter put on a general's military uniform today and wore single-frame glasses: "Zuo, I appreciate your professionalism and aggressiveness, but I still think that special police are not suitable for you. Men should go to real battlefields and fight bravely. Face death.”
Zuo Zhong smiled and shook his head: "General Sekter, everyone has their own responsibility. My responsibility is to sniff out the enemies in the darkness. My country needs assassins walking in the darkness."
Intelligence comes first in modern warfare. No country will give up on the intelligence battlefield. Once a breakthrough is achieved in intelligence warfare, the benefits will be huge. This has been proven countless times in the history of war.
Sekter looked at him for a while and nodded silently. Everyone who was willing to contribute silently to the country was worthy of respect. This made his attitude towards people engaged in intelligence work slightly change.
In his original impression, the people who conducted intelligence work were either ruthless butchers or neurotic chicken farmers. In addition to using torture and violence, they were only insidious and despicable. It was a shame for them to wear military uniforms.
Now he seems to understand that there are many people who do not do this job just to vent their violence. There are also patriots among them. Of course, he still thinks that the army is the perfect destination for these warriors.
Zhu Jiahua said nothing on the side, thinking about the conversation between Sekter and Zuo Zhong. As a scholar, he was very disgusted with spy activities. This can be considered a glorious history. Jin Yiwei has been scolded for hundreds of years.
But without the assistance of the Secret Service this time, could he and Sekter leave Shanghai smoothly? Probably not. After Zuo Zhong’s explanation, he knew how much effort the Japanese had put in, not to mention the efforts of some people in the concession. Secret collusion.
Once he dies, cooperation between China and Germany will inevitably come to a standstill. This does not make Zhu Jiahua feel good about himself, because only relying on his good relationships in all walks of life in German society can China and Germany build a bridge of communication with each other, which is very important.
Sekter and Zhu Jiahua each had their own thoughts. A naval captain stepped off the gunboat. This was a small gunboat of more than 200 tons. It was very suitable for traveling on rivers and rivers. It had enough firepower to protect the two of them as they headed to Lushan Mountain to meet. Bald.
"Mr. Zhu, general, it's time to set off." The navy captain asked for instructions.
Sekter and Zhu Jiahua nodded, said goodbye to Zuo Zhong and walked onto the gunboat through the trestle. Soon the gunboat blew its whistle several times and slowly left the dock. Mr. Zhu stood on the deck and waved, and Zuo Zhong responded solemnly. received a military salute.
Zhu Jiahua is already several decades old. Why did he risk his life and work so hard to come to Shanghai? Is it for fame? Is it for profit? Of course not, he wanted to increase the chances of winning for the country and nation in future wars.
Watching the gunboat slowly move upriver, Zuo Zhong turned around and walked towards his men. Gu Qi took a few steps forward and asked in a low voice: "Section Chief, the mission in Shanghai is over, where should we go next."
Zuo Zhong glanced at both sides of the magical Huangpu River and got into the back seat of the car without saying anything. Gu Qi quickly followed. He didn't know what Zuo Zhong meant. Did the next task have to be kept secret from him, the deputy section chief?
The convoy started, but did not drive towards the city. Gu Qi looked at Zuo Zhong, who had his eyes closed to rest, and said nothing. Since Zuo Zhong didn't say anything, there must be a reason, so he also closed his eyes.
The car swayed on the gravel road for a while, and passed left and right on the stone road for a while. When Gu Qi woke up, it was already noon. He looked out the window at the scenery of the Jiangnan water town and was a little confused.
"Section Chief, where is this?"
Zuo Zhong also took a nap and felt more energetic. He opened the car window and let the wind blow in. The cold wind suddenly woke up the people in the car. Gucci wrapped himself in a coat. As people get older, they are afraid of the cold.
"This is Jiaxing. After getting off the bus, please tell everyone to cheer up and don't let the brothers in East China look down upon." Zuo Zhong moved his body. After sitting in the car for several hours, his whole body was almost stiff.
Jiaxing? Gu Qi went through it in his mind. The Secret Service does not have a fixed station here, and he has not heard of any important events happening here recently. The section chief is so mysterious. It seems that this Jiaxing mission is not simple.
The convoy quickly drove into Jiaxing City and continued to drive along the road beside the lake. Zuo Zhong looked at the lake on the right and remembered something. This seemed to be the birthplace of the underground party.
He thought a lot for a while. Before his rebirth, it happened to be the eve of the centenary celebration. He didn't know what kind of grand scene it would be. Zuo Zhong wanted to witness all this with his own eyes. He counted the years and gave up. , or think about something realistic.
Soon the car drove into an alley. Gu Qi took a look at the fruit stall at the intersection. If he saw it correctly, it was a surveillance point. The staffing and location selection were all in the style of the Secret Service.
Zuo Zhong put on his coat, got a haircut in front of the car window and said, "You read that right, that's from East China. The target has been a bit uneasy recently."
Gu Qi understood. It seemed that this visit was not a sanction mission, but rather to protect someone. However, he could not think of any important people in Jiaxing who needed this level of protection.
As the motorcade arrived, some young men in Chinese tunic suits appeared on both sides of the lane. They looked at the motorcade warily. The intelligence agents in the car noticed something was wrong and put their hands on their weapons.
