"Come out! Otherwise we'll shoot!"
"Your accomplices are all dead."
At the door of the toilet in the National Government Auditorium, several secret agents held Thompson submachine guns and shouted loudly from both sides of the door. The safety of the submachine gun had been opened and they were ready to fire at any time.
At this time, Zuo Zhong, Wu Chunyang, and Gui Youguang ran along the corridor. The three of them clung to the wall, using the door frame as a cover, and moved forward bit by bit, and quickly approached the toilet.
"What's going on?" Wu Chunyang raised his gun and asked in a low voice, "Where is he hiding?"
The agent holding Thomson replied: "We searched once before and found no one. When we searched for the second time, we heard someone coughing quietly. This bastard should be hiding deep in the pit."
Speaking of this, the agent looked helpless.
Zuo Zhong thought for a while and waved his hand: "Throw a smoke bomb and smoke out this rat for me. Pay attention to leaving one alive. The other party has not fired. No one is allowed to fire back. Do you hear me?"
"yes."
The agents responded in a low voice. One of them took off a smoke bomb from his waist, pulled the safety catch and silently counted for a few seconds before throwing it into the toilet. Then he closed the door of the toilet firmly under the cover of his teammates.
"Boom~chi~~"
The smoke bomb made several circles on the smooth tile floor, making a crisp sound, and then a plume of white smoke came out from the tail, instantly filling the entire toilet and reducing visibility sharply.
Then the smoke slowly seeped out from the cracks in the door, forming a light mist in the corridor. Zuo Zhong stood at the door of the toilet and covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, looking at the watch on his wrist.
The smoke-generating agent of smoke bombs is generally made of yellow phosphorus, tin tetrachloride, sulfur trioxide and other substances, which can cause certain damage to the human respiratory tract and eyes, and the people inside cannot last long.
According to the special training records of the Intelligence Division, agents who have undergone strict training can stay in such a confined space and smoke environment for up to five minutes. Any longer time will easily cause fainting.
five minutes later.
Gui Youguang quickly leaned against the door panel and listened for a while, then shook his head and whispered.
"Section Chief, there's no movement."
Zuo Zhong was a little surprised. Could it be that the other party also had a gas mask and was fully prepared? This guy couldn't make a sound inside and couldn't come out. This was a bit difficult to deal with, and flash bombs were useless.
The environment of the toilet is complex, and various partitions can effectively block the strong light. Moreover, according to the existing intelligence, the opponent is probably hiding in the toilet pit. There is no other way except to capture him at close range.
Do you want to take human lives to fill it? This is not his style, and there is no way to catch him alive.
Zuo Zhong thought for a while, blinked at everyone, pointed to the toilet and said loudly: "Thirty seconds to prepare, prepare grenades, no need to live alive, tmd, the corpse can still receive the reward."
Wu Chunyang and others understood, and also shouted towards the toilet: "Yes."
After speaking, everyone made deliberate noises. For example, Gui Youguang took out a grenade and threw the iron cover of the match rope on the ground. The crisp impact sound was transmitted along the thin door panel into the toilet.
This kind of sound can be heard by anyone with certain military experience. Zuo Zhong just wants the other party to know that they are not joking. As long as he does not open the door, there is only death waiting for him.
Sure enough, there was an immediate response from inside.
"Ahem, don't throw it away. I surrender. I am Luo Zhixi, the president of Central University. I am useful to you. Please don't kill me." There was fear in his hoarse voice as he explained his origins.
Luo Zhixi?
Zuo Zhong was stunned. He knew this man. He was a famous cultural figure in the Republic of China. He was the president of the Central University and a member of the Fruit Party. He was quite famous in the political and educational circles of the Republic of China. Who was he?
This is possible. It is natural for the other party to participate in the meeting as a committee member. However, how could he, a weak scholar, persist in the smoke for such a long time? There must be fraud.
Furthermore, it is unbelievable that such a big shot would hide in the women's restroom, let alone hide in a toilet pit. Don't they always talk about how it is difficult to raise only women and villains?
Zuo Zhong hesitated for a moment, then pressed his hand to tell everyone not to act rashly. If it was really Luo Zhixi, if the other party died in the hands of the Secret Service, not even Lao Dai would be able to withstand it, let alone himself.
He cleared his throat and shouted loudly: "We are from the Secret Service. The assassin has been killed. If you are really Principal Luo, please wait patiently for the smoke to dissipate and then walk out slowly."
"Okay, Luo doesn't move, don't move." The person who called himself Luo Zhixi cried with joy.
Zuo Guangdong nodded, Gui Youguang took two steps back, turned around and kicked the door open with his heel, and then hid outside the shooting range. If there was an assassin inside, he would probably take the opportunity to shoot.
"Bang."
The wooden door hit the wall hard, and a burst of thick smoke poured out of the toilet. Zuo Zhong and the agents silently retreated to a safe distance to prevent the other party from using grenades or dangerous goods to sneak attack.
After waiting for a while, the smoke gradually dissipated, and there was first the sound of splashing water in the toilet, and then the sound of footsteps, which sounded like someone walking with wet shoes.
