When blasting to open up passages in the city, this happened once at the Liuguo Hotel. How could Zuo Zhong not be on guard against the Japanese doing this again, and be prepared to treat the Japanese in their own way.
Just after the explosion, there were unfamiliar gunshots and an explosion. He looked at the bookstore opposite with some worry, but soon someone waved at the third-floor window and the scene was brought under control.
Feeling relieved, he asked the conductor to tell the planes in the sky to stop attacking. If he was shot down by a machine gun and dozens of elite agents were taken away, Dai Chunfeng would probably eat his heart out.
The conductor stood in the middle of the road, crossing flags in the air, and the two planes flapped their wings and flew towards the airport. It seemed that not only the high school students, but also his staff were all people living a good life.
"Section Chief, I'm going to the hospital first. My butt hurts a little." Wu Chunyang lay on the stretcher and was about to cry without tears.
It was really weird. Every time it was hit by a stray bullet, he had paid great attention to it. Unexpectedly, this time the stray bullet turned directly into grenade fragments.
Zuo Zhong almost laughed, but tried his best to say with a serious expression: "Well, go to the hospital to recover and take care of yourself."
Wu Chunyang nodded and was carried into the car by two agents. Zuo Zhong straightened his clothes. After the scene was completely safe, he walked towards the bookstore with a large group of subordinates behind him.
As soon as he walked into Qiu Ju Bookstore, he frowned. The power of the aircraft machine gun was too great. The head of a certain Japanese spy was gone, leaving only the scum. How could he identify the other party's identity?
You can't put a photo of a red Shaqima in the Jinling Evening News. I'm afraid there will be more people scolding the Secret Service. I hope these people have documents on them and haven't been blown up at the same time.
"Section Chief, a total of twelve bodies were found at the scene, seven were killed by machine guns, and four were silenced by Jiang Jincai. Jiang Jincai himself finally committed suicide by pulling a grenade, and all the Japanese spies were eliminated.
There are three documents here, which were found from the Japanese. No personal belongings that can prove the identity were found on the other people. Jiang Jincai was also bombed to pieces and could not be searched. "
A small agent came over to report and handed the ID to Zuo Zhong with both hands.
Zuo Zhong took it and looked at it. The three certificates were from several small departments, and they did not hold important positions. They were all clerks running errands. It seemed that these Japanese people were usually very low-key.
"Keep it. We'll let someone search the other party's office and residence later." He threw the ID back to the other party and asked again: "Where is the woman named Yu Xueping? Was she also beaten to death?"
The little agent made a sad face: "A woman's body was indeed found on the third floor. I don't know if it is Yu Xueping's. Fortunately, the face is still intact. Do you want the old policeman to help identify it?"
There was nothing that could be done about it. Who knew that the Japanese resistance was so fierce and they were so well prepared. They even had grenades. They could only let the air force clear the area. If she died, she could only be said to be lucky.
Otherwise, when she arrived at the Secret Service, what awaited her would be worse than death.
"That so and so, go and call the old police officer over." After Zuo Zhong finished speaking, he looked up and looked upstairs, and said to the little agent: "Let's go, take me up to see the body first. Is there anything on her?"
The little agent introduced: "There was a wallet, but nothing else was found, except that she had a butterfly-shaped tattoo on her left shoulder."
Tattoo? Butterfly?
Zuo Zhong walked upstairs without stopping. Under the leadership of the other party, he walked to a corpse. A young woman with firm and fair skin and a delicate face, but the bullet hole in her belly was a bit scary.
In addition, the clothes on the left shoulder were scratched by something. No wonder the agents found the tattoo. Just now, he was thinking about when the Intelligence Department started stripping off the clothes of the spy's corpse.
Zuo Zhong took out his gloves from his pocket and took a closer look at the other person's tattoo. It looked like it had been around for a long time. Even the ink on the tattoo had faded. Would a professional spy get a tattoo?
Except for special missions, it is best for spies not to have any marks on their bodies. Some ruthless people even have their birthmarks removed, just to prevent others from finding out their true identities.
This was the first time that Zuo Zhong had seen such a large-scale tattoo. After looking at him, he walked around on the third floor, and then stopped next to the sofa in the middle, which was full of machine gun bullet holes.
There was nothing strange about the sofa. There was a strange fragrance on the sofa. This fragrance was very familiar. He had smelled it in Zhu Jisheng's house. Zuo Zhong squatted down and sniffed carefully.
He was very sure that this was what it tasted like!
In addition, he also smelled another smell, the smell of smoke, a very light smell of smoke. The person sitting here had a scent and smell of smoke. What was the greatest possibility, a woman who smoked?
Zuo Zhong stood up and looked back at the body of the female spy lying on the ground. No, this woman had neither fragrance nor smoke smell on her body. It was not her.
Moreover, the Japanese were the connectors before. Who could sit in the middle and accept everyone's attention? Only the person in charge of this intelligence team was qualified to do so.
it is as expected.
A woman who mysteriously disappeared, a short action expert, and a pocket pistol commonly used by women, was suspected to be the leader of a Japanese spy. In this way, a shrewd and cruel Japanese female spy surfaced.