Gu Qi wanted to say something, but Zuo Zhong waved his hand. The target had suffered such a big blow. It was understandable to be sensitive. East China District's reaction was still very professional. It was better to be vigilant.
The car finally stopped at the door of a two-story villa, and a middle-aged man walked out with two men. He smiled when he looked at Zuo Zhong in the car, and stepped forward to greet him.
Zuo Zhong also quickly got out of the car and stretched out his right hand from a distance: "Oh, long time no see!"
The middle-aged man held his hand tightly and shook it vigorously: "It's a great honor for us in East China District to have Chief Zuo come here."
Gu Qi saw the two people greeting each other familiarly, and when he heard the conversation again, he naturally understood that this was his colleague from the East China District of the Secret Service. When he saw Zuo Zhong waving to him, he immediately came over.
Zuo Zhong put his left hand on Gu Qi's shoulder: "This is my deputy section chief Gu Qi. He has helped me a lot. I usually leave Corey's daily work to him. Please take care of him in the future."
The middle-aged man smiled exaggeratedly and said: "That's serious, serious. You two are the imperial envoys of this headquarters. You should be the one taking care of me."
Zuo Zhong introduced to Gu Qi: "This is District Chief Yu Xingle of East China District. He is an intelligence master who returned from studying abroad in the north. I learned a lot from District Chief Yu."
Yu Xingle shook his hand: "I can only say that we learn from each other, and I also benefited a lot from communicating with Section Chief Zuo."
It turned out that this person was Yu Xingle. Gu Qi suddenly realized it and quickly stretched out his hands to shake hands with him. He had long heard about the power of this person. Although he was from the underground party, he was highly respected by everyone.
"District Chief Yu, I have admired you for a long time, and we will have more exchanges with you in the future."
The three big guys were chatting here, and the agent from the East China District also knew that the visitor was a friend, not an enemy. He smiled as he watched the Intelligence Section agents getting out of the car one by one, thinking that the person should be satisfied.
When Yu Xingle saw this scene, he looked at the Intelligence Section agents who automatically occupied the favorable terrain after getting off the car. He sighed that they were indeed the elite of the headquarters, but he didn't know if Zuo Zhong could solve this big trouble.
After chatting for a while, Zuo Zhong and several important men walked into the villa under the leadership of Yu Xingle. There were heavily armed agents patrolling along the way, and there was even a machine gun pointed at the door.
Gu Qi and others were confused as to who was in this villa. Not only was it heavily guarded outside, but it was also guarded inside with three steps, one post, two steps and one sentry. Could it be that there really was some big shot.
When they reached the second floor, Song Minghao frowned. The furnishings here did not look like Chinese style, but rather looked a bit like the Korean crafts store in Jinling City. What were the important people from Korea doing in China?
Wu Chunyang and Gui Youguang didn't think so much, and secretly observed the internal structure, thinking about how they would attack here, and use this to find loopholes in the East China District. However, it seems that there is no big problem so far.
Yu Xingle walked to a wooden door and knocked: "Mr. Anton, I am Yu Xingle. People from Jinling are here. Do you want to meet them? This is the chairman's wish."
Listening to Yu Xingle's honorific, Zuo Zhong's mouth moved. It seemed that Baldhead and Dai Chunfeng valued this person very much. They made great efforts to ensure his safety and even sent themselves as the intelligence section chief.
After a while, an old voice came from the room with a strange tone: "Please come in, guests. Thank you, Mr. Yu."
Yu Xingle winked and walked in first, followed by Zuo Zhong, and then Gu Qi and others filed in. Fortunately, the room in the villa was very spacious, otherwise there would not be room for so many people.
As soon as Zuo Zhong entered, he saw the man. Compared with the photo, he was much older and looked very tired. The lady sitting beside him had white hair and swollen eyes, muttering to herself.
The old man glanced at the people who came in, and then said to Zuo Zhong: "This must be Mr. Zuo from Jinling. I hope you can find the murderer of my son as soon as possible. Please."
This old man was not simple. From the order he came in, he could tell that Zuo Zhong was the leader. No wonder he escaped unscathed after doing such a big thing in Shanghai, but Zuo Zhong was not interested in his righteous deeds.
Zuo Zhong walked up to the old man, took off his coat and handed it to He Yijun, and sat down unceremoniously: "Mr. Jin Andong, I am here this time on the assignment of the Chairman and Director Dai, so I will naturally do things with my heart, but there are some things I want to say. Say it up front.”
This sentence made Jin Andong's face change. He was not a deaf fool, so he could naturally tell that Zuo Zhong's tone was not kind. However, the other party's identity was the highest-level dispatcher of Jinling. No matter how ugly the words were, he could only listen.
Jin Andong's cloudy eyes moved, and he said in a hoarse voice: "But it doesn't matter."
Zuo Dian nodded: "I will handle the matter of your master's murder. If you catch the prisoner, you will be punished by the laws of the Republic of China. You cannot carry out bombings and assassinations on Chinese soil!"
At this point, Zuo Zhong's expression was very serious, and his eyes were fixed on Jin Andong. If he said a word "no", Zuo Zhong would immediately persuade Dai Chunfeng to expel this man and his Korean restoration forces.
The writer’s words include Wang Aofu’s extra
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