"Who are you?"
Kuang Fuan was startled by the sudden appearance of the man in black. He suddenly pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the fat man. The surrounding police officers followed suit and surrounded Ikuta Takaki and the evidence back to back.
They understand that if an important suspect is lost, everyone present will be unlucky. In order not to lose their job or be sent to the jungles of Southeast Asia, they must fight hard.
Being pointed at so many guns, the fat man did not panic at all and introduced himself: "I am Xu Enzeng, the director of the Secret Service Headquarters. This person is related to an important case we are investigating.
Please also ask this detective to hand over the person to us. Xu will be rewarded in the future. Don't be toasted or fined. There are more than a hundred people here, and you have no chance to take the person away. "
Xu Enzeng stood swaggeringly on the side of the road. After speaking, he waved his hand behind him. At one point, the agents raised their weapons, including pistols, rifles and submachine guns, looking very intimidating.
When he received the intelligence from the Secret Service, he actually didn't believe it. The people he brought here were just dead horses. Under the pressure of solving the case within a time limit, he had to try every clue.
Unexpectedly, the patrol officer actually arrested a person and found weapons in the person's car. Although I don't know what the connection is between poaching and the killing of the Indian patrol officer, this line cannot be ignored.
Looking at the policeman surrounded by his men, Xu Enzeng was surprisingly calm at the moment. It was impossible to openly attack the policeman in the concession. Restricting the opponent's movements and applying pressure was the only feasible way at present...
As long as the two sides can hand over peacefully, the situation will not get out of control. He is just a poacher and not a suspect in a serious case. Presumably, these patrols will give the National Government and themselves face.
After all, everyone has a salary of tens of dollars, so why bother to fight for nothing? Unexpectedly, the next moment, the detective on the opposite side yelled to get ready, and the sound of loading guns was heard.
Kuang Fuan stood behind the Indian patrol officer and shouted with a livid face: "Director Xu, if you take the people away now, I can pretend that nothing has happened, otherwise don't blame me for being unkind.
This suspect is not just poaching migratory birds. If you want to transfer the prisoner to the police station, you should first apply to the SAR court, and then your country's Ministry of Foreign Affairs will make representations to the concession.
It's nothing to surround us with people like this. Is the national government going to go to war with the concession? If you are not afraid of causing an international conflict, just shoot. There are not many of us, but we are willing to stay with you to the end. "
If Ikuta Takaki had not been involved in the espionage case, especially the espionage case involving the British royal family, Kuang Fuan might have turned him in, and the superiors of the police station would not have said anything.
The problem is that even if the secret documents have been found, that person must not be handed over. But why is the secret service headquarters so anxious to snatch people? Could Ikuta Takaki's accomplice be the other party?
Thinking of this, Kuang Fuan secretly winked at the white inspector who reported the news, indicating that he would find an opportunity to leave the confrontation scene and call John Kai Ziwei to send personnel to support him.
If the secret agent headquarters is behind the scenes, they will most likely choose to kill them. There is not much chance of winning in a battle between patrol officers and professional intelligence personnel, and they can only rely on numbers to make up for the gap in strength.
Xu Enzeng's claws were numb on the opposite side. How could things be different from what he thought? Are the patrolmen in the concession so brave? They would not let go even in the face of an absolute disadvantage. After thinking about it, he opened his mouth to explain.
"I don't know what to call this detective. Mr. Xu doesn't want to embarrass you, but this man is the murderer of the three murders of your Indian patrolmen. If we can't catch him, our secret service headquarters will not be able to clear away the grievances.
And thanks to Mr. John Kaiziwei, the Chairman of the Generalissimo will take off my head at any time. I have reason to suspect that this is a conspiracy in the concession. We are all Chinese. I advise you to do it well. "
Murder of an Indian patrolman?
Kuang Fu'an was stunned when he heard this, his eyes flashed and he didn't know what he was thinking. Next to him, Ikuta Takaki was so angry that he kept throwing shit basins at his head and refuted with his neck held high.
"This is nonsense. I have no grievances with the Indian patrols. Why should I kill them? Even if you frame them, don't use such ridiculous excuses and reasons. The Japanese samurai have nothing to fear.
One day the empire will avenge me, and when the Japanese locust army enters this city, it will kill all you despicable Chinese and British scoundrels. It will be a black card on the board, eh."
The chattering Ikuta Takaki was gagged again, and both parties secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The guy just made such a spree that they couldn't even talk about serious matters.
Over there, Kuang Fuan hesitated, and asked people to drive away the onlookers, walked out of the protection of the patrol, cupped his hands and said in a low voice: "My surname is Kuang, and I don't understand the case Director Xu mentioned.
But as for cannibals and dead people, since Kuang has eaten the food of the patrol house, he will naturally serve the concession. Besides, this person is a Japanese diplomat, so it is useless even if he is handed over to you.
In addition, to be honest, we found secret documents in the place where this guy hangs out, related to the British royal family and the Far East Fleet. You are an intelligence officer and you should know the importance of this matter. "
Japanese diplomat.
Secret documents.