The woman in Zhu Jisheng's family was the Japanese spy leader, so she could kill the Black Six and Four simply and neatly. In fact, Zuo Chong had already suspected this, but there was no evidence at the time.
She first shot the Black Six and Four to eliminate all traces of her presence, and then poisoned Zhu Jisheng to silence her, cutting off all clues, thinking that no one would know her existence.
As a result, the Skynet was full of details, Zhu Jisheng, the love saint, secretly hid her hair, and the bullet that flew out of the air window, everything verified the cycle of nature and retribution.
"Are you sure that apart from this woman, there are no other women at the scene?" Zuo Zhong asked the young agent with a serious expression. The mission is not over yet. They have not yet found the most important spy leader.
The little agent confirmed: "There is definitely only one woman. We searched everything. We found a dark room behind the bookshelf and a secret room in the room on the third floor, but there was no one in it."
At this time, the veteran police officer was brought up. Before he could identify Yu Xueping, he was frightened to death by the corpses on the ground. However, trembling, he was sure that the woman on the ground was Yu Xueping.
After listening, Zuo Zhong asked the little agent to show him the darkroom. It was indeed as the other party said. There was no place to hide people. Judging from the gun oil and oil paper inside, they should be used to store weapons.
The scene was so big and surrounded by people. It was impossible for the female spy leader to disappear out of thin air. There must be a problem that was ignored. He immediately said: "Take me to the secret room to take a look."
The little agent led the way, and the two of them walked to the door of a room. The furnishings and layout looked like a restaurant, with many tables and chairs placed in a mess.
On the wall opposite the door, there is a huge walnut cabinet. If there is any place to hide things in this room, it can only be it.
"Section Chief, the back panel of the kitchen cabinet can be removed, and there is a vertical secret room." The little agent walked in and took off the panel. Sure enough, there was something wrong with the cabinet.
Zuo Zhong stepped forward and took a look. Sure enough, there was a space. A part of the restaurant was intercepted and built. In order to prevent others from noticing the abnormality, the width was compressed to the extreme, so that you could see the whole thing at a glance.
There are only four bare walls inside, and there is nothing on the ground. Let alone a living person, even a piece of paper can be clearly seen. It seems that this clue can be given up.
But Zuo Zhong didn't give up. He put on his shoe covers and got into the secret room. As soon as he entered, he discovered that the mysterious woman must have been here, not long ago, because the scent was very clear.
Although the air here is airtight, the old smell is completely different from the new smell. He immediately asked someone to bring a flashlight and inspected every inch of the wall of the original restaurant. Only this wall could lead to the outside of the store.
But after touching and touching and knocking, it turned out that there was no problem with the wall. This result made Zuo Zhong feel confused. He asked the little agent: "The structure of the secret room is very clever. How did you discover it?"
"The cabinet door was ajar at the time, and the bottom plate was not securely placed. We came down as soon as we touched it. Otherwise, we would have to wait until we measured the area of the site to discover the secret room." The secret agent said thankfully.
This was intentional. Zuo Zhong only had this thought after hearing this. If the mysterious woman was a spy leader, how could she have forgotten to close the cabinet door with the caution she showed in Zhu Jisheng's home.
But why do this?
Zuo Zhong stood there and thought about the other party's purpose. What good would it do to her to let the agents discover the room and search it thoroughly? Apart from wasting their time, it had no meaning.
time?
This woman wanted to delay time, and apart from the borrowed restaurant wall, there was another place that could lead to the outside of the store. Zuo Zhong raised his head and looked at the ceiling. The female spy wanted to take advantage of the chaos and escape.
The roofs of Western-style buildings are equipped with an insulation layer. Through the insulation layer, you can go to any store in this row of buildings. Zuo Zhong asked the little agent to bring a stool and reach out to touch the roof.
But at the last moment, his movements stopped.
Wutong Street is usually very quiet, but today there were machine guns, explosions, and finally even airplanes coming down to fight. The evacuated guests were frightened and asked to leave as soon as the gunfire stopped.
The spies did not make things difficult for them. They gathered the guests together according to the rules, registered them one by one, and took photos to keep records. This was to prevent Japanese spies who had slipped through the net from mixing in the crowd.
This was originally a routine matter, but unexpectedly, just halfway through, a group of secret agents swarmed in and surrounded the crowd, and then a young man wearing sunglasses walked over slowly.
The guests were talking in low voices. They didn't know what was going on, but they didn't dare to cause trouble. The few people who had been knocked unconscious hadn't woken up yet, so they had to stand there and see what the other party was going to do.
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Zuo Zhong said: "The rest is in (the author's words), right at the end of the article. If you change it during the day, the number of words will be the same, and there will be no extra deductions."
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I thought that from a biological point of view, life read almost like a poem. It has its own rhythm and beat, its own internal cycles of growth and decay.
It begins with innocent childhood, followed by rough youth, rough attempts to adapt to mature society, with youthful enthusiasm and ignorance, ideals and ambitions;
Later, they reach an adult period of intense activity, gain benefits from experience, and gain more experience from society and human nature;
Finally the flame of life flickered out.