"Don't shoot, I am really Luo Zhixi. My party ID number is..., Director Dai Chunfeng of your office is very familiar with Luo." Following the footsteps, a embarrassed figure walked out with his hands raised.
Zuo Zhong hid in the corner and looked at the other person's face, but after looking at it for a long time, he didn't recognize it was Luo Zhixi. He had indeed seen Luo Zhixi's photo, but there was nothing on this person's face at that time...
Yellow, yellow and green stuff.
As for the minions, when they saw the stunned agents, they felt like they were seeing their relatives. They cried in a tearful voice: "Why did you come here? Luo was almost killed by an assassin."
As he said that, he wanted to come over.
"Wait a minute, don't come here!" Zuo Zhong raised the gun with one hand and held his nose with the other: "Principal Luo, this is a very important matter. Please wipe your face clean so that we can identify him, otherwise we will have no choice but to shoot."
The Minion was stunned when he heard this, looked down at his hands, and said with great sadness and anger: "What do you want me to use to wipe my face? Look, do you think there is a clean spot on Luo's body?"
Forehead.
Zuo Zhong looked depressed. He turned around and looked around, then stopped at Gui Youguang: "Gui Youguang, take off your coat and throw it to Principal Luo. Go back and go to the General Affairs Bureau to file the account yourself. Please pay the higher amount."
"These are the new clothes I just bought. I...well, just take them off, no matter what."
Gui Youguang muttered softly, and under Zuo Zhong's murderous eyes, he took off his tunic suit, took away the bits and pieces from his pockets, and finally threw them to the minion reluctantly.
The minion quickly picked up his clothes and wiped his face vigorously, which made the agents' throats feel a little itchy. After wiping for a while, although there was still some dirt on their faces, they could finally see their faces clearly.
"Oh my God."
After reading it, Zuo Zhong exclaimed: "It's really Principal Luo. Put down the gun. Who is that? Quickly find some clean water and clothes and give Commissioner Luo a good wash. How unbecoming is this?"
Immediately, several little spies ran out with relief on their faces. The smell of the committee member was so strong that it made people's eyes hurt, and they didn't know how many things were stained in the toilet pit.
"Principal Luo, what are you..."
Zuo Zhong walked to Luo Zhixi's side, five meters away to be precise. He held his breath and asked curiously. He made a movement with his hands, and several spies quietly walked into the toilet with guns raised to conduct a search.
"Of course it's because of those damn assassins." Luo Zhixi's eyes turned red and he stomped his feet and said, "Luo was beside Dean Wang at the time. It was just a little bit away that Luo was about to die."
Zuo Zhong looked sad: "So Principal Luo ran to the toilet? I forgot to introduce myself. My humble position is Zuo Zhong, the intelligence section chief of the Secret Service. I'm really sorry for the smoke bomb just now. Please understand."
He casually said a polite word. It was best not to offend such an old scholar who was full of talents. Although the other party did not dare to be dissatisfied, after all, so many people had seen the ugly appearance of the principal.
If the other party is a smart person, he should keep his mouth shut and keep this matter in his heart forever. Otherwise, if the news about the dignified president of Central University surviving in shit spreads, this person's political life will be over.
Of course Luo Zhixi is a smart man. He waved his hand magnanimously: "It doesn't matter, you are also here to catch the assassin. Fortunately, Luo covered his mouth and nose with a wet cloth at the time and did not suffer much irritation."
Zuo Dian nodded, okay? Where did the wet cloth come from in the toilet? He seemed to have thought of something, and he took a step back again. This Principal Luo is such a cruel person, he actually thought of such a method.
Over there, Luo Zhixi hesitated for a moment, clasped his hands and begged: "Can you trouble Chief Zuo and send someone to fish out the red silk strips and certificates worn by Luo at the meeting? I will thank you greatly afterwards, please."
Zuo Zhong almost laughed out loud. As expected of an official of the Fruit Party, he would do anything to survive, even throwing away his ID. Not to mention, doing so could indeed hide his identity.
He held back his ridicule and said seriously: "What did Principal Luo say? You accidentally lost your ID. Naturally, we, as subordinates, will help you find it. How can we thank you so much? Please wait a moment."
Then he looked at Gui Youguang, who was sneaking away, and shouted sternly: "Don't leave. As for you, Gui Youguang, go find Principal Luo's things. If there is one missing, be prepared to spend the night here."
"ah?"
The sneaky Gui Youguang turned his head and looked at Wu Chunyang who was as if nothing had happened, and then at Zuo Zhong who was expressionless. After thinking of countless excuses, he finally walked into the toilet with his head hanging down.
Zuo Zhong felt relieved when he saw the big bald man obediently obeying. Damn it, you can't let yourself go down into the pit to find something yourself. Can you still get your feet and hands? What's the dignity of the officer?
The next second, he smiled and said: "Commissioner Luo, don't worry, today's incident will never be spread. I, Zuo Zhong, am not a talkative person, and I like to make friends with big shots like you."
Luo Zhixi laughed twice and saw that the little agent who had left before brought water and clothes. He quickly ran over and washed and rubbed them. Finally, it changed from dark yellow to light yellow, and put on clean clothes.
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(The chapter was swallowed and revised. I don’t know if it will pass.)
I feel like it was written by a trumpet, please support me.
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