British royal family.
Far East Fleet.
Xu Enzeng and Ikuta Takaki's heads were buzzing. One of them was that they did not expect such a thing to happen. Unlike criminal and public security cases, intelligence cases were very sensitive and it was impossible for patrolmen to release people.
One is that he did not expect that the accusations came one after another without giving anyone a chance to breathe. First he said that he had poached migratory birds, then he said that he had killed an Indian patrol officer, and now he had stolen British intelligence.
It's endless. This is it.
And that bastard dad is so brave. He dared to put such a fatal secret document in his residence. Didn't he expect that someone would search it? That bullshit high-level intelligence broker in Shanghai.
"Uh! Uh!"
Ikuta Takaki twisted his body hard to explain what happened. After working in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs for so many years, he knew very well that if this matter was exposed, he would not have any way to survive.
Because regardless of whether it is true or not, in order to appease the anger of the British, the empire will definitely kill him as a scapegoat. Compared with the "friendship" between the two countries, sacrificing a small son-in-law is very cost-effective.
As a result, Takaki Ikuta got a few more loud mouths on his face, and the ones who did it were the Indian patrolmen with unkind expressions. They had stayed in Shanghai for a long time, so they naturally understood Chinese.
When they heard that the murderer of three fellow villagers was right in front of them, the gang wanted to shoot Ikuta directly, but a few slaps in the face was considered restraint, and no one could say anything about it.
Sure enough, Kuang Fuan glanced over and said nothing. Anyway, it was the red-headed men who beat people. The Concession Police Department investigated them, and it was not just them who were the unlucky ones.
"Inspector Kwong"
At this moment, Xu Enzeng was in a dilemma. After thinking for a few seconds, he came up with an idea: "Since the suspect is related to both of us, why not the Secret Service Headquarters and the patrol room work together to handle the case and supervise each other.
In this way, you can take the person back, and I can give an explanation. By combining the two, we can solve the case as quickly as possible. Don't forget that in the intelligence field, we are the professionals. "
Kuang Fuan looked at his fearful men, and then at the agents who were about to make a move. He knew that unless it was a fight to the death, this would be the best outcome, so he made a condition with a sullen face.
"Director Xu, cooperation is a big matter and it is not something I can decide. If you are sincere in cooperating, then come with me to the chief patrol room and discuss it with Mr. John Kaiziwei in person.
Otherwise, everyone will tell you the truth. Let me remind you that the Japanese Marine Corps is not far away. Let them know that their diplomats have been arrested, and they may send troops to stop them. "
"Okay, it's settled."
Xu Enzeng was also afraid that something would happen if things were delayed any longer, so he hurriedly agreed, clapped his hands and moved out of the way, then got in the car and followed the patrol room's convoy, speeding along the Beichuan Provincial Road.
Kuang Fuan sat in the car with an expressionless face, not paying attention to the dog-skin plaster-like secret service headquarters. He was thinking about one thing, why did the Fruit Party say that the murderer who killed the Indian patrol officer was Ikuta Takaki.
It was clearly him who committed the murder.
Since he was transferred from the port city to Shanghai by the organization, he has joined the patrol room through connections, using his status as a patrol officer to protect and help other comrades, and also to inquire about secret intelligence on the concession police.
The last assassination attempt on Xu Enzeng and Zuo Zhong failed. Before entering the French Concession, he subdued three red-headed Asans who tried to rape Chinese women. How could this be done by the Japanese?
Is there any problem here?
If there's no problem, can we just go with the flow?
Kuang Fuan held the car window and tapped lightly on the glass. After thinking carefully for a while, he first judged that this was not a trap. With his face disguised, it was impossible for the victim to remember his appearance.
As for the three patrolmen, it was even more impossible. He had killed them at that time, and the intelligence he received later confirmed that two of them died and one was seriously injured. The seriously injured person did not leave any testimony before his death.
It is also unrealistic to just go with the flow.
Although John Kaiser declared that the shooting at Elizabeth Hospital was a gang fight, anyone with a discerning eye could understand that it was a fight between the fruit party and the underground party and had nothing to do with the Japanese.
Kuang Fuan felt that perhaps Xu Enzeng was eager to get rid of the charges, so he randomly found a suspect from the police station and blamed the frame-up on the concession. This made sense.
If it was just an ordinary case, no matter how timid I was, there was a high probability that I would be forced to hand over the person under pressure. Once the person was in the hands of the secret service headquarters, I would be able to process the person however I wanted.
It's a pity that Xu Enzeng miscalculated. This is not an ordinary case. Today's arrest is to divert the public's attention. Secondly, Takaki Ikuta is involved in the espionage case. They will not let him go at all.
Kuang Fuan immediately laughed lightly, looked up and found that the driver was driving intently in front, quietly opening the information found in the residential building, reading ten lines at a glance, and memorizing it quickly.
"Bang~"
Suddenly, a gunshot pierced the tranquility above Beichuan Provincial Road. The convoy of patrol rooms and agent headquarters stopped immediately. The patrol officers and agents held long and short guns in their hands and looked around nervously.
